In the woodland, Han Zhou glanced at everyone, and now everyone was on a large meadow, barely able to see themselves.

Han Zhou stretched out the field and flew in the field.

This is the secret that Han Zhou discovered when he trained in the use of the field in the last year.

If you are in the field, you are invincible, and you can naturally fly.

"What are you cultivating Confucianism for?"

The people in front of them looked at each other.

The Confucian surnamed Li, who still had blood on the corner of his mouth: "Become stronger!" ”

"Okay, get stronger."

Han Zhou nodded: "Reader, there are four purposes for reading. ”

"Self-cultivation, Qi family, governing the country, and leveling the world!"

"Cultivate your own body and make yourself strong!"

"Strengthen the family lineage and be on par with the family!"

"Govern the country and benefit all the people!"

"Calm the troubled times, set the world"

"The humble did not dare to forget the country, so he ......" Han Zhou paused:

"From today onwards, this place will be called, Jixia School Palace!"

Grasshopper? The Academy?

Only then did many people figure it out that Han Zhou was really playing.

Han Zhou glanced at these people.

Many people have not even reached the foundation building period, after all, the minimum admission standard for the super-level examination before the eight colleges and eight colleges is the foundation building period, while ordinary universities do not have this limitation.

Han Zhou raised his hand and took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Started writing poetry.

[The forest is dark and the grass is frightened, and the general draws the bow at night.

Ping Ming looked for the white feather and sank into the stone ridge. 】

[Shoot with Zhang Fu to stop the song]

Li Guang's void condensed and shot out with an arrow!

With Han Zhou's current strength of the ninth order, this arrow is extremely powerful!

An arrow sank into the surface, leaving a huge ravine on the ground that was three zhang wide, one zhang deep, and more than ten zhang long.

The earth, rocks and trees along the way turned into fly ash and were crushed into powder by the ink.

Many Confucian pupils are constricted.

"This ......"

"It's so strong!"

"This arrow can kill a hundred of me!"

Is this the power of Confucian poetry? This ......"

They had never seen such a powerful Confucian cultivator.

The original Wenshan? Isn't this the original poem of Mr. Han in front of him?

Confucianism and Taoism have fallen to this level, and there are still such talented people who are willing to become Confucian cultivators?!

Han Zhou put his hands in his sleeves, not caring about his personal image at all: "Learn this trick, you can barely fight with ordinary super-level exam college entrance examination candidates, and you can probably reach the fifth order of Xiucai's combat power." ”

"Today, I'm going to give you two pieces of homework."

"First, practice this poem, and second, bring a stone and brick fifty centimeters long, thirty centimeters wide, and twenty centimeters high tomorrow morning."

"I'll always be here cross-legged."

"Alright, let's get moving."

After Han Zhou finished speaking, he landed on a tall, flat boulder and closed his eyes.

What can Han Zhou teach? It's more basic to start teaching from Xiucai.

As for the children here......

If there is no way to advance to show talent within the scope of the baptism of Wenqu Xing, it means that it is not suitable for Confucianism and Taoism at all.

In the era when Confucianism and Taoism flourished in ancient times, there were still many people who couldn't pass the Xiucai exam, and Han Zhou just came to be a teacher, not a genetic modifier.

Han Zhou, who closed his eyes and crossed his knees, began to recall the things he had been fighting for, surviving, and practicing since he was a child.

There is no easy thing in the world.

Perhaps the answer to Han Zhou's current predicament lies in his past experience.

Han Zhou didn't do anything, just reminiscing about the past here.

Comb through the past bit by bit.

Han Zhou has been an orphan since he has a memory, or since he has traveled over.

Han Zhou still remembers that when he was still speechless, a big sister picked him up and raised her.

The child's brain is too fragile, Han Zhou has a vague memory, and he can't remember the appearance of the big sister, only the voice.

Han Zhou remembered that when she was three years old, her eldest sister went out in the morning and didn't come back in the evening.

Han Zhou, who was extremely hungry, went to the street and begged for food.

Stretching the soul of an adult, Han Zhou can't pretend to be pitiful.

Others don't know what Han Zhou, who is only knee-high, is looking at.

However, when Han Zhou kept staring at other children eating candy, he was forced to fight.

That day, I couldn't help but be hungry.

The next day, I was hungry and had no strength at all.

The next day, Han Zhou decided to go to the garbage heap to pick up food, instead of begging for food, Han Zhou guarded a garbage can and lived like this.

One day, Han Zhou didn't find anything to eat in the trash can, and suddenly remembered something.

Garbage is meant to be taken away.

If you find a big garbage station, you will eat more than a garbage bin.

On this day, Han Zhou arrived at the port garbage dump.

Han Zhou saw with his own eyes that a garbage bug killed another garbage bug.

Han Zhou looked at the meat and moved his animal thoughts for the first time.

But Han Zhou held back.

Before death, it was a garbage bug, and after death, it was called a human corpse.

Since the age of three, Han Zhou has only picked up food in the garbage dump, and no one has competed with Han Zhou.

The other garbage bugs and Han Zhou are not on the same track.

It was three dogs who competed with Han Zhou for food.

At the age of seven, the third dog tasted great.

Han Zhou also got off the track of picking up garbage to eat.

He started by looking for things that still had some value, selling them to scrapyards, and then exchanging them for food, saving a little money, and doing what had to be done.

For example, reading and reading words, such as trying to cultivate the foundation of immortals, open the spiritual root, cultivate the foundation of Confucianism, and plant the seeds of literature and Taoism.

When Ling and the others enter a track, they are not far from being beaten.

Seven-year-old Han Zhou is skinny and has the consciousness of an adult, and often plays with his peers.

However, in the face of people who are older than him and unreasonable, Han Zhou has no way at all.

What? Are you good at fooling? What can you say?

Before you even open your mouth, your face is swollen.

It was at that time that Han Zhou met Lao Wangtou.

At Lao Wangtou's place, Han Zhou saw his card friend talking about the ship's dumping of garbage.

Han Zhou suddenly realized that domestic garbage, compared to spaceship garbage, is real garbage.

And the spaceship junk, it's a baby!

After stepping into the realm of cultivating resource waste.

Death came.

A man named Greedy Wolf decides to kill Han Zhou after discovering that Han Zhou often touches the garbage of the spaceship.

But someone stood in the way.

At that time, Han Zhou was just eight years old, and the person who blocked the disaster became Han Zhou's eldest brother.

Han Zhou often shares news with his eldest brother, and gets second-hand information as soon as possible to grab the best thing in the spaceship garbage.

Until Han Zhou was nine years old.

This year, the eldest brother died, Han Zhou didn't know who did it, Han Zhou knew with his thumb that he was a greedy wolf.

So Han Zhou disappeared into the port garbage city.

When he was eleven years old, Han Zhou appeared again on the day of the port garbage city.

The greedy wolf died in the garbage dump, and his body was divided into fifty pieces, and no skin was intact except for his head.

There is only one person in the entire garbage dump who knows who did it, and the person who knows is called a mouse.

A new generation replaces the old.

The garbage bugs in the garbage dump come and go.

Someone walked out of the garbage dump alive, rich and glorious.

Someone disappeared into the garbage dump, and no one remembered them.

Those people, there are lone rangers, there are large troops, and there are gangs organized by the gangsters of Port City.

Han Zhou stands tall in the garbage dump.

In the eyes of others, the dump is a hell of metal waste, a home for construction waste, and a place where cold leftovers are finally broken down by bacteria.

But in Han Zhou's gaze, at a glance, it was all a sea of blood.

Those are either rusty, or still bright.

Whose chest was it once pierced?

Those rubber pipes that have been eaten by rats.

How many laps have you ever put on someone's neck?

That pile of garbage deep underground.

Whose head is buried that can't close its eyes?

In his memories, Han Zhou didn't know when he fell asleep.

Until he was gently woken up by a female voice: "Baby, baby......"

Be...... Her voice!

Han Zhou gradually woke up in the chaos, and heard a voice in his ears: "Teacher Han, Teacher Han ......"

Han Zhou opened his eyes.

Two girls stood in front of him, one of them holding a plate.

On top is a roasted second-grade guinea fowl.

Han Zhou looked up and saw that many Confucian students nearby were eating.

Some people roast sweet potatoes, and some people roast regular pork.

Obviously, they pooled their money to buy these two guinea fowls.

Han Zhou took the second-grade guinea fowl and ate it.

Why not?

When Han Zhou was eating, the Confucian students around him were very happy.

Han Zhou asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Shi Qingqing."

"Shi Qingqing? Nicely baked. ”

In the woods, the sound of percussion echoes.

That's a lot of people looking for stone, polishing stone bricks.

With the sound of knocking stones, Han Zhou lay on the boulder and looked at the starry sky.

The starry sky is the same for anyone who looks at it.

Helm master plus more 2

(End of chapter)