After exchanging information, the master of the Mo family's Danxin left, and even Lan Hai left with Tu Yong, it is said that he went to the Mo family to report. At the scene, only Xiao Hao and some young men remained, less than 30 people. Before Xiao Hao and the others came, there were already a lot of young geniuses here, and everyone was talking quietly.

Whew...... The director of the school, who looked like he was in his thirties, walked in a green shirt, wearing black cloth shoes with white soles on his feet, a green belt around his waist, a green beard under his chin, a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, and a black cloth tied around his arms.

No matter how you look at it, this is a simple-looking scholar, and even the green shirt is just an ordinary green shirt. Perhaps the only thing that is different is the bamboo slips in your hands. Although it is said that the papermaking technology in this world is not so developed, it is still enough to say that one book per person is, after all, it is a history of civilization development for tens of thousands of years. Especially as the director of the school here, I guess I can waste any paper!

However, just as he is a maverick! Xiao Hao no longer thinks about this boring question as soon as his mind turns. In another world, being a maverick is called having a personality.

The head of the school looked at the remaining more than 30 people on Xiao Hao's side, as well as some of the previous ones, and before they could speak, someone came again, and more than forty people came.

Xiao Hao watched from the side, but he was secretly amazed in his heart, all the people present were estimated to be no more than 18 years old, and most of them were masters of Purple Qi Dongsheng! Only a small number of people were not from Purple Qi Dongsheng, such as Lu Lan!

After all, it has developed a history of tens of thousands of years, and there are always female geniuses, so this world does not refuse women to study, but it is still dominated by men.

In the court of Dali Wang, it was not easy to see a master of purple qi, who was still an old scholar in his seventies and eighties, but here, all of them were young geniuses! Sure enough, you can't underestimate the heroes of the world! And now, it's only a part!

Think about it, the flying boat takes off once a month, and it is estimated that this is only a reception school, you can know how many real geniuses there are!

"I will definitely be able to stand out!" Xiao Hao kept telling himself in his heart! No matter how many geniuses there are, I will be that master!

The Book of Heaven, the thoughts of the other world, and the heart of rhapsody that I have recently obtained, etc., are Xiao Hao's confidence!

Soon, a quarter of an hour, the place was calm again. At the moment, there are almost 200 students here. However, after careful discernment, Xiao Hao found that there were very few children of the Han family! There was a relatively obvious difference between the children of the Han family and the children of the family, or the children of the nobles, that is, it was very difficult to change such a habit.

"Young geniuses, my name is Ye Tianlong, and I am temporarily in charge of this Qingzhou Academy, you can call me Ye Zhangyuan, Dean Ye, or Master Ye. Originally, according to the plan, you will stay here for a few days, and then go to Qingzhou University together. But now, because of the Holy Martyrdom, you will stay here for a month. In other words, this month is the time for the entire Central Plains region to observe filial piety for the sun and the moon and the same light.

During this period, please pay attention to the following matters.

First, the amount of food and drink should be entertained by the school, but it should not be wasted.

Second, you can move freely, but don't look for trouble. I know that many of you are the pride of the heavens, but this is not your hometown, but the Central Plains, the center of the human race.

Third, if you think that you have enough literary talent, you can write poems and phrases to express your sorrow and condolences to the sages.

Well, as for the dwelling, the woman goes to the west, and the man goes to the east. When you arrive, someone will arrange your accommodation.

If you have written poetry during this period, you can go to the room behind me and give it to me. ”

Xiao Hao raised his eyes and saw that there was a refreshing wooden house behind him, which read "Sancai Ju", and a couplet on both sides: Sanguang Sun, Moon and Star, Sancai Heaven, Earth and People.

The handwriting is firm and strong, and at first glance, Xiao Hao seems to see the green pine rooted in the cliff, facing the cold wind every day to welcome the first ray of sunshine between heaven and earth.

"What a three-talented residence!" Xiao Hao sighed in his heart. Just now, Xiao Hao used his 30 zhang sensing range to envelop this plaque and couplet, and he actually felt this momentum. It is conceivable that the person who wrote this couplet and plaque must be the kind of person with high ambition and strong will. With such a mind, Xiao Hao can't judge his achievements for the time being, but when he thinks about it, it is definitely not only the realm of purple qi ascending;

Suddenly, Xiao Hao's eyes lit up, and when he was about to leave, he finally saw two words "Yang Sheng" in the lower left of the plaque. This shows that this couplet and plaque were left by a person named "Yang Sheng", but it is not known what kind of person this is.

After crossing the Sancai Residence, he came to the back, and here, Xiao Hao got a small room, a small study, a lot of the four treasures of the study, and some books. Also, everyone is a genius anyway, and there are still rooms for one person. When you open the window, you can see a graceful back garden, the glow of the setting sun gilding the garden with a holy golden light, and although it is winter, it is full of life. On the one hand, it is well arranged, and on the other hand, it is also rich in luck here.

Although he had passed through the Holy Martyrdom, Xiao Hao still felt that he was quick to think and his body was refreshed! This was due to his abundant luck. If he had been born in such a place since he was a child, Xiao Hao estimated that he would have awakened his consciousness earlier, without having to take so many detours.

There was nothing to clean up, Xiao Hao sat at the table and thought about it, and decided to write an inscription for this holy martyrdom. Although Ye Tianlong said earlier that "expressing" his sorrow for Shangxian is voluntary! But at this time, writing and not writing are completely two attitudes.

Xiao Hao didn't know how the Holy Death was triggered this time, was it a battle fall, or natural aging?

But in any case, Xiao Hao felt that this was an opportunity to show Xiàn. If you want to be respected by others, then you have to take the initiative to show yourself.

Sitting in front of the table, thinking and thinking, Xiao Hao unfolded the bamboo paper and wrote a couplet:

Yingtou is still: the sun and the moon shine together;

But the text of the couplet has become: The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch is gray and tears are dry.

Although he didn't carry any library or anything like that, Xiao Hao still remembered some of the more well-known words. And this world and other worlds can be said to have no intersection at all, Xiao Hao basically doesn't have to worry about repeating and crashing.

The sun is about to set and the bell for dinner is ringing. Xiao Hao folded the bamboo paper, put it in his arms, and walked briskly to the three caiju! Although the bell rang, there was usually a quarter of an hour to prepare. Xiao Hao prepared to present his masterpiece before dinner. If you think you're so positive, you should be taken seriously!