After Nandao walked back from that path, he was dragged into the room by Li Taimei, and after some friendly exchanges, Nandao admitted that Fang Cai accidentally called the wrong one, and then changed his voice to call Mr. Mei twice, Li Taimei happily let Nandao go.

So the two of them made a fire in the room, and blew the cowhide for a long time.

When the hour was approaching, the gentlemen came out one after another, and Yun Hu didn't know that he was also inside, and when he saw Nandao sitting in the gatehouse roasting the fire, he smiled and nodded, and then left with some other gentlemen to the right. The gentlemen who remained had begun to set up things in the large courtyard where they had entered.

Nandao stood at the door and watched for a while, then was pushed by Mr. Mei, the porter, and was forced to start helping 'enthusiastically'.

In fact, there is nothing to do, nothing more than to put some tables and chairs in the yard, then set up a canopy, and then boil some water next to it, prepare some medicines, and prevent some students from catching a cold or something.

Perhaps, as Yun Hu Buzhi said, before the Hanging Xue Academy became a well-known place of cultivation in the world, it was first and foremost just a academy for enlightenment and imparting culture.

In the process of helping, Nandao also took the time to find out some news.

For example, the Hanging Xue Academy is mainly divided into three major faculties: Wenhua Academy, Qingniu Academy, and Wugui Academy. Then there are the sub-factions that are subdivided downwards.

For example, under the Wenhua Academy, there are the Faculty of Letters, the Qing Chamber of Commerce, and the Faculty of Mathematics and Physics.

Under the Qingniu Academy, there are the Daomen school, the kendo school, the cause and effect school, and so on.

The Witch Ghost Courtyard does not have a large audience in Huai'an, but it also has a few small branches, but most of them are biased towards things like the sacrificial rituals of the Witch Ghost God Cult.

Nan Dao was quite enthusiastic to help, and it did make those gentlemen have a good impression of him, and the gentleman surnamed Xie, who boiled water with Nan Dao, asked him about his intention to study, and registered his name in the book in advance, just the first, and then asked Nan Dao to wait on the right first.

Nandao thanked Mr. Xie, and then walked through the Moon Gate with an umbrella.

Passing through the door is a relatively wide courtyard, there is a stone tablet at the entrance of the courtyard, engraved with the three words of Tanchun Garden, there is a pool in the courtyard, all kinds of flowers and trees are planted along the pond, the pavilion is located, there is a large plum forest in the corner, it is opening brilliantly in the spring season, there are three cyan pavilions in the plum forest, the path is staggered, and those gentlemen drink tea and chat in the middle of the pavilion.

Nandao's sudden intrusion made those gentlemen look over, Yun Hu didn't know that he was also among them, saw Nandao, nodded, and motioned with his eyes to go to the pavilion next to him to wait, so Nandao saluted the gentlemen, and walked along the road to the nearest pavilion.

As soon as he entered the pavilion, Nandao was a little helpless.

A young man in white fell asleep on the stone table in the middle.

It was Zhang Xiaoyu.

Nandao sat down next to him and pushed him, Zhang Xiaoyu woke up in a daze, and suddenly woke up when he saw Nandao.

"Senior brother, how did you know I was here?" Zhang Xiaoyu smiled awkwardly, "Don't worry, when Senior Brother makes up for sleep, I will help you investigate." ”

"......" Nan Dao was a little speechless, "How do I know that you are here, I am here to participate in the spring recruitment, aren't you a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, do you still want to come here to learn the sword?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu Zhengse said: "I am the gentleman here. ”

“？”

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed twice and said: "It's too little money to be a little two people in the inn, and here Mr. Dang has three taels of silver a month, do you know what the concept of three taels of silver is?" Hey! ”

Nan Dao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's dark circles under his eyes that had been playing cards all night, sighed twice, and said, "Could it be that the Hanging Courtyard still teaches people to play mahjong?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said dejectedly: "Mahjong is taught by the Academy of Mathematics and Physics, those old stubborn people refuse to let me enter the Academy of Mathematics and Physics, so I have to be the second gentleman of the kendo school." ”

Nandao asked suspiciously, "What does Mr. Two mean?" ”

"It means the second gentleman."

“？”

Nandao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, a little incredulous that such a stunned young man who had lost all his money playing cards all day long could be Mr. Second?

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Nandao and said proudly: "After all, I am also a proud protégé of the Human Sword Sect, if it weren't for the fact that there is a person who grinds the sword cliff in this Hanging Courtyard, I would be a big gentleman today." ”

Nandao suddenly remembered the woman in the white dress he had met earlier, and turned his head to look into the pavilion, but did not see her.

Nan Dao turned his head, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Then what are you doing here?" Aren't all those gentlemen there? ”

"Hey, those people are very boring, I said it's still early anyway, it's better to play two cards and then talk about it, those people just blow their beards and stare at each other, I don't want to be angry, just come to sleep below, wait for more students, see if you can get together with people to play a few rounds."

Zhang Xiaoyu said, and continued to lie down to sleep.

"Zhang Xiaoyu!"

A neutral voice came from the pavilion.

Nandao looked up and saw a tall old gentleman standing by the guardrail of the pavilion, looking at it with gritted teeth.

"It's almost time, what are you still doing there, why don't you get out of here for me!"

Zhang Xiaoyu stood up helplessly, walked towards that side listlessly, and said with a complaint: "This old guy is the dean of Wenhua Academy, and he is also the vice president of Xuanxu Academy, this old man is too fierce, junior brother, don't go to him later." ”

"How do I feel like you've borrowed a lot of money from him."

Nandao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's back and said.

"Aha....." Zhang Xiaoyu smiled awkwardly and got into the merlin.

Nanjima sat down at the edge of the pavilion with an umbrella in hand, quietly waiting for the spring recruitment of the Hanging Courtyard to begin.

After a while, there were voices outside, and there seemed to be some quarrel, and Nandao listened in the pavilion, a little curious, so he stretched out his head to look over there, but unfortunately because the view was blocked by those various flowers and trees, he saw nothing.

Not long after, there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old man who looked like a chic young master walked in, followed by two servants, helping him to hold a black umbrella, as soon as the young master came in, he looked around, and saw those gentlemen upstairs, but he was not timid, showed a bright smile, waved his hand, and said, "Yo, good morning, everyone." ”

The gentlemen glanced at it, ignored it, turned around and continued to drink tea, Zhang Xiaoyu was lazy and lazy lying on the guardrail, raised his hand, and replied: "Hello, play cards....."

Before he finished speaking, he was knocked on the head by the old gentleman.

The young master laughed, but no one paid attention to him, so he stopped laughing, shook his head and said, "It's boring." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Nandao in the pavilion on the side, and then saw the umbrella in Nandao's hand, and then looked up at his umbrella, held his chin and pondered for a while, and looked at his servant.

"Who is he?"

The servant nodded and smiled, and said, "I haven't seen it in the city, I think it's just a country folk somewhere." ”

"Country people?" The young master snorted coldly and said, "What grade, the same umbrella as me?" Smashed it for me. ”

"Okay, young master." The servant, who had no umbrella, rolled up his sleeves and walked into the pavilion, smashing his fist at Nandao.

Nandao was still looking at the three of them inexplicably, and seeing that his fist had arrived in front of him, he directly shrank the umbrella down.

"When~"

The servant jumped out of the pavilion with his hands folded and wailing.

"Young master, young master!"

The servant cried out bitterly.

"It's broken, it's broken."

"What's broken?"

"The villain's hand is broken....."

The young master looked at the servant in front of him who was holding his hands so painful that snot and tears flowed indiscriminately, tilted his head, and said, "You are really smashed!" ”

“？”

The servant looked at his young master with wide eyes.

The young master waved his hand and said to another servant: "Zhang San, give him two taels of silver, let him not come in the future, what kind of eyesight!" ”

......

After dismissing a subordinate in public, the young master walked into the pavilion with a smile, sat next to Nandao, looked at Nandao's umbrella curiously, and asked very friendly: "Meet me, my name is Beitai." ”

Nandao looked at the young master's north platform under the umbrella for a while before he spoke: "Nandao." ”

"Smack." Beitai clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Good name, it seems that you and I have a good fate." ”

"......" Nandao was silent.

Beitai leaned back on the guardrail of the pavilion and said lazily: "Since fate is not shallow, how about you give me this umbrella?" ”

Nan Dao looked at him for a long time, and then said, "I know a very good doctor, do I want to introduce you to him." ”

Beitai sat up straight, looked at Nandao for a long time, and said with a soft smile: "Zhang San." ”

The servant on the side bent over.

"Young Master?"

"Didn't you see anyone scolding your young master for being sick?" Beitai got up and tidied up his clothes, "Keep smashing it for me." ”

The servant stood still and looked at Nandao's trouble, and asked hesitantly, "Do I smash it or not?" ”

Beitai sighed, patted Zhang San's face, and said, "Why don't you have the eyesight to see it, forget it, go back and get two taels of silver, you can get out too." ”

Beitai sent away two servants, stood by the pavilion and looked at a pool of spring water, sighed and said: "Life, lonely as me." ”

Nandao ignored him, and Beitai didn't continue to make trouble, and the two waited in the pavilion without incident.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and from time to time there were teenage students coming in through the courtyard gate, and occasionally a few students from the demon clan glanced at the two people in the first pavilion, and walked to the back pavilion very interestingly.

In the middle, Mr. Mei, the porter, came in with a large bucket of hot tea and asked the students in the pavilion who needed to drink some hot soup to warm up.

There are many people who drank a bowl, Nandao had a cough, and coughed up some blood, so they also drank a bowl, unexpectedly, at first glance, it was the famous young master Beitai in Nanyi City, and he also wanted a bowl to drink.

Seeing Nan Dao looking at him a little strangely, Beitai, who put his legs on the stone table, just said lightly: "What, Young Master Ben can't drink hot tea?" ”

Nandao shook his head, looked at Beitai with a strange expression and said, "No, it's just that you are the only one who gnawed a piece of the bowl down." ”

"I'd love to." Beitai said angrily. Then he lay down and looked at the rain falling from the sky, and did not speak again.

The two sat in silence in the pavilion.

"Yo, isn't this the Northern Prince, who is known as Nanyi City, who covers the sky with one hand?" A joking voice came from the courtyard gate. Nandao turned his head to look over there, only to see a young man who looked like a young master walking in, followed by a silent middle-aged man holding an umbrella.

The young master walked to the pavilion, looked at Beitai, and then at Nandao, tilted his head slightly, and said calmly: "Throw him out." ”

The middle-aged man didn't say anything, and walked straight to Nandao, about to grab Nandao's clothes.

"If you dare to throw him out, I'll throw you out, Hua Wuxi."

Beitai was still lying there lazily.

The middle-aged man glanced back at the boy who was called Hua Wuxi.

Hua Wuxi motioned for the man to come back, then sat down cross-legged on the other side of the pavilion and smiled softly.

"I'm kidding."