"Okay, then I'll tell you what justice is," he continued, looking at all the students, "Whether it's General Yunkui or some general, even if they are better than me, they still don't dare to fight me. Why? Because I am a lecturer in the academy, this is the rule of the Tang Kingdom.

Behind the study, Chu Youxian said shyly: "Why is the academy so messy?" Also, don't be so bold and stupid to annoy this lecturer.

Of course, Ning Que didn't have the guts, he looked at the lecturer who was wiping the blood on his hands, and thought, "The rules formulated by the academy are the most powerful rules...... This has nothing to do with etiquette. On the contrary, it only proves that there is a most powerful person in this place. But, who is that mighty guy? This lecturer?

The lecturer put away the book and looked at Situ Yilan, who still seemed very reluctant, "Whether you agree with me or not, unless you can break the rules here, you should follow my rules." My rule is simple: etiquette is the rule.

Etiquette is about rules, and this is my rule! What a forceful, forceful, unreasonable announcement! Ning Que looked at the old and thin lecturer in a daze. He found himself lost and had no idea what kind of place this academy was, but he knew he liked this place more than before.

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At the end of class at noon, the lecturer put the book under his arm and walked out of the classroom proudly, his beard flying in front of him. He was proud. The students were stunned for a moment, and then the classroom was chaotic, and everyone gathered to gossip about what had happened this morning. Situ Yilan rushed to the beaten student and took out a handkerchief to bruise him. There were still tears on the student's cheeks, feeling that he had done something wrong.

"Chu Zhongtian! You're so useless! Situ Yilan beat him angrily, "If your grandfather sees you like this, he will be angry." How dare you argue with a lecturer without knowing anything! When he hits you, you don't even know to fight back! At least you can run away from him! Why don't you do it?

Chu Xiongtu, the 16th Wei general, had seven sons and thirty-seven grandchildren in his life. Among them, Chu Zhongtian is the best at learning. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have been admitted to the college. But Chu Zhongtian tried his best, but he was beaten heavily by the lecturer.

Chu Zhongtian wiped the tears from his face, he looked at Situ Yilan and complained, "Yilan, it's not my fault. I did everything according to my grandfather's words: whoever hit me, I would fight back, even if he was a prince or a king. I really want to hit him... I don't know why, but I can't move at all.

At this time, Chu Youxian said sloppily: "The associate professor of the college, Cao Zhifeng, graduated from the seven-year magic course of kamikaze. He stayed at the academy and has been teaching here for more than thirty years. He is a great spiritual master of the Perspective State.

Hearing this, all the students fell silent. Situ Yilan's eyes widened, and after a while, he stomped his feet and said, "Even if he is a great spiritual master...... He shouldn't bully a child.

Chu Youxian walked towards them, looking at Chu Zhongtian's swollen face, he sighed and said, "You can't get justice for this matter, because Professor Cao is from ......" Gaga. ”

In the crowd, Ning Que shook his head when he heard what Chu Youxian said. He thought: "You mentioned the victory of your country and how Prince Yan became a hostage in front of the people of the Yan Dynasty. No wonder you're beaten so hard. You can't complain.

The Tang Dynasty was so powerful that the people were very proud. Ning Que admits that he was also quite proud of his country when he fought the barbarians from the steppe in the frontier fortress. But judging by what is happening today, this academy is a melting pot of not only students, but also teachers from different countries. Therefore, Ning Que felt that from now on, he should really take care of his words and deeds.

The students left the study hall because the school bell rang for the third time. Some boarders hurried to the cafeteria so as not to miss the special back-to-school feast. Some of those who had to return to Chang'an City hurriedly left the meadow so as not to miss the celebratory feast prepared for them by their friends in the city. However, most of the students, after packing up their books and stationery, walked down the quiet path on the side of the study hall towards the depths of the college.

Ning Que looked up at the signboard and found that the old library was in that direction. He thought of what the director had mentioned in the first class this morning, and couldn't help but be curious. He waved goodbye to Chu Youxian and followed the crowd towards the alley.

There is no clear pattern in establishing a placement within the College. There are buildings to the east and corridors to the west, scattered on the grass at the foot of the mountain, however, this chaos seems to be completely natural. There are many flat-roofed passages in the corridors of the study. There was no sign on the silent trails that led everywhere, and no one knew where they led.

Although Ning Que looked like his usual naughty self on the surface, he didn't want to go with the flow. It didn't take long for him to leave the crowd and walk alone on a quiet path. The afternoon sun shone overhead, casting shadows on the flat-roofed path and on his right shoulder. The shadow felt like a burden on his shoulders.

He didn't know how long he walked to the end of the path. The path opened up in front of him a bright and wide scene. Ning Que wore a windswept turban around his neck and looked at the woods in front of him. Who knew that such a beautiful sight was hidden in the depths of the academy, he thought as he looked at the verdant greenery in front of him.

The bushes that grow in the pond stand proudly in the spring breeze, verdant and stinging. They look like rows and rows of corn in a field, shining bright colors in strong winds. Their bloated reeds waved with the dance of the wind, refreshing them again.

Ning Que walked on the wet gravel while watching the fish flying in the pond. He could hear bugs calling in the forest. As he continued to walk, the pressure inside him that had been tightly wound around like the strings on a musical instrument finally loosened, and he relaxed a little. Occasionally, a classmate would walk by, and he would nod his head in greetings while maintaining the same pace.

The gravel road beneath his feet had not yet been polished. Bumps are a huge traction force that prevents slipping. He walked around the pond and then into the woods. Thousands of stones lay at his feet, forming a long, flat path that leads to an old three-story wooden building at the foot of the mountain.

The façade of the building looks very normal. There are no ornate decorations or decorations. The roof also doesn't have a fancy hook talent. It is a simple building built at the foot of the mountain. However, the materials used in the construction of buildings are not ordinary. The building must have weathered a few years of storms, watching many students come and go from the college, however, it shows no signs of falling apart.

Ning Que raised his head and looked at the horizontal board engraved with "Old Library" above the roof. He couldn't help but feel that the instructors in the academy were really lazy. A building used to store books is called an old library simply because it's old?

"I know you're all curious as to why this building is called the Old Library. The reason is simple. This building was used to store the books of the college. Books are used to record our thoughts. Once our mind leaves our mind and is engraved on paper, it ceases to be new, but an old object. Therefore, every book is an old book.

There were a lot of people in the building before the closed door. A middle-aged instructor smiled and explained the name of the old library to the students.

"Since you are a member of the Academy, remember that the Academy does not respect words and paper. We don't put books on the altar and worship them. A book is a book. They are just tools, not gods. Only our ideas are new. This place is called the Old Library to remind you of that.

The students nodded in understanding, but not everyone understood the hidden depths of the message. Ning Que understood a little, but he wasn't sure if what he understood was the meaning he was trying to convey.

"Let me tell you about the rules of the old library." Said the middle-aged instructor who was in charge of the old library. "There were two instructors and four staff members. We have to serve the professors and students here, which is why we are open at any time of the day. You can always come here to read it. However, keep these three points in mind.