Compared with the Taoist Academy, which occupies half of the northern city, the Luo'an Academy, located in the west city of Luo'an, is much more "restrained".

The vertical pavilions are intertwined, and the periphery is surrounded by a low wall, and the quaint courtyard style shows the unique elegant atmosphere of the academy.

Inside the academy, various sheep intestine paths connect many courtyards, and the roads are full of fragrant laurel trees.

Occasionally, the morning breeze blows, and the golden stamens flutter slightly in the air and fall onto the cobblestone path, giving people a very comfortable and peaceful feeling.

The two courtyards of the academy, Fang He and Zhu Ting, were on a small path at this time, strolling leisurely and talking casually.

"I've just seen so many pavilions, and there are not many new faces who can perform calligraphy compared to a few years ago. ”

The white-haired Fang He's face was full of displeasure, he snorted and said, "Those masters, how did you teach the students in the past two years?"

Zhu Ting glanced at him lightly: "In the past two years, you have never cared about the affairs of the academy, and when you wait until this time, you will start to be anxious?"

"Ahem. ”

Old Fang He's face turned red, and then he coughed lightly: "On weekdays, I have to keep an eye on the Demon Sect, and I have to play Tai Chi with the old guys in several other cities, and I also have to pay attention to the movements of the Northern Demon Domain at any time.

How can you have the spare time to take care of these little guys?

As for the academy, with you taking care of it, I am very relieved, very relieved!"

Zhu Ting shook his head, too lazy to argue with him.

"Ahead is the pavilion of that kid from Wen Donglai, right?"

While walking, Fang He pointed to an attic in front of the two of them and asked Zhu Ting, "I remember...... There are still a few students he teaches. ”

Zhu Ting glanced at him expressionlessly:

"Donglai can now be regarded as the great Confucian of our academy, there are seventeen disciples under him, and you can only call 'this kid' and 'that kid' in private, and in front of so many of his students for a while, you can save some face. ”

"Listen to you, listen to you. Fang He didn't argue with Zhu Ting, and said with a smile: "Go and see if he has any good seedlings there." ”

Zhu Ting looked at Fang He with a look of surprise on his face, and it seemed a little strange - this old friend who he had known for decades was actually so good at talking today, thought about it, frowned and said:

"Don't think that because you're like this, I won't ask you for the cost of repairing my house. ”

Fang He snorted, and immediately quickened his pace, leaving Zhu Ting behind, his steps were as nimble as a youth.

Zhu Ting looked at his back, shook his head helplessly, and had no choice but to follow.

....

In the clean and elegant attic, more than a dozen futons are scattered.

On each futon, there is a young figure sitting quietly, either meditating with his eyes closed, or quietly flipping through a book.

Li Xiaowan's thin figure was among them.

Since the positions of the students are arranged according to the previous assessment results, among the many students from the Confucian scholar Wen Donglai, Li Xiaowan was the latest to be admitted to the hospital, and the position of the futon has always been the most inconspicuous last row in the pavilion.

At this time, she was holding a white paper in one hand, but her eyes were not on the book, but staring at the scenery outside the window, and her thoughts drifted somewhere.

"I don't know if Li Dajing went to the Taoist Academy today to learn anything, and there will be no trouble. ”

"Really, how good it would be to come to the academy to visit Mr. Wen, so that we can study together......"

"I heard that the Daoyuan is all violent maniacs, and I don't know if Li Dajing will be bullied......

"Ah......h

Li Xiaowan was thinking wildly in her heart, and suddenly a ring ruler floated over from the side and knocked on her head, causing her to scream in a low voice.

Covering her head, Li Xiaowan retracted her thoughts, and with some weakness set her eyes on the middle-aged scribe who was contemplating with his eyes closed on the high steps in front of the attic.

The ruler that had just "attacked" her was floating back to the middle-aged scribe, and the latter, sensing her gaze, opened his eyes and glanced majestically in her direction.

Li Xiaowan immediately lowered her head and looked like she was reading a book seriously.

......

After a while, Fang He and Zhu Ting walked up to the attic with a smile.

All the students stood up and saluted the two of them.

"Hello to the head of the hospital!"

The middle-aged scribe named Wen Donglai also immediately put down his shelf and bowed to the two.

"Don't be restrained, don't be restrained. ”

Fang He looked at a room of students, and the smile on his face couldn't be hidden.

He could tell at a glance that the students in this attic were much more knowledgeable than the others they had seen before.

Wen Donglai, this kid, although he is a little pedantic and rigid, still has some skills in teaching and educating people...... Fang He thought so in his heart, raised his voice and said to the people present:

"Zhu Yuanshou and I, this time we came here to say one thing. Presumably the night before yesterday, you have all heard about what happened on the other side of the Nanqu River, right?

With the full cooperation of our academy and the Taoist academy, all the high-level demons of the Southern Demon Sect who tried to come to our Luo'an City to stir up the storm have been exterminated. ”

All the students nodded one after another, and when they talked about it, they were all excited, and they only hated their low strength and failed to participate in that big battle.

In their opinion, our generation of scholars should not only govern the world with learning, but also use the pen as a knife to kill demons and determine the world.

Fang He nodded and continued, "Now that the Demon Sect's vitality has been greatly damaged, it is the time for us to further exterminate it.

Therefore, I will discuss with you, the head of the Zhu Academy, to select a group of highly knowledgeable and outstanding students in the academy, and participate in the demon slaying conference half a month later, and together with the Taoist Academy Tianjiao, counterattack the Demon Mountain. ”

After listening to Fang He's encouragement, the young people were eager to try it one by one, eager to write on their faces, "Choose me, choose me." "Such big words.

"But..."

Fang He's words changed sharply, and then he said: "However, to participate in this Demon Slaying Conference, you must have a certain strength, otherwise you will become a burden at that time.

So this time, we will only select those who have cultivated 'calligraphy'.

We Confucian disciples are not good at attacking, and I guess none of you have any experience in fighting demons.

But don't worry, in the next half month, I and you, the head of the Zhu Academy, will personally teach the people who participated in this conference. The Academy will also provide you with sufficient resources to help you further improve.

This eradication of demons will inevitably carry a certain risk, so the academy will not force it, and anyone who has cultivated 'calligraphy' can participate voluntarily.

But...... I still hope to be able to see the iron bones of our academy students, so as not to make the people of the academy laugh at it. ”

Although he said voluntarily, after he said this, he was encouraged by the will of Confucianism,

During the field, the students were like having been beaten with chicken blood, and they couldn't wait to copy the pen immediately, find the sect master of the Demon Sect to fight alone, and fight for three days and three days.

There are also some students who are unable to participate because of insufficient cultivation, and sigh in their hearts with great regret.

At this time, Fang He turned his gaze to everyone's teacher, Wen Donglai.

The middle-aged scribe understood what Fang He meant, and said after thinking: "There are seventeen disciples under my sect, and there are nine people who have cultivated 'calligraphy', namely Xu Guangyao, Lu Han, and Jiang Xuemei..."

Every time he read the name of a person, one of them walked up from his position to the front and saluted the gentleman and the two heads of the house.

Soon, all nine young students came out, six men and three women, all with high morale on their faces.

Fang He looked at the vigor of these people, he was very satisfied, nodded, and was about to speak.

In the last corner of the attic, a weak girl's voice suddenly sounded, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Mr. Wen, me, and my ......"

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