"Good Master".

Zhou Shengdang gave a gentleman's salute first, which was a respect for the elderly.

"You're good in the future."

The old master stroked his beard with a smile, and was very satisfied with Zhou Sheng's politeness.

"The old man's surname is Wu, I saw your invitation, but there is no shortage of teachers in the academy at present. In the next life, you ran for nothing......"

When Zhou Sheng heard this, he also understood in his heart. There has never been a shortage of teachers in the academy. The world is bustling with talents, and there are more than a dozen seedlings in an acre of wheat field, not to mention this big world.

"Master, is there really no shortage?"

"There is no shortage!

The old master affirmed with a smile.

Zhou Sheng took out a handful of black dates from his pocket, stuffed them into the old master's hand, and complained: "Master, if you eat dates, you can be accommodating, Xiaosheng has no rice to cook, so he is counting on being a gentleman and earning a few big copper plates." ”

Zhou Sheng's face pleaded, and he shook off a handful of snot and tears.

"Haha, the afterlife, interesting. Others give gifts of gold, silver and jade, no matter how bad it is, it is silk brocade, you are good, grab a handful of dates and want to bribe me......"

"Hey, it's too vulgar to give that thing, I don't think it's uncommon for the master to be there, the smell of copper is too great. And Xiaosheng doesn't have any......"

Old Master Wu pulled his beard and scolded with a smile: "I want to be vulgar." Okay, Housheng, I don't want to be difficult for you, if you want to become a teacher, it depends on whether you have enough knowledge, and whether there is a lot of ink in your stomach......"

"Don't worry, Xiaosheng grew up eating ink since he was a child......"

"I'm not joking with you, let's go, go see Mr. Three, if you can pass his assessment, you will be successful......"

There are six great gentlemen in the Confucian school of the academy, and these six gentlemen are also students and disciples of Master Taifu.

There is no doubt that the children of saints must be outstanding.

Zhou Sheng instructed the little beggar in the carriage not to run around, and tied the donkey to the trunk of the tree on the side, before following Old Master Wu to meet Mr. San.

Several gentlemen have their own private compounds.

Mr. San likes bamboo, so he planted a bamboo forest in his courtyard. Under the bamboo forest is a field of fallen leaves and wheat straw, covered with a thick layer of snow. Under the straw, the temperature is comfortable, and some mushrooms and bamboo shoots are planted in it......

Standing in front of the bamboo building, Old Master Wu bowed down and greeted: "Mr. Three, excuse me, there is an afterlife......

Old Master Wu told Zhou Sheng about it, and it was quiet inside, and after a while, there was a ...... A very dry, lame voice came out.

"Enter".

The two knocked and walked in.

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In the bamboo building, the decoration is very elegant and simple.

At a low wooden table in front of them, there were two small animals. One is a squirrel, the other is a sable, both are spiritual creatures.

The fur of the two elves was smooth, like silk, and their black eyes were purring and shining.

Two small animals are eating pine cones, and the aroma of pine nuts is overflowing.

"Eat...... Fruit ......"

The squirrel spoke in a lame human language and threw two pine cones to Zhou Sheng and the two, and the little guy was very hospitable.

At the desk, a woman in a blue shirt was drawing a hairpin.

Under the wolf howl brush, the smooth words jumped on the paper, and it was comfortable to look at.

Zhou Sheng can only see one backside, but looking at the curve, he also knows that the person is not bad, but his eyes dare not blaspheme at all, the woman in the blue shirt in front of him is definitely a powerful person.

"Mr. Three".

Old Master Wu saluted to the woman in the blue shirt.

The woman didn't answer, just quietly traced the words.

"Housheng, let's wait for the meeting, Mr. is doing his homework, at this time, she ignores outsiders......"

"Xiaosheng understands".

Zhou Sheng and the two sat on a low wooden table, and the squirrel and the sable held their little paws and served two cups of hot tea.

Old Master Wu blew the hot air and took a sip slowly, Zhou Sheng smelled the fragrance of tea, something special, and couldn't help but look at the tea leaves, it was bamboo leaves.

This tea is fried with bamboo leaves on the outside. Drink it to clear your heart and reduce your fire......

Zhou Sheng grunted a few times and drank it into his stomach, and he was not afraid of burning his lips. Now even if you drink boiling water, you can't hurt his body. Put a few tea leaves at the bottom of the tea bowl in your mouth and chew them carefully, with a slight bitter taste.

Seeing that there was still a small pot of dried tea leaves next to the wooden table, he grabbed a few slices, threw them into his mouth, and crunched them.

A rich bitter taste fills the mouth, bitter to the extreme, a faint sweetness. There is a hint of sweetness on the tip of the tongue......

Mr. Three, named Mr. Dongfang, as for her age, it has always been a mystery, anyway, the face of ten years ago is no different from today's face, and she has not aged at all.

This Mr. Dongfang, who is also the most low-key gentleman in the academy, writes here all the year round, depicting the hairpin flowers. As for the other five big gentlemen, they have already run out to play, how can they stay here......

Zhou Sheng was chewing tea there, squirrels were eating pine cones there, and Old Master Wu stayed for half an hour, and when he saw that Mr. Three hadn't stopped, he retired first.

The atmosphere was a little dull, and for a long time, Zhou Sheng's hungry stomach gurgled, and in the quiet space, it was particularly loud.

"Eat~~"

Sable pushed over a plate of pine cones and invited him to eat them. Zhou Sheng eats pine cones, even the skin, and makes full use of various nutrients.

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From the time Zhou Sheng entered the door, he stayed for three hours before Mr. San stopped, put down the brush, put the paper on the side of the stove, and waited until it was dry, and bound it into a book......

When Zhou Sheng saw this gentleman's face, the first thing he saw was that pair of eyes, which were particularly bright, like stars in the night sky and fireflies in summer. The face is also very beautiful, double ten years.

"Mr. Three is so ......".

Mr. San threw over a key and said lightly: "You go to the library next to you to copy books, your heart is not quiet, you need to be quiet."

"Sir, I'm here to apply for Mr. Teaching......"

"Go copy the book!"

“weishenme？”

"Because I think you need to copy books!"

"How long will it take?"

"Copy until I don't think you need to."

Zhou Sheng took the key and went out inexplicably, and Mr. San said these words and didn't pay much attention to him.

Mr. Three stroked the sable's smooth fur and smiled faintly.

The squirrel asked curiously, "Master, weishenme wants him to copy the book?"

"Because he's interrupting my writing......"

Zhou Sheng went to copy the book for a trumped-up reason.

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After taking care of the dwelling, the old donkey was also turned into donkey meat and burned into his belly.

There are groups of students who come and go, and some of them are as old as Zhou Sheng, these people are the ones who came here to retake after failing the exam, looking forward to the big exam next year.

The Book Building, as the name suggests, is a building full of books. If you want to ask where there are the most books, it must be Confucianism. And the Confucian books are placed here.

It's just that what makes Zhou Sheng puzzled is that the Weishenme library is locked, and what's even more strange is that the weeds in front of the library are all patches, and it seems that no one has come in for a long time.

On an old tree with a crooked neck, a row of crows quacked, and the angry Zhou Sheng threw a few snowballs and smashed them away.

"How do I feel a little unlucky......"

Opened the old lock, squeaked, and pushed the door open, and it was pitch black inside, and there was an old rotten smell.

After a while, waiting for the sunlight to penetrate inside, Zhou Sheng went in.

On the ground, there is a thick layer of dust. On the shelves, there are scattered old books, and they are also dusty.

The library building is divided into three floors, and the first floor houses a collection of books, which Zhou Sheng estimates to have one million copies. He wanted to go to the second floor to take a look, but it was locked and he couldn't open the key in his hand.

He went out with a stack of books from the first floor, and in it, he always felt eerie. The second floor is definitely not peaceful, this is the feeling that Zhou Sheng had as soon as he came in.

locked it, only to find that it was already full of people outside.

"Someone actually entered the ghost building, it's really ...... death"

"Hey, this kid won't survive tonight's ......"

Zhou Sheng's eyes narrowed, he felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't help but step forward to ask clearly, but saw that everyone was away from him.

"Don't come here, bad luck, don't spread bad luck to us......"

Zhou Sheng arched his hand and said, "This is Brother Tai, what's going on?"

In front of Zhou Sheng, there were three young people, and in addition, there were many eleven or twelve-year-old students and a few old masters.

A young man said lightly: "Xiaosheng Shen Jun, I don't know the name of my brother?"

"Zhou Sheng"

"Brother Zhou is so bold, you dare to enter this ghost building......

After talking for a while, Zhou Sheng finally understood the origin of the ghost building. This study building was sealed a hundred years ago, and legend has it that there were people who died in it that year, and the soul turned into a soul of injustice, and it did not disperse for a long time. After that, those who went in were all so angry that those who did not survive the next day were asked for their lives that night.

Zhou Sheng smiled in his heart, there are ghosts, jokes, this is the academy, Haoran righteousness lasts forever, where do ghosts dare to wander here.

Back in the courtyard, this courtyard is next to Mr. San, the courtyard is not big, but it can also live in people, more than the collective dormitory.

The room has been cleaned up, the floor has been cleaned, and the room is full of old furniture, which can be used when wiped clean.

The little beggar was very happy, although it was simple and old, it was much stronger than her original house, at least the windows were intact, which was enough, and life was actually very simple.

Zhou Sheng held a stack of books and put them on the table.

I lit the stove, which was filled with charcoal, and sat on top of it with a pot and boiled a large pot of rice. The hot temperature warmed the whole room.

"Uncle, it's very good here, you can sleep peacefully!"

The little little one in the little beggar's arms was also very happy, squeaking and calling. The little beggar has a brush and paper, and no longer has to use a thin wooden stick to write on the ground.

Zhou Sheng took a book, dipped it in ink, and began to copy it. I was thinking about what had just happened.

Mr. Three asked him to go to the study building, she must know what was going on inside, what was her purpose, whatever he was, at least there was a safe place to live......

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