It was soon the fifth day of the third month.

Yu Yuyang wore clean student robes, carried a bamboo bookcase, and walked along a flat and winding mountain road to the east platform of Taiyang Academy.

Dongtai is a high ground second only to the main hall in the school palace, and three wooden structure schools with wide courtyards have been built above, and it is also a place where the school palace teaches some unique knowledge.

Yu Yuyang's major is the indigenous language of Ansan, which is one of the few courses that requires the call of the metropolitan hall after completing his studies, because all his tuition fees are paid by the metropolitan government.

If nothing else, after a few years in the Academy, he will be sent by the Metropolitan Protectorate to serve as a resident envoy among the indigenous tribes near the Ansan Mountains, responsible for managing trade and maintaining relations between a tribe and the Metropolitan Palace.

He was also prepared for this, but he never expected that just a few days after entering the school, he would be transferred here to learn another unheard of indigenous language.

This matter is related to his future, so he is also quite worried in his heart, not knowing whether this matter is good or bad for him.

After walking up to the east platform, he quickly came to the outside of the school hall along the stone slab flower path, where there were two rows of school palace guards, each of whom was carrying a spear.

Seeing him coming, someone immediately came up to inspect the name of the paperwork, and after some strict questioning, he was let in.

Yu Yuyang stepped up the steps, and in front of him was an open gate with five pillars apart, and he first changed his shoes at the signal of the assistant outside, and then walked in.

As soon as you get inside, you will find that this building has a unique structure, there are no pillars in the hall, it is spacious and bright, and you can directly see the majestic Ansan Snow Peak outside.

Walking on those almost recognizable smooth floors, he had a feeling that he was above the top of the clouds, on a level with it, and even his mood could not be improved a lot.

There are six rows of horizontal and vertical low tables on the school, which are just enough for one person to walk between them, and there are incense burners to warm hands and bamboo shelves next to the desks.

At this time, he saw that there was already a slender girl sitting here, although the division commander had not yet arrived, but when he sat there, his small body was still straight.

He didn't dare to be rude, and when he got to the front, he waved his hand and said, "The lady is polite, and the student is more than good." ”

When the girl saw it, she also stood up and gave him a blessing, saying, "Shaolang is polite, student An Chu'er." ”

Only then did Yu Yuyang notice that his pupils were a little golden, and it was not difficult to see that he had Anren blood.

However, there is no discoloration on his face, because most of the people who learn indigenous languages are mixed-race, and Tianxia people like him are rare.

He looked around, chose a slightly back seat and sat down, he laid out his things, and waited quietly for the gentleman to arrive.

After a while, the noise outside gradually rose, and some young boys and girls came in the school one after another, all of them were very polite, greeting each other.

The originally empty school, due to the arrival of these students, has also injected a lot of vitality.

A short little fat man sat down next to Yu Mingyang, his face was ruddy, his skin was fair, pink and tender like a dough, when he saw Yu Mingyang, he grinned and arched his hand: "Duan Neng." ”

Yu Yuyang also arched his hand and said, "Yu Mingyang." ”

Duan Neng said: "Brother Yu, what kind of major did you study before you came here?"

Yu Mingyang replied: "Anrenyu." ”

Duan Neng's eyes widened and he said, "Awesome, Brother Yu." ”

Yu Yuyang was stunned, but it was the first time that someone praised him like this, and he said modestly: "It's just a small way." ”

"No, no, no," Duan Neng leaned over, patted him on the shoulder, squeezed his eyes at him, and said, "Brother Yu, the little brother will depend on you." ”

Yu Yuyang hurriedly said: "Brother Duan is serious. ”

At this moment, everyone suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, and then a girl with a delicate face and slightly golden eyes broke in.

She was petite, but she walked violently, wearing a traditional Tianxia lady's dress, with a forehead ornament on her forehead, and silk gloves on her hands.

She ignored the people around her and walked straight to the front and sat down.

Yu Yuyang took a careful look outside the school, but found that there were more than a dozen tall attendants there, which were obviously brought by the girl.

He thought about it in his heart, this girl obviously has Anren blood, but she can walk around the Taiyang School Palace with the guards, such a person seems to be the only one in the Duhu Mansion......

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but jump in his heart, and immediately looked away, not daring to look more.

Duan Neng saw this girl appear, but he grinned, took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat, and muttered, "Why is she here too." ”

Suddenly, the sound of a broken jade colliding came from outside, and the assistant immediately said, "Silence, Mr. is here." ”

All the students stopped talking, stood up from their seats, and stood solemnly, waiting for the arrival of the teacher.

Zhang Yu walked slowly and forcefully, walked into the school from the outer teacher's road, and stood on the teacher's seat. He glanced at it and saw that there were a total of nineteen students below, which was not a large number, but from the temperament and posture, it could be seen that the history was different, and the identities were also different.

He had long known that the people who came to learn this language were either gifted or had a great background and wanted to occupy a certain interest in it.

The students saw Zhang Yu at this time, and they didn't feel stunned, they thought that the person who taught them the indigenous language today should be an old pedant, but this teacher was completely different from what they imagined, his appearance was like a painting of immortals, his spirit was high above the clouds, awe-inspiring and could not be looked at directly, his eyes were everywhere, and his heart immediately jumped, and he unconsciously lowered his head.

"Huh?"

At this time, Zhang Yu suddenly found that in addition to these students and the attendants outside, there was another person's breath nearby.

As soon as his mind turned, he already understood, but he didn't say anything, his eyes were down, and he said: "My name is Zhang Yu, and I am here to teach 'Jianclaw language' this time, and you gentlemen and ladies can sit in peace." ”

All the students were stunned at this moment and said, "Mr. Xie." Then they all sat down.

Zhang Yu stretched out his big sleeves and sat down on top of the division.

He removed the ruler and took the roster in his hand, which contained the faces and names of the students present, but when he looked at it, there were only eighteen people, one less.

He checked it, and immediately knew that the young man was the girl sitting at the front, and the attendant outside should have been brought by her, although no one had said it beforehand, he could already guess its identity from its dress and pomp.

However, since he went to his school, he had to talk about his rules, which was also the power given to him by the school.

He moved his gaze to the girl, who was looking at him, and when he saw his gaze sweeping over, he was startled, and hurriedly lowered his head, but he felt as if he was too weak, and immediately raised his head again, and glared back unconvinced.

Zhang Yu ignored her careful thoughts, and said lightly: "This lady, what is your name and surname?"

"Why should I tell you?" This sentence just passed through the girl's heart, and she still said honestly: "Yang Ying." ”

Zhang Yuwei nodded, compared the roster, and called the remaining students one by one, and the students who were pointed out immediately responded.

But there was also an "acquaintance" found here, and the girl I met in Wenxuantang last time was also in it, and the name on the roster was written with the word "An Chuer".

After calling everyone's names, he also got a general idea of each person's personality from their answers.

He put down the roster, and he first read out the rules of the school, and the rules that everyone had to follow when he was teaching.

After explaining all this, he officially began to lecture.

"Before you learn the Strongclaw language, you need to know the gods of the Strongclaw tribe, and in the next three days, I will start with the myths and legends of this tribe. ”

He did not deliberately slow down the progress first, but the emergence of indigenous gods, which is often closely related to the living environment of the ancestors, and understanding myths and legends is also understanding the changes in their history.

On top of the previous question, why did Qiu Xueling first ask how the heavens and earth people of the Jianclaw tribe communicated, instead of asking anything else?

Because he is asking the origin, only in this way can he know what the cultural roots of the Strongclaw tribe are.

Even if there are enough samples, it can be roughly inferred from this that the regional environment in which these indigenous people lived at the earliest, the approximate production and lifestyle, and what evolution they have undergone.

Yang Ying said proudly: "We Tianxia people never rely on God, we rely on ourselves!"

"That's right, what is a god, he made a robe of a god!"

"Yes, why should we learn their language, let them learn ours!"

Someone immediately shouted.

Zhang Yujaw said: "That's right, ambitious." ”

Yang Ying's face was suddenly triumphant, but Zhang Yu's next sentence made her stunned.

Yang Ying interjected for no reason, disturbed the order of the school, and demerit once. ”

"I'm not convinced!"

Yang Ying was extremely angry, she wanted to shout this sentence out, but she had just suffered a loss, she still had a memory, and she could only murmur indignantly in her heart:

"Why am I alone?"

Zhang Yu didn't care about her little emotions, and began to slowly tell the origin myth of the Strongclaw Tribe.

In fact, the myths and legends of the tribes near the Ansan Mountains, the students present don't know how many they have heard, nothing more than creation, disaster, conflict, reproduction, test, salvation, and then a series of half-human and half-god heroes, except for some details, they are generally not much different.

But these things depend on who is going to say them.

Zhang Yu has the skill of "rhyme", and his voice makes people enjoy listening to it very much, so that those complicated and awkward names of gods are not so repulsive.

Not only that, but he said a creation myth that originally looked very ordinary, and his blood was surging, and the students unconsciously substituted themselves into the situation, not only them, but even the attendants outside were affected by this, and they also listened to God.

It wasn't until the sound of broken jade outside that he suddenly woke up to the fact that the lecture had ended.

Everyone felt like they couldn't get enough of it.

Zhang Yudao: "That's all for this lecture, all of you have to go back and write down what I said today, see how much you remember, and give it to me one by one tomorrow." ”

Since you have taught students, of course, you have to leave homework, which is also responsible for students.

"What? And homework?"

Yang Ying slapped the table and stood up with raised eyebrows.

Zhang Yu glanced at her and said lightly, "Sit down." ”

Yang Ying's face turned red, her eyes widened, her fists clenched, she snorted angrily, and then ...... Still sat down.

Some of the attendants stood outside, but they looked ahead, but they didn't hear.

Zhang Yudao: "The class is over, it's not yours, remember the rules, don't do it again next time." With that, he unfolded the sleeves of his robe, stood up, and walked out.

He had just walked out of the school, but he heard the sound of eager footsteps chasing after him, and the sound of anger, so he stopped and looked back, and said, "An Chu'er, what's the matter?"

An Chu'er ran to him, first bowed solemnly to him, and then handed over an umbrella in his hand, and said gratefully: "Sir, do you remember, you lent the student an umbrella that day, and the student has been looking for a chance to return it to Mr. ”

Zhang Yu glanced at the umbrella and said, "It's not raining these days, have you always kept the umbrella with you?"

An Chu'er nodded seriously and said, "Yes, the student doesn't know where Mr. lives, so he thinks that when he meets Mr. one day, he can return the umbrella." ”

Zhang Yu took the umbrella and said, "I just noticed that in the academy, you are the most serious student.

An Chu'er was praised, her heart was happy, and she said seriously: "Sir, I will continue to work hard." ”

"Well, yes, remember to do your homework. ”

After Zhang Yuwan said this, he walked along the ramp to the bottom of the terrace.

At this time, in the hall separated from the school by a wall, there was a handsome young man who walked out from the inside, he looked at Zhang Yuyuan's figure, smiled slightly, and walked off the platform from another direction.

He came all the way to a secluded mansion in the southwest of the palace, and after greeting the assistant in front of the door, he walked unhindered to a garden full of rich fragrance.

Qiu Xueling was watering the flowers here at the moment, and when he heard his footsteps coming, he asked without looking back, "How is it?"

The young man stood behind him, clasped his hands, and said, "Teacher Hui, this Zhang Auxiliary Teacher is very good at lecturing, and while speaking the language, he also analyzes the cultural sources behind it thoroughly, and it is easy to understand." ”

Qiu Xueling said: "Very good. ”

The young man then asked, "Teacher, do you need students to repeat today's things?"

Qiu Xueling waved his hand and said, "It's not necessary." My original plan was to try to get the language of the Hardclaw tribe from him, and then communicate with that tribe first, so that we could leave him alone. But now that he's got the upper hand, and everyone knows that the language was taught from him, there's no point in continuing, you just have to listen to it and try to replace it when it's time for the official communication with the Strongclaw tribe.

The young man smiled and said, "Yes, teacher, the students will work hard." ”

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