In the front, there was an invitation from the granddaughter of the general of the Auxiliary State of the Second Grade, and then there was a little scholar who was the elder of the Bailu Country Zhenshan knocked on the door to summon the message.

It's just that the little scholar who grew up in the mountain naturally didn't come to invite Ning Shu to a gathering of classmates, but asked Ning Shu to go to the seminar of Mr. Founding Zheng.

Looking at the old-fashioned and serious professors and gentlemen in front of the round table, and then thinking of those young men and girls who were full of flowers and wine, Ning Shu regretted more and more his previous decision to refuse Jin Weiqi's invitation.

There is only one topic for today's meeting, and that is to discuss various matters related to the Taifu assessment.

Because the Taifu assessment is approaching, all the colleges in the academy have begun the final sprint preparation to ensure that the chances of students in their own institutions can be improved to pass the Taifu assessment.

Bailu Guozhen is known as a university in Los Angeles that integrates fame and strength, and there are several old professors who have retired from Taifu, so they will naturally not lag behind.

Don't look at only one question, but this one, the difference of a few points, is enough to surpass hundreds of people, if that question is difficult, it can even leave thousands of students behind.

Such an important event is naturally worthy of the professors of Bailu Guozhen to gather together and discuss it seriously.

This is also the reason why the students of the calligraphy department want to hold a meeting of classmates today, because they were originally a short-term class to prepare for the Taifu assessment, when the Taifu assessment begins, this class will naturally end, if you can pass the assessment, maybe you can continue to be classmates, if you can't pass, these young boys and girls will have to go their separate ways.

Ning Shu frowned after learning the content of the meeting, because he was just a book assistant, and it stands to reason that there are professors from various subjects here, and the worst thing is to lecture, so it is not his turn to participate.

He looked around at the gentlemen present, and sure enough, he didn't see the scholar surnamed Mu preaching, so there was only one reason for calling him here.

Ning Shu was unwilling to accept this reality.

Sure enough, Liu Yu'an, the mountain chief of Bailu Guozhen, beckoned Ning Shu to him.

It is said that Liu Yu'anshan was once an official to a university scholar, and after his retirement, he took over the position of Bailu Guozhenshan Chief, and in the face of such a big summons, the little Ning Zhujiao naturally could not have the right to refuse.

When he walked over, Liu Shanchang looked at him with the kind eyes of the old man, and kept sighing that the future was terrifying.

Ning Shu was modest, thinking that he was worthy of being a scholar who had been a university scholar, and he had to say a polite word before explaining the task, so that you had no reason to refuse.

Sure enough, after listening to Liu Shanchang's praise of Ning Shu, he slowly spoke:

"Mr. Ning, you also know that the Taifu assessment is coming soon, and according to the usual practice, the real question papers will be produced, you see that the professors of all subjects are here, but you are missing your calligraphy, isn't it inappropriate, I also know that your calligraphy situation is special, but today this matter is particularly important, and you are the assistant lecturer of the calligraphy, so ......"

"I'll hand over the task of finding your Shukemu to you, Mr. Ning!" Liu Shanchang patted Ning Shu's shoulder vigorously, as if he trusted him extremely much.

Ning Shu looked back, and the professors of various departments also cast encouraging glances, as if he was the savior who had descended on him at this time.

Ning Shu was a little strange, just looking for someone, even if this Los Angeles City is indeed a bit big, but it is impossible for this wooden storytelling to fly to the sky, as for looking at himself like this?

But when he saw the mountains of books on the table, he didn't ask much, so he went out with the scholar.

Who made him his direct teacher?

"I'll send you here, little sir, and the rest will be up to you, the mountain chief said that I can't go to that kind of place. The little scholar stopped and said after following Ning Shu to the door of Bailu Guozhen.

Ning Shu thought to himself that this is also true, this decadent middle-aged man must be in the tavern, and the child really can't go to those places, so he asked, "Where is Mu Zhushu now?"

The little scholar tilted his neck, thought for a while, and said, "What do gentlemen often mention, it seems to be called...... Red pile of snow, just three streets away in Pingkangfang. ”

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Ning Shu looked at the crowds and carriages coming and going on the street in front of him, and was stunned.

After all, he was a newcomer, although the Pingkangfang in the mouth of the little scholar was three streets away, but Los Angeles was too big, even if it was two streets, Ning Shu didn't know how to go.

But for the problem of not knowing how to go, the solution is simple.

That is.

Ask for directions.

When a reader encounters a problem, he should have the excellent character of not being ashamed to ask questions, because in the aspect of reading and asking for advice, shameless questions often do not attract contempt and white eyes, and more often he will be praised, which is a manifestation of studiousness.

Of course, Ning Shu is an excellent student, which is fully reflected in Ping'an City, Tushi Palace, or Bailu Guozhen.

If you don't understand, you have to ask, this is what he often said to his students when he was teaching in Ping'an City.

So he walked to an idler sitting on a chair drinking tea on the side of the road and asked, "This big brother, I want to ask, how to get to Pingkangfang?"

When the tea drinker heard this, he looked the immature young man in front of him up and down, his expression was a little strange, he pouted, and replied: "Well, cross this street, turn left, see a medicinal herb shop, turn right, and walk straight along the bell tower street." ”

After Ning Shu silently remembered it in his heart, he asked uncertainly: "Is the red pile of snow in Pingkangfang?"

The tea drinker was still a little disdainful when he heard the young man ask how to go to Pingkangfang at first, so he roughly pointed to the road, and then listened to the young man ask about the red pile of snow, and his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of appreciation.

"Good question!"

He gave a thumbs up and praised, and immediately told Ning Shu a lot of messy things.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a tea house behind this person, Ning Shu really doubted that he was telling a story under the overpass, but listening to the gentle township in this person's mouth, the hero's mound, this red pile square seems to be an extremely wonderful place.

After the young man who asked for directions left, a woman walked out of the teahouse and said dissatisfiedly: "Let you dry the tea leaves, what are you doing there?"

"You may not believe it, but a young man from a foreign country just asked me how to walk in the red pile of snow, tsk, I look like I am only fourteen or fifteen years old, it's good to be young. ”

"That kind of place, I've heard that there are a lot of sons and brothers who are frequent visitors there, outsiders, always like to have some fun, let him go. The woman said unconcernedly.

The owner of the teahouse was a little annoyed when he heard this, and muttered in a low voice: "Why can a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy go, but I can't!"

"Why don't you try one?" the woman snatched the small purple sand pot from the hand of the owner of the teahouse and raised it above her head as if she wanted to fall.

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Ning Shu followed the guidance of the owner of the tea house, walked through the streets and alleys, looked at Los Angeles in the afterglow of the sunset, and his mood became relaxed, thinking about Los Angeles in the evening when he first came, it seemed that he had a different feeling.

L.A., every day is different!

He searched in the bright lights, and as he walked, the dignitaries around him began to become more numerous, and the lights became softer, and even the air was filled with the smell of fat powder.

Listening to the singing sound and the silver bell-like laughter of her daughter's house not far away, Ning Shu felt an extremely bad feeling in her heart.

When he saw the big sign of Pingkang Fangnuo, he stopped.

Looking at the pretty beauties leaning on the railing inside, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, Ning Shu understood a lot at this moment.

Because he knows what this place is.

At the same time, I also remembered where I had heard about Hongduxue, and I also understood the encouraging eyes of Professor Bailu Guozhen, and I also understood why the mountain chief said that the little scholar could not come to this kind of place.

Because the little scholar is still a child.

Ning Shu thought to himself, I'm still a child!

When countless prominently dressed nobles stood up with big bellies that symbolized wealth and nobility, they passed in front of Ning Shu with their arms left and right.

The little guy in front of the door who was courteous and entertained looked at him again and again.

When I heard that the girls upstairs seemed to be making fun of this shy looking teenager.

He still lingers under the archway.

Ning Shu suddenly found that this method of waiting for the surname Mu to teach was stupid, remembering the time when the guy was drunk and slammed the door the day before, he felt stupid that these three words could not describe his stupidity.

It's not a good idea to be here all the time.

Ning Shu remembered that when the little scholar took him away, he added that the mountain chief told him that if he couldn't find it, he wouldn't look for it, so he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

If you can't find it, you won't look for it?

He thought to himself, I'm a cultivator of the Divine Mind Realm, and I can't find anyone in Los Angeles?

This is not the Kunlun Immortal Palace, the Demon Clan's Immeasurable Palace, why can't I go?

Ning Shu brushed the hair on the side of his face, touched his slightly hot cheeks again, and was about to take out his sword to kill the enemy and walk in to catch the decadent uncle surnamed Mu.

He had barely taken a step out when he almost bumped into a passing beauty.

Ning Shu smelled the rich spice smell a little distracted, and seemed to ...... It seems like...... I accidentally bumped into a soft lump of stuff.

The woman watched the boy freeze in place, giggled and pinched the boy's cheek, and walked into the building with a swaying waist.

Only the boy was left in place with a red face.

The beautiful woman upstairs laughed.

The beautiful woman downstairs laughed.

attracted the attention of the crowd.

Ning Shu looked at the bright lights, looked at the women on the railing who were half-hiding their faces but smiling very happily, and a kind of pride came to his heart out of nowhere.

"I'm also the one who has seen the real works of the Liu family!"

"Everyone Liu lingers in the red dust, goes in and out of the Qinglou to refine their hearts, and cultivates the avenue in the red dust, I will go in and take a look, there is nothing wrong. ”

Ning Shu thought like this, his heart was horizontal, his feet were stomped, his head was lowered, and he didn't care who he would bump into, and walked straight towards the lantern Shan Shan who was hung with the three big characters of red pile snow.