I have seen Mr. Teaching holding a ring ruler and hitting the palm of his hand, I have seen Mr. Teaching knocking his head with a bamboo stick, and I have also seen Mr. Teaching holding walnuts in his hand.

Paper fans, teapots, jade grips, Bodhi bracelets, and even those gentlemen with unique Yaxing bring their own birds and finches to teach.

But who has ever seen Mr. Teach's sword at his waist?

What kind of weird fetish is this?

Is this here for class or for killing?

It will hurt for a while if the bamboo stick of the ring ruler is beaten, and Mr. Walnut Jade Pendant or something is not willing to smash it on his head, but this sword is not good, which student dares to stand up and hold his head high and say the last sentence Mr. Although he cut at me, if he can't cut it, it will be yours, and if he hits, it will be mine?

The Divine Dynasty does not prohibit ordinary people from practicing martial arts, after all, the ancestors of the Emperor who established the dynasty in Buzhou Mountain were the world that the human race fought with their fists, not to mention that although the Divine Dynasty is strong and has steadily suppressed the southern countries and the five northern races, after all, the human race is self-reliant, so it has never slackened off on the use of force, so the divine law has always been loose in terms of carrying weapons.

Swords but not swords, bows are forbidden, but armor of long soldiers is forbidden, these will be carefully examined when entering the city.

As for what happens after entering the city, there is no idler to go back to pay attention to these trivial matters, but as long as there is a slight movement, it will cause bad things, and the patrol soldiers who are serious and efficient will strangle the bad things at the source.

The sword is a ritual weapon, and literati often wear a sword to show their identity, so it is not surprising that Ning Shu has a sword.

If it was an ordinary wooden sword for decoration, it would be fine, but although the sword that Ning Shu slapped on the table was still covered with a scabbard, he could obviously feel the slightest cold air oozing from under the scabbard, and the students sitting in the audience had no doubt that this was a three-foot green blade with a cold light.

So the study room fell silent.

Ning Shu was very satisfied with the mental cultivation of these well-educated young masters and young ladies from various wealthy families, as well as the correct response in the face of force majeure.

Unlike those children in Heian City, who are stubborn by nature, even if they pull their swords out of their sheaths, they can't be quiet.

"Today we are going to talk about the periodization of the literary history of the Divine Dynasty......" Ning Shu cleared his throat and began to lecture.

All that came from the audience was the sound of neat flipping books.

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"If the literary history of the Divine Dynasty is compared to a mighty river, then we trace back from the current decline to the first ancestor of the human emperor, from the bottom up, and we will find that at the time of the first ancestor of the human emperor, literature was far less systematic than it is now, and the literature at that time was like a vast cloudy sky, which could not be discerned in detail. ”

"The true origin of literature should be much older, according to the records of the existing documents of the Divine Empire, it can be traced back to the chaotic period, when the writing of the human race was universal, so the literary genre produced was roughly the same......"

"The river is divided into upstream, middle and downstream, so the literary history of the Divine Dynasty can also be divided into upstream, middle and downstream, which is what we usually call the beginning of the Yuan, the Ming calendar, and the decline, and the division of the three periods is divided into the first year of the Ming calendar introduced by the Taifu as the watershed. ”

"This part is the focus of the Taifu Shuke assessment. ”

Only when Ning Shu said the main point, the sound of brushing came from under the podium.

Mr. Ning spoke in detail, but it didn't seem that many students were listening, the teenagers were drowsy, and although the girls sitting together did not whisper to discuss which rouge was good as usual, they did not listen to the class, but looked curiously at the young man on the stage who was young but eloquent.

"The little gentleman is very elegant. ”

As the bell rang in the courtyard, the students scattered and left the teaching room one after another, and the bold boy wanted to touch the sword that Ning Shu put on the stage, but he was glared back by Ning Shu before he could get close.

Those who go to restaurants to party, those who go to gambling houses to win money, those who go to Qinglou to spend time drinking, and those who go hunting in the gardens outside the city......

The next class was not until three days later, so Ning Shu ushered in the first rest day of her teaching assistant career.

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In the library of Bailu Guozhen.

Ning Shu walked among the corridors, thinking and searching.

He planned to take advantage of the free time of the three days to check on some things at Mr. Song's house.

I heard Mr. Song say that he was originally a student of Taifu, and then he was forced to leave Los Angeles because of the changes in his family to the court, so Mr. Song's family should also be part of the official system of the Divine Dynasty, but I don't know what happened to Mr. Song's family that can affect a place like Taifu, which is known as the heart of the Divine Dynasty.

Because Bailu Guozhen has a special discipline of legalism, it has become one of the few schools in the Divine Dynasty that can include cases from the Criminal Department, and some of the classic cases are to be analyzed in class as examples.

Therefore, Ning Shujin Bailu Guozhen also has such a mind on the one hand.

Looking for some of the old things that happened back then through the case of Bailu Guozhen, maybe you can gain something, and it can be regarded as an explanation for the dead.

On both sides of the spacious corridor are rows of wooden bookshelves, painted with dark red lacquer, with wooden signs as the mark of each category, and books are nestled together, waiting for the pampering of students.

Walking through the book department, through the military department, and around the reed department, his footsteps stopped in front of the law department's bookshelf as the layers of bookshelves fell behind him.

Looking at the endless law bookshelf at a glance, looking at the accumulation of cases in the Divine Dynasty for thousands of years, Ning Shu was naturally not stupid enough to find a case in a haystack like a needle in the nearly thousand years of cases, he thought about it for a while, looking for the years on the bookshelf and going into decline for eighteen years.

He frowned after flipping through the dossier for about eighteen to twenty years.

Because these three years are really ...... The wind and rain are smooth.

Even above the court, there is peace, the monarch and the minister are harmonious, and the civil and military rule together.

Suddenly...... A flash of inspiration flashed in Ning Shu's mind, and he remembered an old incident he had seen in the book.

This matter is well known, and it has had a great impact on both the immortal and the mundane.

That was the promulgation of the prohibition of the Daomen by the Divine Dynasty.

The spread of the Daomen in the territory of the Divine Empire came to an end with the promulgation of the ban after a decade-long period.

In the eighth year of the decline, in the first ten years of the emperor's accession to the throne, there was a tragedy in Quzhou that caused the whole city to become a ghost city due to the city lord's practice of exercises, followed by the Qingyun Sect, the largest sect in Quzhou, was uprooted by the Marquis of Quzhou in just three days, which caused a huge sensation at that time, and it was also the first time since the God Emperor ascended the throne for the first time in the real sense of the Divine Dynasty in the cultivation world.

As soon as it is shot, it is a thunderous means.

Qingyun Sect is known as one of the top ten cultivation sects in heaven and earth except for Kunlun Immortal Palace, and its disciples are all over the Divine Dynasty, there are countless strong people in the Dream Realm, and there are as many as three Taishang Elders who have returned to the Void Realm.

But they only resisted for three days.

And in this matter, the Daomen is at a loss.

In the following ten years, there were large and small frictions between the Daomen and the Divine Dynasty, but in general, there was no such thing as the Qingyun Sect.

Until the eighteenth year of the decline, a hall master of the Nine Halls of Kunlun Immortal Palace, a great supernatural who returned to the Void Realm, in the Jiuhua realm of the Divine Dynasty, did not know why, and actually made a move to collapse half of the Jiuhua Mountain, although it did not cause worldly casualties, but it still became the last straw that crushed the Divine Dynasty and the Daomen.

This time, the Divine Dynasty did not make the same iron-blooded attack as the previous time, but directly issued a ban on preaching, you must know that in addition to Kunlun's unique advantages, the rest of the sects, especially the cultivation sects in the Divine Dynasty, once they lose the right to preach, then it is tantamount to self-destruction.

But after all, it was the Daomen who once again lost money, so the cultivation sects in the Divine Dynasty moved to Kunlun Mountain one after another.

Most importantly, this incident also led to a small-scale purge of officials of the Divine Dynasty.

This is a line that Ning Shu can only grasp.

He put the case file back in his hand, turned and walked into the bookshelf on the other side of the Daomen, where the books were so few people that they were covered with a thick layer of dust.

Ning Shu dusted it with his hand and carefully flipped it open.

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The southern city of Los Angeles, where the princes and nobles lived, walk a street to see the large courtyard of the Hubu Shangshu is extremely luxurious, and then walk through a street to see the small garden of the scholars, opposite the small garden is the back garden of Dr. Guanglu.

There is such a saying in the mouths of the people, that is, if you take a brick and shoot a random person in Nancheng, it is possible to photograph a third-grade official in the current dynasty, and the lowest is also a fifth-grade official.

Of course, it is impossible for someone to be stupid enough to take a brick and shoot someone else's skull in Los Angeles, because in this case, they will be escorted to Jingzhao Mansion by the officers and soldiers patrolling the city to knock on the skull.

Ning Shu looked at the street under the shade of the trees, and walked slowly according to the records in the book, he didn't know which big yard these were, but he felt that the trees here were all growing very tall, covering the noon sun, and it looked very cool.

The stone lion in front of each house is extraordinarily majestic, the vermilion gate is closed, the gorgeous carriage is parked outside the door, the horse's coat is smooth, it is a good horse, and it seems to be ready to pull the adults in the courtyard wall to set off to do something very important.

From time to time, a housekeeper or maid would come out of the small door in the backyard and hand the money to the cart that came to deliver the purchase materials.

Ning Shu's footsteps stopped in front of a quiet alley, and the courtyard in the depths of the alley was very dilapidated.

The vermilion wall paint in front of the door has peeled off most of it, revealing the rotten wood underneath, and the stone lions in front of the door are also quite mutilated, and the knocker on the wooden door is even missing, and the remaining one is also attached with a layer of mottled patina.

The pillars that supported the façade were flanked with black mud, the eaves of the courtyard were covered with cobwebs, and a small hole was broken in the courtyard wall, in which the birds had nested.

The courtyard door was closed, as if it hadn't been opened in years.

Ning Shu stood at the corner of the street across the road from the alley, and for some reason, he felt a little chill on his body.

Even at noon in early summer.