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Seeing the scholar in front of him, Yi Tianxing's mind suddenly appeared in his mind those imperial histories of the Ming Dynasty.

All of them are desperately working against the emperor, and any little thing can be admonished with death. When he was sceptered, not only was he not afraid, but he also wished to be killed directly, as long as he was killed, he would be famous for the ages, such a thing, in the Ming Dynasty, it simply became a trend, I don't know how many ministers went one after another, desperately going to the road of death.

And the death of the incomparably Harpy.

Yi Tianxing felt strange as long as he thought about it, it was a group of strange emperors and a group of strange ministers.

The bullshit has been passed down through the ages, and until now, a few people remember who was beaten to death by the court staff in the Ming Dynasty.

But the difference in front of me is that this is guarding the Jixia School Palace, which is a holy place in the minds of all scholars, even the people of the human race, dying to protect the holy land, even if you die, you can still live for a hundred years.

For this, Yi Tianxing can understand it very well in his heart.

"Brother Tai, I don't know how many people there are in the school palace now. ”

Yi Tianxing asked.

"There are probably no less than twenty or thirty thousand people, all of whom were the Terran people who descended nearby when the Ten Thousand Worlds merged before, gathered in the School Palace, and with the help of the power of the School Palace, they protected their lives. ”

The scholar said slowly, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

"There are so many. When Yi Tianxing heard this, his heart sank slightly, and he said: "Now that the Jixia School Palace is besieged, tens of thousands of people, just the problem of eating, it is extremely difficult, and all kinds of materials must be extremely lacking." Life here is probably very difficult. ”

One person is born, food, clothing, shelter and transportation.

The world is big, and the food is the biggest. Hungry, no one can live comfortably.

"Although it is difficult, there are masters of farming, who study the secret techniques of farming, and grow as much food as possible. In terms of food, it can be barely supplied, but in the area where the school palace is located, there are not many places that can be planted, and many times, the food to eat, needs to be supplied in limited quantities. It's just that it's really difficult to succeed in cultivation. ”

The scholar said with a sigh, with a hint of yearning in his expression.

He used to be a scholar from the outside world, from different dynasties, a scholar during the Song Dynasty, and he had an instinctive worship and fanaticism for the Jixia School Palace. Entering the Jixia School Palace, even if there are no original scholars and teachers in the School Palace, just from the various classics they left behind, you can appreciate that in the heyday of the Jixia School Palace, hundreds of schools of thought gathered, and various ideas and theories collided.

Each school has its own unique abilities.

The farmer's talent in cultivating food, planting spiritual plants, elixirs, etc., and all kinds of unique magical powers, are incredible.

"Look, this is a fertile field cultivated by the children of a peasant family, and there are only ten acres of land, which is already the largest area that can be cultivated. In other places, it is not suitable for cultivation, and it is impossible to continue to expand, and ten acres of fertile land, under the cultivation of the children of the peasants, although they can be harvested once a month, can only barely supply the grain that can be obtained. There is also a part that needs to be planted with vegetables, melons and fruits. ”

The scholar took Yi Tianxing into the academy, and what caught his eye was a golden rice field, in this rice field, you can see that a large number of peasant children dressed as farmers are hoeing grass in the rice field, waving their hands, a rain cloud is condensed overhead, and a little spiritual rain is falling down. The rice in the rice fields became more vibrant and suddenly became more ripe under the moisture of the spiritual rain. Golden and very attractive.

Farmer's Magical Spell - Little Cloud and Rain Spell!!

In fact, the real farmer's magic power is - spring breeze and rain!!

It's just that the spring breeze and rain need to open up the life trick, and before the life trick is opened, you can only condense the talisman and use the talisman to cast spells. Although the effect cannot be compared with the real life magic power, it still has a strong power of warmth. It allows all things to grow.

"Sure enough, there is something unique, this little cloud and rain technique can directly use its own cultivation as the true element, condense the vitality of heaven and earth, and turn it into spiritual rain. Although it does not last long and covers a small area, it is one of the best means to promote plant growth. ”

When Yi Tianxing saw it, he nodded secretly in his heart.

Even their hoeing techniques are not simple.

A hoe is not as simple as just a hoe. Instead, it contains a peculiar power, which makes the hoe contain power, and the soil under the hoe is directly shattered, so that the fertility in the land is evenly integrated into every inch of soil, rather than one place is more and one place is less. It can also remove snakes, rats, insects and ants hidden in the dead soil. Their corpses are buried under the ground together, turned into nutrients, and turned into the fertility of the soil.

This practice is silent. From the outside, if you don't look carefully, you can hardly see any clues. It can be seen that the farmer's methods are also extraordinary.

"Xiao Linzi, why are you here, who is this one, why have you never seen it before. Is it new? ”

An old farmer who was cultivating in the rice field raised his eyes and looked over, and after seeing the scholar and Yi Tianxing, he showed a kind smile and said with a little strangeness.

"Mu Lao, this one has just come to our school palace from outside, he is his own person, not a foreign race, and he just came in, so I took him to find Mr. Cai. The scholar did not discriminate against the peasants, but showed a sense of respect.

The farmer is also one of the hundred, there is no farmer, these people, all of them will starve to death, no one wants to survive, this is the food and clothing parents, in the school palace, the status is not low. No one is disrespectful to them.

"Old man, my surname is Yi, Yi Tianxing. I've seen Mr. Mu. ”

Yi Tianxing also smiled lightly and nodded to the old man in front of him.

"Okay, my name is Mu Sen. Everyone calls me Old Man Mu. This old bone can't go to the battlefield, can't fight, can only shave some food for everyone in the field. Contribute a little bit of your might. ”

This old man is also extremely friendly.

In the school palace, there doesn't seem to be any contention.

Everyone gathers from all over the world, even from different worlds, and the ultimate goal is to survive. In order to survive, everything else, can be put aside. No one wants to turn the blade at their own people.

"By the way, I've been talking about it for so long, and I haven't introduced it to you yet, the student's surname is Lin, Lin Hai. In the school palace, he is just a late-learner. Brother Yi came this time, and he will be classmates and friends in the school palace in the future. Comrades who fought side by side. Lin Hai said with a smile.

"Brother Lin, according to what Brother Lin said, the original students and teachers of the school palace are gone, and the person who is in charge of the school palace here is a great Confucian surnamed Cai, dare to ask, I don't know which great Confucian it is. ”

Yi Tianxing was a little curious, and opened his mouth to ask.

Great Confucianism cannot be said casually, it is not a self-styled Confucian, but it must be recognized by the people of the world, even literati, bachelors, and thousands of scholars, and finally it can be called a great Confucian. can be respected as a great Confucian in the school palace, it is already conceivable that the other party is definitely a real talent, and a virtuous person must be highly respected and admired.

Only in this way can people be convinced to be called a great Confucian in the school palace.

In history, there are not many Confucians surnamed Cai, but in the case of the integration of all worlds, no one can be completely sure who it will be.

"It's Cai Yong and Cai Daru. ”

Lin Hai said with a look of admiration.

"Cai Yong?"

When Yi Tianxing heard it, the shock in his heart swept like a tide.

Cai Yong: Old man?

Even if I think about it, I feel that my whole mind is in disbelief.

Cai Yong, the word Bo 喈. Chenliu Junyuan people. A famous writer and calligrapher in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and the father of Cai Wenji, a talented woman. Because of the official to Zuo Zhonglang General, later generations called him "Cai Zhonglang".

Moreover, he was also proficient in music and rhythm, and was talented, and studied under the famous scholar Hu Guang. In addition to literature such as the history of the scriptures and the good words, Cai Yong is good at calligraphy and seals. In particular, Lishu has the deepest attainments and the highest reputation, and has the evaluation of "Cai Yongshu's bones are insightful, refreshing and powerful". The creation of the "Feibai" book style has had a great impact on later generations. Tang Zhang Huaijun's "Book Break" commented on Cai Yongfei's white book as "wonderful and wonderful, and it is a combination of divine skills".

Throughout his life, he especially likes to collect all kinds of rare ancient books, as long as he has not read them, he will try his best to collect them. During his lifetime, he collected more than 10,000 volumes, and in his later years there were still 4,000 volumes. There are twenty volumes of anthologies, which are early.

At that time, the books were made of bamboo slips, and every ancient book was used to measure the bamboo slips in a vehicle, and so much could be collected, and the scale of the project was immeasurable. It's amazing.

No matter which aspect it is, Cai Yong is enough to be called a great Confucian. His identity as a great Confucian is absolutely undoubted. At the end of the Han Dynasty, its status was also one of the few in the world.

Naturally profound knowledge.

Seriously calculated, just in terms of knowledge and status at that time, Huang Chengyan had to bow down to Cai Yong and be inferior. There is a certain gap in fame and status.

His conduct and virtue are commendable.

Yi Tianxing knew a story about Cai Yong.

According to legend, Cai Yong's mother was bedridden for three years, and he never untied his clothes and belts regardless of the harsh summer and climate change, and he did not sleep for 70 days. After his mother died, he built a house next to the tomb and lived and guarded it, and he kept the etiquette in every movement.

A rabbit jumped very docilely beside his dwelling, and there was a tree with a branch, which was strange to people near and far, and many people came to watch. He lived with his uncle, uncle and brother, and there was no separation for three generations, and the people in the village praised him for his good character.

It can be seen that its name of Confucianism is well deserved. There are no discounts.

"Is this really fate? I actually ran into my father-in-law. It is also a great joy. In this way, it will be easier to convince him by virtue of his identity. Jixia School Palace, there is already a lot of certainty that it can be completely controlled. ”

Yi Tianxing took a deep breath, and the corners of his eyes also showed a hint of joy.

It was an unexpected surprise.