Bang bang.

A low voice came from under the stone, and Ling Jiang left satisfied. He actually didn't need to say this, after all, in broad daylight, the little drifter didn't dare to go out and run around.

Lingjiang came to the town by car, and couldn't help but find that today's town has changed greatly compared with the previous two days.

Not to mention that it's all the time now, the colorful glow on the horizon is still shining like a glow, and even in the town, there are more foreigners of all kinds.

Why did Ling Jiang insist that he was a foreigner? If nothing else, how many people in the town would carry a sword with him?

Besides, listening to the sound of their conversation, their behavior is out of step with the people in the town.

"What are these people doing in town? Shouldn't it really be the same as Rhubarb said, going to the beach to join the immortals?" Ling Jiang thought to himself, how could anyone believe such a mysterious thing?

Ling Jiang followed the location that Ya'er told him, and finally found the location of the school hall by feeling the way, which was not remote. It's just that the school is quiet today. When I walked in, I saw a man in a Confucian robe, sitting quietly at the lectern and flipping through a book, and the other seats in the school were empty.

"Isn't there a need to go to school today?" Ling Jiang wondered.

The school is quite elegant, the entrance first has to walk across a stone bridge, the pond under the bridge is crystal clear, there are a few carps playing in the water under the lotus leaves, the breeze is slow, and the smell of books wafts in the face.

On the left side of the hall, there is also a wax statue of the saint Confucius.

"Mr. Sue. Ling Jiang stood under the eaves of the hall and bowed his hands, although his appearance was a little awkward, but he still looked lame.

"Ling Jiang, you're here. Su Qiuhe put down the book and stroked his white beard, although he was a teacher, he didn't have the appearance of a scholar, but he was full of energy.

"Sir, do you have something to do with me?" Ling Jiang didn't dare to catch up with Su Qiuhe, so he had to get straight to the point.

"It's nothing, I just heard that you sold the book, but really?" asked Su Qiuhe.

When Ling Jiang heard this, he nodded slightly, "The family can't afford firewood, rice, oil and salt, so I have no choice but to sell books." ”

"What about this year's autumn exam?" Su Qiuhe then asked.

"The student didn't pass the exam twice, and this third time is difficult. Ling Jiang said stiffly.

"That's fine. Su Qiuhe said very calmly, and didn't seem to change his mood because Ling Jiang gave up applying for the exam, "Before your father left, he entrusted me with taking good care of you, but over the years, I was busy with teaching and some personal matters, so I neglected to ask you and Ya'er. ”

"Mr. Su, you don't have to blame yourself. Ling Jiang hurriedly said.

"It's not that I'm blaming myself, it's just that I'm a little guilty. Su Qiuhe said, "But as a scholar, you must not study, otherwise you will waste your business." Come, come with me to a place. ”

Su Qiuhe said, picked up a bunch of keys on the desk, and walked behind the wax figure of Sage Kong.

Ling Jiang looked sideways and found that there was actually a door hidden over there. Su Qiuhe opened the door panel, and there was a new world behind the door.

What caught his eye was a pool that was bigger than the outside, and there was a large stone platform in the middle of the pool, about two zhang away from the shore, and there were no boats here, Ling Jiang couldn't help but wonder who the stone platform was placed for.

The two of them walked around the pool and came to the pavilion opposite. There is a plaque standing on the pavilion, on which are written four atmospheric and spiritual words: calligraphy is a thousand autumns.

Ling Jiang looked at these four words, and he couldn't help but lose his mind.

I don't know how long it took for him to find that Su Qiuhe had opened the door of the pavilion and lit the lamp inside.

Ling Jiang walked in and took a look, and found that there were all books here!

Each book is standing flat on the shelf, and the name of each book is different, most of them are biographies, discourses, experiences, perceptions, etc.

"In my early years, I went to Chang'an to study and was fortunate to find a mentor in Chang'an. When I returned home, my teacher asked me to bring these books back. These are all books that my fellow disciples and brothers have read hundreds of times on weekdays. You and I are considered teachers and students, and you can pick one of the books here, which is a humble gift for me as a teacher. ”