Qin Yun gradually took it upon himself to settle down the two figures whose identities were big enough to make the entire Northern Divine Continent awe-inspiring, and Chen Xuanjiang, the general director of the second department of the fox brocade wolf qi, who had captured the clues early, patiently suffered until that night, personally visited the door, and held the teacher accountable.

In a wing room with more shelves than furnishings, apart from the couch, the largest area occupied was a round table and a few round stools, which were covered with yellow cloth and upholstered.

Two people sat opposite each other at the round table, one with white hair but handsome, and the other thin and old but with a good bearing. Chen Xuanjiang looked at the layout of the house with cold eyes, and found that it was quite similar to the residence of Qianzhang Lifang where he was located, but the shelves were not filled with intelligence files, but with all kinds of ancient books.

Qin Yun gradually poured a cup of tea for the old man that had not yet cooled, smiled suddenly, and said with emotion: "I have known you for so many years, but you are the first time you have been a guest in my house, should I ask Qin Tianjian which wind is blowing today?"

Chen Xuanjiang's face was gloomy and ugly, and he said coldly: "Anyway, it won't be a warm spring breeze!"

I didn't look at the cup of tea, still with that cold face that was not close to people, and said: "A Taoist immortal figure who can become a world by himself within the gourd, and a Confucian saint who is full of righteousness and overflowing words." Neither of these two people can be dealt with by you and me alone, and even joining forces may not have a chance of winning. You placed them in the mansion, did you think about the safety of the little marquis and his wife?"

Qin Yun gradually became idle and lazy: "It's okay!

But Chen Xuanjiang glared at him fiercely, so he restrained his frivolous expression, turned a cup in his hand, and after carefully thinking about the wording, he said solemnly: "Not to mention that the predecessor of the Yi Lizong is a famous person decades ago, there is no reason to be bribed to attack Mrs. and Houzi." It doesn't matter whether he has the confidence to be the enemy of the Shenhua Marquis Mansion or even the entire Golden Wind Empire. In terms of killing power alone, he now has no background to make trouble under the noses of you and me, in other words, he is now difficult to protect himself, and he has no spare strength to exert his vast supernatural powers. Entering the Hou Mansion is more about seeking a way of mutual benefit and symbiosis. ”

Chen Xuanjiang was like hearing the sky, reaching his martial arts realm, the watershed of martial arts in the martial realm could not be crossed, and it was absolutely impossible for the first martial artist and the martial artist above the one to kill people in this cross-border situation, for example, a martial artist who ran out of oil and lamp, if he was willing to do whatever it took to do so, then the martial artist of the second peak could not even ask for a chance to die vigorously together. Therefore, Chen Xuanjiang was very puzzled, thought for a moment, and popped out two words: "Falling?"

originally thought that this was the only reasonable explanation, but Qin Yun gradually shook his head and denied it, he no longer hid the dumb riddle, and revealed: "You haven't seen that gourd with your own eyes, so naturally you don't know the inside story." In other words, anyone who has never climbed to the next realm will not be able to see the mystery.

Inside that gourd, there are mountains and rivers blessings! As for whether or not it contains temple incense and human merits, I can't tell with my realm. ”

Chen Xuanjiang smacked his tongue, although he had also heard that Taoist immortals had this magical power. It can imprison the mysterious aura that cannot be captured in the mountains and rivers, and use it to seek immortality and feathering, or to attach the national master and grandmaster to the Son of Heaven, and infuse it with imperial nobility to protect the eternal existence of the country. But it's still incredible to hear with your own ears that humans can do it. Chen Xuanjiang once personally went to the famous mountains and rivers to try, capturing the spirit of heaven and earth, that is, the blessings of mountains and rivers, just like in a pot of wheat flour, separating and picking out the glutinous rice flour in it, which is beyond the reach of manpower.

The aura of mountains and rivers is often attached to the spirit beasts, plants, trees, rocks and streams, and blends with the turbidity, and it is impossible to separate it.

"Do you mean that this Dao Master needs to stay up day and night to tie a cage with his spiritual qi to prevent the mountains and rivers from leaking and escaping?

Qin Yun nodded gradually, his eyes stayed on the cup of tea for a while, Chen Xuanjiang understood, picked up the teacup and drank, and listened calmly. Qin Yun gradually said: "There is this layer of hidden meaning, but don't take the guard force of our Hou Mansion too seriously! In the past, there were demon deer and meteorites that almost destroyed the Star Curtain Courtyard; later, the former sect leader of the Shuoluo Sect and the other three masters of the First Realm Sect visited together; recently, there was also a case of a thief disguised as a musician who successfully infiltrated the Hou Mansion. It is said that the Hou Mansion is like an iron wall, but it is better to say that it is the tiger's den in Longtan and the target of the public! Moreover, as one of the few Taoist sects in the Northern Divine Continent that cultivates both Taoism and thunderbolt methods, it has a reputation and reputation in the rivers and lakes, and everyone respects it. The master of the Realm Realm who is hiding behind the scenes may have a handful of them, and in today's situation, except for the White Feather Sword Immortal who has risen rapidly in the martial arts and is riding the dust, I am afraid that no one dares to offend such a giant thing as the Yi Li Sect head-on......"

Qin Yun gradually stopped talking, and Chen Xuanjiang said softly: "Brother Qin means that this Tao has another purpose?"

Chen Xuanjiang pondered for a while, and whispered at the same time as Qin Yun: "The destination of the mountains and rivers is ......."

"What kind of character is that old Confucian student?"

Qin Yun gradually smiled and said, "Don't worry about it, it's my family's master!"

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Feng Xingyu was told that the curriculum had been changed as soon as he got up this morning, not only had the place where he was taught changed from the original school, but even the teacher had also been replaced.

Led by a servant, I walked for a full three quarters before I saw a small narrow courtyard. The front door is a deliberately old but good-looking wood, pushed open to the side, without a padlock.

In the center of the courtyard, several strong pines are rooted in the cracks of the mountain rocks, most of them are slender and straight, only one of them is tall and stout, and the trunk is twisted like a dragon, winding up. Under the shade of the trees, there is a pavilion with a set of stone chess piers for the game. A stream of clear water flowed down the gap between the rocks and gathered into a small puddle on the ground, in which two golden fish fry as small as finger caps were raised, and the grass around the small puddle was green.

The little Hou Ye Feng Xingyu glanced at it and no longer cared, the landscape in the Hou Mansion is as much as a cow's hair, whether it is elegant or gorgeous, it is not inferior to the narrow small scene of the dojo in this screw shell, no matter how much ingenuity is spent, if a place is born with a narrow pattern, after the appearance of elegant things, it will be messy, and the traces of artificial carving will become more and more prominent.

The old gentleman stood by the door with a smile, and there was obvious genuine joy on his old face, and there was a trace of childishness in a trance, or his heart. This proud master of the Tianyuan Academy, who has only two people and protégés and disciples all over the world, seems to be even more excited than the students at this moment.

When the little marquis saw this new teacher, who was older than his own husband but in good spirits, he saluted respectfully: "The student meets Master Song!"

Song Menni didn't stretch out his hand to help, but just smiled and watched the elementary school student finish the apprenticeship. Then he smiled and waved his palms to beckon him into the house. After entering the house, the old man pointed to a lesson plan with a brush basin on his own, and said kindly: "In our college, there have always been new students who hold an entrance ceremony to wash brushes and inkstones, aiming to warn students to work hard and be calm

and concentrate on learning. Although you have held the opening ceremony, but re-enter the door wall of our hospital, the pen washing ceremony is also the honor of the ancestors of the ancestors for thousands of years, and the weight is not heavy. ”

Feng Xingyu nodded solemnly, bent his knees, and knelt in front of the desk. The Song Mengni Xi case is located slightly higher and the lower disciple seat is one step, and the straw mat class case is also placed with water basins, brushes, inkstones and other things.

Song Mengni is upright, picks up the pen and enters the water, moves meticulously, and leads by example.

The little marquis Feng Xingyu glanced at the board, and he learned well.

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Mr. Song Mengni, the head of Tianyuan Academy, advocated teaching students according to their aptitude, and he had high hopes for this little disciple, and he couldn't wait to put all his life's knowledge into the child's head like pouring beans into the child's head. Therefore, the method of "teaching students according to their aptitude" can be said to be vividly exerted.

In a few days after the start of school, the four-year-old little marquis was tossed enough, poems, scriptures, national policies, and the art of war, teaching in turn, and always pressing Feng Xingyu's tolerance limit to teach. The little marquis felt that he had walked back and forth from purgatory in the past few days, and every time he got out of school, he was always in a blur, and the words and words that had been forcibly stuffed into his mind were gathered into countless regiments one by one, each of them did not give in to each other, and his head was buzzing. Even in the dream, I was awakened by Mr.'s sentence "Have you memorized it, let's read another book if you remember it!", and his chest and back were full of cold sweat.

Zhang Qiguan and Gao Guifu are still taught under the Lou Qianhe ring ruler, copying some Confucian enlightenment classics every day, which has already tired the fat dun who is not good at writing.

The two of them went to Feng Xingyu to play when they were free, but they were often told by the servants that the little marquis was either reciting Confucian classics or sleeping and resting. The two who hit the closed door wall were extremely depressed, and at the same time wondered why Brother Yu was suddenly so active and hardworking, which is very unusual!

Feng Xingyu knew that he had endured for three days to the limit, and he was about to drop his pen and give up school, but his mother Chu Xiaoting asked Aunt Chu Chaoyun to send a letter, in which he changed his mother's gentle and tolerant tone, and his attitude was tough between the lines, asking the little marquis to Feng Xingyu to respect his teacher and concentrate on learning. In particular, you must not be disobedient, lazy, and lazy, and treat your husband and your homework with sincerity.

The little marquis is well-behaved on the outside, but in fact, he is still full of the arrogance of the children of the powerful at the root, and he can abandon anyone's words, but he never dares to disobey the orders of his parents, and even dare not have the slightest discrepancy between yang and yin when he is executed.

Song Mengni's way of educating people after tearing up Confucian classics and letting students swallow them alive, if Lou Qianhe was present, no matter whether the old gentleman was the master of Tianyuan Academy, the holy land of Confucianism and Taoism, Lou Qianhe, a Qingliu writer, would dare to point at his nose and scold the misleading children.

However, it was Song Mengni's seemingly unfeasible way of teaching that made Feng Xingyu memorize the studies that ordinary students spent ten years to complete within a month.

Although it is very hard to keep copying and reading dictionaries in the school every day, after Feng Xingyu gets used to it, he only feels that he has benefited a lot, and he can't remember a classic book a day or two days before, but now he has a deep mind after reading it two or three times, and it can be said that the progress is flying. Feng Xingyu is having fun, and occasionally completes the memorization tasks assigned by Mr., and also reads some prose poems, Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures, etc., especially those Sanskrit that are unclear and twisted, which is the most difficult, but it is just used to sharpen his mind, only memorized a Sanskrit, Feng Xingyu felt that he had touched the threshold of "never forget".

(End of chapter)

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