On the eve of the 68th Chinese New Year's Eve of the Dahua Dynasty, the majestic city of Yanjing, the capital city of Dahua, is destined to be sleepless, and the banks on both sides of the Yongding River are full of laughter, the solicitation of women in Qinglou, the shouting of merchants, etc., adding a bit of excitement to this night. At this time, there were bursts of scolding and the sound of items breaking in a mansion not far away, this was a middle-aged man, his face was covered with clouds, and he was particularly hideous in the night, and there were several people in black clothes kneeling on one knee on the ground not far from him, as well as several corpses. "Hehe, my dear brother, what are you trying to hide?" the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth arced slightly. At the same time, in Taixue, several old people gathered in a secret attic, the dim light made it impossible to see the expression on the face, only to see the oldest of them take out four chess pieces and throw them on the table, the candlelight suddenly lit up, only to see the old man suddenly spew out a mouthful of blood mist, revealing a frightened look, several old men next to him were shocked when they saw this, but quickly stopped their mouths, and they saw the fear in each other's eyes between eye contacts. But worthy of being experienced people, it didn't take long for their faces to return to normal, and then they only heard the blood-spurting old man muttering, "The moon rises, the stars are gone, the country is about to die, the scriptures are no longer there, where is the glimmer of life in the world?"

There is a big mountain thousands of miles away from Yanjing, this is a big mountain that is surrounded by clouds and mist all the year round, from time to time there is a loud reading sound and a few unknown birds that startled up, and the murmuring mountain spring slowly flows down from the heights, adding a bit of seclusion to this mountain. In the middle of the mountain, there is a small courtyard, the courtyard is simply fenced around it, surrounded by green grass, the steps are dotted with moss, there is a house in the yard, there is a square plaque full of traces of time above the house, there are only two words on the plaque - virtuous. Not far behind the book house is a cliff, the cliff is bottomless, covered by clouds and mist all the year round, from below from time to time there are bursts of calls, each call, there are regular bursts of air waves, the clouds and mist also roll upward, but the magic is that when you go up again, the clouds and mist will disappear, and there is no impact on the yard.

At this time, the sound of reading sounded neatly from the room, and the aftermath continued three times around the beam. There is an old man in the school, the old man wears a high crown, holds a scripture book, his long white beard shakes regularly with the sound of reading, his eyes are slightly cloudy, and the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, which is no different from the usual teacher.

There were only a dozen or so schoolchildren in the school, and among them, there was a boy with bright big eyes, and a few different flushes appeared on his delicate face of twelve or thirteen years old, and he was sometimes smiling and sometimes frowning.

"Ahem, be quiet," the old gentleman finished speaking, and the school suddenly fell silent.

"Menghan, tell me why I want to open a academy?" I saw the little fat man next to the boy knocking him down with his elbow, "Hey, don't be in a daze Menghan, Mr. called you." The boy jumped up from his seat in shock, causing the audience to laugh from below. Meng Han secretly saw Mr.'s intriguing eyes with big eyes, and immediately lowered his head and whispered, "Sir, Meng Han is wrong," "What are you wrong?", "I shouldn't be distracted in class", "Well, you can only change if you know your mistakes, Shanyan, tell me why you opened the academy?"

Meng Han immediately straightened out his thoughts, and replied loudly, "The academy is a place for disciples to teach and study under my Dahua Dynasty, regardless of school, high and low, in order to cultivate and promote righteous scholars, serve the people, and share worries for the Son of Heaven." The College has a book house to select and send talents for the College. There are eight academies in my dynasty, namely Shigu Academy, Bailudong Academy, Hunan Yuelu Academy, Yingtian Academy, Songyang Academy, Maoshan Academy, Longmen Academy, and Culai Academy.

"Well, yes, the students of the academy can be said to be the protégés of the Son of Heaven, so you all have to work hard and strive to become one of them, but don't forget our ultimate goal - to promote righteousness, Menghan, you stay, and the others will disperse," Mr. sighed.

"Yes, sir," the students replied in unison.

"Sir" Meng Han stood respectfully beside the old man, "You come with me" After the old man finished speaking, he slowly turned around and walked towards the back of the bookstore, and Meng Han hurriedly followed closely. After a while, they came to the edge of the cliff behind them. Meng Han suddenly had a thrill, his little heart beat violently, although this was not the first time he had been here, he still remembered the first time he stood in this place a year ago, listening to the bursts of cries coming from below, his calves trembled uncontrollably, trying not to let himself fall, his face suddenly turned red, the pressure on his body became more and more intense, and it didn't take long for him to faint. From that time on, every day after school, my husband would bring him here.

Today is as usual, after a stick of incense, the pressure on his body is about to reach the limit, but he doesn't want to give up. I have to hold back, how can such a little pain knock me down, his heart is tangled, but Menghan's delicate face is full of perseverance. "It's still holdable," Meng Han replied with trembling legs, and when the old man saw him like this, his face was indifferent, just looking farther through the clouds. After about a stick of incense, Meng Han was already sweating profusely, and his originally trembling legs were even more shaky, but he was still insisting and was reluctant to ask for help, because he knew Mr. 's character, and it was useless for you to open your mouth. Mr. turned around, looked at Meng Han's smiling face that was flushed, and showed a relieved smile, from the time when he slowly persevered to a stick of incense, Mr. also understood what kind of effort Meng Han had made, and at the same time, he was more determined in his decision.

"Do you know why the old man brought you here?"

"The student doesn't know" Menghan was very confused, and he didn't know what medicine was sold in the gourd, so he could only answer honestly. "You look at it", after speaking, I saw a gold pen suddenly appear in Mr. 's hand, the gold pen kept waving in the air, to Menghan's surprise was that with Mr. moving the pen, there was a deep handwriting left in the air, a big "receiving", and then Menghan felt the pressure around him light, and instantly sat down on the ground.

"Do you want to know why?" Mr. looked at Meng Han, who had big curious eyes. Meng Han took a deep breath and stood up from the ground, but he didn't answer, just walked quickly behind Mr. and made a deaf look. The gentleman nodded with satisfaction with his understanding, and looked at him appreciatively.