I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

"Right now, there is an errand for you."

Mr. Wuyun, projected by Zhang Dongyun, said calmly.

Xu Xingzhi bowed and said, "Sir, please speak."

"Teaching." Mr. Wu Yun smiled slightly.

Xu Xingzhi was surprised again.

For him, a former teacher of the White Horse Academy, teaching and lectures is really nothing better.

There was even a sense of expectation in his heart at this time.

In this city of Chang'an, are there good seedlings who participate in the study of Confucian classics?

However, being beaten by Mr. Wu Yun just now, Xu Xingzhi is inevitably anxious at this moment, feeling that it should be Mr. Wu Yun's test of him now, there will be no such cheap good thing.

While guessing in his mind, he replied: "Everything is in accordance with Mr.'s arrangements."

Mr. Wu Yun nodded slightly: "After you settle down in your residence, go to the college in Beicheng, find someone with the surname He, and just listen to his arrangements."

"Yes, sir." Xu Xingzhi said solemnly.

This mysterious city located deep in the mountains also has a college?

Regardless of the scale, the rulers of Chang'an City can have this heart, which proves that they are really not small.

Xu Xingzhi felt that he had come to the right place.

He obeyed the arrangement, followed the people to the place where he lived, arranged the shape, and then went out to the northern neighborhood of Chang'an City.

Xu Xingzhi is a practitioner of the sixth level of Confucianism. He doesn't need to ask people in the city to know the specific location of the academy.

Looking from a distance, Xu Xingzhi saw an illusory literary atmosphere, rushing into the sky.

Going closer, you can hear the faint sound of a langlang book.

Xu Xingzhi smiled slightly and walked there.

However, as he got closer, Xu Xingzhi frowned secretly.

When he reached the gate of the academy, he stopped and did not go in immediately.

The plaque on the door contains the four characters "Chang'an Academy".

It has the same name as this Chang'an city, which shows the extraordinaryness of this place.

But when Xu Xingzhi observed carefully, he could not feel that there were any Confucian practitioners in it.

The lingering sound of books and the literary spirit are brought by ordinary scholars.

Are there no Confucian practitioners here?

Or is it that there are geniuses but lack of someone to teach them?

Or, there are Confucian masters, but he didn't notice... Xu Xingzhi was full of doubts.

After clearing his mind, he knocked on the courtyard door.

Soon, a concierge opened the door and looked up and down Xu Xing one eye: "This gentleman is..."

Xu Xingzhi took a deep breath: "Xu Xingzhi of Baima Academy, on the order of Mr. Wuyun, come here to teach and find a Mr. He."

The concierge asked him to come in: "It turned out to be Mr. Wu Yun's arrangement. Mr. Xu invited him in. Mr. He is now in class. You might as well wait a moment."

"Can I go to class and listen?" Xu Xingzhi asked.

"Naturally, Mr. He ordered, as long as it doesn't disturb other people who are attending the class, anyone can go there at any time."

After hearing the answer from the other party, Xu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows slightly.

He calmed down, went to class with the other party, and stood quietly outside the door.

In the class, a young man in white is giving a lecture.

A large group of students were suppressed below.

Xu Xingzhi was outside the door and felt something was wrong without hearing a few words.

He observed carefully and confirmed again and again, only then was he sure that he had made no mistake.

A large group of people in this class did not have Confucian cultivation, or even a little talent or culture.

The talents that the academy rushed into the sky were just that they studied together, published because of articles, and gathered together.

The origins of this group of students are even more diverse.

There was a farmer whose cheeks were flushed by the sun, and there was already dried mud on the cuffs of his trousers.

There are old people with gray hair and cloudy eyes.

There is a commoner Jingchai, a slightly cramped woman.

And so on.

There are children of school age, but even half of the class is not enough.

The content of the lecture by the white-clothed youth was also extremely simple.

It is not so much an article as it is convenient for illiterate literacy.

However, those who teach are attentive, and those who listen are equally serious.

Xu Xingzhi watched quietly and gradually saw the doorway.

The young man in white is a Confucian practitioner, and his level is not low.

Most of the people who attend the class don't say a basket of words, don't even know half of the basket.

But the splendid mouth of Confucianism was used by young people in white clothes in lectures, which had an almost empowering effect on the students in the classroom.

So the class progress and effect are very gratifying.

Xu Xingzhi looked on in secret, thoughtful.

I don't know how long it took, the class was declared over, and the people in the room left in twos and threes.

They go back to their respective homes and have to work on their own affairs.

But everything in the class is slowly changing their lives.

There were still a few people in the house.

Xu Xingzhi noticed them very early.

Those are a few scholars.

However, he failed to embark on the path of Confucianism.

Moreover, according to Xu Xingzhi's observation, they should not have the potential to embark on a spiritual path in the future.

These scholars were unable to survive the famine in Longbei County in the past, so they fled with the victims and finally came to Chang'an City.

After entering the city, they resumed their old professions and enrolled students to teach.

After Zhang Dongyun asked Shen Herong to open Chang'an Academy, these people were absorbed.

They also listened to Shen Herong in class, and then taught all this to others.

Chang'an Academy is not the only city in the city, but the Academy is the center, forming a network towards the periphery.

In addition, Mr. Wu Yun continued to issue government decrees and preferential treatment of scholars, which made the atmosphere of studying in Chang'an City more and more concentrated.

After the few private school gentlemen left, Xu Xingzhi paced slowly inside.

"Mr. He, Xu Xingzhi is here by order."

Shen Herong, who turned into a white-clothed youth, nodded:

"The preparations for the Chengnan Branch are about to be completed. You are a practitioner of the sixth realm, and you happened to be here to preside over."

Of course it’s good to be a self-contained family, but Xu Xingzhi is not busy and happy: "Is there any standard for the enrollment ceremony?"

"There is no standard. Men, women and children can go to school." Shen Herong replied: "There are regulations in the city that everyone must go to school."

It's really for the common people... Xu Xingzhi slowly let out a sigh: "Actually... there are many ways to verify whether a person has talent and potential."

"It doesn't matter whether there is a talent or not."

Shen Herong's opponent: "The important thing is that everyone can read and read."

"Why did Mr. Wu Yun have such a strange order..." Xu Xingzhi whispered.

Shen Herong looked at him for a while, then smiled suddenly: "This is the order of the Chang'an City Lord."

Xu Xingyi was taken aback, and after a long while he saluted the young man in white in front of him:

"Students must do their best and dare not be negligent, Mr. Xie He pointed out."

Shen Herong looked at each other up and down, picked up a pen and dipped the ink, and wrote on the paper.

After writing, she handed Xu Xingzhi: "This word is for you."

Xu Xingzhi took a look, and was immediately shocked again.

The content on the paper is:

"word"

Shen Herong was really unambiguous, saying that he was given a "character", and the lunch was really a "character".

Xu Xingzhi was a little bit ridiculous at the beginning.

But when he looked carefully at the ink marks on the paper, his eyes gradually became dull, and his spirit was deeply absorbed.

Shen Herong put down his pen, sat behind the table, and read by himself.

The sky light outside gradually faded into the night.

The lights in the house lighted up, and Xu Xingzhi suddenly woke up.

"Sir, this word..." His eyes still couldn't leave the paper.

Shen Herong also did not leave the book he was reading:

"Words are the foundation of culture, articles, and civilization. The more books I read in recent years, the more I feel that each word itself has infinite mysteries and magic."

"Mr. Xie."

Xu Xingzhi thanked him a little bit desperately for leaving.

He was still staring at the paper, and he stumbled while walking, so that when he went out, the scarf on his head was bumped.

Shen Herong, who didn't care much at first, frowned slightly, and his gaze unconsciously glanced at the other side's back.

She subconsciously wanted to put the hat on for the other party.

But suddenly realized something, and finally did not stand up, just a little uncomfortable movement of the body.

She wanted to open her mouth to remind the other person, but in the end she shut up and sighed back in her stomach.

"It's hard for you to endure so hard."

Zhang Dongyun's figure was sitting in the chair opposite Shen Herong without warning.