The old man's scolding voice came down from the sky, as deafening as a bell.
The students wake up and think about what they have done in the past few days. It is indeed ridiculous and they have lost their status as scholars. The dignified Confucian disciples do not read the classics and history, and do not familiarize themselves with the collection of works.
Instead of following the holy path, he went to work as a flatterer in the mountains. It is really a piece of rotten wood that cannot be carved out of wood.
Many students who came to their senses were so ashamed that they hid their faces and walked away.
Even Feng Qingyan and Zhou Chang felt that they had gone too far these days, and as scholars they really shouldn't.
"Brother Zhou, do you know who he is?" Feng Qingyan was quite curious. The scolding sound was like rolling thunder, making his ears numb.
Zhou Chang shook his head, hesitated and said, "It might be the academy's teaching."
"Brother Zhou, what did the teacher say just now that the mountain temple we built is a ritual for obscenity?" Feng Qingyan frowned and said.
"If there is no canonization of princes, four religions or human kings, it is indeed the case. It is a mistake of Chang." Zhou Chang smiled bitterly, but after thinking about it, he added, "However, the buried mountain god should be a mountain god with a divine status, and the canonization will be sooner or later.
It shouldn’t be regarded as an obscene sacrifice. Besides, some gods don’t even bother with canonization in the human world, but some princes rush to canonize others.”
"Hey, which gods?"
Feng Qingyan was a little curious. It seemed that these gods were not weak.
Instead, Zhou Chang looked at Feng Qingyan in surprise and said, "Brother Feng, these are not secrets. You don't know? Although the North is a little more desolate, it is also the subject of the Zhou Dynasty. How can you not know it?"
"I have lived in the mountains for a long time and have little contact with people, so I know very little about everything in the world." Feng Qingyan said with a smile.
"So that's the case. No wonder Brother Feng is so refined and refined. It turns out he is cultivating his Qi in the mountains."
Zhou Chang suddenly realized that no wonder the Buried Mountain God would favor the elder brother, but it might be related to his long-term residence in the mountain. He continued: "For example, the Dongjun of Dongshan, the Yunzhongjun of Yunmengze, and the goddess of Wushan all disdain to be canonized in the human world.
God. Legend has it that the Wushan goddess’s beauty is so beautiful that countless princes want to see her beauty but cannot, which is a lifelong regret."
Feng Qingyan didn't ask any more questions to avoid appearing ignorant.
"Let's go." Zhou Chang said to Feng Qingyan, "By the way, in a few days, the academy will open its doors to accept apprentices. Which subject does Brother Feng want to take the exam for?"
"I haven't thought about it yet." Feng Qingyan shook his head and asked, "Where is Brother Zhou?"
"Ha, that's right."
Zhou Chang, on the other hand, was extremely relaxed and did not take the academy exams seriously at all.
On the way back, Feng Qingyan kept frowning, worried about the academy's entrance exam. If he failed, wouldn't he be laughed to death by the students if he failed?
Especially Liu Ling and others.
The entrance examination for the academy not only tests a subset of classics and history, but also tests on piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and six arts. As long as one is A, you can pass and enter the academy.
However, it is not that easy to pass.
Feng Qingyan couldn't help but sigh.
Although the academy took eighteen martial arts exams, I was not proficient in any of them...
He couldn't help but look at his hands and tried to recall his past life. What did he know? Could it be that he really couldn't enter the academy?
Or have to wait a year or two?
Dinner is like chewing wax.
He shook his head and continued to read under the lamp. It was useless to be discouraged.
When he was at home, Jiu Ge showed up uninvited and looked quite angry. Feng Qingyan was surprised and asked: "Jiu Ge, what are you unhappy about?"
Jiuge couldn't express himself, and after a while he signaled Feng Qingyan to come out.
When Feng Qingyan came out of the wooden house, Jiu Ge took Feng Qingyan to the valley and saw that the mountain temple built by Helianshan and others had been destroyed. Although Jiu Ge listened to Feng Qingyan's words, he did not enter Helian.
The mountain temple built by Lianshan does not mean that Jiuge doesn't like it.
This is why Jiuge is angry.
Feng Qingyan frowned and asked: "Who destroyed it? Helian Mountain?"
Nine songs deny.
Feng Qingyan thought for a moment and then asked: "Is it the teacher who scolded the students in the afternoon?"
Jiuge moved a little, indicating that it was him.
"Jiu Ge, please give in for now. I'll wait until I know who it is before I make any plans."
Feng Qingyan pondered for a while and said that although this made Jiu Ge feel a little aggrieved, Confucianism was so powerful that he had to give in temporarily.
Fortunately, Mr. An is not disgusted with Jiu Ge...
Although Mr. An is the owner of Zhanshan Academy, Zhanshan Academy is not privately owned by Mr. An.
An academy, in addition to the president, also has teachers such as teachers, teachers and edicts.
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Daybreak.
Feng Qingyan continued to study with Mr. An in the morning class.
When I returned to the wooden house at noon, I found many students gathered in front of the wooden house.
"Brother Feng is back." When a student saw Feng Qingyan's carriage, he couldn't help shouting excitedly, which immediately attracted the attention of many students.
"Brother Feng."
"Brother Feng."
All the students came forward to salute one after another.
Feng Qingyan returned the courtesy one by one, and Zhou Chang stepped forward with a smile and said, "Brother Feng, you are back."
"Brother Zhou, what is this?" Feng Qingyan was quite puzzled.
"Did Brother Feng forget?" Zhou Chang was surprised and said, "We agreed yesterday that at noon today, Helianshan and I will send a snowflake announcement."
Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment.
Because he had been worried about the entrance examination, he really forgot about it.
"Come here, deliver the Ten-Sword Snowflake to Brother Feng's house."
At this time, Zhou Chang shouted to his servants, and he saw several servants taking out ten exquisite sandalwood boxes about four feet wide and several inches high from the carriage specially used to pull goods.
"Please also ask Brother Feng to accept it."
Zhou Chang said with a smile that it was actually a bit painful.
"Brother Zhou, one box is one knife?" Feng Qingyan asked hesitantly, "Besides, Brother Zhou and I still need to check and accept it, aren't we overhearing it?"
"Yes, one box is one knife." Zhou Chang said.
"Brother Zhou, didn't we agree on five swords yesterday? The other five swords will be shared by all the students?" Feng Qingyan frowned and said.
"Yes, but we will share it in Brother Feng's house." Zhou Chang said with a smile.
"Greetings to Mr. Feng Lang. We are ordered by Gongzishan to present ten swords and snowflakes to Mr. Feng Lang as promised. We also ask Mr. Feng Lang to accept it." A middle-aged man walked up to Feng Qingyan and said respectfully, and then ordered ten people.
The servants lined up in a row holding a sandalwood box each, and opened the wooden boxes one by one.
When the wooden box is opened, bursts of cold fragrance immediately escape from the box, and it seems that you can also feel the wisps of refreshing cool air.
There seemed to be bursts of snowflakes floating out of the wooden box.
Inside the box, the snowflakes are as light as cicada wings and as white as snow, which makes people feel clear and ethereal...
Paintings made with Xue Hua Xuan's inscriptions have clear ink rhyme, distinct layers, strong character, and graceful momentum. They are thick but not muddy, light but not gray. The words and paintings appear vividly on the paper, with high spirits and bright eyes.
It is neither infested nor rotten, and the ink has ever-changing charm. It is the best among paper.
Feng Qingyan nodded to the middle-aged man without looking at them one by one. Then the middle-aged man ordered his servant to take him into the wooden house, and then hurriedly left with the servant.
At this time, many students looked at Feng Qingyan eagerly, and Feng Qingyan laughed and told everyone to separate.
After the students left happily, Feng Qingyan asked Zhou Chang: "Brother Zhou, I want to sell Xuehua Xuan, do you know anyone who needs it?"
"Yes, standing right in front of you." Zhou Chang said.
"Well……"
Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment and said: "Brother Zhou... do you really need it? If you really need it, I can give you two knives."
"Of course it is necessary. Xuehua Xuannai is one of the four treasures of the study that is rare to find. Who would think it is too little?" Zhou Chang joked, but his smile was a little unnatural, "There is no need to give it away, I use it to collect..."
This statement made sense, but it made Feng Qingyan feel strange. He had taken Zhou Chang's Xuehua Xuan for nothing, and now he had resold it to Zhou Chang.