On the shore of Lingshui in front of the thatched cottage.
Several young people who came with the building boat looked around through the snow, with unconcealed disappointment in their eyes, and some regrets in their hearts. As one of the eighty-one academies of Confucianism, Burial Mountain Academy, compared with other academies,
The gap is really too big.
How does this compete with other colleges?
However, it is not that easy to get into the top ten academies in the top two, especially the top ten academies in the top three, where the competition is too fierce.
However, there are thousands of academies in the world, but there are only eighty-one academies registered with Confucianism.
Therefore, even if it is the worst registered academy in Confucianism, it is still the top academy in the world, and countless students are unable to get into it.
The young men were silent for a while.
"We are here for the top ten disciples of the academy, why should we care about others?"
An older boy looked at everyone and smiled and said, "If it were one of the top ten academies, and the geniuses are like crucian carp crossing the river, there would be no chance for us to compete. Although the Burial Mountain Academy is newly built, it doesn't matter what you want, and there is not even a great scholar in charge.
, but it is our opportunity..."
When the young men heard this, they immediately woke up.
"yes."
A young man slapped his thigh and said, feeling a little excited in his heart, "If you become one of the top ten disciples of the academy, haha..."
"just you?"
A girl glanced at the young man and didn't believe it at all.
Even if it is a newly built academy, it is still not easy to become a top ten disciple. They can think of coming to the newly built academy to compete for the top ten disciples, and other students can also think of it.
I'm afraid that many people have already started planning before the academy is decided.
Being among the top ten disciples of the academy is not just an honor...
"What's wrong, I can't?"
The young man snorted coldly and said, "I will decide on these ten disciples."
"Haha, it's just an idiot's dream." The girl said with some ridicule, "Even I may not be able to win the position of the top ten disciples, let alone you?"
"We'll see."
The young man became angry and walked away.
"alright."
At this time, the sixteen-year-old boy surrounded by them said in a deep voice, looked at the girl with a lesson in mind and said: "Zhu Yan, please stop saying a few words." Then he looked at the leaving boy and shouted, "Liu Ling, come back.
, you get irritated after just one or two words, and all these years of reading have been in vain?”
The young man had no choice but to stop.
"Actually, if the top ten disciples can win the best, it doesn't matter if they don't win."
The oldest boy took one look at it and changed the subject. Seeing everyone looking at him, he added: "Actually, our fathers sent us to the academy. The most important thing is to become the disciples of Master An..."
"I heard that Master An is the first person among the great Confucians." A boy of thirteen or fourteen asked curiously, "Is this true?"
"of course it's true."
The oldest boy answered, and then whispered: "I also heard people say that within ten years, Master An will become a great Confucian and even a great sage. Otherwise, how can he dominate the other Confucian scholars and take charge of the last one on the list?"
Academy?"
"The posture of a great sage?"
The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy said in surprise: "Qi Ming, who did you listen to?"
The oldest boy glanced at the sixteen-year-old boy and smiled and stopped talking.
"Becoming an entry-level disciple of Master An is probably more difficult than becoming one of the top ten disciples..." The sixteen-year-old boy looked at the crowd and shook his head. Even he did not have full confidence. "Even as a registered disciple, it is not easy.
.”
…
In the mountains, the mountain soul takes Feng Qingyan through the forest.
Thanks to its hard work, it even picked an ancient Ganoderma lucidum, which made Feng Qingyan happy for a while.
This Ganoderma lucidum alone would make a trip to the mountains worth it.
In the herb collection room, it was getting dark.
Feng Qingyan ate some dry food, closed his eyes and carefully recalled what he had learned over the past few days, and then reviewed the words one by one on the snow...
Continue collecting herbs during the day.
In the blink of an eye, another day passed.
When he came out of Burial Mountain carrying a bamboo basket full of herbs, four days had passed.
However, when he saw the academy that was suddenly being built in full swing, he couldn't help but be surprised. In just four days, the surroundings of the thatched cottage had already changed drastically.
After looking at it, he returned to the wooden house and found that it was almost classified as an academy.
Feng Qingyan rested for a while, then headed to Bo City carrying the herbs on his back. He met several carriages on the road.
When passing Lingshui Bridge, one of the carriages stopped beside him. A young man with handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament opened the curtain and looked at Feng Qingyan, who was still refined despite carrying a bamboo basket of herbs on his back, and smiled.
Said: "Brother, are you going to Ba City?"
"Exactly."
Feng Qingyan turned around and observed the other person.
"I'm also going to Bo City, shall we?" The young man with extraordinary temperament invited with a smile.
Lingshui Bridge was still more than ten miles away from Bo City. Feng Qingyan thought about it without being pretentious, and got on the carriage with a slight salute.
Besides, he also wanted to meet some people and make some friends.
As for the medicine basket, it was taken over by the driver driving the carriage.
The decoration inside the carriage is simple and unpretentious. There is a low table on the left side with a volume of books on it. Behind the young man sitting cross-legged, there are also several volumes of bamboo slips and a dozen old books stacked neatly...
"I'm in Changzhou next week, and I haven't asked my brother Gao for his name yet." The young man smiled and saluted with his hands in hand.
"Feng Qingyan, I have met Brother Zhou."
Feng Qingyan sat down cross-legged and leaned forward to return the greeting.
"Brother Feng's accent sounds like he's from Bocheng?" Zhou Chang was slightly surprised.
"He's half a native of Ba City." Feng Qingyan said, and then asked curiously, "Brother Zhou came here for the academy? I saw that during this period, there were many foreign students, all of whom seemed to be coming for the academy. Why?
?”
"Exactly."
Zhou Chang nodded. After knowing that Feng Qingyan was from the North, he explained: "The one under construction is one of the eighty-one Confucian academies. It has a lofty status in the hearts of scholars all over the world. Naturally, countless scholars will come from thousands of miles away.
.”
Confucianism?
Eighty-one Academy?
Feng Qingyan was a little curious, but he didn't ask rashly.
Arriving at Bo City soon, Feng Qingyan bowed to Zhou Chang, turned around, and walked to the medicine hall carrying the medicine basket on his back.
In front of the carriage, Zhou Chang watched Feng Qingyan's figure disappear before turning around. He walked back to the carriage and sat down, sighing: "I didn't expect that in this small city of Bo, I would meet such an unworldly person..."
Although Feng Qingyan spent several days collecting herbs at Burial Mountain, his white clothes were still spotless.
The temperament is still outstanding.
This time he collected medicines and sold them for nearly ten taels of silver. Among them, the Ganoderma lucidum was sold for more than seven taels of silver. If he just lived a simple life, it would be enough for him for three to five months, but if he wanted to pursue the holy way, he would naturally need the Four Treasures of the Study...
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Even if you use it sparingly, it won't last long.
On the way back, he thought about the money problem, but couldn't find any solution for the time being.
Unknowingly, I returned to Lingshui Bridge and saw hundreds of craftsmen from a distance, scattered on the grassy slopes, ridgetops, mountain streams, valley bottoms and other places around the thatched cottage, either chopping mountains to get stones, or cutting down trees to build bridges.
Either dig the ground to form a lake, or fill in the pit to build a building...
A craftsman measured the level ground with a water suspension, hung a rope to straighten the pillar, and observed the shadow of the sun to straighten the four directions.
There are also craftsmen who record the sunrise shadow, midday shadow and sunset shadow during the day. At night, they mark the position of the pole star and the main scene towards the sunset.
The academy covers an area of several miles and has nine meridian and nine latitude roads.
In the front is the gate tower square, in the middle are the various scripture schools, on the left is the temple of the saints, on the right is the venue for the king's art, and at the back are the teachers and students' houses, and there are countless pavilions and pavilions in between.
This opened Feng Qingyan's eyes and secretly amazed him.