In the evening, every house in the town lights up lights, and smoke rises from the chimneys.
Gu Lingyu led the donkey and looked at the houses on both sides with a smile on her face. The smoke and smoke here was much richer than that of the Imperial College in Baidi City. It was here that Mr. Qin opened a bookstore? Although
It is said that Mr. Qin did not open a school on the snowy Tianchi to accept disciples, but he taught an excellent disciple, the young master named Lin Zhao.
In the snow-covered Tianchi and the forest in white, no one in the world knows you.
Gu Lingyu also wanted to meet this junior uncle. When he was in Baidi City, he met his fellow junior brother Liu Xingshu and told him that he had such a great time drinking that evening that Liu Xingshu almost praised this junior uncle to the sky.
, it is said that he is the kind of scholar who is born with knowledge. Although Gu Lingyu is not considered a Confucian sage, he is actually only one step away from the Thirteenth Realm Saint of Confucianism, so he wants to meet this young uncle who has never been masked.
.
"This way!"
Ahead, Tang Guangjun, the slovenly man who was leading the way, pointed to the right side. It was an academy with an excellent location in the town. The academy covered a large area, but there was no one inside. Only a few urchins were playing. Obviously, this academy was
Empty.
"So big?"
Gu Lingyu was surprised.
"Not at all." Tang Guangjun grinned and said: "I heard from the mountain master that Mr. Qin's bookstore was not very big before, it was just a bigger place. When the school was rebuilt, it occupied Dr. Zhang next door.
There is also the house of Carpenter Lu’s family, plus the fields behind it, so it has such a large scale.”
"That's it..."
Gu Lingyu smiled slightly and said nothing more.
At night, the intersection in front of the stone bridge in the small town is very lively. There are second-level warriors who are doing business to make money. They have golden guns to lock throats, chests to break big rocks, etc. The snowy cavalry patrolling the town does not chase them away, and even rides on them.
The war horses watched from a distance, applauding and applauding the highlights. Not far away, there was a stall selling candied haws and snacks. The vendors had wrinkles on their faces, smiles on their faces, and spoke with accents from the north of the Great Shang Dynasty.
Gu Lingyu led the donkey and watched as he walked, with a smile on his face.
Further forward, a flaming red lantern hangs high, and a lean man with a mustache is telling a story. He is talking about the battle in Tianchi in the snowy area. He is talking about the super powerful two swords of the Bingsheng who defeated the demon ancestor and the demon emperor.
The story was told vividly, and the children in the small town danced with joy when telling the wonderful parts, making a group of small town children laugh and applaud.
Gu Lingyu's smile became stronger and stronger. When he looked at the group of children, their eyes were wide open, and their emotions completely followed the storyteller. When it came to the Confucian sage Qin Suihan holding his sword against the sea of the heavens,
A group of children became even more nervous and opened their eyes wide one by one. One of the little girls asked: "Mr. Storyteller, are scholars really so powerful? Can scholars also use swords? Could it be... that only those sword cultivators can use swords?"
Can it be used to perfection?"
The lean man sneered: "Little girl, you know nothing. If you let your uncle eat one of the candied haws in your hand, I will tell you why scholars can also use swords."
"oh……"
The little girl was not stingy either. She held a candied haws with her thumb and forefinger and pulled it off the bamboo stick. She trotted forward and gave it to the lean man's mouth, saying, "Can we talk now?"
"Um!"
The lean man was beaming with joy. He put one leg on the bench and said with a smile: "Students are very powerful. What do scholars seek? It is self-denial and restoration of propriety. It is the state of mind of cultivation. Scholars all over the world want to be gentlemen and sages, but
This has been the principle since ancient times that a gentleman should carry a sword. Therefore, if a scholar can really read the book well, then his swordsmanship will definitely not be bad."
"Ah?! Is that so?"
The little girl opened her eyes wide, and so did the other children.
"look!"
The lean man pointed lightly at Gu Lingyu and a group of others, and said with a smile: "There are a few scholars from other places there. Each of them has a sword in their book box. If you see it, they are scholars.
How can a gentleman behave without wearing a sword?!"
Immediately, a group of children looked over.
Gu Lingyu smiled and shook his head, then bowed to the children.
The vegetation is lush!
Gu Lingyu didn't say it, but he was very happy in his heart. The snowy Tianchi that his junior uncle presided over, and the town under his rule, were indeed completely different from the places under the rule of the Great Shang Dynasty.
…
Mountain top garden.
Tang Guangjun took the first step and informed Lin Zhao about a group of scholars going up the mountain. One of the scholars was even the Grand Priest of the Imperial Academy of the Great Shang Dynasty, which was an incredible position. Tang Guangjun even touched his nose and vowed: "Master of the mountain,
This group of scholars has thoroughly read poetry and books, but they are here for Mr. Qin, the Confucian sage. If you can keep them, the seeds of reading in our snowy Tianchi will be able to spread.
Just like Mr. Qin back then, he left some cultural destiny for the northern part of the human race, and his contribution will last forever!"
Lin Zhaoshen thought so. Tang Guangjun had become much more sensible recently, and he was much more thoughtful when thinking about problems.
So, Lin Zhao took a torch and rushed to the mountain road to meet Gu Lingyu and others.
"etc!"
Tang Guangjun hurriedly grabbed the torch and said: "How can I bother the mountain master with such a trivial matter? Let me, Tang Guangjun, do it."
Lin Zhao didn't care, and went down the mountain with Tang Guangjun to greet him. On the mountain road, he saw a group of scholars leading donkeys up the mountain. It was just that those donkeys had a hard time. Not only did they have to carry heavy book boxes, but they also had to climb the mountain.
"..."
Gu Lingyu looked up and saw the young sword repairer coming down the mountain. Tang Guangjun on the side was holding a torch with a very respectful expression. Could it be that he was Qin Suihan's disciple, his junior uncle, the legendary snowy Tianchi Lin Baiyi
?So young!
"Lin Zhao, Tianchi in the Snowy Land, has seen the Grand Prix of the Imperial Academy."
Lin Zhao clasped his fists respectfully.
Gu Lingyu immediately returned the greeting and said: "Confucian Academy, Gu Lingyu... may I ask, are you Lin Zhao, the master of the mountain? A disciple of Qin Suihan?"
"yes."
Lin Zhao did not deny it and said, "Does Mr. Qin recognize me?"
Immediately, Gu Lingyu's nose became sour and he said: "Gu Lingyu is the master of Mr. Zihuai. My husband is Wen Liang and the senior brother of two senior uncles Gu Zixi and my husband is the nephew of Mr. Qin. In terms of seniority, the mountain master is
Lingyu’s little uncle..."
"ah?"
Lin Zhao was a little confused. The other party was a scholar of the Twelve Realms, and a sage and gentleman from the Confucian Academy. What qualifications did he, a mere Jindan sword cultivator, have to be his master's uncle?
Gu Lingyu saluted again, lowered his waist very low, and said softly: "Gu Lingyu, I have met my junior uncle!"
"..."
Lin Zhao was a little at a loss. After a few seconds, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "You are so kind, Gu Zixi's nephew?"
"Um!"
Gu Lingyu nodded heavily and said, "Have you ever met our junior uncles Wen Liang and Gu Zixi?"
"Well, a hundred years ago, we had hot pot and drank wine together."
Lin Zhao frowned: "It's just a pity that both of them died heroically."
Gu Lingyu said: "It is common for scholars to die as martyrs."
With that said, he turned to look at a group of disciples and said, "Why don't you come over quickly to pay homage to my little uncle?"
A group of young disciples hurriedly stepped forward, but for a moment they didn't know what to call them.
Lin Zhao chuckled: "You're welcome, just call me Mountain Lord. Everyone here in the mountain top garden calls me that."
After saying that, Lin Zhao said: "Let's go to Tiantianju to have a rest. You haven't eaten anything, right? I'll ask Dongzang to prepare a table of meals."
"Thank you, little uncle!"
Gu Zixi's attitude was extremely respectful. The young swordsman in front of him was of the same generation as Mr.! This seniority was really too high!
…
after dinner.
Lin Zhao and Gu Lingyu were sitting together by the lotus pond admiring the moon. In the pavilion in the distance, it was Su Qingjiu who was refining the flying sword. Gu Lingyu did not dare to disturb him and did not even look at it. Although the woman was extremely beautiful,
Scholars should not look at anything inappropriate, and besides, he was a Twelve-level Sword Immortal, and Lin Zhao also saw all this, and there was nothing wrong with the conduct of this nephew.
"Ling Yu."
Lin Zhao looked at the ripples of the fish in the lotus pond and said: "You quit the Grand Ceremony and studied all over the world. Have you ever thought about settling down, for example, finding a place to open a school to teach, and open a branch of your own line of knowledge?"
Scattered branches and leaves?”
"I was about to tell my junior uncle."
Gu Lingyu nodded and said: "When he came to the Mountain Villa, Lingyu passed by Tianchi Town and saw that an academy in Tianchi Town was vacant, and so many young men in the town who could study were wasting their time.
What a pity, so Ling Yu boldly wanted to ask his junior uncle for this academy, which was where Mr. Qin once studied. Ling Yu wanted to take his disciples and open an academy there to teach children how to read and write.
He also teaches the principles and knowledge written in the books of sages."
Lin Zhao couldn't help but laugh: "That's exactly what I meant! That academy has always been empty, it doesn't even have a name, and there are not many scholars on our snow-covered Tianchi. Those people in the upper five realms can't even fight.
Okay, studying is really not good. Before, I thought it would be great if I could get to know Confucian scholars, but I didn’t expect you, Lingyu, to go up the mountain yourself."
Gu Lingyu chuckled and said, "So, my junior uncle agreed?"
"Yes, agreed!"
Lin Zhao nodded and said: "You can use that academy as long as you want. All the expenses needed to open the academy will be borne by the mountain garden. I have no other requirements. I just hope that the children in the small town can study and be sensible. From now on
Lin Zhao nodded and chuckled. Gu Lingyu's arrival has obviously strengthened the power of Snowland Tianchi. Although he is a scholar, he is a scholar of the Twelve Realms. A scholar with a sword and a very strong combat power. Thinking of this
, he looked at Su Qingjiu in the pavilion, then looked at Qingliang Sect, frowned, he was still not stable, Zhao Jingyu, the ancestor of Qingliang Sect, was a Thirteenth Realm person, even a Xiaojiuer, Gu Lingyu
, Zhi Zhi, Muzhen, Chen Ben, Chu Yu, plus myself, they may not be able to defeat each other if they work together, right?
Moreover, the Qingliang Sect and Zhao Suiguang's Twelve Realms are not good enough, and they are not stable enough. We have to wait until Chen Ben and Chu Yu enter the Upper Five Realms and Zhu Zhi enters the Twelve Realms. But these things must be allowed to take their own course. , things will come naturally, there is no rush.
…
Night falls.
Qingliang Mountain, Qianlongyuan, Panlongzhu.
Huang Tingyu, who was dying, had his head drooped. After a while, he raised his head and looked at the ceiling above his head. He felt helpless and murmured to himself: "Why hasn't my little brother Lin Zhao come? Isn't it a little bit... Is it too stable? Damn it, Lao Huang, I haven’t had a drink in a hundred years, and I haven’t seen a woman’s thighs, how can I endure this?”
