A powerful shout came, the sound was like a bell ringing in everyone's ears. Song Mu immediately raised his head and looked up. When Qi Dazuo heard this, he was also frightened and looked to one side in a hurry.
I only saw a person walking out of an inconspicuous alley. This person was white-faced and beardless. He was wearing a round-neck robe and a black gauze bun tied straight on his head. He was holding a book in one hand and was walking forward quickly.
Song Mu's expression was stern, he quickly bowed his hands and said respectfully.
"Master Xun."
"Master Xun." When Qi Dazuo saw the visitor, he quickly bowed and said. Several servants stopped and looked at each other.
This Master Xun was the official Xun Yiyi of the county school. He was a scholar with a high academic status. He was very kind to others in Shiyang County on weekdays, but he was extremely strict in disciplining the students in the county school.
Song Mu became a child student last year, ranked thirty-second, and could only continue to study in a private school. However, he was a direct descendant of the Song family, and the county magistrate and the county magistrate all took care of him, so he became a student of Master Xun.
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Although Qi Dazuo was not born as a child, as a prominent family member in Shiyang County, he could naturally enter the county school as a Confucian scholar. Master Xun was also his teacher, and he was respectful at this moment.
Giving birth and nurturing children is the kindness of parents; preaching, teaching, and solving doubts are the kindness of teachers. We dare not be disrespectful.
When Master Xun saw Qi Dazuo, he immediately snorted. When he exerted force on his feet, he saw a piece of gravel flying out from the ground and hitting Qi Dazuo's knees.
Qi Dazuo fell to his knees with an ouch, but his eyebrows were lowered.
"Stretch out your hands!" Master Xun continued to walk forward and said. Qi Dazuo lowered his head and respectfully stretched out his hands. The ruler floating next to Song Mu actually swung forward and slapped him hard.
In the palm of Qi Dazuo's hand.
"The first crime is insulting fellow disciples." He said and waved the ruler down again.
"The second crime is dressing up in strange clothes and not respecting the appearance of a scholar."
"The third crime is insulting someone in the street, which is unbecoming of a scholar."
The three rulers were waved down, and Qi Dazuo's face turned red, but he did not dare to make any sound. The county school rules stated that if you make any noise, you will be severely punished.
People coming and going on the street naturally have a clear view of all this, but when teachers teach students, even if their parents come, they will have no reason to explain.
Song Mu also stood aside with his head bowed respectfully. After Qi Dazuo received the three commandments, Master Xun allowed him to stand up.
"Go back and recite the Thousand-Character Essay. I will teach you in class tomorrow."
There are also thousand-character essays in this world, but they are no longer the rhymes written by Zhou Xingsi in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, but the most basic articles that enlighten children's literary skills written by the great Confucian who practiced "literary power".
Qi Dazuo looked bitter after hearing this, but he also hurriedly saluted, and then left in a hurry with a group of people.
At this time, Master Xun walked up to Song Mu. Song Mu raised his head and smiled, but Master Xun, who was pale and beardless, snorted coldly and walked forward.
"Song Mu, today you are just relying on the influence of your ancestors. Don't think that you can defeat the enemy as a child and become a scholar, and then you can be considered a scholar."
Song Mu hurriedly followed up, slowly lowered his head and spoke softly to Master Xun.
"Master, have you seen it?"
Naturally, his ability to defeat the enemy could not escape the eyes of Master Xun, who was a scholar, but the other party pointed out the reason to the point, which made Song Mu a little surprised.
"Then did you listen to what I said?" Master Xun did not answer, but asked again. Song Mu nodded quickly and responded respectfully.
"Disciple, please remember this."
Master Xun sighed and then spoke again.
"Recently, Shiyang County has been full of rumors about you. How are you prepared to deal with it?"
"Student, I don't know, please give me advice." Song Mu happily kicked the ball to the opponent, but Master Xun said calmly.
"This is your business. I just want to ask you one question today. If you have always kept a low profile in the past, then after this incident, have you figured it out and are ready to show off your talents?"
Master Xun said quite calmly, but the look on Song Mu's face was a little confused. The other party may have thought that he was just pretending to be stupid before, but now he stopped pretending and was showing off his cards.
After all, Master Xun would never have thought that a soul had been replaced in his body, and that sharp appearance was actually his own nature.
However, since Master Xun thought that he did this because he was hit, that just gave him an excuse, and he did not answer the question immediately.
When Master Xun saw that Song Mu was silent, he continued.
"This time something like this happened to you, and the imperial edict has personally dealt with it. Fortunately, you are fine, otherwise someone in this county school would be expelled."
The words were astonishing, and Song Mu was a little dumbfounded at the moment, thinking that he had only met the edict once, and it was just because of the glory of his ancestors, but he didn't expect that it could be remembered and asked about it.
This may be the reason why Master Xun, who always cared about other people's faces, tortured Qi Dazuo in the street.
As expected, there was something hidden in this matter. Master Xun was trying to frighten Xiao Xiao for himself.
Master Xun seemed to have seen through Song Mu's thoughts and explained.
"Our great literary dynasty has been in Zuo for more than two hundred years. Today's sages attach great importance to the academic style. This time, we are investigating the world's cultural heritage to select the best. Your Song family is one of the few cultural heritage inheritors in our Shiyang County. Naturally, you cannot let it go.
You just cut it off."
"I am telling you this today to warn you not to do risky things anymore, nor to let you rely on the influence of your ancestors to act recklessly.
From now on, you will stay in the city and study hard to take the college examination. If there is another villain who troubles you, please report it to me."
As Master Xun said this, a little light shone on his hand, and Song Mu saw the light falling on the boy's jade pendant around his waist. He was speechless at the moment, but he also bowed respectfully.
"Students note."
"Well, that's all. Go back to school as soon as possible. The college exam is not far away."
Master Xun waved his hand and walked away leisurely, but Song Mu's expression sank, and he had some thoughts in his heart.
Everyone is saying that they went to Yanggang on their own, but the problem is that this is not the case in their own memories. This matter is getting more and more strange, and now that Master Xun has said this, who actually did it?
How much do you mean to kill yourself?
At this moment, Song Mu refused to give up and almost caused the Song family to perish. It didn't matter if others turned a blind eye to such a heinous crime, but as a member of the Song family, he could never let it go.
Moreover, if someone really wants to harm himself or the Song family, then he must be careful and it is best to eliminate this disaster personally.
After thinking about it, Song Mu decided to go find the Butcher Wang first to confirm whether he really found him there in Yanggang, and dig out the details.
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"Mr. Song, I, Old Wang, can still trick you. I went to Qingshan to collect pigs that day. The man who came back from the city said that my wife was going to give birth. How could I stay here?"
"Anyway, I'm a very murderous person. I even had Grandpa Zhong Kui tattooed on my back with black dog blood. No ordinary kid would dare to get close to me. The sun and moonlight were bright that day, so I had the courage to take a shortcut to Yangyang.
I walked over to the edge of the post."
"Guess what, I saw you passed out under a tree from a distance. At that time, I thought I had seen a ghost. When I walked closer, I realized it was you, Mr. Song. Your face turned pale and you couldn't breathe.
I won’t hurry up and carry you back.”
Song Mu was standing in front of Butcher Wang's butcher shop. The fat butcher Wang was chopping the lamb ribs on the chopping board while describing the scene that day to Song Mu.
But the cry of a baby was heard in the shop. Butcher Wang wrapped a piece of meat in straw paper, tied it skillfully with straw, and handed it to Song Mu with a smile.
"Mr. Song, I'll chop it up for you."
Song Mu lowered his head in thought after listening to the other party's words. He really didn't think that the butcher king, who always treated others with righteousness, would lie to him, so he sighed and gave up, and took out the money from his pocket.
"Young Master Song, you can break me, it's just a few taels of bones and meat." Butcher Wang said quickly when he saw Song Mu paying for it, and pointed to the sign of his butcher shop.
"Our signboard was written by Xiu Cai Gong himself. Thanks to Xiu Cai Gong's pen and ink, my shop's business has been going smoothly in the past two years."
Naturally, Butcher Wang was talking about Song Mu’s deceased father, Song Liangtong.
Seeing that Song Mu was still taking out money, Butcher Wang quickly spoke.
"If Mr. Song doesn't dislike it, I have a merciless request, Mr. Wang."
Song Mu was stunned, then he raised his hands and said, "Thank you to Uncle Wang for saving me this time. Song Mu had nothing to offer in return, so Uncle Wang said yes."
"Young Master Song is so polite. What can I think? As a butcher, my evil spirit is inevitably a bit stronger. The tattoo on my back, Grandpa Zhong Kui, says that although Grandpa Zhong Kui can control it a little, the child can't bear it anyway.
I cry every day for the rest of my life."
"Why don't Mr. Song give the child a tougher name? A rough guy like me can only give him a nickname, Shitou."
Song Mu smiled in relief after hearing this. He also heard the child in the room crying continuously, and no matter how he comforted it, it had no effect. Then he looked at the bloody sheep, pig and game on the chopping board. It must be the evil spirit that disturbed the child, and he frowned at the moment.
thinking.
"Do you have a pen and paper?"
Song Mu asked after a moment, and Butcher Wang quickly called to a fortune teller not far away on the street.
After getting the calligraphy brush, Song Mu, who had practiced calligraphy for many years, suddenly felt a little warm and started to write.
"Ruhu." The fortune teller read out these two words, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Okay, what a good name, Tiger can ward off evil spirits!"
"Master Song, I wonder what the reason for these two words is?" Butcher Wang was also pleasantly surprised at the moment, and asked with expectation. He had planned this name when he carried Song Mu back to the city that day, and Butcher Wang also thought about it.
For selfish reasons, he wanted to get some light from the Song family's cultural heritage.
Song Mu's heart moved and he said in a deep voice.
"A short poem that comes from accidental thinking can swallow thousands of miles like a tiger."
This is the most heroic poem by Xin Qiji, the great poet of the bold school, and it is a true example for everyone.
Butcher Wang's face was full of solemnity, but the fortune teller's eyes were fixed on the two words written by Song Mu on the paper, and he asked in panic.
"Young Master, I wonder where this font comes from?"