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Chapter 41: The sound of dust and vulgarity, Xuanyin is at ease

As soon as Zhan Gong's words came out, the academic scholar sitting next to Superintendent Chi's left stood up and said: "Mr. Zhan, today is a meeting in the academy. Since you have already stopped taking care of the matter, why do you need to interfere?"

Duke Zhan looked at him and said, "So nephew Hong Xian, you are already a scholar."

He looked at everyone and said with emotion: "I am already a hundred years old, and I have no intention of becoming famous for a long time. I don't want to meddle in too many things, but in such a major matter related to the reputation of the academy and the safety of the Protectorate, I have to.

If you stand up and say something, it is safest to leave this matter to your children."

At this moment, someone questioned: "Why does Mr. Zhan think so? Currently, the only person who understands the language of the Jianclaw tribe is Assistant Zhang."

Duke Zhan shook his head and said: "No, there is more than one person. My son Zhan Zhitong is also proficient in the language of the Jianclaw tribe."

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell silent. They had never heard of this before.

A scholar in the audience stood up and asked: "May I ask Mr. Zhan, where did you learn this language?"

Zhan Gongdao: "As you all know, because my son is talented in languages, he has learned indigenous languages ​​from the language master Qiu Xueling since he was a child. However, he felt that his knowledge was not enough, so he also hired a lot of capable people to go deep into Anshan.

He visited everywhere, and it was there that he accidentally met the people of the Hard Claw tribe, and then learned their language. He also just returned from there a few days ago."

"Is there such a thing as this?"

When everyone thought about it, it seemed that it was not impossible. After all, they had heard of Qiu Xueling's reputation. It was not surprising that his disciples went abroad to study. Moreover, after all, Duke Zhan had once made a wine sacrifice, so he was famous.

As a person, it is impossible for him to joke about such things.

Someone couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Zhan, why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

Zhan Gongdao: "My son was also aware of the threat posed by the Hard Claw Tribe to the Protectorate at that time, so he hurried back. However, when he came back, he heard that someone had already reported the news, and that person also understood the Hard Claw tribe's language.

He was also introduced to the Academy for this reason, so I didn't want to make any public announcements, for fear that some people would misunderstand that he was striving for fame and wealth."

At this time, someone said righteously: "Mr. Zhan, this is your fault. Before the overall situation of the Protectorate, what does our mere personal reputation mean?"

Duke Zhan sighed and said, "That's right. I also told him that important matters related to the Protectorate are not for one person's selfish interests. If there is a fight, just fight. There is no need to care about one's own reputation. Maybe the two of them can communicate with each other.

After a while, maybe we can learn from each other's strengths and make better contributions to the Protectorate together?"

Zhan Zhitong spoke up at this time: "After listening to what my father said, I thought it made sense. Later, at Master Qiu's request, I went to observe several of Professor Zhang's lectures and found that Professor Zhang was indeed as proficient as he claimed.

The language of the Hard Claw Tribe, but there are many parts that may not be very accurate. This may be because Assistant Zhang’s stay in the Hard Claw Tribe was not as long as he said.”

Many people looked at where Zhang Yu was, but he had a calm face and seemed to have no intention of standing up and making a distinction.

The academic surnamed Hong frowned and said seriously: "Master Zhan, how dare you say that?"

Now the only people who claim to know about Hard Claw are Zhang Yu and Zhan Zhi. If they accuse each other, others will have no ability to distinguish right from wrong. This will only disturb everyone's judgment and will not contribute to the whole matter.

Zhan Zhitong smiled slightly and said: "I have nothing to prove. I brought someone today, a young chieftain from the Jianclaw tribe. I believe I can clear up your doubts. This person is waiting outside the door right now."

"What? People from the Hardclaw tribe?"

Everyone present was shocked when they heard this.

At this moment, someone immediately said: "Since you are from the Hard Claw Tribe, please come to the hall and see me."

Someone else scolded: "You are talking nonsense. Master Luo teaches me that you are confused. Everyone in Kuiwen Hall is wearing Tianxia clothes. How can you allow foreign barbarians to stay?"

"Is this the time to pay attention to these things?"

"You still have to follow the rules of the Academy."

The two immediately began to argue, and everyone seemed to be joining in. In the end, it was Superintendent Chi who ended the argument:

"Just let him stand in Jian Tang and not step into Kui Wen Tang."

There is no objection to this.

Immediately someone ordered the assistant to go down and bring the person in.

Everyone looked outside the hall. After a while, they saw a man wearing a huge blouse coming in. When he came to the steps, Zhan Zhitong took the initiative to greet him and spoke a difficult-to-spoken Aboriginal language.

After the man heard this, he took off his blouse and revealed his appearance. He had a rhinoplasty and a high forehead, his face was painted with blue paint, his braids were decorated with feathers, his ears were strung with earrings, and his eyes were light yellow.

, his skin has crisscrossed grooves, his finger joints are thick, and his whole person looks strong and strong, with an aura of bravery and cruelty brought from the wilderness.

But unexpectedly, when he saw everyone in the hall, he suddenly put his hands together and awkwardly bowed to everyone using Tianxia etiquette, saying "Bye bye", "Goodbye" and other blunt words.

Tianxia language.

Zhan Zhitong said with a smile: "His name is 'Zhanuitsa', he is a small chief of the Jianclaw tribe. He has about seven or eight hundred people under his command. If you commanders want to know more about the Jianclaw tribe, you can ask him."

"

Everyone in the hall looked at each other, and then one person stood up and asked a question.

Almost at the same time, a series of Aboriginal words came out of Zhan Zhitong's mouth. When the Aboriginal heard this, he immediately responded in the same language.

Thanks to his excellent translation, there was almost no pause between the two of them, and they did not look like two people who did not understand the language at all.

Seeing that they were talking without any problems, everyone became interested and asked questions one after another.

Zhan Zhitong, on the other hand, has been acting as a translator. It can be seen that he copes well with it, and no one who speaks feels stagnant and hindered.

Many people in the hall nodded frequently and looked at Zhan Zhitong with admiration.

What they valued was not Zhan Zhitong's language ability, but that he was able to make this native barbarian accept Tianxia etiquette in a short period of time. If the native was not dressed like this, he might be a man who had been affiliated to the Protectorate for many years.

To civilize barbarians, this method is not simple.

Superintendent Chi had been watching with cold eyes from just now until now. Then he glanced at Hong Xueling, who nodded, stood up and said, "Master Zhan, is this really from the Jianclaw tribe?"

Zhan Zhitong smiled and said: "If you teachers have any doubts, you can ask Zanu to take people to take a walk among his people, and then you will know everything."

Hong Xueling took a deep look at him, then looked at Mr. Zhan who was sitting beside him, and sat back without saying anything else.

Everyone in the hall was thoughtful at this time. Originally, for the sake of safety, they still preferred Zhang Yu. After all, one more thing is worse than one less thing. But in comparison, it seems that Zhan Zhitong is more suitable?

However, at this point, it seems that the Zhans and his son have no intention of stopping there.

Mr. Zhan spoke again: "I heard that Assistant Teacher Zhang taught a lot of students. I also took the time to teach some students. I might as well call a few students taught by Assistant Teacher Zhang to compare with each other.

It’s clear at a glance.”

Some people knew the background of those students and were afraid of causing any trouble, so they objected: "Isn't this necessary?"

Others agreed: "I think it's better than the previous one. No matter how rigorous this kind of thing is, what's the point of just saying something?"

An old man sitting in the seat who seemed to have a high status said at this time: "There is no need to compete. How can a few students have such a good atmosphere? This is not a performing arts place in the city. I just want to say that I am still in the academy."

During the debate, Nephew Zhan had already taken the initiative to communicate with the Hardclaw Tribe, and it was clear at a glance who was higher and which was lower, so I thought it was appropriate to leave this matter to him."

But just as he finished speaking, a loud voice came out: "The students think it's inappropriate!"

The old man looked over and saw that it was his student Zhu Anshi. He frowned and said, "Anshi, don't be so impulsive again."

But Zhu Anshi frowned and said: "Teacher, students don't use emotion, students just want to be reasonable!" He looked at everyone, "What the students want to say is that real verbal communication is not the question and answer of our generation here.

It can be seen that, let alone communicating with an entire tribe, the situation is even more complicated and changeable. Zhang Fu taught him that after living among the indigenous tribes for several years, it is not as simple as just understanding the language."

His words also made some people in the audience think carefully.

At this time, Mr. Zhan raised his eyelids slightly and gave a cryptic look to someone in the seat. The person immediately understood and said: "I don't agree with Master Zhu's words. Everyone, Assistant Professor Zhang entered the academy through self-recommendation.

He himself has been telling the story for several years in the tribe. We have no way of verifying whether it is true or not. I am not doubting Zhang Fujiao's character, but shouldn't we be more cautious about such a big matter? "

He pointed at Zhan Zhitong again and said: "Zhan Shaolang is the son of Duke Zhan, and he also studied in the academy. I am very familiar with him. He respects his teachers and has never done any bad things in the past. Now he has come up with it again."

If there is something convincing enough, isn’t this enough?”

Superintendent Chi frowned. He could see that this was the psychological bias he was guiding everyone. Compared with Zhang Yu, an "outsider" who joined the academy halfway, Zhan Zhitong felt that he was completely one of Taiyang Academy's own.

Although he agreed more with Zhu Anshi's views, if everyone thought Zhan Zhitong was the suitable one, he had to consider everyone's opinions.

Zhu Anshi did not flinch, but retorted based on reason: "Knowledge is knowledge, and principles are principles. How can this be replaced by feelings and family background?"

The man suddenly sighed and said: "Teacher Zhu, we know that Mr. Zhang was introduced to the palace through you. We also recognize his ability, but please don't act on your own initiative as your teacher Qu Xueling said. There are many capable people in the world.

Yes, it’s not like you can’t get anything done without that person.”

Zhu Anshi wanted to say something else, but Qu Xueling said in a deep voice: "An Shi, sit down."

Zhu Anshi's face suddenly surged with blood, but under his teacher's stern gaze, he could only sit down slowly.

Hong Xueling made eye contact with Superintendent Chi at this time, stood up again, and said: "Everyone, actually we don't have to choose either/or. Since Zhang Fujiao and Zhan Shaolang both have certain talents in communicating with the Jianclaw tribe,

Then we might as well let the two of them go together. In my opinion, Zhan Shaolang is the main one and Zhang Fujiao is the assistant. What do you think?"

Mr. Zhan's eyelids moved, but he said nothing more.

After some discussion in the hall, most people could accept this proposal. Two people are safer than one. As for who is the leader and who is the deputy, it is a secondary matter.

Seeing that everyone was almost unanimous, Superintendent Chi looked at Zhang Yu and said, "Fujiao Zhang, what do you think?"

Zhang Yu said calmly: "Since I think Shaolang Zhan is more suitable, let him go, and I will not participate in this matter."

Superintendent Chi frowned slightly, because the situation dictated that he did not want to go against the public opinion. Originally, he wanted to find a chance for Zhang Yu, but it seemed that he did not appreciate it, and instead acted emotionally.

But when he thought about it again, he was just a seventeen-year-old boy, so it was not surprising that he would do such angry things. From this point of view, Zhan Zhitong seemed to be more mature and stable.

Hong Xueling said in a solemn voice: "Teacher Zhang, you need to think about it carefully."

Zhang Yu didn't speak anymore, but from his calm and indifferent attitude, it can be seen that his mind has been made up.

Everyone shook their heads, some sighed, some regretted, and many were gloating. Originally, Zhang Yu recommended himself to the academy, and it would be very difficult for him to advance. This opportunity to communicate with the Hard Claw tribe is undoubtedly a great opportunity.

A shortcut to the upper stage, even if it is just a deputy, is not ineffective. If a person is frustrated for a while, he will not know what a good opportunity he has given up.

Superintendent Chi pondered for a moment and was about to announce his conclusion, but at this moment, an assistant hurriedly walked in and interrupted him, "Superintendent, someone is looking for Assistant Teacher Zhang outside."

Someone scolded: "We are all discussing matters in the hall. Who is so ignorant of the rules that he comes here at this time?"

The assistant lowered his head and said, "Yes, he is from Xuanfu."

"Xuanfu?"

The man couldn't help but choke.

Everyone was a little surprised, "What do people from Xuanfu want to ask Assistant Professor Zhang?"

Before they could figure it out, they saw two people wearing Xuanfu Taoist robes walking over from the platform in front of the hall. When passing by the Jianclaw native, one person suddenly turned his head and looked at him.

The native suddenly became nervous, sweat broke out on his head, and then he knelt down with a plop.

The man laughed and walked directly to the school. He ignored everyone present and looked directly at Zhang Yu. He clasped his hands and said politely: "Mr. Zhang, there is something going on in the mansion. I would like to invite you to join us."

Zhang Yu stood up from his seat, first bowed to the two of them, then bowed his hands to the people in the hall, then turned around and walked out. Two Xuanfu Taoists stood on both sides, waiting for him to go out before following him.

From beginning to end, they never even glanced at the people in the hall.

No one spoke around, and they watched him walk out in silence.

After a while, someone whispered: "Is this Assistant Professor Zhang still a disciple of Xuanfu? It seems that his status is not low. No wonder he doesn't seem to care about this matter. It turns out that he is already on the road to transcendence.

"

There was no smile on Zhan Zhitong's face at this moment, but the fists in his sleeves were clenched very tightly.

Superintendent Chi stood up at this time and moved to the viewing window in the hall. He watched Zhang Yu's big sleeves fluttering and walked away from the room accompanied by two Taoist priests in Taoist robes. He felt a little complicated for a moment.








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