After Bu Fan knew the purpose of the private school teachers, he did not hide it and took out the gold plaque generously.
"Mr. Bu, this is the golden plaque awarded by the imperial court? But why is there no writing? Could it be that you want Mr. Bu to write it yourself?"
Several private school teachers were stunned. They looked at the wordless gold plaque in front of them and looked at Bu Fan in confusion.
"The guesses of these gentlemen are correct. The county magistrate told me at the beginning that the reason why the Holy Emperor gave me this wordless plaque may be because he wanted me to write it myself!" Bu Fan said with a smile.
All the private school teachers looked at each other.
Generally, plaques presented by the imperial court are written by contemporary calligraphers. But what does it mean to present this plaque with no words in gold?
They dare not speculate on the holy will.
"I see, but why hasn't Mr. Bu written on this plaque yet?" Mr. Tong asked doubtfully.
"I've been a little busy lately!" Bu Fan coughed dryly.
The private school teachers expressed their understanding.
They all know that Bu Fan is not only a teacher at Bufan Academy, but also the blessed little village head of Nouo Village.
Moreover, for a major event such as a reward from the imperial court, many people would definitely congratulate Bu Fandao.
"Why don't you write now so that we can appreciate your calligraphy?" Mr. Tong said with great interest.
"This is good!"
Several private school teachers present nodded in unison.
"I may be disappointed by the gentlemen here. The words on this golden plaque cannot be written by me!"
Bu Fan had thought about what he had written before, but then he thought that this golden plaque was said to be a reward for him, but it was actually a reward for Wu Xuanzi.
"Why?"
All the private school teachers were confused.
"To be honest, the person who wrote this golden plaque wants another master from my academy to come!" Bu Fan said.
"There is another master in your academy?"
Several people here have been to Bufan Academy, but they have never seen any other masters.
"This Master also came here a few days ago and is very knowledgeable!"
Bu Fan then told several private school teachers about Wu Xuanzi.
"Sir, that Mrs. Wu is dressed in gray clothes, has white hair and a childish face, and gives people a amiable and amiable look!" Mr. Tong thought.
"Do you know Mr. Tong?" Bu Fan said,
"More than just knowing each other, that old man really shocked us!" All the private school teachers looked at each other, smiled bitterly and shook their heads.
Hearing that these people mistook Wu Xuanzi for a ghost, Bu Fan was also a little bit dumbfounded.
Sure enough, the boss will be naughty if he doesn't mind.
at the same time.
"Breathing!"
The old man who was sweeping the floor at the private school sneezed suddenly.
…
Afterwards, several private school teachers had a heart-to-heart talk with Bu Fan.
When it got late, several teachers from the private school also went back, and Bu Fan tied the golden plaque to the little white donkey and went in the direction of the private school.
"Old Wu!"
Seeing Wu Xuanzi sweeping the door, Bu Fan's lips twitched.
A proper sweeping monk!
"So you're the village chief, why are you free to come here today?"
Wu Xuanzi smiled very kindly.
"Didn't the imperial court give me a gold plaque with no words a few days ago? I want you to write a few words for me!" Bu Fan said with a smile.
"The golden plaque has no words?"
Wu Xuanzi only knew that the imperial court had awarded a gold plaque, but he did not know whether there were any words on it.
"Yes, the golden plaque is still here!"
Bu Fan patted the golden plaque tied to the little white donkey.
"Thousand Spirit Trees!"
Wu Xuanzi was quite surprised.
Don't blame him for not being surprised.
After all, since the founding of the Wei Dynasty, there have been many gold plaques presented as gifts, but there are only three gold plaques without words as gifts of Thousand Spirit Woods.
And those three are now the three major academies of the Wei Dynasty, and they are also the places that the scholars of the Wei Dynasty yearn for.
Now I am giving away the fourth piece, the intention is self-evident.
…
Bu Fan didn't know what Wu Xuanzi was thinking.
Seeing that Wu Xuanzi recognized this plaque, I felt familiar with it.
A big guy is a big guy, you can tell what this is when you look at it.
But he couldn't show it, "Old Wu, what is this Thousand Spirit Tree?"
The strange look in Wu Xuanzi's eyes flashed away, and he coughed dryly, "This Thousand Spirit Tree is a rare spiritual tree in the world. It is said that it can exorcise evil spirits and suppress ghosts, and it can also refine magical weapons for practitioners!"
Bu Fan sighed, "Mr. Wu is really knowledgeable!"
The corners of Wu Xuanzi's mouth twitched a few times.
In front of you, he cannot be called knowledgeable.
"Then such a good thing needs to be written by Mr. Wu to reflect its value!" Bu Fan said seriously.
Wu Xuanzi: "..."
Haha, you really know how to joke.
"Thank you very much, village chief, for your kindness, but this gold-lettered plaque was given to you by your majesty, village chief. Of course it is up to you to write it." Wu Xuanzi shook his head hurriedly.
"No, I think it would be most appropriate for you, Mr. Wu, to come!" Bu Fan shook his head.
"The village chief is really good at joking. I only have a superficial understanding of calligraphy, so how can I compare with you? You better do it!" Wu Xuanzi gave in humbly.
"No, no, come on!"
"No, no, you better do it!"
The two of them were pushing and pushing each other.
Finally Bu Fan became anxious.
It’s not a pear, does it need to be given way to?
"Forget it, I'll do it!"
Anyway, if you give him this golden plaque, it belongs to him.
Wu Xuanzi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
The whole person exhaled a long breath.
But thinking that Bu Fan was going to write on the gold plaque, he immediately became energetic.
"I'll help you sharpen your ink, village chief!"
"No, I'll take it back and write it myself!"
Bu Fan turned around angrily and led the little white donkey home.
Wu Xuanzi was also very stingy. He just asked him to write a few words and pushed him back and forth.
Wu Xuanzi scratched his head.
Why did he offend the village chief?
However, when he thought that Bu Fan would write on that piece of Thousand Spirits Wood, he was extremely excited. He stood motionless, as if waiting for something.
"Master Wu, what are you looking at?"
Several teenagers walked out of the private school and looked at Wu Xuanzi doubtfully.
Although the private school is on a long holiday now, the children can still go to the private school library to read and play chess.
"I'm waiting for the color of heaven and earth to change!" Wu Xuanzi stood with his hands behind his hands and looked up at the sky.
"The color of the sky and the earth has changed? Is it going to rain?"
A young man raised his head and looked at the sky. It was clear and clear, but there was no sign of the sky and the earth changing color.
"You'll find out later!"
After that, more and more people stood in front of the gate, looking up at the sky.
As time passes little by little.
The world has indeed changed, but it has gradually changed from day to dusk.
Countless question marks suddenly popped up in the crowd of young people looking at the sky.
"I understand. Master Wu has taught us a lesson, telling us to treat everything with a normal mind.
Don’t be impatient, don’t be discouraged, stay calm, and don’t change your mentality due to changes in the outside world.”
One of the young men suddenly spoke.
Everyone present heard this and suddenly realized.
"Thank you for your advice, Master!"
For a moment, the young people bowed their hands and saluted Master Wu.
But seeing that Master Wu didn't respond at all, he immediately realized that Master Wu was completely immersed in his own world.