I just smelled the fragrance of flowers,
No words of joy or sorrow when we meet!
The gathering and dispersing in the world are impermanent,
Only the lingering fragrance remains in your hands!
-----(gorgeous dividing line)-----
The last day of August every year is the time for recommended students from the basic school and various sects in the south of Songji City to register. Although late autumn is approaching, the square of Xiuzhentang Academy is still a bustling and lively scene.
In the early stage, teachers from Xiuzhentang Academy have already gone to the basic school to confirm, so the ID card is an obvious sign when entering the academy, and there is no one to send it.
The school has arranged a break ten days in advance, so the time to say goodbye to relatives will not happen at the college. A flying boat picked up these original schoolchildren. This was the only flying boat that could fly over Songji City.
In the new semester, the day when the school selects its disciples and each sect selects its disciples is always more exciting.
At the gate of the college, two rows of towering ginkgo trees stretched out their dense branches and leaves. The golden sunlight passed through the gaps in the leaves and fell on the faces of the students, adding a bit of rosy brilliance to their excited faces. At this moment, in the college square, the bustling flow of people is arranged in an orderly manner. Only the roll call and the distribution of identity cards will take a little longer. As for the items that should be collected, they have already been placed in the dormitory.
As the only and first training bachelor, Song Pingzi was entrusted by Principal Mingshan with the important task of inspecting the order of accommodation. He stood on the steps of the main building of the college and watched groups of students coming from the square. His face was full of anticipation and excitement. Some showed the novelty of meeting for the first time, while others looked a little nervous and uneasy.
The students recommended by the big sects and those eliminated by the basic schools are completely different. Mingshan asked Song Pingzi to come to inspect, which actually allowed him to better understand the actual humanistic situation of the college. After all, once you enter a college and start classes, the uniforms of all colleges are the same, making it much more difficult to tell them apart.
When they came to report, the disciples of these sect families were still wearing their original clothes. Although they are too young to wear sect clothes, they look arrogant, as if they are the pride of heaven, a kind of confidence that students from humble schools do not have.
Even if the disciples of the Wen family, Cao family, Wanbao sect, Ao family, and Deng family of the Shennong sect look gentle and calm, that kind of self-confidence is inevitable even in children.
The appearance characteristics of schoolchildren from the Overseas Island Alliance, the Eastern Continent, and the Western Continent are relatively obvious. You can also roughly see their body shape and skin color when they first arrive.
Song Pingzi looked at these disciples from various sects and families. Among the crowd were some old disciples from the academy. Naturally, they were contributing to the placement of the juniors. There were even some from the basic school. When the senior came over, just from these phenomena, Song Pingzi understood how meticulous Mingshan's intentions were.
Everyone in the academy had seen Song Pingzi on his graduation day. Of course, they also knew that this bachelor was neither a student nor a student. Some greeted him while others ignored him. He didn't mind it himself, he was just observing, like a lonely big tree outside the dormitory building, sometimes looking up and sometimes looking straight down.
Perhaps there were too many people passing by and his alertness was lowered. Only when a small figure bumped into his waist did he realize that he was too absorbed.
"sorry Sorry!"
The person who continued to say sorry was a little girl just above his waist, with a round head and a pretty and cute look. He was holding a large package in both hands, which probably blocked his view. He didn't see Song Pingzi, who was standing motionless. At this moment, he quickly put down the package, clasped his hands together, and apologized quickly.
Song Pingzi smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter! Are you here to report too? Why are you alone?"
The little girl nodded with big eyes and was about to answer when a familiar voice came from behind: "Xue'er, why don't you leave?"
The little girl turned around and said, "Ancestor, I bumped into someone else."
An old man walked over, but it was Wu Haifeng, whom he had met a lot in the past few days.
"Old Wu" Song Pingzi bowed his hands respectfully.
"This child has to hold so many things, even her sight is blocked. Don't blame her!" Wu Haifeng looked at Song Pingzi and reached out to touch the top of the girl's head.
The little girl frowned, "Ancestor, my hair."
"How old are you?" Song Pingzi did not answer Wu Haifeng, but looked at the little girl who frowned deliberately and asked.
"Five years old!" the little girl replied.
Song Pingzi was speechless looking at her who looked like she was seven or eight years old. She would probably be taller than him in the future.
The little girl grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands and asked a little nervously: "What about you? Are you a senior or a teacher?"
"No! I am a bachelor of the academy." Song Pingzi replied.
"Bachelor, oh! You are that Song Pingzi!" The little girl looked stunned.
"You know me?" Song Pingzi's eyes flashed with amusement, and he said with a smile, "Who told you that?"
When the little girl heard Song Pingzi's question, she smiled sheepishly, stopped asking questions, hugged the big package in front of her, turned around and ran away. The little body is like a young swallow, one step at a time, one step at a time, and it heads towards the dormitory building.
"I said a few words casually." Wu Haifeng explained on the side.
"Mr. Wu is interested." Song Pingzi didn't ask too much.
"Her name is Wu Youxue." Wu Haifeng didn't feel embarrassed and added the little girl's name.
Of course, this couldn't be a chance encounter, nor could it be unintentional. Not to mention that Wu Haifeng seemed to be following him. Why didn't Wu Haifeng put such a big package into his storage bag and take it out to the little girl when he got to the dormitory? At this distance, he could easily adjust the little girl's direction or give a warning.
Looking at the little girl's back, Song Pingzi nodded and said nothing. Wu Haifeng stood next to him, "It is said that Luo Jinhua scolded Gao Sheng for inviting you to a banquet."
Song Pingzi nodded. Wu Haifeng had mentioned this matter that night. It is not surprising that such a result occurred. It is estimated that the entire college knows about it now.
"Although he was reprimanded by Luo Jinhua, he also won the hearts of many students! This son must have hatred in his heart because of the death of his parents. You must be careful. As far as I know, the Shuxian Sect will not interfere with cultivation. Some people will be much more courageous when it comes to church matters." Wu Haifeng seemed to say casually, but in fact he was reminding Song Pingzi.
Song Pingzi nodded. Goldman Sachs had already marked a symbol of isolation in his heart. He was the first person he eliminated for inspection in Xiuzhentang Academy. As for the future, Counselor Ping said that there should be no fear under the blue star sky.
He was convinced of this, and the reason was that Song Er also said at the beginning that there was no need to have any scruples. The way forward for cultivation might not be realized during his investigation, but no one could stop him. He still remembered that momentum.
Of course Wu Haifeng didn't know what purpose Song Pingzi had in coming to Xiuzhentang Academy because Song Er selectively retained his memory. But I knew very well in my heart that if Song Pingzi was just a new student this year, he probably really wouldn't care. It is inevitable to encounter twists and turns on the way to growth. But if you are sent to the academy by opening the spiritual realm, you are not here to suffer. This should be clear to anyone with a little brain.
In recent years, not only the southern continent, but also large sects in the other three continents have been imitating the teachings of Xiuzhentang Academy, but they have not yet formed a large scale.
Song Pingcun seemed to have no intention of becoming a leader in Blue Star. Apart from Xiuzhentang Academy, which he strongly advocated, he really didn’t ask for anything in particular. However, the fact that there are no ordinary people in the inner city of Songji City has caused many sects and countries to begin to follow suit. It is not that they think this has any meaning, but that Blue Star has been shrouded in a layer of knowledge that everyone knows for more than ten years. But the repression will not be expressed in words.
It’s not scary to practice without years. If you practice without results, that’s despair! No one can make a conclusion right now about whether the path advocated by Song Pingcun is correct or not. However, judging from the past ten years, the probability of this path being feasible is relatively high.
Therefore, no one wants to be choked by Xiuzhentang Academy. Fortunately, the Southern Continent still has the intimidation of the Shuxian Sect to dominate the crowd in the last sect ranking competition. However, other continents and overseas island alliances do not seem to have changed much, but the increasing number of students every year already indicates various intentions.
When these students enroll this year, some things will inevitably change or be clarified.
"What is the purpose of your coming to the academy? Can you tell me?" Wu Haifeng asked tentatively.
"Mr. Wu, there is nothing to say. What your mentor has to do is what I have to do. The difference is that you will be trapped by thousands of years of practice, and I have a blank sheet of paper." Song Pingzi didn't mind. It was Wu Haifeng who suggested the purpose and the origin of his current bachelor's degree.
"Then I even helped out!" Wu Haifeng was stunned and smiled. It's really a coincidence.
"In the future, we will need Mr. Wu's help!" Song Pingzi bowed again.
Wu Haifeng reached out and lifted Song Pingzi's hand, "It's all for myself, no need to be polite."
