In his previous life, when he was in school, Chu Xiu had listened to many lectures that were very informative. After graduation, through TV, live broadcasts, videos, etc., he also watched some talk shows of technology and wealthy people.
At first, when he was young and ignorant, he only thought that these successful and famous people were sharing their lives; the more he listened, the more he understood:
This is not sharing life, this is clearly showing off!
For example…
I have severe prosopagnosia and I can’t tell whether my wife is pretty or not.
I have never touched money, I have no interest in money!
Young people should not be too ambitious. They should be down-to-earth and set a small goal first. For example, I will earn 100 million in three years.
Peking University is also okay.
We are an ordinary family, our house is a bit bigger at most...
"Now, is it my turn?"
On the way down the mountain, Chu Xiu’s steps were very brisk.
Apart from being happy, I can’t help but feel a little emotional:
It’s really the butt that determines the head.
Back then, he was a listener and spectator. When he saw the big guys pretending to be cool, sometimes he wanted to rush up and give these big guys a slap in the face, or he fantasized about grabbing the microphone and giving them a good fight.
Now, as a disciple from the back school, he was about to give a speech, and all he was thinking about was how to put on this show in a high-sounding way.
As for teaching these inner and outer courtyard disciples? Chu Xiu felt that if someone could wake up and become enlightened after listening to one class, then he would probably be able to awaken in the future even if he didn't listen to this class.
Listening to you is worth ten years of reading... This situation is either an ideal state or a compliment;
In most cases, it should be... Listening to what you have to say, if you listen to what you have to say, it will be a waste of time.
The entire Zhuque Academy rang with the sound of ancient bells calling for disciples.
All the disciples who were still in the academy walked out immediately and gathered in the square.
At the front of this large square, there is a six-foot-tall white jade statue, lifelike.
All the disciples were talking about it, and they were all curious about the reason why the ancient bell rang.
"Mr. Houshan Thirteen, you are about to give a lecture." An old master with a white beard said leisurely. His voice was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to every corner of the entire square.
Because of this, everyone gathered in the square knew that Mr. Thirteen Chu Xiu would teach everyone next.
"He won't poison us like Mr. Twelve, right?" A disciple from the inner courtyard who had experienced Tang Jiabao's teaching four years ago had a slumped face, obviously recalling some very bad memories. .
"Don't worry, it won't happen." An older disciple from the inner courtyard smiled and said, "Every gentleman in the back mountain teaches in a different way."
Below the six-foot jade statue.
A group of new inner court disciples gathered here.
Xia Chuxue, the landlady, Zhu Yourong, and Zhou Xueqi gathered together.
"Chu Xiu is teaching?" Xia Chuxue and the landlady looked at each other, with a bit of weirdness flashing in their eyes.
Although Chu Xiu has become a disciple in the back school, and can even be said to have become a legend, in their eyes, Chu Xiu is still Chu Xiu.
"Teaching..." The scene from last night appeared in Zhu Yourong's mind, and an imperceptible blush appeared under his cold face.
"..."
…
In front of the back mountain, in a pavilion.
A group of disciples from the Back Mountain also gathered here immediately after hearing the bell ringing.
"This kid can't teach you how to recite poems and compose poems, right?" Tang Jiabao said with a smile. Recalling the scene where he taught in the square four years ago, his smile became brighter.
He remembered that there was an inner court disciple who was over fifty years old and wanted to directly challenge him with force, but the challenge lasted all day.
Mr. Eighth Qi Yi shook his head, "Probably not. I guess he might tell about his cultivation experience in the first realm."
"In the first level...he is indeed invincible." Tang Jiabao nodded.
The third gentleman, Zhang Liang, touched his chin, "Why do I think this kid might not take the usual path?"
"It is indeed possible." Mr. Seven Duanmu Yaoyao nodded.
Next to her, Duoya Cailin looked curiously at the square at the foot of the mountain. At a glance, it was dark and full of human heads.
"What will be taught in the lecture?" Duoya Cailin was also a little curious.
Chu Xiu came to the lake where he had fished twice and saw that the old man named Xie was still fishing here, and he couldn't help but smile.
He had a good impression of the old man named Xie.
"Thank you, senior." Chu Xiu approached and bowed his hands.
The old man named Xie smiled and said, "You're welcome."
Chu Xiu grinned and said directly: "This junior is about to teach all the disciples in the academy. I wonder if the senior has any experience that he can pass on to the juniors?"
"Back Mountain, in their minds, is a holy mountain." The old man surnamed Xie said softly, "You are a disciple of Back Mountain. You need to let them understand why you are the one who entered the Back Mountain."
Chu Xiu nodded thoughtfully, "This junior probably knows what to do."
"Go ahead, I'm looking forward to it." The old man named Xie said with a smile.
"I am looking forward too."
Chu Xiu grinned, strode down the mountain, walked out of the thick white fog, and appeared at the foot of the mountain.
Uh-huh!
The disciples from the inner and outer courtyards gathered in the square all looked at Chu Xiu.
The entire square instantly became silent.
"At times like this, it would be nice to have some background music."
Chu Xiu walked towards the square unhurriedly, climbed the stone steps, and came to the six-foot-tall jade statue.
Under the attention of all the people, Chu Xiu softly uttered one word:
"sit."
The sound spread throughout the square.
All the disciples from the inner and outer courtyards were sitting cross-legged on the ground.
Their eyes were always on Chu Xiu.
"Second senior brother just told me that the reason why the disciples from the back mountain are called sir is because every disciple from the back mountain will give a class here."
Chu Xiu stood under the six-foot-tall statue, his eyes scanning the entire square, "On the way down the mountain, I thought a lot, and I always felt that on such an occasion, I should... die without saying anything surprising."
The entire Zhuque Academy was silent, as if they were echoing what Chu Xiu said.
"Second senior brother also said that I need to use some older inner and outer courtyard disciples here to establish my authority." Chu Xiu smiled and said, "I don't think it is necessary."
"..."
A strange look flashed in some people's eyes.
In a high pavilion in front of the mountain.
Mr. Wang Quan’s face turned a little dark.
Chu Xiu's voice continued, "The fact that I can stand here has proven many things, and there is no need to rely on anyone to establish authority.
I don’t think you will question the dean’s vision. "
"..."
The whole square was silent.
The older disciples who were originally eager to give it a try gave up their thoughts and at the same time cursed Chu Xiu in their hearts as a "chicken thief".
Even the dean has mentioned it. If they still take action, wouldn't that mean they are questioning the dean's vision?
"Do you all think what I said is right?" Chu Xiu's voice became louder, "It seems that in your eyes, the dean is invincible and never makes mistakes."
The silent silence spreads.
Even the pavilion where the disciples from the back mountain gathered was completely quiet.
"I said, Dean, there are strengths and weaknesses!"
