Nandao got up at nine o'clock on the second day. Mr. Mei left a note in the concierge, which wrote some things that Nandao needed to do. For example, before the students got up, they had to clean the Xuansha Courtyard. , it looks like a lot, but in fact it is just necessary to clean up the fallen leaves and mud on the path in the courtyard, and then go to Wenhua Academy to prepare some hot water. It is wet and cold in spring, and students in Wenhua Academy will inevitably catch cold. . There's nothing going on at Qingniu Yard and Wugui Yard, so there's generally no need to pay attention to them.
At the end of the note, Mr. Mei also gave a special reminder that he would sleep in late today and come to Xuanshuyuan in the morning.
After Nan Dao got up, he boiled some water and washed himself. He took a broom from the house and started cleaning the yard.
Yesterday, I had only been to the Magnolia Forest on the left and the Tanchun Garden on the right. Nan Dao decided to clean these two places first. It was still dark before dawn, and the lights in the courtyard were still burning. Nan Dao used the lights to bring Tanchun. All the pavilions in the garden were cleaned. When I passed through the plum forest and wanted to clean the three pavilions, I found that the door was locked, so I didn't care anymore, took the broom and went to the magnolia forest on the left.
Many white flowers fell on the cobblestone path. They were large and fragrant. Nan Dao swept them all to the grass beside them, and then went to the corridor deep over there to clean them for a while.
It's a pity that I didn't see the woman in the white dress today.
At the end of the corridor is a small lake. There is an inscription next to it, called Jingsi Lake. It is full of white magnolias on both sides. It is really beautiful. Unfortunately, there are things in the South Island, so I did not stay here and returned to the courtyard of the gate.
Going into the courtyard, there is a bamboo forest path that I have never been to before. There should be the various courtyards of Xuanshu Yuan in there.
Nan Dao cleaned all the way and walked inside. Through the bamboo forest, there was a large pavilion house. Some rooms had dim lights. They must have been where students lived. They were getting up early for morning reading.
Nan Dao bypassed that place and continued walking towards the back. First there was a winding stream, crossed by a wooden bridge, and then there was a courtyard-like existence. On the door of the courtyard was written Cultural Institute, and there were several courtyards on the side. , such as the Institute of Mathematics and Physics, Qingjiao Institute, etc.
Nan Dao initially thought it was a place for teaching. After going in and looking around a few times, he discovered that this was a place where teaching materials and equipment were displayed. The Cultural Institute was okay, but there were some ancient books and so on. The things in the Mathematics and Physics Institute were all kinds of weird, such as mahjong, and some A triangular bamboo board, or some iron shelves, with a copper kettle on it, connected by many iron pipes, and some iron wheels underneath. I don't know what they are used for.
Nan Dao was still looking at the thing curiously, when a deep voice suddenly came from behind him.
"That's the Tian Yan Machine."
Nan Dao was startled, and the broom in his hand fell to the ground. He turned around nervously and saw a gentleman in his fifties standing behind him.
"Nan Dao has met Mr. Nan Dao." Nan Dao saluted.
The teacher nodded, glanced at Nan Dao, and said, "Are you the student yesterday?"
Although he didn't say the word "reject", Nan Dao knew what he meant, nodded and said, "Yes."
"Are you curious about this thing?" Mr. asked, looking at Nan Dao.
Nan Dao scratched his head and said, "I've never seen it before, so I'm really curious."
The gentleman nodded, picked up the broom that fell on the ground, put it aside, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Help me move him out."
Although Nan Dao didn't know what the gentleman was going to do, he still held his umbrella with his neck, squatted in front of the thing, and moved it to the yard.
The gentleman took out the lamp from the garden lamp outside the courtyard, then squatted in front of the Tianyan machine, opened the lid of the copper pot and took a look. There was half a pot of water in it, and put some coal under the copper pot. , after lighting it, he stood beside Nan Dao and said nothing.
Nan Dao stood there confused, not knowing what he was doing.
After a while, the water in the copper pot seemed to be boiling, and the lid moved uneasily, but it seemed that the special structure prevented it from opening on its own. After a while, the Tianyan Machine began to chirp. He started running around in the yard.
Nan Dao stood there dumbfounded, turned to look at the gentleman, and asked intermittently: "First...sir...is this the avenue?"
The gentleman said calmly: "This is the high road in the world."
It took Nandao a long time to recover from the shock.
The coals had burned out, and the Tianyan machine stopped on its own.
The gentleman stood next to Nan Dao and said softly: "I know why you came."
Nan Dao held the umbrella, looked at his husband, and said, "You know?"
The husband nodded and said, "If I said that I could help you solve your problem, would you give up those previous decisions?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "How do you solve this problem, sir?"
"Tackle it from the source."
"Where is the source?"
The gentleman looked at Nan Dao calmly and said, "This is a secret that cannot be explained."
Nan Dao stood silently in the yard for a long time, shook his head gently and said, "I can't trust you sir."
"Why?"
Nan Dao smiled softly and said, "Because I can't understand what you say, nor can I understand your ways. How can you make me trust you?"
The gentleman sighed, turned around and walked out, saying, "Your life is very good. I have some unresolved issues that I need your help with, but since you don't want to, forget it."
Nan Dao stood in the yard, looked at this mysterious gentleman, saluted, and asked, "Who is this gentleman?"
The gentleman stopped at the entrance of the courtyard, put the oil lamp back, and said calmly: "I am not the gentleman of the courtyard."
"That?"
"People like to call me a person who is three feet away from destiny, but my name is actually very simple. I am missing one skill: fortune teller."
When Nan Dao heard the name, he was stunned for a moment. Then he realized what he was doing and hurriedly walked towards the door. The man had already raised his feet.
Nan Dao hurriedly grabbed it, but missed it. The man stepped forward and appeared at the end of the bridge. In the dim sky, with his Taoist robe fluttering, he looked back at Nan Dao.
"Remember, young man, this step is called destiny. Once you take it, you cannot regret it."
The next moment, the man named Bu Suanzi disappeared on the bridge.
Nan Dao stood there in despair. Although he still didn't understand what the man named Bu Suanzi said, he vaguely felt that he seemed to have missed something.
The man named Bu Suanzi was probably the one who made Shushu trapped in Nanyi River.
Nan Dao still remembers Shushu’s words—but of course what he said is true.
This was also the reason why Nan Dao was chased out in the end.
But as Bu Suanzi said.
Once you take this step of destiny, you cannot regret it.
Nan Dao stood blankly at the door for a long time, then turned around and picked up the broom.
He wanted to finish what he was doing before Chen Shi, and then go to Qingniuyuan to listen to Mr. Yunhu's class.
After boiling the hot water in Wenhua Academy and delivering it to the classrooms behind the courtyards, Nan Dao hurried to Qingniu Academy.
Qingniu Courtyard is on the left side of Wenhua Courtyard, behind the white magnolia forest, and you can also go there from Jingsi Lake.
Different from the Wenhua Academy, there are no classrooms here, but small flats separated by streams and apricot blossom trees. The name is Daoting, also known as Daoting.
Perhaps because of the delay in the School of Mathematics and Physics, when Nan Dao arrived, there was a lecture platform that was already overcrowded. There were many students inside, some from previous years, and some recruited in the spring yesterday, on both sides of the stream. Sitting there, Yunhu Zhizi sat at the front. Behind Yunhu Zhizi, many gentlemen were also sitting, including Mr. Xie, who was still chatting with Nan Dao last night.
Nan Dao even saw Zhang Xiaoyu, his face wrapped in some gauze, seemingly injured, sitting at the back sighing. And Mr. Mei, who left a note saying that he was going to sleep in, was actually inside, and his position was very close to the front.
Nan Dao almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood. Why did he want to sleep in? He just wanted Nan Dao to clean the house alone and come here to make progress secretly.
Nan Dao was about to walk over, but he saw an unexpected person.
Cluster blade.
He sat under an apricot tree, and the woman in the white dress sat beside them. Next to the two of them, there were some unknown people with sword intent sitting around them.
The A-shaped Preaching Ping was filled with people, but in contrast, despite the overcrowding, the scene remained completely silent.
Nan Dao thought for a while, secretly bypassed the crowd, waded through the stream of Yiziting, went around to the apricot tree where Cong Ren and the others were, and then sat down with a shy face.
As soon as Nan Dao sat down, he saw many eyes looking over, including Hua Wuxi, who was sitting not far away and had some grievances with Nan Dao. There seemed to be something strange in Hua Wuxi's eyes. He looked at Nan Dao. I just can't see what the idea is.
Nan Dao stared straight ahead, pretending not to see those glances.
The woman in the white dress sat next to her. She seemed to have been sitting there for a long time. There were a lot of apricot blossoms falling on the white dress. The light red color added a bit of spring. There was a faint fragrance, I don't know if it was a person or a flower. Seeing Nan Dao sitting down here, the woman in the white dress was also a little surprised. She looked at Cong Ren and asked, "Master, do you know him?"
Cong Ren didn't even look back and said lazily: "I don't know him."
The woman in the white dress didn't say much.
When Nan Dao heard this, he felt relieved. Cong Ren only said that he didn't know him and didn't say that he would drive him away. Looking at Mr. Mei, who was squeezed in painfully even though he was sitting near the front, Nan Dao thought to himself that it was better to enjoy the shade under the big tree, even though the big tree didn't want to recognize him.
But it is a huge tree after all.
Nan Dao was still sitting happily when he noticed someone looking over at him again.
Look back.
It is Hua Wuxi.
The latter looked here quietly without any expression.
I think I must have heard Cong Ren's words of 'I don't know'.
Nan Dao thought for a while, turned back and ignored him.
Zhang Xiaoyu should still remember that he lent him a lot of money.
Nan Dao thought so.
Yunhu, who was sitting upstream of the stream, coughed lightly.
There was silence in the pulpit.
"Today's first lecture is a preliminary exploration of the starting point of Taoist practice and its stepped hierarchical division model."
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