As the end of the year approached, Yunhu had to put aside his research on the Great Dao without knowing it. He got out of the pile of books in the library and began to conduct the year-end summary of the academy with the gentlemen of the Qingniu Academy.
The school will be closed at the end of the year, and classes will not resume until about February next year, followed by spring recruitment in March.
The long months in between were the rest time for the teacher and his students.
In fact, compared to Wenhua Academy, things at Qingniu Academy are much simpler.
Wenhua College will conduct year-end assessments. First, small tests will be conducted within each college, and then the top 30 students will be selected to conduct a large-scale exam. Finally, based on the results of the selected students, the difficulty of the major exam will be re-established and Wenhua College will conduct a year-end assessment. General exam.
Except for third-year students, this general examination will affect their graduation evaluation. For other students, it is generally extremely relaxing.
The gentlemen also let loose and often asked some weird questions.
For example, in the first thirty questions given by the School of Mathematics and Physics to the Cultural Institute, the alleys in Nanyi City were extremely smooth due to years of walking. Suppose the dean, Qingxiang, was drunk and drove a Feixian at a constant speed. Above, please tell me how hard a kick is needed to stop this old drunkard.
The students at the Cultural Institute looked at it and said, "Fuck you," and handed over the blank papers with their hands.
The Fengwuyuan is even more bizarre. Taoist saint Li Queyi once went to Nantuo at the southern end of Huangliang. In the endless deep ocean, he saw a talking sponge. I asked him what specialties he ate in it.
The gentlemen from the Cultural Institute looked around and saw these questions they had asked. Well, well, well, this is the test, right? The backhand is to write a parallel essay within an hour, starting with the old county of Qiuyang and the new mansion of Nanyi. Requirements can last forever.
In short, from the beginning to the end of the question, it was all about pulling your hair and stepping on your toes.
Of course, those who are unlucky after taking exams are those students who have not yet taken the final exam.
A student once wrote such a diary about this situation.
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Two days.
Today I feel the boredom of exams more deeply. Some fart nonsense is forced on us to remember!
My friend left, and I felt quite lonely.
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Thirteenth day.
There was a strong wind last night, and it still didn't let up today, and it became even stronger.
Nanyi City is a good place, but the strong wind at the end of every year is really annoying.
Didn't do anything meaningful - Damn, these bastard gentlemen, not only don't they know they are discouraged, but they take exams all day long, either you take exams or I take exams, what the hell are they doing?
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Of course, the last student became a teacher in the college after graduation.
The dragon slayer will probably become the evil dragon.
Of course, the wailing of Wenhua Academy has little to do with Qingniu Academy.
What do things in the human world have to do with our spiritual world?
It's just that the end of the year at Qingniuyuan is not easy either.
Because after all, only third-year students in Wenhua College face graduation pressure.
Qingniu Academy conducts overall grading directly from first grade to third grade.
If you learn well, you will become an official.
Those who practice well will enter the Sword Sect.
The gentlemen of Qingniuyuan will divide students into different levels according to their cultivation progress.
The top ten people will be recommended to major cultivation places in Huai'an.
For example, Mr. Xie was once a student in the academy. After entering Taoism, he went to Qingtian Taoism.
Therefore, although the Qingniu Courtyard was not as noisy as the Wenhua Courtyard, the atmosphere was more tense.
Gentlemen from many schools of thought in Qingniu Academy were sitting by the stream beside the lecture platform. There were piles of each student's one-year practice progress booklet beside them. Yunhu didn't know who was sitting at the bottom, which was at the end of the stream.
The gentlemen in the upper reaches will grade those rosters in turn, and the rosters from each school will be divided into groups, and finally fall into the hands of Yunhu Shizhi, a senior gentleman from Qingniu Academy, for final evaluation.
This kind of thing is very cautious. After all, if you choose a poor seedling and send it to those cultivation places, it will naturally damage the reputation of Xuansheyuan when it is sent back.
Therefore, even though these booklets have been reviewed and summarized for several days, gentlemen are still very cautious when grading.
Therefore, although there are not many people in the third grade of Qingniu Academy, such a rating will still take a long time.
Although Mr. Xie is the fifth master of the Taoist school, he still sits at the end of the stream, which is the upper level of Yun Huzhi.
After all, this is a rare practitioner of the Nine Realms in the courtyard.
It would take a long time for the upstream brochure to float down, and Mr. Xie was carefully looking at the brochure in his hand.
"One year of Qi, three years of Zhoutian." Mr. Xie chuckled softly, and then used the end of the pen booklet to write the sentence "Graduation B", put it into the stream, and turned to look at the clouds at the bottom. Wu Shi smiled and said, "It's just right to live in this world."
Yun Huzhidao was sitting downstream with his hands on his hands, probably still wandering in his mind. When he heard Mr. Xie's words, he woke up, smiled and said, "Maybe it's true."
Then I opened the booklet, read it carefully for a long time, and reached the last page.
I looked at the row of graduating students in front of me, and then I skipped Mr. Xie’s sentence about graduating with a B grade. After thinking about it for a while, I wrote at the end—Graduating with a C grade. I am naturally smart in this life, but unfortunately I don’t have enough roots in the world. There are no recommended places for the time being. You can transfer to Wenhua College to retake it for three years, waiting for the spring examination in Huai'an, or find another way in the world. In December of the year 103, Yunhu doesn't know the final evaluation.
After finishing writing, he put the booklet next to him and continued to wander with his hands - probably still thinking about his great research.
As for Mr. Xie's statement about graduating with a second grade, it is not a strange thing.
When the Qingniu Academy is finalized, such a person is often needed to buffer the rating.
Just imagine, after studying hard for three years, the result is that one page of "Graduation B" is missing. After all, it doesn't look good, so someone needs to mention it and give it a "B" grade. If the gentlemen in front of me If it has already been rated a B grade, Mr. Xie will naturally evaluate it truthfully. If it is all D grades, Mr. Xie will naturally give a superior evaluation.
Vice versa is also true.
If someone gets an A grade all the way, Mr. Xie will naturally give some low praise.
It is difficult to graduate with first-class grades.
When Mr. Xie graduated, he also had a B grade, but fortunately, he was rated A grade in the end, and he was finally recommended to go to Qingtian Dao.
In recent years, only Yun Zhusheng, the son of Mr. Fengwuyuan Yun Haichao, who had graduated from the top level, was recommended to go to Shanhe Guanzong - naturally no one wanted to go to Hezong.
The gentlemen have been reviewing for a whole day before they have finished reviewing the books of the students from Qingniu Academy. Then a group of gentlemen went to the small bamboo garden holding the brochures.
Matters in the Wenhua Courtyard are naturally decided in the courtyard by Mr. Zeng, the vice-president, while matters in the Qingniu Courtyard usually go through the hands of the Prime Minister, unless he is away.
When he arrived at Xiaozhuyuan, Qingxiang was naturally drinking wine and wiping his beloved little flying fairy in the yard.
It wasn't until the gentlemen from Qingniuyuan arrived that he stopped, held a wine bottle and sat cross-legged aside, and said with a smile: "Are you done?"
Yun Huzi nodded and handed the selected booklets to the Prime Minister.
The Prime Minister sat there drinking and watching for a long time, but he didn't have much thought. He nodded and said, "That's it, you can just go back and decide on the quota."
The gentlemen nodded and took the book handed back by the Prime Minister.
But just as he was about to leave Xiaozhuyuan, he heard the Prime Minister say from behind: "By the way, the Jian Sect has given Lingnan two places among the ten places."
All the gentlemen were stunned for a moment.
Yun Hu didn't look surprised at all, but he probably wasn't listening to these things either. After handing those books to the Prime Minister, he continued to carry out his fugue plan with his hands folded aside.
"Lingnan? Lingnan Sword Sect? Which sword sect in Lingnan?"
The gentlemen were a little confused.
The Prime Minister said casually: "Any sword sect can do it."
The gentlemen naturally smiled bitterly and said: "Of course any sword sect is fine, but the students of the sword school probably won't be willing to go to a place like Lingnan."
Qingxiang stood up and continued to look at where his Feixian had not been wiped clean. He said with a smile: "The quota will be given to Lingnan. As for whether they go or not, whether Lingnan is willing to accept them or not has nothing to do with the courtyard."
The gentlemen were silent for a while, then walked out of the small bamboo garden with the book in their arms.
Yun Hu didn't know that he was at the end because he was wandering in his mind, and Mr. Xie followed behind the other gentlemen, looking at Yun Hu in a strange way.
The group of people walked farther and farther in the bamboo forest path, and the two of them were gradually left behind.
However, the gentlemen didn't care. After the rating, the remaining thing was to draw up the recommendation quota. Yunhu didn't know whether Yunhu was there or not, and it didn't matter. As for Mr. Xie, he had never been too lazy to participate in such things in previous years.
"It seems that Mr. Yunhu has some ideas recently."
Mr. Xie and Yun Huzhi walked slowly for a long time, and then said with a soft smile.
Unexpectedly, Yun Hu came back to his senses, looked at Mr. Xie beside him, and said, "What did Mr. Xie just say?"
Mr. Xie sat down on a bamboo chair beside the bamboo forest path and said softly: "Mr. Yunhu must be thinking of joining Taoism?"
Yunhu nodded and said, "That's true. It seems that sir has felt the flow of the vitality of heaven and earth."
Mr. Xie chuckled and said, "Yes."
Unexpectedly, Yunhu also finished it, looked up at the sky and said, "I have really been feeling the Qi recently, but it's probably because of the influence of that young man that I always feel that the Qi is coming a little slowly."
Mr. Xie didn't say anything, he just looked down at the bamboo leaves, thought for a long time, and said, "Do you understand your research on the Avenue of Immortality?"
Yun Huzi laughed softly and said: "It's not that simple. It's just that for some things, you probably need to enter the Tao first before you can know it more clearly, so I plan to go to the Tao first to take a look."
I plan to go to Zhuojiantai and take a look at the avenue first.
This is probably the most confident words in the world with the calmest words.
Mr. Xie was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Is the way to immortality really feasible?"
Yunhu sensed some sadness in Mr. Xie's tone. After looking at him for a long time, he realized that Mr. Xie was not outstanding in the courtyard. The only thing worth mentioning was that he was in the ninth realm of the small path.
Mr. Qingniuyuan, who is a good friend of Mr. Mei, probably likes to sit in the apricot blossom forest in Qingniuyuan most on weekdays.
It’s just that it’s already December, and the apricot flowers have naturally faded.
Yunhu looked at it for a long time, but didn't say anything. He just turned around and thought about it and said, "Maybe it's feasible, I don't know."
Mr. Xie suddenly sighed twice and said softly: "Immortality, longevity."
Yun Hu didn't know what he was doing before he looked at Mr. Xie and said, "Sir, he seems to have some stories to tell."
Mr. Xie shook his head, smiled slightly, and said, "It's just a little emotional."
People who probably have stories but don’t want to tell them, when asked, always like to say it’s just emotion.
Yunhu didn't know and didn't ask.
Both of them looked up at the bamboo forest.
"There may be some movement in Lingnan in the future." Mr. Xie said softly: "Otherwise, the dean would not suddenly give Lingnan two places."
Yunhu thought about the Lingnan sword cultivators who died outside Nanyi City, and said softly: "Maybe he just feels that the world is ashamed of Lingnan."
Mr. Xie was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Yes."
During the battle outside Nanyi City, Mr. Xie was naturally also at the city gate, but due to the special situation of Xuansheyuan, they did not participate in the main battlefield.
Nearly a million people in Huangliang died outside Nanyi City.
Lingnan sword cultivators naturally put in a lot of effort.
Mr. Xie chuckled softly again and said: "In the final analysis, maybe Lingnan is the place for sword cultivation worthy of the name of the Human Sword Sect. The Human Sword Sect goes farther and farther, and goes higher and higher, although it is still in the human world. , but after all, too much has passed in this world.”
Yun Huzi said slowly: "Maybe so." Then he looked at Mr. Xie and said, "It seems that Mr. Xie is also a person who looks at the world."
Mr. Xie said softly: "He is just a melancholy person."
Yunhu looked at Mr. Xie for a long time, and then said softly: "Speaking of which, I still don't know your name."
Mr. Xie chuckled softly and said, "It's just the name, it's not important. It's fine if he is Mr. Wu of Qingniuyuan."
Yun Huzi said, "If you don't know how to do it, please call me Mr. Xie."
Mr. Xie laughed and said, "How can such a coincidence happen?"
The two of them sat there laughing.
The laughter gradually disappeared and became quieter, but it seemed that I was not passionate but was annoyed by the ruthlessness.
"Mr. Do you know about the recent news in the world?" Yunhu probably chatted for a long time, and did not continue to wander on his way, talking about some idle matters.
"I heard that Mr. Yunhu is a little worried?"
Mr. Xie looked at Yun Hu and said.
Yun Huzi said softly: "That's true. When the dean heard Fengtai talk about it that day, his expression was very solemn, but I actually don't understand - is the Lingnan Sword Sect incident really so serious?"
Mr. Xie sighed and said, "Yes. The Sword Sect and Your Majesty are the most important link between the two clans in the human world."
"I thought that after a thousand years, people in the world should have gotten used to this."
Yun Huzhi said slowly.
Mr. Xie said softly: "But after all, we are of the same stream but different ways. The difference between humans and monsters is difficult to erase, so there will always be some gaps. Although I also like the words that the demon master left to the world, everyone has their own beauty, and everyone has their own beauty. , beauty and beauty are shared, the world is unified, but the world cannot be unified, the most obvious thing is the longevity."
"Lifespan?" Yun Huzi looked at Mr. Xie and said with some confusion.
Mr. Xie turned his head and glanced at Yun Huzhi, who only focused on studying the road. He smiled softly and said, "For example, if you are a young woman in your twenties, you fall in love with someone. After a few decades, you will grow old. And that man is still young and rejuvenated, like a young man, so what’s the explanation for this?”
Yun Huzi shook his head and said sincerely: "I don't know."
"The monster race has a long lifespan. It is naturally worthy of praise to stay alone in the world for thousands of years. To put it cruelly and ruthlessly, after thousands of years, maybe even the face of the smiling man under the hijab will not be the same. Remember, it would be too pitiful to guard this kind of human world - deep affection naturally exists, but not everyone in the world can be like this. Human beings like to praise the people they love, but the praise of love cannot become something that restricts life and freedom. Time, for example, there are many differences after all, so it is impossible to achieve unity." Mr. Xie said calmly.
Yun Hu was silent for a long time, then looked at Mr. Xie and said, "Is this your story?"
Mr. Xie smiled softly and said, "It's just some opinions."
"so?"
"So I think it would be a good thing if people in the world can pursue immortality together." Mr. Xie said softly. "Only immortality can make the world go further."
Mr. Xie looked at Yun Huzi and said softly: "So in today's world, it is not enough to just be of the same flow. The sword sect in the world cannot always suppress the turmoil between the two clans. Whoever can solve this situation can be a saint."
After hearing what Mr. Xie said, Yun Hu shook his head and chuckled softly: "It is a great injustice for the world to ask a saint to ask the world. When Mr. Xie said this, Yun Hu felt that there was a heavy burden on his shoulders."
Mr. Xie stood up and looked at the flying bamboo leaves on the ground. There was a lot of chill in the wind. The second snow in the south might not be far away.
"Sir, of course, you are not a human being. He carries the wind and snow on your shoulders and guides the world. But I can only leave this matter to you, sir."
The former eldest gentleman of Qingniuyuan, now the fifth gentleman, turned around and bowed to Yunhu Shizi rather solemnly.
Yun Huzi looked at Mr. Xie in front of him, was silent for a long time, and said softly: "What if the way to immortality is impossible?"
Mr. Xie sighed softly: "I don't know."
Unexpectedly, Yun Hu also stood up and walked on the path with Mr. Xie.
"Sir, sitting alone in the apricot blossom forest, are you worried about this?" Yun Huzi looked at Mr. Xie and said.
Mr. Xie shook his head with a smile and said: "Such a thing is naturally not something I can accomplish. No matter how much I think about it, it is in vain. I just happened to think of my husband's way of immortality and was touched by it."
"Sir, have you really never fallen in love with a demon girl?"
Yun Huzi looked at Mr. Xie and said with a smile.
Mr. Xie said sincerely: "Indeed not."
Yun Hu felt that he might have been led astray by the old man Qing Xiang, and he became curious about such things for no reason.
Yunhu thought there for a long time, and was about to ask Mr. Xie if he was the demon who fell in love with a human woman. When he looked up, he found that Mr. Xie had already walked away.
"Sir, are you going to sit in the apricot forest again?"
Yunhu didn't know but didn't ask about that matter again.
Mr. Xie nodded on the path and said, "Go and sit in the apricot forest."
