The weather has cleared up, and the snow in the imperial capital of Luoyang has finally melted. The snow on the eaves has become sparse, and the snow water is dripping down the branches. It sounds like a light rain, and the air has become cold and moist. wet.
Many days have passed since the battle between He An and Sun Biao. Afterwards, Sun Biao fulfilled his promise and asked someone to send He An a hundred taels of silver notes. The competition between the two became a topic of conversation among the students after dinner, and also caused a stir in Zhixing Academy. The craze for martial arts began.
Naturally, students with spiritual talent are not willing to lag behind, and their enthusiasm for studying martial arts is at an all-time high. The door of the martial arts teacher's room is often knocked on, and students even come to ask for advice late at night.
Those who have no talent for spiritual practice study hard in the liberal arts college, hoping to get a good ranking in the freshman exam and get a spiritual elixir, so that they can be reborn and enter martial arts again.
He An has become a popular figure in the new generation of Zhixing Academy. Recently, wherever he goes, he is greeted enthusiastically by strange students, and some proactive and bold female students even look at him with admiration.
The people of the Dachen Empire are martial arts, and every young man who knows nothing about sorrow dreams of being able to fight swords in the world and enjoy grudges. He An's demeanor in the ring satisfied all their imaginations of a warrior. He was handsome, young and promising, so it was no wonder that they fell in love with him.
There was an endless stream of students coming to visit him every day to ask for advice. He An was not used to this. He was warmly received at first. Later, he found that these unnecessary entertainments affected his study and practice, so he simply hid or stayed at home.
Fan Dazhi, on the other hand, often held a cup of tea and chatted with some visiting students with a smile. As he gradually got acquainted with him, some people even invited him to have a drink. This guy actually enjoyed it and his personality gradually became more cheerful and lively. , He An couldn't help but be surprised.
In the past few days, a major event shocked the government and the public. Tang Zan, the Grand Tutor, returned to his hometown after serving as an official.
Tang Zan was originally the magistrate of Pujiang County, Chengdu County. He was an upright and selfless man. He spent all his wealth to follow the late emperor and raise an army to revolt, and he made great achievements.
Because Taifu was loyal to the country and dared to offend Yan Zhijian, the late emperor Zhao Zhen once praised him highly. He often said, "Using history as a mirror, you can know the ups and downs, and using Zan as a mirror, you can understand gains and losses!"
Since Emperor Chen Zhao Chang succeeded to the throne, he has also respected the Taifu very much, praising him as "a noble character and the pillar of the country!" At the morning meeting, Emperor Chen expressed his reluctance to leave the Taifu. Looking back on the past, Chen The emperor's voice was heavy and his eyes were full of tears. The Taifu was old and often homesick for his fallen leaves to return to his roots. He refused to spend his old age in the imperial capital. Emperor Chen had no choice but to allow him to return to his hometown.
Another theory was quietly circulated in the court. It was said that it was a memorial written by the Grand Tutor, which made Emperor Chen very unhappy. The memorial contained strong words against the evils of the times, and included "trickling the people and attacking crimes", "arrogance and extravagance", and "cliques". "Controversy" and many other sensitive words made Emperor Chen angry and dismissed this first-rank official in the dynasty.
Grand Tutor Tang Zan had always had a close personal relationship with Imperial Master Li Xingzhi, and they highly respected Zhixing Academy. When the emperor allowed the Cui family to build Longmen Academy, Grand Tutor was also the strongest opponent in the court.
Many people in the court thought of this, and when they looked at the whole incident, they immediately tasted something unusual. "Cronie quarrels bring disaster to the party." His Majesty the Emperor acted vigorously and directly deposed a generation of national veterans. Is this going to change again?
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, there was an ox cart and a servant. The white-haired Taifu stood in the cold wind and held up his hands. He boarded the cart and left sadly, making the farewell officials sigh...
In the court hall, everyone was in danger for a moment. Many people went to the memorial hall and began to carefully consider their words. A cold wave seemed to spread as the snow melted and the ice disappeared. This winter, Luoyang City, the imperial capital, seemed to have become extremely cold. .
He An sat in his seat and listened carefully to the teacher on the stage. Teacher Lin Qiuchi was teaching today. As one of the few female teachers in Zhixing Academy, Lin Qiuchi attracted the attention of many students. She taught the most interesting things to the students. Headache spell.
Her black hair was pulled into a woman's bun at the back of her head, wrapped in a blue and white square handkerchief, and she wore a blue robe with a double-breasted front. Her face was beautiful, with only some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Lin Qiuchi, who looked to be in his thirties, stood there. On stage, his voice was as cold as the cold wind outside.
"Everyone got the three arithmetic questions in yesterday's test wrong...only Fan Dazhi got them all right!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a buzz of discussion below. Some people secretly looked at Fan Dazhi's obese appearance and couldn't help but snicker secretly.
Lin Qiuchi didn't say anything. When the place below gradually became quiet, the clear voice sounded again.
"Spells come from the heart, and you can't judge a book by its cover!"
This sentence is obviously a compliment to Fan Dazhi.
"Open your own test paper. The third question is "How to measure the height of Zhixing Tower". Let's see what your answers are. There are many answers, some of which are simply too whimsical to read!"
Lin Qiuchi's face was expressionless, but his voice was particularly stern: "In this case... I really don't understand, how can some people make fun of others?"
She rubbed her clean palms, removed the ruler on the desk, and glanced at the students indifferently.
"Fan Dazhi's answer is to use only a wooden stick and a ruler. Plug the wooden stick next to the Zhixing Building in the sun. When the shadow of the stick is as long as the stick, measure the length of the shadow of the Zhixing Building and the bottom surface of the Zhixing Building. Half of the side length, and adding the two lengths together is the height of Zhixing Tower.”
Lin Qiuchi finished speaking calmly and added: "This is the best answer I have seen in ten years!"
The audience was completely silent for a moment, and some people looked at Fan Dazhi with obviously different eyes.
"The most taboo thing in reading is to read rote books. Knowing their principles and applying them well is the way to do good! Maybe some people are very disdainful and think that learning arithmetic is of no use, but do you know that there once was a master who was proficient in arithmetic? By measuring the height of the valley of Jiufeng Mountain, the coverage of the fog in the valley, and the length and depth of nearby rivers, people only used a few combinations of calculations in magic to build a "Nine Palaces Ecstasy" based on the terrain, trapping hundreds of thousands of people from the former Daliang Kingdom. Soldiers and horses..."
All the students in the audience were in an uproar. Accompanied by gasps, gasps, buzzing comments and many other sounds, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.
"The master who is proficient in magic is Li Xingzhi, the dean of Zhixingyuan!"
After Lin Qiuchi said this calmly, he picked up a stack of handouts on the desk and left quietly.
The school building became noisy again. He An couldn't help but feel a little confused when he looked at the test paper in his hand. There were three questions, one was answered correctly, another was wrong, and another was solved correctly but the result was wrong. The teacher gave Approved half a pair.
There was a buzz in He An's mind. The students around him were talking loudly about something. He couldn't hear it at all. Only the teacher's words when he left were repeated in his mind.
"The master who is proficient in magic is Li Xingzhi, the dean of Zhixingyuan!"
It turns out that the legendary National Master Li Xingzhi not only reached the peak of martial arts cultivation, but was also proficient in magic!
Perhaps there are only such outstanding people in this world who can know everything and know everything. After all, I am too dull in qualifications...
"Hey...hey! Brother, why are you so stupid? Help me, how do you solve this problem?"
Han Chanjuan frowned and tapped the table with her fingers, interrupting He An's thoughts.
He glanced at Han Chanjuan's test paper and saw that all three questions were wrong, and the question he asked himself was also wrong.
"My eldest brother doesn't know either, so I'd better ask your second brother!"
He An couldn't laugh or cry, and pointed to the side, only to find that Fan Dazhi's seat was empty. At some point, the person had disappeared.
The school building has recently rearranged its seats, with most girls sitting in the front row. Ding Wenruo still chose the corner seat by the window. Fan Dazhi and He An sat at the same table, sitting side by side behind a group of girls.
Han Chanjuan deliberately chose a seat in the front row of He An. She occasionally turned her head during class, glanced at the two brothers, and quietly placed a handful of snacks on He An's table with her little hand behind her back. Most of them were eaten by Brother Fan.
At this time, Brother Fan was sticking his butt out, holding a bamboo clip holding a charcoal fire in his hand and pulling something in the brazier. Next to him were cross-eyed Zhuge Guagua, Xu Zhen and a large group of people. After a long while, Fan Dazhi pulled out a few A roasted dark potato, everyone burst into cheers...
Fan Dazhi held the hot potato and kept turning it around. He returned to his seat with a smile on his face. He couldn't wait to peel off the roasted black skin, blowing the hot air and handed it to He An. He An smiled and shook his head. Fan Dazhi was not polite and devoured it. Eat up.
The potato burned his mouth, and Fan Dazhi breathed in the cold air. He ate with relish, and his mouth made a squeaking sound. He wiped a handful of snot from his nose, and there were black marks on his face and lips stained by charcoal ash on his hands. His whole person suddenly felt He turned into a fat little black man with a mustache, making the girls who looked at him cover their mouths and laugh.
"Oops! Brother Fan, you must have been reincarnated as a hungry ghost in your last life, right? Here you go, wipe your face clean later, and I want you to give me a lecture!"
Looking at Fan Dazhi's appearance, Han Chanjuan couldn't help but cover her mouth with her delicate hands, her eyes smiled like crescent moons, and she threw a clean handkerchief over. Han Chanjuan is now familiar with Fan Dazhi, and they often joke with each other.
He An flipped through an old "Daliang Kaili Collection", which contained masterpieces by famous calligraphers of the former Daliang Dynasty. This book was brought to him by teacher Ding Feiyong from Wen Ruo.
When He An was upset in the past, he would slowly calm down after reading these copybooks. He An had copied each copybook in this book countless times and knew it by heart. It was time to return it to Teacher Ding.
Ding Wenruo was dressed in white, sitting quietly in front of the window. His temperament was demure and elegant, like a white lotus in the noisy crowd.
Seeing He An approaching, Ding Wenruo's eyes fell on the "Daliang Kaili Collection" he was holding in his hand. With a smile on his lips, he reached out and took out another ancient book from the desk.
"What a coincidence. My father asked me to bring you this book. My father said that you have been studying the "Daliang Collection" for several months and you can continue reading this one!"
Ding Wenruo whispered softly and handed over the old book, but it was a copy of "Longmen Dharma Notes".
"I originally wanted to give it to you after school, but unexpectedly... you just came to return the books! What a coincidence!"
Ding Wenruo pulled back the hair on his temples and watched as He An held the "Daliang Kaili Collection" in his hands, placed it on his desk, and then took the "Longmen Dharma Tie" in his hand.
"Thank you, Wen Ruo! Please thank Teacher Ding for me!"
He An's gentle voice made Ding Wenruo feel warm in this cold winter, but at that moment, her fingers touched his fingertips, which made her cheeks feel a little warm for no reason.
The class bell rang in time, Ding Wenruo nodded in a panic, and He An had turned back to his seat.
