I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

"Right now, there is an errand for you."

Mr. Wu Yun, who was projected by Zhang Dongyun, said indifferently.

Xu Xingzhi bowed and said, "Sir, please speak."

"Teaching." Mr. Wu Yun smiled slightly.

Xu Xingzhi was surprised again.

For him, the former professor of White Horse Academy, teaching and lecturing is really his job.

At this moment, there was even a feeling of anticipation in his heart.

In the city of Chang'an, could there be good seedlings who participated in the study of Confucian classics?

However, after being beaten by Mr. Wu Yun just now, Xu Xingzhi felt uneasy at the moment, feeling that it should be Mr. Wu Yun's test for him, and there would be no such cheap good things.

While guessing in his heart, he replied: "Everything is in accordance with the arrangement of the master."

Mr. Wu Yun nodded slightly: "After you have settled in your residence and packed your luggage, go to the academy in Beicheng, find a person surnamed He, and just listen to his arrangements."

"Yes, sir." Xu Xingzhi said in a deep voice.

In this mysterious city located deep in the mountains, there is actually an academy?

Regardless of the scale, if the rulers of Chang'an City have such a heart, it proves that their plans are not small.

Xu Xingzhi felt that he had come to the right place.

He obeyed the arrangement, followed others to the place where he lived, arranged the shape, and then went out to the neighbors in the north of Chang'an City.

Xu Xingzhi is a practitioner of the sixth realm of Confucianism. He doesn't need to ask people in the city to know the specific location of the academy.

Looking from a distance, Xu Xingzhi saw an illusory aura of Wenhua, soaring straight into the sky.

Get a little closer, and you can hear the faint sound of reading books.

Xu Xingzhi smiled slightly and walked there.

However, as he got closer, Xu Xingzhi frowned secretly.

When he reached the gate of the academy, he stopped and didn't go in immediately.

On the plaque on the door, the four characters of "Chang'an Academy" are written.

The same name as this Chang'an city shows the extraordinaryness of this place.

But Xu Xingzhi observed carefully, but he couldn't feel that there were Confucian practitioners inside.

The sound of books and the spirit of culture are all brought by ordinary scholars.

Here, there are no Confucian practitioners?

Or is it that there are gifted children, but there is no one to teach them?

Or, there are Confucian masters, but I just didn't realize it...Xu Xingzhi was full of doubts.

After gathering his thoughts, he knocked on the courtyard door.

Soon, a porter opened the door and came out, looked Xu Xing up and down: "This gentleman is..."

Xu Xingzhi took a deep breath: "Baima Academy Xu Xingzhi, under the order of Mr. Wu Yun, came here to teach and look for a Mr. He."

The concierge invited him in: "It turned out to be Mr. Wu Yun's arrangement. Please come in, Mr. Xu. Mr. He is currently in class. You may wish to wait a while."

"Can I go to class together?" Xu Xingzhi asked.

"Of course, Mr. He ordered, as long as you don't disturb other people who are attending the class, anyone can go there at any time."

After hearing the other party's answer, Xu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows slightly again.

He held his breath, followed the other party to the classroom, and stood quietly outside the door.

In the classroom, a young man in white is giving a lecture.

There is a large group of students in the dark.

Xu Xingzhi was outside the door, and felt something was wrong without hearing a few words.

He observed carefully and double-checked to be sure that he was not mistaken.

There is a large group of people in this class, all of whom have no Confucian cultivation, or even a little bit of talent and culture.

The talents that have soared to the sky in the academy are just that they read together, published because of the articles, and gathered together.

The origins of this group of students are even more varied.

There are farmers whose faces are flushed by the sun, and there are still dried mud on the cuffs of their trousers.

There are old men with gray hair and cloudy eyes.

There is a commoner Jingchai, a slightly cramped woman.

and so on.

There are children of school age, but not even half of the class.

The content of the lecture given by the young man in white was also extremely simple.

Rather than saying it is an article, it is better to say that it is convenient for the illiterate to read and write.

However, those who teach are attentive, and those who listen are also serious.

Xu Xingzhi watched quietly from the side, and gradually saw the way.

The young man in white is a Confucian practitioner, and his level is not low.

Most of the people who attended the lectures didn’t even know half of the words, let alone a basket.

However, the Confucian brocade embroidered mouth was used by the white-clothed youths in their lectures, forming an almost empowering effect on the students in the classroom.

So the progress and effect of the class are very gratifying.

Xu Xingzhi secretly watched, thoughtful.

After an unknown amount of time, the class was declared over, and the people in the room left in twos and threes.

They went back to their respective homes and were busy with their own affairs.

But everything in the class is slowly changing their lives.

There were still a few people left in the house.

Xu Xingzhi noticed them very early.

Those are a few scholars.

However, he failed to embark on the path of Confucian practice.

Moreover, according to Xu Xingzhi's observation, they should not have the potential to embark on the road of cultivation in the future.

These scholars were from the famine in Longbei County in the past, and their lives were unsustainable, so they fled with the victims and finally came to Chang'an City.

After entering the city, they resumed their old jobs, enrolling students and teaching.

After Zhang Dongyun asked Shen Herong to open Chang'an Academy, these people were all absorbed.

They also listen to Shen Herong's lectures, and then pass it on to others.

There is not only Chang'an Academy in the city, but a network formed around the academy as the center.

In addition, Mr. Wu Yun continued to issue government orders to give preferential treatment to scholars, which made the atmosphere of reading more and more intense in Chang'an City.

After those private school gentlemen left, Xu Xingzhi walked in slowly.

"Mr. He, Xu Xingzhi came here on order."

Shen Herong, who turned into a young man in white, nodded:

"The preparations for the Chengnan branch are about to be completed. You are a practitioner of the sixth realm, and you just happened to go over to preside over it."

It is of course good to be able to form a family of one's own, but Xu Xingzhi is not busy being happy: "Is there a standard for the admission ceremony?"

"There is no standard. All men, women, old and young can go to school." Shen Herong replied: "There are already regulations in the city, and everyone must go to school."

It's really all for the common people... Xu Xingzhi let out a breath slowly: "Actually... there are many ways to verify whether a person has talent potential."

"It doesn't matter whether you have literary talent or not."

Shen Herong said to each other: "The important thing is that everyone can read and write."

"Why did Mr. Wu Yun have such a strange order..." Xu Xingzhi whispered.

Shen Herong looked at him for a while, then smiled suddenly: "This is the order of the Lord Chang'an."

Xu Xing was taken aback, and after a while he bowed to the young man in white in front of him:

"Students must do their best and dare not be negligent. Thank you Mr. He for your guidance."

Shen Herong looked each other up and down, dipped the pen in the ink, and wrote on the paper.

After finishing writing, she handed it to Xu Xingzhi: "This word is for you."

Xu Xingzhi took a look, and was immediately stunned on the spot again.

What's on the paper is:

"Character"

Shen Herong was really unambiguous at all, when he said to give him a "word", the bento was really a "word".

At the beginning of Xu Xing, there was some irony.

But when he looked at the ink on the paper carefully, his eyes gradually became dull, and his spirit was deeply immersed in it.

Shen Herong put down his pen, sat behind the table, and read a book by himself.

The sky outside was gradually getting dark into the night.

The lights in the house were turned on, and Xu Xingzhi woke up suddenly.

"Sir, this word..." He still couldn't take his eyes off the piece of paper.

Shen Herong also didn't take his eyes off the book he was reading:

"Words are the foundation of culture, articles, and civilization. The more I read in recent years, the more I feel that the words themselves are infinitely mysterious and graceful."

"Mr. Xie."

Xu Xingzhi thanked him and left in a daze.

His eyes were still fixed on the paper, and he stumbled when he walked, so that when he went out, the scarf on his head was crooked.

Shen Herong, who didn't care much at first, suddenly frowned slightly, and unconsciously glanced at the back of the other party.

Subconsciously, she wanted to straighten the hat for the other party.

But suddenly realized something, in the end he didn't stand up, but his body moved slightly uncomfortably.

She wanted to open her mouth to remind the other party, but in the end she kept her mouth shut, holding back her stomach, and only sighed.

"It's hard for you to endure so hard."

Zhang Dongyun's figure, without warning, sat in the chair opposite Shen Herong.