It was not until a stick of incense that Xun Wenqu's face improved slightly. He let out a long breath of depression to relieve his mood for a long time. He still realized that his heart was depressed and his hair was shook on his forehead. He rarely felt his chest was dull. He calmed down and poured tea by himself. He drank two or three sips to help his mood.

In the court, under one person, the news was naturally the most informative. The young master Xun was attacked shortly after leaving Sutai County. In just two or three days, a letter was handed to Xun Wenqu. After opening the letter, he looked at it and was furious. He was almost sleepless all night. When the sky was white, he was already dressed and went straight to the second-rank official called Qu Lu. He found out that the latter had gone out to wander before dawn. Without saying a word, he quickly walked to the temple here. When he met, he admired the latter three palms one after another.

It’s a blessing that this place is quite secluded. If it were placed in the capital, I’m afraid no one would believe that Xun Xiang, who is usually kind and kind, could not suppress his anger. He was not very close to his face, but he was almost the same age as he raised his hand and beat him without hesitation.

"You Qu Lu followed me to court the first day, and I'm still old. I still remember how I taught you," Xun Wenqu finally spoke, as if his anger was gone, and he had no strength around him, and he put down the celadon teacup. "People are not sages, and there are always differences. Maybe in your opinion, it doesn't matter if it's a small matter. If it falls into the eyes of others, this matter is a big matter like the sky falling. People live in the temple and accompany the king and the tiger. Don't be too arrogant. But after so many years, it seems that you, Qu Lu, have not been in a close mind, so that you have never been able to reach the first level of the current dynasty."

"People have likes and dislikes. In the previous dynasty, there was an emperor who liked wooden tools alone. He summoned countless skilled craftsmen to the imperial city. He also condescends to ask for the ability of mortise and tenon carving wooden tools. Although it is not wise, in addition to such strange preferences, he is also based on meritorious people and has not had much omissions. He was appointed as the saint of heaven, but in the end he also had birth, old age, sickness, ignorance, anger, and suffering. How can you and I hinder many things? What's more, the young master in Xun's family has not yet become a powerful force, and now the most difficult person to deal with is the one in the Qiliang Academy. Maybe the thief is still worried about how to shake the foundation of the country. The ashes have already rekindled. This is the most difficult disaster to deal with."

Qu Lu did not follow up, it was obvious that the finger marks on his face were deep, and it was probably difficult to get rid of it in three or five days, but he did not look angry and lowered his eyebrows for a long time.

"Actually, I just wanted to share some worries for Xun Xiang. My official rank is still at its lowest level, but I saw Xun Xiang's back and back not as tall as a day. I was really worried about it. I had no choice but to make this decision. I hope Xun Xiang should not be accustomed to it. I have never cared about the way of being an official, but I just wanted to do my best."

The sky was already bright, and the birds around were singing lightly. The golden body in the Buddhist temple was dazzling, which made Xun Wenqu’s eyes hurt. He waved his hand helplessly and no longer planned to be scheming with the people in front of him. Instead, he said slowly, "Well, I think that you have never kept a ill-hearted intention, but your behavior is too ungrateful. I will no longer argue with you about this matter. How to resolve this matter in the future will not worry about you. I am the guide, so I always have to wait for these young people to smooth things out when I can struggle for a few days." The monk who always kept silent heard the words of the two people, stopped walking away from outside the thatched cottage, pulled up the hem of the monk's robe, stepped over the very high threshold of the Buddhist temple, walked to the side of the golden body, and silently recited the scriptures.

The monk has not spoken for a full ten years. Today is the same as before, and he has never spoken. However, when he looks at the Buddha's golden body, the golden light surging in his eyes. He no longer recites the scriptures silently. Instead, he stood up again, patted the shoulders of the little shaman beside him, and moved the old threshold covered with moss outside the temple. Then he smiled and sat back in the middle of the temple and half-closed his eyes, as if he was drowsy.

The willow color is green.

Na'an has been in spring for a long time, and many areas have experienced several rains, which has become a bit of a taste of early summer. Originally, long gowns were no longer worn, and many pedestrians on the streets were unwilling to behave, so they rolled up their cuffs to avoid sweating even if they couldn't take a few steps. However, the Qiliang Academy Palace is still in a cool place and does not need to relieve the heat.

The former site of the Qiliang Academy was originally the Shangyang Room in Daqi. In the past, it was dedicated to collecting books. It hollowed out most of the entire mountain and hid it in it. Later, because Daqi fell apart, it was abandoned and scattered for many years. Today, the Emperor Shangqi simply changed this place to a school for high school students in the capital, or poor students with deep knowledge to read the book. Although the number of the former is much higher than the latter, it is still a world where the entire Shangqi students are thinking about it.

Most of the hollowing out of the mountains. I heard that there were countless people and wealth that were spent in those days. There were more than 10,000 strong men who came out of the mountain with stones. Although the mountains were steep and moss, people often fell into the mountain streams, but the strong men still had no complaints. On the one hand, the silver and money salary were extremely generous, and on the other hand, the officials in charge of this matter were ordered by the emperor and said that when these men were getting older, they could come here to review the papers for a year, which was enough to make their children enter the house.

There are many narrow roads in the Qiliang Academy. In the end, they are in the mountains. Although many lands have been formed earlier, they have finally changed into a school. When entering and leaving, they naturally cannot be like the original Shangyang Room. Therefore, there are many stone steps, from bottom to top, and the sun and moon can be seen moving outside the mountain. But in the mountains, they don’t know why the sun is dull, and the fragrance of writing and writing is accompanied by others. It is a very boring task for others. However, for the students who love books and live in Qiliang Academy, they are in this mountain enough to immediately forget the greatness of the world, and the sky falls without any alarm. They regard themselves as the insects in Qianlong Shougong who likes to be humid and produces the platform, and they are firmly trapped in the mountains and imprison themselves.

A few months ago, a lecturer came to Qiliang Academy, who was wearing a long coat and a long gown. He looked like he was 40 or 50 years old. No one knew the origin of this gentleman, and he didn’t know the depth of his knowledge. The first day at Qiliang Academy, he carved a square chessboard in the third floor of the mountain. He never taught, but took a charcoal and fire cushion and sat on the side of the stone chessboard. He wrote a wooden sign and wrote a letter to talk about a game of ten taels of silver, and if he lost it, he would pay twice the compensation.

Of course, there are curious students or those who rely on their chess skills. When they meet such a strange lecture on the road, they will inevitably have some fighting thoughts. Every day, three two men sit in front of the gentleman, but only play chess for more than a dozen moves, and then they realize that this gentleman, who seems ordinary and not smart, has the chess skills like a towering mountain. Not to mention rising from the beginning, even if they look far away, they are hard to see hidden among the mountain peaks between clouds and mists. In the end,

Even if he was frowning and handed out ten taels of silver, he might not be convinced. There are many ways in the world, and the chess in the literary world are not small, but it is definitely not the most intelligent ability. In the final analysis, in the eyes of such handsome men, it is just a small way, and it is still not as great as the world's straits and conspiracies. So even if the gentleman had already accumulated hundreds of taels of silver, not many people came forward and saluted respectfully.

On the contrary, for several months, a middle-aged official from the palace often came to visit. He said that the emperor missed his disciple very much. He didn't know when he would return to Beijing, but it attracted many students from the Qiliang Academy. He speculated about the common gentleman who seemed to have little knowledge. Which young master with great origin was from a high school student. Therefore, there were many students with very low chess skills. He was willing to come and pay the money several times. His thoughts did not necessarily fall on the chessboard. Instead, he asked indirectly which talent this disciple was.

But every time the teacher just smiled and took the money, then shook his head and refused to answer. Over time, everyone's thoughts faded a lot. Even if there were still some people who were not satisfied, they would probably use their own methods to make a fuss. So they went to the student who was talking about the game in front of Zhou's lecture. The major general came down, and it was so deserted at the end that there were not necessarily three people who stopped in a day.

Today, only one person came to see Zhou Xuexue. He sat down with his knees and cross-legged, picked up the teapot from the chessboard, and did not look for a cup, but he raised his head and poured it into his throat with a little cold tea. He was satisfied and wiped the corners of his mouth, putting down thirty taels of silver and pushed it to Zhou Kefa. "I came late today. I was talking and talking on the lectures. It was obviously time to rest, but I became interested. The hard article that I had never finished for two or three hours was sour and smelly all over my body. I thought I could finish it with another stick of incense? I was obviously a master with extremely high knowledge, but I couldn't even figure out this small account. It was really strange."

"You young man is quite interesting. After listening to the saints' teachings, you feel that it is better to spend money and lose chess so comfortably."

Zhou Kefa shook his head helplessly, but he still hurriedly put away the thirty taels of silver in front of him, coughed and laughed, "Every day I still expect you and another boy to come and support you. I have a good chess power, but unfortunately no one fights. It's really a dragon-slaying skill."

The visitor was also very moved. He put his ugly face close to Zhou Kefa and asked curiously, "I said, sir, why isn't anyone here to ask for advice? This move is so versatile and versatile. In my opinion, compared to those who only know how to teach old-fashioned articles, how can they be so unwelcome?"

"When people become more and more bizarre, there are always people who are unwilling to admit that they are not capable. Even if they know that they are not as good as others, they will always try their best to comfort themselves. A mere old scholar who doesn't know his origin may only play chess, and his writing and sealing are probably far inferior to me."
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