The millet in the fields made the old man feel very happy. The corn grew significantly better than those in other places. The grains were full, hanging down and falling into his hands, heavy, and golden under the reflection of the sky and clouds.

Just watching, I feel refreshed.

Under his feet is his wooden stick.

The arrival of the carriage made the old man turn his head.

"The four seas are full of energy and the year is prosperous, and this flower is not the same as all flowers; the fragrance is divided into heaven and earth, and the energy is yin and yang in the middle of the noon."

Cheng Zhiyuan and Ying Yiren came over, the old man stood up and looked at Cheng Zhiyuan: "Okay, that's right, this flower is not the same as thousands of flowers."

"The flowers are scrambling for beauty, but the flowers of the grain are unknown. Although the flowers are small, they are golden when they gather. In our eyes, they look at them, and they are naturally beautiful."

Cheng Zhiyuan: "The yellow birds do not gather in the valley, and they do not peck at their millet."

Listen to the yellow bird, don’t gather on the tree, don’t peck the millet here.

The old man laughed: "You misunderstood, you are wrong. I heard that these three palaces merged, so I came here specially. I came here by a lecturer. I saw this corn, which was plump and beautiful, and was unconsciously attracted by it. Then he stopped."

"I'm not that yellow bird, don't misunderstand it."

The people around the old man were also laughing. Some of them came with him were his disciples, and some were stayed to listen because the old man had lectured here before, and they all testified for the old man and also testified for themselves.

Cheng Zhiyuan was a little surprised: "After the merger of the three palaces, we started to recruit lecturers from outside? Are there not enough lecturers from Jixia?"

The old man said: "The lecturer in Jixia only has five subjects, but now, the three palaces have merged. What I have heard and offered are less than thirty subjects, including the heaven, time, earth, valley, road, law, rituals and music, virtue, instruments, and machinery. , Yi, medicine, craftsmanship, archery...... He has passed the sages of ancient and modern times, so Xunzi broadly seeks talents from all over the world, hoping that those with virtue, those with law, and those with Tao will come to the school to teach."

A disciple next to the old man stepped forward and asked Cheng Zhiyuan with a smile: "I saw you carrying five swords, and I must be here to learn the swordsmanship. You have made a mistake. In recent days, the Sword Sect has entered Luoyi, which is exactly what I have come to do. Teached."

Cheng Zhiyuan said: "There are also Sword Sect, but I haven't heard that Goujian, the King of Yue, is in this Luoyi?"

The disciple laughed: "What a person, King Yue, is the saint in the sword, the second most in the world. How could he bend to the teaching trivial matters? Besides, the art of swordsmanship... These sixty saints in the world, and all the schools of thought, come here. Learning this sword technique alone is to teach you.”

"You are a swordsman. Don't you understand this principle? The swordsmanship in the world is exclusive. If you want to be taught by the King of Yue, you will have great luck. Only two or three years ago, the King of Yue taught in Zhaodi once. But that time, he never accepted a disciple, and he drove away all those who did not like him."

As the disciple said, someone next to him said, "Yes, that time, I heard that King Yue did not teach him his own principles, but just guided some Taos to let the swordsmen realize it themselves."

After the interface man finished speaking, the disciple nodded: "This is dangerous. If you don't have the guidance of a famous teacher, you can walk around casually. You may go astray. You will be confused and entangled, and finally turn into your heart. hinder your own development.”

"This is extremely wrong. King Yue did this to harm these swordsmen. Even I know that people should have their own thoughts."

He said this, and the old man glanced at the disciple: "I, what you said is a bit too much."

The disciple immediately apologized: "What the teacher said is very true, the student Meng Lang (reckless)."

However, after this disciple named Zhiou apologized to the old man, he grinned again. At this time, Cheng Zhiyuan kept staring at it. As he looked at it, he suddenly asked the old man: "Is this your eldest disciple?"

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The old man shook his head: "What a great disciple? I'm almost buried in the soil. I just want to sprinkle the last handful of fire on this hopeful soil. I only have this disciple, treating him like a biological son."

Ying Yiren also looked at the disciple, and suddenly his eyes flashed. He immediately covered his eyes and felt a little pain. A burning breath filled his eye frame, but soon, with the two snakes falling on his ears.

Shaking, the power gradually faded away.

Ying Yiren raised his head and was suddenly stunned.

He felt a terrible aura around him. He had never felt such a clear feeling of a person's "existence" before.

That was his husband Cheng Zhiyuan.

Ying Yiren turned his head slightly. What he saw was Cheng Zhiyuan's breath as unpredictable as an abyss. The one on the surface was only the peak of the eighth-level building, and it was still half a step away from the ninth-level building, but Ying Yiren could see that the bright realm

Below, the terrible aura is hidden.

It turns out that Mr. has always kept this reservation?

Ying Yiren was very surprised. He looked forward again. The people around him were not weak, and the old man was like his husband, terrible and unable to see through.

Then Ying Yiren moved his gaze to the straight puppet again.

He was stunned and a little dazed.

Cheng Zhiyuan felt that Ying Yiren was abnormal from the corner of his eyes, but when he saw him staring at the straight doll, he suddenly felt a clear idea in his heart.

"This kid Yiren... has grown a lot. After all, he is the future King of Qin, and it is unlimited."

Cheng Zhiyuan let go of his thoughts and said to the old man: "What subject does the old man want to be a lecturer in the palace?"

"Maybe after the younger generation enters the palace, they will be lucky enough to become a disciple of the old man and listen to the teachings."

The old man smiled and said, "I have no teachings, I can't say that this school still looks down on me."

Zhiou smiled and said, "No one dares to look down on him. If so, he must have a despicable vision."

The words are very straightforward, but there is also an inexplicable confidence and arrogance.

The old man shook his head and leaned on a wooden stick to leave. Cheng Zhiyuan asked, "What do you call the old man?"

The old man said: "Bo Wuzhang."

Bu Wuzhang? Bushi?

It seemed like this, and after the old man finished speaking, he did not ask Cheng Zhiyuan's sect for his intention. He waved his hand and left with the disciple of Mingwei Zhipiao.

The people around him whispered to each other, most of them were saying, "This old man has real skills, but he was in rags. I heard that the people in Jixia Academy are all a group of people who look at their faces. Maybe they really won't let them go.

He has passed."

"Then we won't go anymore. If it's all like this, then what else can we do?"

"Who did you hear?"

"Some of the merchants who left the city said this, saying that the people in Jixia called them vulgar people."

"The main body of the three palaces is still dominated by Jixia. Although the Taixue is ranked first, there is no one. Yunmeng does not compete for the ranking. After the course is opened, the person in charge will not ask much about the matter..."

"I heard that Mr. Xunzi entered Qin, and I was afraid it wasn't for Jixia Academy, so I was going to change to a new sacrificial wine..."

"Huh? So, there are indeed several factions in Jixia recently. They don't deal with what they say. Some of their own scholars even fought. So, they are fighting for this new palace.

The position of the high priest?”
Chapter completed!