Soon, the two arrived at the foot of the mountain. The altitude of Qushan was not too high. They soon reached the hillside. At this time, a dilapidated house suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Is this Guanlan Academy? It's too broken, right?" Li Da said incrediblely as he looked at the plaque creaking by the wind.

Lin Dong sighed and said, "I think I can't be wrong, but in recent years, there have been frequent famines and fewer people go to school. Let's go in and take a look."

When the two entered the gate, they saw desolate and could not see any figure.

Walking further forward, there is a step. At this time, an old man in his fifties was sitting on the steps, his eyes empty and thin.

"Could this be the master of Guanlan Academy?" Li Da said in surprise.

"Let's go over and take a look." Lin Dong shook his head. In this Little Ice Age, food was not available and the people were displaced. There were very few people who could afford to go to school. Although there were rich people, their children went to official schools and rarely came to colleges so far away.

"Sir, I'm disturbing you. I wonder if the dean of Guanlan College is here?" Lin Dong stepped forward and asked.

The old man raised his dim gaze and looked up and down, "Are you two here to study?"

Lin Dong shook his head and said, "We are not here to study, but we have important things to ask for the dean of the college."

The old man shook his head and said, "There is no dean now? I am the only one left in the entire college!"

"So, are you the dean?"

"Oh, that's right!" the old man sighed.

"I haven't asked the name of the dean yet." Lin Dong sighed inwardly. In the chaotic times, is even the academy so depressed?

"My name is Su Pei, and her name is Yuancai. She is the dean of Guanlan Academy. You can see the scene here. Even I, the dean, may not be long." The old man said with a vicissitudes of expression.

"Mr. Su, you are too worried. I came today to discuss the construction of the academy with you." Lin Dong said straight to the topic.

"Rebuild the academy?" Su Pei's face clearly showed a hint of joy, but it became dark in the blink of an eye.

He looked at Lin Dong with a look of foolishness and said, "It's not that easy to rebuild a college? Who pays for it? Who will study after the academy is built? No one will study, what's the use of a college if it is built?"

"These old gentlemen don't have to worry, they have their own arrangements. I wonder where the other teachers of the academy have gone? Can the sir be in touch?" Lin Dong's eyes turned and looked around the academy, but no one was found.

Su Pei became even more confused. He could not support his master, so he had to find other masters. Could this person be sick?

Seeing that Su Pei did not answer, Lin Dong secretly scolded himself for being reckless and immediately said, "I was too reckless and didn't explain the matter clearly. Lin Dong, the next surname, is a new thousand households in the East China Sea."

"It turns out that it is a thousand households, and you are not respectful. It's better not to joke with me."

When I heard that Lin Dong was a military general, Su Pei's head was slightly raised, and his expression became cold and arrogant. His muddy eyes suddenly became sharp, with a little contempt.

In the Ming Dynasty, scholars had natural superiority to military officers. In their eyes, military generals were just a group of vulgar men who only knew how to fight. What did they know?

"Lin Qianhu, since you are a military general, you won't have to worry about the construction of the academy. Although I, Su Pei, are in a down-and-out manner, I don't want you to be pitiful like a fighting man." Su Pei raised his head and said with a look of conspicuousness.

"You dare to speak to the general like this, I..." Seeing Su Pei despising Lin Dong so contemptuously, Li Da immediately scolded him furiously, but before he finished speaking, Lin Dong grabbed him.

"What, am I wrong?" Su Pei said coldly.

"Sir, I think it's a misunderstanding, but I want the children in my jurisdiction to read more books, so I don't mean to underestimate Mr. " Lin Dong explained hurriedly.

"Okay, I still have something to do, so I won't leave Lin Qianhu anymore." The old man waved his hand and said with a look of keeping people from thousands of miles away.

Lin Dong was very anxious that this academy was his future talent training base and he would never miss it. He quickly thought about the way to take down the old man.

"Brother Yuancai, you haven't seen each other for a few days, but you are still so free and easy." At this moment, a voice came from behind. Lin Dong hurriedly turned around and saw a man in his thirties dressed in a long robe and a scholar, holding a scroll in his hand and walking over quickly.

"It turns out that it's Brother Zi, why are you willing to come to my Guanlan Academy today?" Su Pei's face relaxed a lot, obviously familiar with this middle-aged man.

"I'm not hiding it from Brother Su, I happened to have a good poem these two days. Seeing its magnificent momentum and a great spirit, I came here to enjoy it with Brother Yuancai."

"What poems have made my elder brother so concerned about? Come and take a look!"

The middle-aged man immediately handed over the manuscript.

"What a poem, what a poem. I didn't expect that I was so talented in the Ming Dynasty. I just don't know who this poem was made by? Is it the son of Hou Chaozong Hou? Or the son of Mao Pijiang Mao? Or the other two sons?"

"No, this person is a rookie named Lin Dong..."

"Lin Dong? This name seems a bit familiar. Could it be that I have heard it somewhere?"

Su Pei's eyes turned and fell on Lin Dong. This person seemed to be named Lin Dong. Couldn't this poem be written by this person? Otherwise, this world would be too coincidental.

Seeing Old Man Su looking at him, Lin Dong looked puzzled, but judging from the content of their conversation just now, it seemed that because of a good poem, the author of the poem was also called Lin Dong.

Thinking of this, Lin Dong was shocked and thought to himself: "Can the poem I wrote in Fengyang have been passed down here?"

Just as he was thinking about the possibility of this matter, Su Pei had already shook his head and said, "Impossible, impossible, this poem is grand, how could it be made by a martial artist?"

"Brother Yuancai, please make it clear, what kind of martial artist?" Later, the scholar named Zichang looked at Su Pei with a puzzled look on his face.

"Brother Zizhang may not know yet. This young man is also called Lin Dong, but he is a martial artist, so naturally he cannot write such poems."

"What, his name is Lin Dong? Or is it a general?" the man asked in surprise.

"Is there any problem?" Su Pei asked in confusion by his expression.

"As far as I know, the one who wrote this poem was a general. It was the appearance of this general that saved tens of thousands of people in Fengyang City. If this person was also called Lin Dong, could this poem really come from this person? This is a coincidence." The man said in surprise.

After listening for so long, Lin Dong finally understood what they were discussing, and immediately smiled and said, "If there is no second Lin Dong who has been to Fengyang, then he is going to go."
Chapter completed!