There are two middle-aged men sitting in the room. The one on the left has a calm expression and a smile on his lips. He looks calm and relaxed, but the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, giving people a mean feeling.
This is Huang Jingyu, a professor at the Imperial College. The man sitting opposite him is about forty years old. He has flowing beard and elegant demeanor. Even in shock, he still does not forget to stroke his beard.
This was Zhong Hui, professor of the Imperial College. He and Huang Jingyu were debating in the duty room between lectures, and almost got into a fight over a controversial topic.
One said that force was the foundation of the empire, and the other said that morality was the vitality of the Tang Dynasty, but the boy outside came with food...that is, food and clothing.
Zhong Hui felt that his mind was awakened like an enlightenment. The doubts about this issue in the past were suddenly solved. He looked brilliant and waved: "Which family does the boy belong to? Who does he study under?"
Huang Jingyu smiled slightly, and he also had a good impression of this young man, but he couldn't see Zhong Hui pretending, so he sarcastically said: "What? You want to accept him as a disciple? Look at his clothes and the slightly tanned face.
Skin, this is clearly Chen Yi’s school of hard learning, if you dare to snatch disciples, be careful not to be beaten half to death by those madmen."
A wry smile?
Yang Xuan couldn't help but feel excited. At this moment, the man in green clothes woke up, stood up and saluted with a confused look on his face, "I've seen two professors."
He took out the letter, "It's a letter from Wang, recommending this young man to enroll in school."
Since the Imperial Academy was taken over by Xuanxue, it has not been very interested in the children of the powerful. However, the high-minded cannot be eaten as food. After being severely beaten by the society several times, the Xuanxue bosses changed their tune and began to accept the children of the powerful. As expected, the situation of the Imperial College has been greatly improved.
Improvement. But even so, the ordinary teachers and students of the Imperial College still looked coldly on the children of the powerful.
Therefore, the man in Tsing Yi thought for a moment that Wang's recommendation was poison. Yang Xuan would probably fall into a situation where no one would take over. In the end, Si Ye would have to step in and forcibly arrange for him to join the class.
He saw Huang Jingyu and Zhong Hui's eyes bursting with brilliance at the same time, and then their bodies flashed so fast that only the afterimages remained in their sight. Then Zhong Hui grabbed Yang Xuan, and the two flew forward and backward.
Plunder out.
"Huang Jingyu, you are a step too late. This young man is my disciple, hahahaha!" Zhong Hui took Yang Xuanfei down to the second floor. Huang Jingyu stamped his feet upstairs, and then returned to his calm and gentle appearance, swinging his horse gently.
Finally, he said calmly: "You are too happy too early. The Wang family has their own arrangements. How can they listen to the teachings of the Imperial College?"
The man in green clothes stood there blankly, thinking that I just fainted for a moment, how could that boy become a hot commodity? God, am I still in a dream?
Yang Xuan was pulled by Zhong Hui to the foot of a tree not far away. Zhong Hui held the tail in one hand and clasped the other behind his back. He smiled and said, "What is your relationship with the Wang family?"
The five surnames in the family have their own cultivation techniques and a complete system. Therefore, their children rarely enter the Imperial Academy. Yang Xuan didn't seem to come from a wealthy family, so Zhong Hui thought there was something interesting and took action to rob him.
Yang Xuan said honestly: "I am a farmer from Yuanzhou, and I came to Chang'an with Wang's motorcade..."
"No need to say it." It turned out that he was not a well-educated person, but the spirituality of those words made Zhong Hui still not regret grabbing him. He waved his hands calmly, "As long as you are not a direct descendant of the Wang family, other old men are not
care."
The farmers in Yuanzhou... Wang Douxiang, the second son of the Wang family, passed through Yuanzhou on this trip. These thoughts flashed through Zhong Hui's mind. He was determined. Thinking of Yang Xuan's previous words, he couldn't help but nod slightly and stroke his beard.
He smiled and said, "Have you read the book?"
No... Yang Xuan originally wanted to say that he had never read it, but Yang Lue taught him how to read and write since he was a child, and the girl in the scroll even taught him for half an hour every now and then, so he couldn't say this in words. But his background is easy to check.
, what if you say you have read a book and someone finds out that you are a hunter?
Yang Xuan's spine felt hot, and he felt a little uncomfortable lying. "I originally eavesdropped on the side of the school for a long time, and then I exchanged prey for people and learned some secretly..."
So this is it? Eavesdropping, this is because the family is poor. Studying secretly, this is difficult to understand. Zhong Hui turned around calmly, "Why can't you study openly?"
Yang Xuan raised his eyes and thought of the time when he mustered up the courage to go to Yang Ding and his wife when he was five years old and said that he wanted to study.
Yang Ding: What book should you read? Look at how well you can read? You look stupid at first glance.
Wang: Look at those scholars. Who doesn’t have a fortune? If you have the ability, go and earn a million dollars and come back, and I will let you study.
Yang Lue was furious when he heard the news, but in the end he could only sigh and teach Yang Xuan himself. He could not fall out with Yang Ding and his wife, otherwise where would Yang Xuan live?
Later, when Yang Xuan was eavesdropping and was discovered, Yang Ding beat him upright and threatened to kill him if he dared to steal again.
At that time, Yang Lue had disappeared for several months, and Yang Xuan was just a lonely ghost. If he hadn't dragged his sword and bow and arrows into the mountains to hunt, he probably wouldn't have survived for a few years.
As the past drifted through his mind, Yang Xuan smiled and said, "Mother, you won't allow it."
Zhong Hui sighed, "Foolish man and foolish woman."
Then he took Yang Xuan to sign up.
After filling in the basic information such as place of birth and name, Zhong Hui gave him a three-day holiday after learning that he had just arrived in Chang'an, so that he could get familiar with the city of Chang'an.
Yang Xuan walked away with a confused look on his face, and Zhong Hui smiled and said, "This young man seems to be the one who loves to learn."
Yang Xuan left the Imperial College, feeling a little happy, but also a little tangled. He thought that if he could go to school today, he would save money on food. How great would it be?
A three-day holiday is three days of expenses!
Yang Xuan rubbed his belly and decided to eat less for dinner. He was just about to go to the market when he saw a man in Tsing Yi walking out of the gate of the Imperial College. It had been raining continuously for the past two days and there were some slippery places on the ground. The man in Tsing Yi hurriedly ran to the side.
My feet stepped on the moss.
Yang Xuan saw that his body had lost his balance and his hands were flying wildly in the air. His face was panicked... but it quickly turned into calm and somewhat free and easy.
Huh!
Can he still save himself?
This man in Tsing Yi is young. He looks like a new student who has just entered school. He must not be very good at cultivation!
Bang!
The student in Tsing Yi just fell flatly to the ground, but quickly raised his right hand and supported his chin, looking like he was lying on the ground in deep thought.
this……
Yang Xuan was still wondering why this person was doing this, when he heard someone behind him praise: "Good! Good fall!"
Damn it!
Yang Xuan turned around and saw that not only the man was applauding, but also the disciples had expressions of admiration on their faces.
"As expected, he is a disciple of our Imperial Academy. He can even wrestle so freely."
Yang Xuan felt that the style of the painting was not quite right, so he leaned over to apologize and asked: "May I ask... what does the free and easy fall mean?"
The disciple looked at him with disdain, "You have just arrived today, and the teacher hasn't had time to teach you yet, right? Today I will teach you a lesson. Our metaphysics is the first-class knowledge in the world. Even if you die, you must die in a free and easy way."
"
so?
Yang Xuan was stunned, thinking that he would just die if he wanted to die. How could he be free and easy?
He immediately went to the East and West Market, and after shopping around, he bought some daily necessities. When he returned home and looked at the remaining copper coins, he was heartbroken, "I still have to live this life! Where can I make money?"
Guozi supervises the meal, and even if you don't have a place to live, you can stay for free. But you can't spend not a penny, right?
"There are still one hundred and ninety-three dollars left. If we save some money, it will be enough for this year."
After some calculations, Yang Xuan happily put away his copper wallet, dug a hole under the water tank in the kitchen, put the copper coins in, moved the water tank over to block it, and filled it with water.
He tried it, but found that it was not easy to move the water tank, and he was worried that the thief would break the water tank, so he worried about the gain and loss for a while.
He was hungry at noon, so in order to divert his attention, Yang Xuan went out for a walk.
Chang'an City is too big and incredibly spacious. Yang Xuan wandered around for a long time, dizzyingly. Just when he was about to go to Qujiang Pool to have a look, he saw a group of gorgeously dressed men standing in front of him, looking at him coldly.
behind.
Yang Xuan subconsciously turned sideways to avoid it, and at the same time turned around to observe.
An official in his forties came slowly leading a horse. His complexion was slightly dark, and his thin body made people feel like they could be blown away by a gust of wind, but his look was resolute, and he looked like a determined person.
Someone in the group of men shouted: "Yancheng, you are sowing discord in the court, and the undercurrent in Chang'an City is because of you. Why don't you die with ulterior motives like you?"
Yang Xuan heard the unforgettable hatred in these words, and thought to himself, why is this?
Yan Cheng said in a deep voice: "How many powerful children are there in the imperial court every year? Because of this, the household department has already suffered terribly. There are also those dandy children who harm the country and the people, and the local people are suffering. Menyin has a hundred harms and no benefit.
, it should have been abolished long ago.”
The man in front looked at him gloomily and said sarcastically: "The people are so ignorant. If you don't study, you won't understand. If you don't study, you won't be able to serve as an official. If you don't use our disciples, who will use them? Should we use those ignorant people?"
Yan Cheng's dark face became filled with anger, "But there is still the Imperial College, there are schools, and those students can become officials!"
This topic is related to the Imperial College. Yang Xuan thought about it carefully and couldn't help but feel a little excited... Can I still be an official? If I can go to Yuanzhou to be an official in the future, wouldn't it be a glorious return to my hometown?
The man smiled and looked at Yan Cheng like a god looking down on ants, "How can those students compare with our disciples? If you are smart, you should stop. If you write to the court again..."
There was a sinister look in the man's eyes, but this was on the street, so naturally he couldn't verbally threaten him, but these hints made people's hearts tremble even more.
Yang Xuan had a very vague impression of the powerful when he was in Yuanzhou. After entering the Wang family's motorcade, he was immersed in everything he saw and heard, which gave him a preliminary understanding. The Wang family has rules and regulations, so naturally he would not threaten anyone in the street like this.
Yang Xuan's heart tightened, as he felt that the powerful had several faces, either kind or ruthless.
He felt that it was time for Yancheng to cease its activities, otherwise he might be able to put a sack in a sack and beat him severely due to the urinary nature of the powerful.
Yan Cheng stood there, his body upright, and said word by word: "Yan Mou speaks for the people of the world and for the Tang Dynasty. Unless he is dead on the street, Yan Mou will not shut his mouth, never!"
Yang Xuan stood there, and the things he learned from Yang Lue, but more from the scrolls, were flowing slowly...
Someone behind me asked softly: "What are you talking about?"
Yang Xuan said: "The Tao lies in the endless struggle until death!"