Ye Xuan transformed into a 15-year-old child named Ye Qing, who came to study at a place called Qiu Mu Academy.
The private school's teacher, whose surname was Wang Qiu Mu, was in his forties. He had failed the scientific examination three times, so he opened an academy again to teach students.
Wang Qiumu fell in love with Ye Qing as soon as he saw him.
"Ye Qing, are you willing to accept me as your teacher?"
"If the student is willing, Ye Qing will pay his respects to the master." Ye Xuan saluted quickly.
"Well, okay, okay, okay, from now on, you will be my first disciple." Wang Qiumu said happily three times in a row.
From then on, Ye Qing studied with Wang Qiumu at Qiumu Academy.
There are not many students in the academy, only a dozen or so, and they are all children sent from poor families nearby.
"Ye Qing, recite the Three Character Sutra of Blood Shoes yesterday." Wang Qiumu checked the academic performance of the students in the academy that day.
Ye Xuan stood up, opened his mouth and began to recite: "In the beginning, human nature is good, similar in nature, but far apart in habits. If you don't teach, your nature will change. The way to teach is to be specialized. Like Meng's mother, choose a neighbor...
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"Okay, not bad," Wang Qiumu nodded, "Zixuan, come and memorize the disciple rules."
Next to Ye Qing, a child who was similar to him stood up and started reciting.
"Very good, Zixuan is also good. You all should study hard and try to take the scientific examination in the future to contribute to the country."
Wang Qiumu is very satisfied. These children are very hardworking and can endure hardships.
"Then you must not only learn Confucianism, but also learn military marching and formations, so that you can protect your home and country."
"Tomorrow, I will teach you the holy book of military strategists, Sun Tzu's Art of War."
Wang Qiumu smiled and said to these children.
The next day, Wang Qiumu took out an ancient book. It was already a little worn, but Wang Qiumu still held the ancient book gently as if he were protecting his own child.
"Do you know what a soldier is?" Wang Qiumu looked at the group of students and asked seriously.
"I don't know." Everyone replied together.
"Okay, you are very honest."
"Sun Tzu said: Soldiers are important matters of the country, the place of life and death, and the path to survival. We must pay attention to them."
"That is to say, war is a top priority for a country. It is related to the life and death of soldiers and civilians, and the survival of the country. It cannot be observed, analyzed, and studied carefully, and judgments cannot be made blindly."
"Any detail may determine the success or failure of a war. In every war, the lives of countless people are in the hands of the commander; so do not be blindly arrogant..."
In the academy, the catchy sound of reading resounded throughout the entire academy space.
A trace of energy visible to everyone gathers and enters the body of each child, depending on how much it is.
If a person with advanced cultivation can feel it carefully, he will feel a subtle murderous aura permeating the academy.
Ye Xuan's consciousness was paying attention to all this, and Ye Qing, as the clone, was not aware of it at all.
Ye Qing didn't have any memory of his original body, just like a piece of white paper, desperately absorbing these nutrients.
Spring has passed and autumn has come, Ye Qing has been in the academy for three years.
"Ye Qing, my master will start teaching you riding and shooting today," Wang Qiumu took some people to the academy's martial arts field. There was a grassland, a thousand feet in diameter, with a row of archery targets on the edge.
"Ye Qing, please see clearly, I will demonstrate it first."
Wang Qiumu's left shoulder was facing the target, he was holding a bow in his left hand, his feet were shoulder-width apart, his body weight rested evenly on his feet, and his body was slightly leaning forward.
Pull out a long arrow and place it on the bow. Use your index finger, middle finger and ring finger to clasp the string with your right hand. Place your index finger above the arrow's tail, and place your middle finger and ring finger below the arrow's tail.
Wang Qiumu used both arms to draw the bow. He let go of his right hand and the arrow flew out of nowhere. With a bang, it was inserted straight into the bull's eye.
"Do you see clearly?" Wang Qiumu looked at Ye Qing and asked softly.
"See clearly, Master, let me try." Ye Qing said eagerly.
"Okay, try it. Make sure your eyes are looking at the tip of the arrow and the bullseye in a straight line."
Ye Qing picked up his small bow, followed Wang Qiumu's method, stood with his feet at shoulder level, took up the bow, and drew the bow...
With a snap, the arrow fell under the target.
"Master, why didn't I hit the target?" Ye Qing looked at Wang Qiumu doubtfully.
"Ye Qing, when you shoot an arrow, you not only need to see it with your eyes, but you also need to use your heart to feel it. Feel the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy of the arrow, feel the flow speed of the air and wind... Only in this way can you be able to hit the target with perfect accuracy."
Wang Qiumu patiently taught Ye Qing.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Qing has stayed at Qiu Mu Academy for ten years.
This year, Ye Qing was fifteen years old, already over five feet tall, handsome and gentle.
Due to Ye Qing's good qualifications and hard work, Wang Qiumu felt that he had nothing more to offer.
"Ye Qing, over the years, I have nothing more to teach you as a teacher. Every day, you just pack up and prepare to travel."
"After reading thousands of books, you still have to travel thousands of miles. Remember, what is in the books is very important, and you must use it flexibly. Go out more often, look around, and communicate with others." Wang Qiumu looked at Ye Qing reluctantly.
"Master, this disciple doesn't want to leave." Ye Qing looked at Wang Qiumu with tears in his eyes.
In these years, he never left Qiu Mu Academy and felt very sad.
"No, Ye Qing, you have grown up and you should go out for a walk by yourself. The world here is huge and there is a lot to learn. Remember, you will go to the capital to take the scientific examination in three years."
Wang Qiumu handed some letters to Ye Qing.
Wang Qiumu didn't come to see Ye Qing off the next day. Ye Qing looked at Wang Qiumu's dormitory eagerly and waited until the sun rose.
Ye Qing reluctantly picked up his clothes and luggage, turned around and left.
At Taichu Farm, Ye Xuan felt the emotions in Ye Qing's heart and noticed the same energy emerging from Ye Qing's body.
I don't know what kind of energy this is. Ye Xuan feels that although this energy is very weak, it feels very powerful. This powerful contrast makes Ye Xuan very puzzled.
"These special energies in the human world are really different from other worlds. They seem weak, but they are powerful. How can time have this kind of energy?"
Ye Xuan murmured.
He took out a Shuxuan fruit and took a bite, feeling a surge of Hongmeng energy spontaneously spread throughout his body.
Ye Qing went out for the first time. Everything he saw was strange and he didn't notice the sun slowly setting in the sky.
The sunset glow on the horizon illuminates half of the sky, and the red clouds are really beautiful.
Ye Qing was immersed in the beautiful sunset, until a crescent moon slowly rose.
"Oh, it's dark, what should we do?" Ye Qing looked at the empty space around him, without a single house, and suddenly became anxious.
Looking at the woods not far ahead, Ye Xuan quickened his pace, preparing to spend another night in the woods.