Zhang Yu knew very well that there was filth everywhere, even the capital city of Ruiguang shrouded in glory was no exception.
Taiyang Academy was a school established by the Tianxia Ministry of Rites in the Protector's Mansion a hundred years ago, so as long as the students who graduated from here were recognized not only in the Protector's Mansion, but also in Tianxia itself.
Although the Duhufu has lost contact with the mainland, the students of Taiyang Academy are still highly sought after and valued. Many officials who hold important positions in various government offices of the Duhufu are now in Taiyang Academy.
Attended school.
From this we can imagine why someone would be eyeing his brochure.
What was unexpected was that at this moment, he didn't feel any anger or injustice in his heart. Instead, he was extremely calm, which even surprised him.
After self-examination, he found that perhaps this was because he had now embarked on the path of spiritual practice and had gained a certain amount of strength, so he could look at some things from a more worldly perspective. Besides, simply venting emotions would not help solve the problem.
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He thought for a while and asked: "The student who wrote the article has a copy of the copy in hand. Can he find out when the main copy disappeared?"
The clerk had been observing Zhang Yu just now, and deliberately stood a little further away. But now he saw that instead of jumping out of anger, he did not accuse or curse, but instead talked to himself calmly. He was very impressed by such a cultivated demeanor, but
At the same time, he sighed secretly.
He said: "It has been three years since the Literary Academy moved here, and no new documents have been brought in during this period. Since your documents are not here, they should have been gone at least three years ago."
Zhang Yu recalled that three years ago, he was still traveling.
But later he learned that at that time, the town where he was born suffered an extremely serious agricultural disaster, resulting in a massive population loss. It was later simply evacuated, and the remaining people were relocated to other places.
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It was just because he was not in the town at the time that it was not registered in the new household registration, and he might be regarded as a missing person. Perhaps it was because of this that someone came up with the idea of registering him.
After thinking about this, he looked around and asked: "May I ask the author why the School of Liberal Arts moved here? The student remembers that this place should have been near the Academic Affairs Office in the inner city."
The literary official touched his long beard and said, "Well, the Literary Academy was originally there, but three years ago, a fire suddenly broke out and burned down the entire original Literary Academy."
He pointed around, "I moved here later. My colleagues were all afraid of trouble and found their own ways to go out, so I, an honest person, was sent here. It's funny, I'm not surrounded by anything, and there's only one outside the door.
There is a vegetable field, but I have to build two more volcano sealing walls. They say they are afraid of another fire, but I don’t know what they want to cover inside.”
Zhang Yudao: "So all the documents here now were added later?"
The literary official admitted frankly: "Yes, they are all supplementary records, but you also know that it is normal for something to be lost due to this fire. It is inevitable that some places will not be consistent with the previous ones."
Zhang Yu nodded, he had understood. Now that he had inquired about everything, he couldn't find any clues here, so he clasped his hands and said, "Thank you for writing the article. I'll take my leave, student."
The clerk raised his hand to send him off. He looked at Zhang Yu's leaving figure and said to himself as if: "It's better for people to be a little confused. Don't be too serious, otherwise I'm afraid you will lose more things."
Zhang Yu didn't pause for a moment, and returned to the car directly, saying: "Go to Anluju."
The wheels rolled and the carriage was back on the road.
Zhang Yu sat in the carriage and pondered. Without the literature, it meant that he could not enter Taiyang Academy, and if he could not enter Taiyang Academy, he would not be able to continue practicing the new method.
It's true that documents have been stolen in the Protectorate in the past. If he wanted to get them back, he had a way to appeal.
But even if this matter can be verified, it will take a year and a half. This is only the most optimistic estimate.
Obtaining a foreign student status is by no means something that ordinary people can do. The fire at the Liberal Arts College three years ago also made the inside story of this matter even more complicated. There are some conspiracy theories, and it may even be that some people are trying to cover up something more serious.
for important things.
So if he pursues the matter now, he may not only get no good results, but may also fall into an unknown whirlpool.
"Today is the fourth day of the second lunar month in the Great Xuan Calendar. After the tenth day, Taiyang Academy will no longer recruit students. If I can't enter the academy before then, I will have to wait until next year."
He couldn't wait this long.
Have to find another solution!
He thought about possible countermeasures, but they were rejected one after another.
Just when he wanted to take a look at the scenery and change his thoughts, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the newspaper next to him, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind. He reached out and took the newspaper he had just seen, and found a piece of news, starting from the beginning.
I read it several times, closed my eyes and thought about it for a long time.
When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already shining.
"Maybe we can start from this aspect."
The carriage stopped at some point and had obviously reached the end of the field. The driver was very thoughtful and seemed to know that he was thinking about something, so he kept silent.
Zhang Yu went through the car window and saw that outside the stable, there was a stone arch bridge with willow trees on both sides and a gurgling stream flowing underneath.
Behind the bridge was the second Tianxia-style building he had seen after entering the capital. It was built against the platform of the inner city. It went up layer by layer and seemed to be unattainable. The most eye-catching thing was that
A six-foot-wide cornice opens the door, and a horizontal plaque hanging on it reads "An Luju". There are many people coming and going in front of the door, most of them wearing traditional Tianxia clothes.
He got off the carriage and threw a gold dollar to the coachman. The latter thanked him profusely after taking it, helped him carry his luggage, and said that if he still needed to call a carriage, he could go to the old carriage dealer in the west of the city.
After sending the coachman away, Zhang Yu walked across the arch bridge and showed the name card given by Zhao Xiangcheng in front of the door. Immediately, an old boss came out to greet him and respectfully invited him in.
At this moment, on the outer wall of Dangang, a thirty-year-old scribe with sword-shaped eyebrows and a heroic look, wearing a round-collared green robe, climbed onto a pier.
He immediately saw the corpse of the newt being carried onto the pier. The huge size also surprised him, and he asked: "Such a big spiritual monster?"
He furrowed his brows and thought secretly: "Recently, Mr. Yao has been seriously ill and has been unable to manage the affairs of the government. People are in disarray and the scholar's meeting is about to be held. The Shenwei Army has suddenly gained such a big credit. There is no guarantee that they will not put forward more conditions..."
At this moment, a man dressed as a servant trotted up along the horse path of the city wall. Without bothering to wipe the sweat on his face, he bowed and said: "Jun Yamen, this is a letter from Chief Zhao."
The scribe opened the letter and was surprised and excited when he saw the contents inside.
"This newt was actually not hunted by the Shenwei Army? It was a young man who was less than twenty years old?"
As soon as he thought about it, he immediately took off a hard charcoal pen from his waist, wrote a few words on the letter, handed it to the servant, and warned: "Xiao Wu, take this letter and find Chen Wenxiu at Hanmo Newspaper."
, let him hurry up and publish this matter, remember, hurry! I predict that the Shenwei Army will definitely take credit for themselves, so I have to get ahead of them!"
The servant said seriously: "Don't worry, Mr. Yamen, I will definitely bring you the words and everything."
After Zhang Yu entered Anluju, Zhao Xiangcheng's name card came into effect. The headmaster arranged for him to be on the highest floor of the Shenglou. It has three entrances, inside and outside, is spacious and bright, and is equipped with all utensils.
After taking a bath, he changed into some light and comfortable clothes and went to the overlook outside Shenglou.
It was evening at this time, the breeze was blowing, and the setting sun enveloped the buildings under the city and the vast blue sea outside Dangang, creating a magnificent and magnificent scenery.
But he knew that in the past twenty years, disasters had occurred frequently in many areas of the Protectorate and people had been dispersed. It was far from the peace and tranquility that he saw before him.
How long can the beautiful scenery last?
He raised his hands, which were as white as jade and without any blemishes under the light.
This body is at the peak of its life at this moment, but as soon as a person is born, he is heading towards death. Under the wash of the waves of time, he will eventually decline one day.
To retain all this, we need power beyond the mundane world, power enough to change everything.
He has already thought about how to enter Taiyang Academy this time, and in order to ensure success, he will use all available power.
He made a call in his heart, and the Great Dao Seal appeared in front of him again with light. Several seals were floating in front of him. The seals that had been invested with divine energy looked particularly bright in contrast.
Following his thoughts, the other seals retreated, and only one seal remained in front of him.
This seal is engraved with the word "Yu Yun".
"Rhyme" can create a unique rhythm in your own voice through specific breath and vocalization, which can resonate with people in communication and make it more convincing.
This not only works on humans, but is also useful on non-human creatures. He is able to imitate the sound of a newt and deceive this spiritual creature, which also plays a role in this technique.
This skill is even more indispensable during down operations.
He glanced at the divine energy that he could now use, and with the inspiration of his mind, he slowly filled it into the seal.
Just in a daze, he felt subtle changes in his body, his breath became smoother, and his thinking became more active.
He casually recited a poem with a simple meaning. He found that he had not deliberately adjusted it, but when he read it out, it had a clear cadence and a clear rhythm, and there was a pleasant rhythm in his voice.
It's not that he couldn't do this in the past, but it required his consciousness to focus on it, but now it's almost like breathing, it's become his own instinct.
He felt that this time the improvement was not small, but the half of the divine energy that had been replenished had dropped a lot. He couldn't help but think in his heart: "It seems that after the enrollment matter is resolved, he will have to find more people to replenish the divine energy."