"The articles that need to be copied are as tall as a mountain. Although the disciples burned the midnight oil and worked hard at writing, they still couldn't finish the copying." Hearing this, Zixing confessed to Yan Lu.
The surrounding disciples were all secretly amused when they saw Zixing's embarrassment. Only Yan Lu remained serious and Tian Yan remained as calm as ever, continuing to flip through the books in his hands and preview the articles.
"Born in sorrow, dying in happiness", she had studied this article in her previous life, but now she only had some impressions left.
In the past, she was required to recite the entire text of "Born in Sorrow, Die in Peace", which tortured her half to death in her previous life.
But now things have changed, and the entire article that was once engraved in her mind now has only a few words left. Reading this article again made her feel a little more emotional.
The present that I once hated has become the past that I can never go back to.
I read every word and sentence carefully, and the past memories, the meaning and significance of the article came to my mind again, and my thoughts surged.
His eyes were a little moist, but they quickly dried up again.
Zi Xing still stood there, holding his hands.
In fact, when Zixing heard the news about Fu Nian's retreat, he went crazy with joy.
Because he didn't copy those punishments at all, and Master was in seclusion, so why didn't it take ten days and a half to get out of seclusion?
He could play it for a few days before copying it.
But he really didn't expect that Master and Uncle Yan could do this for him.
What to do?
His mind went blank for a moment.
"Didn't you finish copying?" Yan Lu continued to ask, his face changed from his usual gentleness and became full of seriousness.
Uncle Master is listening to the class in the back. Can you give me eye drops?
He had sympathized with Zixing before, thinking that a hundred times was too much, and wanted to wait for a few days to wait until his senior brother was about to leave seclusion.
Now it seems that a hundred times is less than enough for him to copy.
"I haven't finished copying yet." Zi Xing suddenly wilted, like a defeated rooster.
"When will the copying be completed?" Yan Lu continued to ask.
"Master...Uncle Master, yes, can you grant me some grace for this disciple?" Zixing cupped his hands and begged Yan Lu.
He knew that Yan Lu was soft-hearted.
"Let's not talk about it for now. You just said that you were discussing Taoism with... the person behind you?" Yan Lu opened his mouth, but did not reveal Tian Yan's identity immediately and faced Zi Xingdao.
Because he planned to take this opportunity to educate him all at once.
Although he was not angry, he could not help but point out the shortcomings of his disciples and ask them to correct them.
Otherwise these shortcomings will eventually harm him.
Did he discuss Taoism with Uncle Wei Yan?
Talk nonsense and talk nonsense.
This is like the Director of the Education Bureau coming to your school to listen to a class. The teacher is teaching in the front, and the poor students sitting in the last row discussed some profound issues with the Director of the Education Bureau.
What issues can you discuss?
How can I fail the school’s assessment and how can I deduct my teacher’s salary?
If we could discuss it clearly, would you still be sitting here?
"Yes, I see that this junior brother has just arrived and is reading seriously and diligently. As a senior brother, I should give him some guidance." Zi Xingdang opened his mouth and said to Yan Lu, cupping his hands.
"This is not your junior brother." Yan Lu said helplessly, covering his head with his hand, feeling a little headache.
"Could it be my nephew? The senior brother here has accepted a disciple again? Why didn't I know?" Zi Xing was a little confused.
"Let me introduce you to everyone. This is Uncle Wei Yan. He is the disciple of the sage and sage. In terms of seniority, he is the uncle of me, Fu Nian, and Zhang Liang, and the master of you." Yan Lu looked at him.
Zi Xing calmly said to everyone.
All the students looked at Tian Yan behind them with shocked expressions.
Tian Yan was still immersed in the book, his face calm.
Don't be surprised by favor or disgrace, just watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court.
Looking at the shocked people in front of him, Yan Lu said, "You haven't met your master yet?"
Only then did all the disciples wake up, and they all stood up and saluted Tian Yan who was sitting behind him: "I've met Master."
"You don't have to be polite, we are all students now." Tian Yan nodded calmly in return.
All the disciples returned the gift one after another.
I have to say that Tian Yan's modesty still won the favor of many people.
But Zi Xing only felt cold. At this moment, he realized the world's malice toward him.
It was as if the cold icy rain was beating randomly on his face.
"You just said that you were discussing Taoism with Uncle Wei Yan?" Yan Lu asked Zi Xingdao.
"Disciple, disciple..." For a moment, Zixing was speechless when asked.
"Your master, Fu Nian, is in retreat because he received the teachings of Master Wei Yan. If you can discuss Taoism with Master Wei Yan, I believe that Senior Brother will be very pleased to hear it.
When senior brother comes out of seclusion, senior brother will definitely be very willing to discuss Taoism with you." Yan Lu said slowly, Zixing's face turned earthy when he heard it.
"Okay, let's start the class. Today we are talking about "Born in Sorrow, Die in Peace"..." Yan Lu did not continue and started today's lecture.
When Tian Yan was listening to the class, he would occasionally observe others unconsciously. Although they were thousands of years apart, the classes were so similar.
Some people are paying attention to the class, some are absent-minded, and some are even doing other homework in class.
Yan Lu's gentle voice spread clearly throughout the entire classroom, so that every disciple could hear it clearly.
"Shun Fa was raised in the garden, Fu Shuo was raised in the building, Jiao Ge was raised in the fish and salt..." Yan Lu said slowly, teaching the students and solving their doubts.
At the same time, everything Yan Lu said was heard clearly by the thoughtful "guy" Feishuang.
But when she looked at Tian Yan, she lowered her head suddenly.
…
Half an hour later.
Feishuang followed Chef Ding back to "Youjian Inn".
The scenery of the inn remains the same, the road is busy with traffic and people coming and going.
What Feishuang knows, isn't that what Zhanri knows?
When Feishuang "accidentally" bumped into the sun while cleaning the room again, everything was doomed.
No matter in terms of strength or status, Feishuang could not afford to offend the man in front of her who was wearing Qin Army bronze armor, a bronze mask on his face, and holding a bloody sword.
Pao Ding also knows some martial arts, although he is not good at it, but his "Jie Niu Knife Technique" is really mysterious, and he even regards it as if it is nothing. It can be said that he is very brave in the art.
In a room with a closed door, Feishuang knelt on one knee with his eyes closed, apparently falling into some kind of mysterious dream.
On the other side, in the dream, the blood-red sky and earth were direct, full of horror, and a huge overwhelming net enveloped the entire earth.
Feishuang is in this net.
The ground under the giant web seemed to be a sea of blood, with countless little spiders climbing in it. A bloody long sword reaching the sky was inserted in the center of the world, and a figure hidden in the blood-colored shadow stood on the hilt of the sword.