In the elegant school, rows of tables are neatly placed in the room. The main color in the room is yellow.
Fu Nian stood high in front of the podium, with a look of surprise on his face. His hands holding the book were slightly lowered. He no longer lowered his head to read, but raised his head and looked at Zixing seriously.
All the disciples also looked at the classmates around them who were so familiar yet seemed so strange with some surprise.
If it is natural for good students to be good, then it will always seem a bit surprising and... inconsistent for poor students to suddenly work hard to improve themselves.
"Then just recite "If you gain the right, you will get many help, but if you lose the right, you will get few." Fu Nian gently put the letter in his hand on the table and continued to look at Zi Xing and asked.
"Yes, Master." Zixing bowed his hands and said to Fu Nian, and then began to recite slowly: "The weather is not as good as the right place, and the right place is not as good as the people..."
Zi Xing spoke slowly, reciting it very fluently, and his tone was cadenced and full of emotion.
It can be seen that he has really worked hard.
Everyone's shock was beyond words.
Even Tian Yan, who was sitting behind Zixing, was a little surprised.
After a while, Zixing memorized the entire text fluently.
There was silence in the school, and there was no sound.
Fu Nian looked at Zixing, his eyes filled with relief.
Zi Xing is not stupid, he is just not good at learning. Now that he has found his way back, it is a good thing.
I originally planned to punish him for copying, but now I think about it.
Looking at the other disciples who bowed their heads with guilty conscience, Fu Nian let out a long sigh.
"Very good, Zi Xing. It's not too late for you to decide to study now. If you can work so hard in the future, you will become a great person sooner or later." Fu Nian stroked his beard and looked at the respectful and courteous Zi Xing who had a new look.
"Yes, Master." Zixing said with a respectful salute to Fu Nian.
Fu Nian doesn't want to take the exam for the rest, because even if he doesn't take the exam, he knows what kind of answers these students can give him.
"Okay, let's start today's lessons." "Teacher" Fu Nian began his lecture.
Tian Yan listened very carefully.
Because until now in her life, there have been very few such quiet, peaceful, normal and... happy days.
People who are in a mediocre place want to be extraordinary, and people who are truly extraordinary will hate the feeling of eternity.
Maybe the world is such a heartless hell. You are not happy, and I am not happy either.
She is an undercover agent, and undercover agents are not supposed to have true feelings.
But she is also a person.
Even from the moment she was not born, she was already on the "net".
Fate did not give her a chance to break free from the big net around her, but drove her to get entangled tighter and tighter, sinking her deeper and deeper.
Soon, the morning's schoolwork was over.
After class, Tian Yan and Fu Nian found a place to chat alone.
"Uncle Wei Yan." Fu Nian respectfully bowed his hands to Tian Yan.
He is even more respectful than Zhang Liang and Yan Lu.
The Holy King's Sword Technique created by Fu Nian and Fu Nian's Way of the Holy King are the ultimate in Confucian "rituals". Fu Nian's way is based on "rituals" and is also limited by "rituals".
"Senior Nephew Fu Nian, when did you leave seclusion?
It's quite a surprise to meet you today." Tian Yan said to Fu Nian with a smile.
"Uncle Wei Yan must have known that there were strong men fighting in Songhai City last night." Fu Nian did not answer Tian Yan's question directly, but turned to Tian Yan and told him another matter.
Snow is still falling all around, and the sky and earth are still vast.
Fu Nian and Tian Yan looked at each other on a wooden pavilion.
"Yes, there was quite a movement.
The aura is full of ruthless meaning and vertical energy. Both of them are masters of swordsmanship, so their identities are self-evident." Tian Yan said slowly to Fu Nian.
"Uncle Wei Yan's skills are indeed amazing, Fu Nian is not as good as him.
The conclusion reached by Master Wei Yan is the same as that reached by Master and Master Xun." Fu Nian admired and praised Tian Yan with a bow.
In terms of distance from the place where the incident occurred, Tian Yan's bedroom was further away than Fu Nian's retreat place.
However, Tian Yan is actually able to perceive everything perfectly, which is enough to show how profound and unpredictable his skills are.
Martial arts seems to have no end, or in other words, martial arts have an end, but people do not.
Before the seclusion, he had a sword discussion with Tian Yan, and he felt that Uncle Wei Yan's skills were unexpectedly unpredictable and not at all what he should have at his age.
After this breakthrough, he had a deeper understanding of his own Tao, but he found that at that time, he still couldn't understand a lot of what Uncle Wei Yan said.
Maybe this is the gap between people.
"It was at that time that my nephew withdrew from the artistic conception of enlightenment and came out of seclusion.
Fu Nian was lucky enough to gain a little bit from this enlightenment, and his skills also improved a little bit.
I was in a hurry to investigate last night, but also thinking that the night was already dark, and I was afraid of disturbing Uncle Wei Yan's rest, so I didn't have time to visit him. I hope you can forgive me." Fu Nian raised his hands and said to Tian Yan respectfully.
"Yes." Tian Yan nodded and said to Fu Nian. He was wearing a white robe and the sleeves of his Confucian uniform fluttering in the wind. His face was elegant and handsome, and he seemed to have an indescribable and otherworldly feeling.
"Uncle Wei Yan, why do you think Guigu Zongheng came here?" Fu Nian asked Tian Yan in front of him.
To be able to have that kind of control and control, to be able to have such unparalleled sword energy, there is no other place in the world except Guigu.
"I don't know, but I can confirm one thing." Tian Yan shook her head and gave it up. In fact, she still wanted to ask Fu Nian what was going on.
"What?" Fu Nian quickly asked Tian Yan.
"When you are angry, the princes will be afraid; if you live in peace, the world will be peaceful.
Wherever Guigu Zongheng comes, something big will happen. Now in Songhai City, Xiaoshengxianzhuang is the largest. If something happens, Confucianism will be the first to bear the brunt.
Nephew Fu Nian, please pay more attention, and if you need help in any way, just ask." Tian Yan analyzed it and said to Fu Nian.
"What Uncle Master said is true. The last time Wei Zhuang from Guigu appeared in the capital of Yan, he massacred dozens of Yan State's important ministers and dignitaries one after another, which shocked the world. Even Yan Chunjun and the Yan State's general Yan Yi were shocked.
Died tragically by his sword." Fu Nian shook his head and sighed.
He does not approve of this behavior.
Although he knew that it might not all be Gui Gu's problem, their arrival still made Fu Niang extremely distressed.
With strong strength and superb resourcefulness, it would be enough to worry about just picking one out of Guigu Zongheng, let alone both of them.
And there is one thing Wei Yan said is right, no matter what they want to do, Confucianism and Xiaoshengxian Manor will definitely not be able to escape this time.
"Come on, nephew Fu Nian, I would like to ask you for advice." Suddenly, Tian Yan changed the topic and bowed to Fu Nian respectfully.
I have no choice but to ask someone for sword skills soon...