Outsiders don't know it, but the core existence within Bailu General Hospital has entered a state of alert that has not been seen in several years.
Hundreds of leaf protectors were scattered around, waiting in full formation.
An existence at the level of deputy pulse master or even pulse master passed through layers of grammatical light curtains and walked into the depths of Jianmu.
In the deepest part of Jianmu, no one has seen it, not even the leaf protector.
That is one of the biggest secrets of White Deer. Only existences at the level of deputy channel masters can be lucky enough to enter it under the summons of Xian Gong.
There are no lush and boundless woods, nor thunderous forest waves.
There are only thick branches that look like dragons and dragons.
There aren't even a single branch or leaf on these thick branches, only the dark ancient bark that looks like dragon scales is left, much like a crawling real dragon.
The tree trunks formed a huge altar with a radius of dozens of feet.
Standing in front of the altar, one feels as insignificant as a mountain standing tall.
In the center of the wooden altar, a sapling only as tall as a person looks particularly eye-catching.
The sapling is slender, with only seven branches extending outward, and its leaves are small and delicate, with various shapes.
Some are like gourds, some are like towers, some are like ancient tripods, and so on.
It's just that these leaves are not vibrant green, but more like the yellow-green color that is about to enter late autumn and is about to wither.
After the masters and deputy masters of each line came in, they all bowed respectfully to the three virtuous men headed by Zhao Xiangong, and then stood aside with hands tied.
Zhao Xiangong was looking through the important events gathered at the main hospital.
Originally, it was not the Wensheng Palace's turn to take care of these matters, but recently there were signs of a storm coming to Bailu Academy, so he had to step out of the Wensheng Palace to take charge of the overall situation.
"Eight A-level matters, thirty-six B-level matters, and three hundred and fifty-three C-level matters..."
"Why can't I see any news about Taibai among so many things?"
There was no hint of happiness or anger on Zhao Xiangong's face, but just a question made nearly twenty high-ranking pulse masters and deputy pulse masters present fall into silence.
"In the Dragon Gate Competition in June, White Deer Academy barely managed to retain a bit of dignity, but what are you doing in July?"
"Allowing outsiders to gossip, disrupting the academy's reputation, allowing the academy's popular sentiment to fluctuate, and even allowing students from various places to leave the academy. Is this what you call an arrangement?"
Zhao Xiangong's eyes swept across the faces of everyone present,
"Taibai is a great talent that emerged from the academy this year, but you all seem to be indifferent to it."
"Is it because I, Zhao Gongting, stopped all of you from investigating Taibai, so I thought it was none of my business and hung up on it?"
"Or do you really think Taibai will never leave White Deer Academy?"
The calm tone, but it rolled away like thunder, and everyone present couldn't help but feel their hearts beating.
"Allowing outsiders to criticize academy students, is this what you call a necessary sacrifice?"
"But your countermeasures are not even as good as this student's poem!"
Zhao Gongting stood up and pointed at a fresh green leaf picked out from the slender sapling.
"Now, Taibai's song "It's Difficult to Travel" not only shuts up the mouths of those young people, but also gathers a vibrant leaf of the Bailu cultural context."
"The academy spent a full ten years gathering 873 leaves, all of which are yellow-green. In the past ten years, only this leaf has such vitality."
"Eight hundred and seventy-three Wenwen leaves, there are eight hundred and seventy-three leaf protectors."
"Now I will keep these eight hundred and seventy-fourth Wenwen leaves until Taibai personally takes charge."
Zhao Gongting waved his hand and erected a light curtain in front of the altar.
The light curtain reflects the sea of trees and leaves corresponding to this context.
Sure enough, a brand new green leaf appeared there. The veins on the leaf were clear, absorbing the surrounding culture, and there were faint seal characters forming.
"Li Chunhai, your brother went to the Holy Temple and will enter the Wensheng Palace when he comes back. In the future, you, the deputy pulse master, will most likely have to remove the subtitle. How do you think we should treat Taibai?"
When Li Chunhai heard this, he immediately bowed down and said, "We should devote all our efforts to cultivating him."
Zhao Gongting smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "Is this what you think?"
"A poetic talent like Taibai needs our academy to devote all its efforts to cultivating him? Is it necessary?"
"Not only does he not need it, but now the academy is acknowledging his love."
"He doesn't even need any academy. He can reach the top with just a literary saint list."
"An Gonghe, your An family has made a lot of gains in June, do you still want to take the opportunity to recruit Taibai into the An family?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present changed their colors and turned their attention to An Gonghe.
An Gonghe's forehead suddenly had large beads of sweat, and he hurriedly clasped his fists and explained, "I would like to inform Mr. Zhao Xian, the An family has absolutely no such idea."
Zhao Gongting didn't pay any attention to An Gonghe, and suddenly a sense of majestic momentum arose in his body.
In an instant, everyone present, except for the other two wise men, felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on their shoulders.
Immediately afterwards, these aloof beings knelt on the ground with a "puff, plop".
"Taibai's poems can gather the leaves of the context. This matter is not trivial. All actions of the family within the academy have stopped."
"As for Taibai's future choices, it will be up to him to decide after he enters Beijing."
"Do you understand?"
"I sincerely obey the order of Duke Xian of Zhao." Nearly twenty pulse masters and deputy pulse masters bowed to accept the order without the slightest thought of resistance.
This is the power that only third-grade Confucians have.
Third grade, an extraordinary and refined state.
Entering the third level, with the blessing of the country, it can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and gather the hearts of the people below.
Even if it is half-step to the third level, it is vastly different from the third level.
Facing the Third Rank, facing the Xian Gong in Wensheng Palace, no one dared to resist.
Otherwise it will be a disaster of collapse.
"During this period, I will be stationed here and no longer be in retreat, and all your affairs will be gathered into my hands."
"In September, the triennial world exam will be held. Officials from various places and the Imperial Academy of the four major academies will face the most severe judgment."
"I hope that none of you here will disappear by then..."
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After some beating,
Many line masters and deputy line masters left one after another, leaving only three virtuous men beside the Jianmu altar.
"Ning Ping Gong, Zhenyang Gong, the situation is urgent now, I won't leave you two more." Zhao Gongting said, cupping his fists towards the other two people.
"Brother Zhao, why are you doing this? The two of us left Wensheng Palace for the sake of the northern border." Ning Pinggong said,
"Brother Zhao needs to pay more attention when he is in charge of the main hospital, so Taibai..."
"Don't worry, Mr. Ning Ping. Taibai's poem fits the literary destiny of Bailu Academy and even condenses a leaf of cultural context. Based on this alone, I will do my best to keep him safe."
Zhao Gongting promised solemnly.
"Okay, that being the case, I'm relieved. I really hope there will be a second Su Yuanqing..."
Ning Pinggong said with emotion, "We, the White Deer, have not been able to breathe for ten years."
"The song "The Road Is Difficult" written by Taibai is really good."
"The road is difficult, the road is difficult, and there are many divergent roads. How can we be safe now? There will be strong winds and waves, and there will be times when we can hang sails to help us sail across the sea."
"My White Deer Academy will eventually be able to overcome the storms one day..."
Before the words were spoken, Duke Ning Ping and Duke Zhenyang disappeared into the altar, as misty as a raven, straight into the sky.
Zhao Gongting walked up to the altar and stared blankly at the young leaf that had just been pulled out. A look of relief appeared on his wrinkled face.
"There is finally hope, isn't there?"
"The young eagle has to go out to find food after all, otherwise why would it fly into the sky?"
"But at least I can protect him until he has to go out for training."
Zhao Gongting stood for a while longer, opened the Literary List, and carefully read "The Road is Difficult" that he had successfully reached the top of the mountain. He couldn't help but feel great relief.
"There will be times when strong winds and waves break, so you can hang up your sails and sail across the sea!"