"Is this the Hengyuan Academy?"

Su Wen was lying on the rocks by the lake, looking up at the sky, there was a trace of emptiness in his heart for some reason, guessing what kind of lively phenomenon should be on the side of the courtyard, even if he had to come here, but this did not mean that he was willing to fall silent with this declining courtyard, the name of Su Wen in Cangzhou, and the shouts on the cliff of Huangshi Mountain he still remembered.

Senior Brother Kong Cheng walked over, it was the middle-aged scholar Su Wen saw after entering the Hengyuan, he walked to Su Wen's side, holding a bamboo board full of tea sets in his hand, tied with a wedge and floating on the lake.

"Senior brother, what are you thinking?" Kong Cheng skillfully fiddled with the various tea sets and cleaned them with lake water.

Su Wen sat up and looked at the elegant and somewhat weak senior brother, what else is there in this horizontal courtyard? There are also eight scholars who are as powerless as the other party, in addition, flowers and birds, landscapes, why did he come, and why did the senior brother let him come, until he finally came here, he felt lost, and there was still unwillingness to do something in the loss.

"Senior brother, what do you usually do?"

Kong Cheng thought about it seriously for a long time before he spoke: "Read, copy books, and then sell books, read, copy books, of course, Hengyuan hasn't bought books for a long time, because there are a lot of books here, and we don't have much money." ”

"Is that all? It's been in such a cold courtyard, senior brother, if I don't come in, the world won't know that there are still living people behind this big red gate. Su asked in surprise.

"Why let others know, no one knows that we are not all alive. Kong Cheng also looked at each other in surprise.

Su Wen flipped his wrist suddenly, looked at the crystal clear lake, and then looked at the senior brother who carefully cleaned the cups, and then said: "Senior brother, this Hengyuan is like a teapot in your hand, we are like tea leaves, if there is no water to soak yourself, what can you do even if you are full of economy, since outsiders can't smell your fragrance and can't drink your taste, then what's the point of your existence." ”

"Well, it seems to make a lot of sense, junior brother, what did you say by the sage, if we are tea, then what should the water be? Kong Cheng said thoughtfully.

"Fame! Isn't life to pursue these? Either be an official, or become a strong person on the martial arts list, talented people shouldn't bury themselves like this, this Hengyuan is too cold, we should let the world know that there is not only a Zongyuan in the academy, I also want everyone to hear my Su Wen's name." ”

Qingfeng seemed to understand Su Wen's words, and set off a ripple on the lake, Kong Cheng's hand cleaning the cup stopped, wiped it on his body, sat next to Su Wen, gently patted the other party's shoulder and said, "Senior brother, will you be much better off if you let the world know your name?" I suddenly feel that your analogy is not very appropriate, you say that we are tea leaves, we need to be soaked in water to have the meaning of existence, but if the tea leaves are soaked in water, they will be poured out, others have smelled your fragrance, after drinking your taste, will he still care about the remaining tea residues? ”

"But senior brother, is it wrong to show your talent and get ahead, and then become famous all over the world? Could it be that you have ended your life behind this big red gate, you need to know that the cicada has been dormant for twenty-three years, and it is only for the sake of fame, let alone people. ”

"It doesn't seem wrong. Kong Cheng frowned, and kept looking for the words of the sages to prove in his heart, but he could always find the next opposing words to refute, as if the truth in this world had already been said by the sages, so there was nothing wrong.

After a while, he said: "Senior brother, senior brother doesn't know which one is right, but I know which one I want in my heart, since I want it, that's right, in fact, sometimes I also feel that the loneliness of Hengyuan is a pity, but you have also seen it, our senior brothers are useless scholars, except for reading, there is nothing left, but now that you are here, what do you want to do, just go! Anyway, there is nothing left in Hengyuan, and we who are the living dead in the eyes of others will support you." ”

"Senior brother, why do you say this like a broken can, I am very capable, senior brother, you may not know why I came here, do you know.....?

"Tea?"

Just when Su Wen was about to talk, Kong Cheng suddenly interrupted the other party's words very disappointmently, and said with a smile like a spring breeze on his face.

"No, I'm still holding the identity of a first-class disciple, I can't waste this year's time, senior brother, look at it! Su Wen jumped off the rock suddenly, as if his heart knot was opened, whether it was the arrangement of the senior brother or fate, you can choose the road, but how to go is my Su Wen's own business.

Seeing the little junior brother walking outside full of energy, Kong Cheng still didn't change his smile, these old guys who still entered the mansion in the early years of Tianxing have long been accustomed to this kind of life, otherwise they would have left like other classmates, but they are still here really just for those few broken books? When he looked at the back of the other party leaving, a trace of feeling suddenly arose in his heart, and he washed the teacup in his hand again, and decided to go to those guys to discuss the truth about tea and water, and couldn't help but sigh in his mouth, "It's good to be young!"

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There are many places in the academy in addition to the vertical and horizontal courtyards, Su Wen is a first-class disciple of the Hengyuan, even if those two words are a bit harsh, but the identity of the first-class disciple is still enough for him to do a lot of things.

Walking in the academy, there are many people who will look at him from time to time, just as he hopes, Su Wen's name is loud enough, but this is not what he really wants, at least he doesn't want people to mention him when they say that Su Wen, who has taken the position of Mo Xiuyuan's first class, and Su Wen, who can make Du Lao recognize him as a disciple.

It's just that he didn't wait too long, and the old man in plain clothes appeared in front of him out of thin air, and the smile on his face made Su Wen retreat a little fearfully.

"Don't be afraid!" Du Changhe hurriedly shouted.

"Old man, you can't talk nonsense. Compared with Jiang Liyi, Su Wen's attitude at the moment is more than one hundred and eighty times respectful, but the meaning expressed in the words will not change because of the attitude of the words.

Du Changhe was willing to let Su Wen go, waved his big sleeves, and directly rolled up the other party with a breeze, and the two swept towards the bamboo house on the mountainside together.

"Old man, who are you!" Su Wen couldn't help but roar angrily, and after a dizziness, he was thrown to the ground, and then he fixed his eyes to see that this bamboo house was simple enough, half of the walls collapsed, and there was nothing in the room except for a low table and a bed, just like his wooden house in Cangzhou.

"I'm your master!" Du Changhe said melancholy, tears in his eyes.

Su Wen looked at the slightly crazy old man in front of him, and naturally recognized that it was the old man who was fighting with the Holy Maiden on the high platform today, if he didn't need the other party to speak at all before, he would have already knelt down to worship the master, but now he already has a master, and from the perspective of aura cultivation, Lu Xing is only stronger than the other party.

"I already have a master, and I can't worship you as a teacher anymore. Su Wen hurriedly said.

"Who? That can't be Tang Yibai's rabbit cub. Du Changhe blew his nose and glared and scolded, listening to Su Wen, the Tsing Yi poet who let me sleep in the world was reduced to the title of a rabbit cub in the other party's mouth, this old man is too arrogant.

"That's not it, I have never met Shixian, and my family teacher is Lu Xing, the contemporary sword leader of the Dry Sword Shrine. Su Wen deliberately said word by word, and when mentioning Lu Xing's name, his tone was deliberately raised a little.

Who knew that when Du Changhe heard that it was not Tang Yibai, the gloomy cloud on his face dissipated instantly, and he hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No wonder you can use such excellent swordsmanship, this is reasonable, but this is not compatible with me, he taught him, I taught mine, our well water does not interfere with river water." ”

Su Wen was stunned for a moment, and asked tentatively in a low voice: "Old man, why should I learn from you." ”

This sentence made Du Changhe laugh, stretched out his hand and pointed at himself and asked proudly: "Little guy, do you know who I am?"

"I don't know. Su Wen said seriously, after all, he didn't even know much about the affairs of Hengyuan.

"It's okay, listen, the old man's surname is Du, his name is Changhe, and he is the only Divine Mind Master in the Zongheng Academy, no, it should be the only Divine Mind Master in the entire Pingjing. Du Changhe said smugly, just the three words of Divine Nian Master definitely have the same weight as the Dry Sword Tomb.

"Oh. Su Wen only responded with one word, and his face did not show the shock and joy that the other party expected.

On the contrary, Du Changhe was a little flustered, looking at the other party in surprise, he couldn't believe that there were still people in this world who could still remain calm after hearing the three words of Shen Nian Shi, but it was a pity that the one in front of him, even those in his family, could be said to be the most ignorant people in the world, and the humiliation that Fu Danyang had already learned at the beginning also fell on him at this moment, but fortunately, the old man was more temperamental so he didn't scold.

"O Divine Mindmaster! Little one, Divine Mindmaster. Du Changhe deliberately lengthened his voice and said.

Su Wen nodded seriously and said, "Old man, I'm not deaf, I can hear." ”

"You don't even know what a Divine Nian Master is!"

"I don't know. ”

Du Changhe held back the bruise on his chest and said, "The lotus pond in the second martial arts test was made by me. ”

"Oh, no. Su Wen still didn't look interested, although the Qingchi was weird and abnormal, it didn't seem to be anything special, at least compared to Lu Xing's Thousand Miles Sword, both momentum and power were far behind.

The old man looked up to the sky and roared, slapping one hand on the table, and at this moment, Su Wen finally changed color.

It is said that on that day, the disciples of the Mathematics Mansion saw that the whole back mountain seemed to be illuminated by the light of the Buddha, and thousands of old locust trees grew like crazy and went straight to the sky, hugged tightly, and poked out a huge cangmu dragon head from the clouds, the sound of the dragon's chant was endless, and the huge dragon body continued to extend along the thousands of old locust trees, covering the sky and the sun and hovering over the green mountain.

The masters of the various sects hidden in Pingjing City all turned pale, looked into the distance and scolded in shock.

"Old ghost Du, what the hell did you take the wrong medicine again. ”