Early the next morning, Zhan Changfeng visited the social school along the mountain road, and listened to the sound of immature Lang reading aloud everywhere in the forest, but he couldn't see anyone.

Further up, there is a large courtyard, the plaque reads Qingbai Mountain Social Studies, she explained her intention to the doorman, and was taken inside.

"Mr. Yang Ming has explained, I will take you to the Ming Jing Pavilion to meet the teachers first. ”

Mr. Yang Ming is the head of social studies. At the mention of him, the doorman's eyes were full of reverence.

Mr. Yang Ming is a middle-aged man with a pale face, and after greeting each other, he entered the topic, "Qingbai Mountain welcomes people who want to study, although you are a side student, but you also have to take a school exam to provide you with study advice, what do you think?"

"I have no objection, but there are some things I want to say in front of me, one is not a person who hides the clouds, I only know a little about the literature, history and geography of this place, this is what I want to make up, and second, my main purpose is to learn spiritual language. ”

Mr. Yang Ming nodded and said, "You know it in your heart, which is good." Then put aside the literature, history and geography for a while, and I'll give you some arithmetic and debate questions. ”

"I heard that your society has a four-level school of A, B, C, D, and Mr. Yang Ming can take the first-class school examination. ”

She was calm and assertive, and it was really difficult for Mr. Yang Ming to treat her as a student, so he turned his hand with the C-class paper and launched another one, "The first-class academic standard is for the unified examination, so you can try it if you want to." ”

The unified examination is a cultural assessment system in Tibetan Yunjian and a way for the Council of Elders to select members. The Council of Elders presides over the supervision and management of the Zangyunjian City, so the weight of this unified examination is extremely large, and it encompasses a group of people with the best wisdom and knowledge.

Of course, the questions given by Mr. Yang Ming are not as good as those of the unified examination, but they are also more profound, and they cannot be answered casually.

Zhan Changfeng thought about it for a while and put down the pen, and the pen went dragon and snake with a great momentum of overnight, and Mr. Yangming's eyebrows jumped.

He deliberately didn't limit the time with her, just to see her skills, although there are only two kinds of questions, algorithms and debates, but it takes an hour and a half to answer them all, and this has to be a person with a gully. But at her speed, it won't take half an hour.

In fact, it didn't take half an hour for Mr. Yang Ming to watch her finish writing, took the letter suspiciously and checked the paper again, was silent for a while, and said, "Grade A can go." ”

Mr. Yang Ming spread out a long axis, "In addition to the basic courses such as literature, history, geography, arithmetic, etc., there are also several courses such as feng shui, physiognomy, martial arts, and spells, which are available for you to choose from, but because you are a bystander, not the teacher himself accepted it, so you can listen and watch, but the gentlemen will not point you to it, you have to have a number." ”

"I understand. ”

Zhan Changfeng wrote down the name of the tutor and the things taught in the long axis, and then bought nine courses including the spirit language on the long axis, and went to three thousand spirit stones at once.

Mr. Yang Ming saw that she had made a good choice and said, "The fourth-level schools of A, B, C and D are called Wangmeiju, Lanxin Pavilion, Wenzhulou, and Zheju House. The students of Wangmeiju are the most knowledgeable and older, and they specialize in the unified examination. Oriju House is a young child who has just started up. You're new to the culture of Tibetan Yunjian, and I want you to start over, but I'm afraid that the chrysanthemum house is too naïve, and Wangmeiju doesn't teach basic things, which is a bit difficult to do. What do you think is the best thing to do?"

"Then go to Lanxin Pavilion, no, I can make up for it. ”

"It's fine. ”

Later, Mr. Yang Ming asked Mr. Wen Shi to take her to Lanxin Pavilion.

Coming out of the Ming Jing Pavilion, she can be regarded as officially joining Qingbai Mountain.

The sun was at its most scorching in the hour after noon, and the green trees and bricks were soaked in the white sunlight, and there was no sound except for the occasional cicada.

The gentleman who taught literature and history called himself Qin Huan, and he carefully explained a few precautions to Zhan Changfeng about going to school, and then kept silent, and seemed to be a little annoyed by the heat that could not be pulled.

Passing through the mountain road, turning a mountain wall along the mahogany promenade, you can gradually hear the sound of a waterfall, mixed with human laughter.

Zhan Changfeng looked down, and saw that there was a white practice rushing down in the valley covered by trees, there was a Zhu in the water, there was a pavilion on the shore, and the students in white clothes were either treading the water and singing, or lying on their sides to rest, or playing the piano and painting, leisurely and natural, and the meaning of coolness was very sultry.

Seeing her gaze, Qin Huan explained with a smile, "The summer over there is particularly cool, and the teachers and students of social studies like to go, but it's a pity that this place is close to Lanxin Pavilion, and the juniors of the other three academies often come late and can't occupy the land, which has caused several big battles." ”

He spoke in a peaceful tone, and seemed to be very happy with the juniors' jokes and fights.

Zhan Changfeng smiled, and followed him into the Lanxin Pavilion, this clock rang three times, and there were many footsteps behind him, it was the beginning of the afternoon class.

Entering the courtyard, Qin Huan said: "According to Mr. Yangming's words, you are not good enough in literature and history, so how about going to a room to study history?"

"Nothing. Zhan Changfeng replied.

Qin Huan smiled a little sincerely, knowing what was lacking and making up for it, such a student is always gratifying.

The courtyard is four-fold, divided into four rooms, in the center is a banyan tree that ten people can't hug, and the luxuriant and huge canopy covers the four sides of the sky, casting a large area of shade,

Zhan Changfeng was brought into a room on the north side, where more than a dozen seats were placed in an orderly manner, and most of the young students had not yet sat down, Qin Huan coughed, and immediately returned to his position, and shouted loudly, "Good afternoon, Master Qin." ”

The atmosphere in the room is more relaxed, not that the students are as quiet as quails when they meet Mr., and Lan Xinting is a young man of thirteen or fourteen years old, and his lively style has not yet been practiced, and he still has a youthful spirit, and he greets everyone with a mouth, but his eyes are restless and slip out of the door.

A tiger-headed kid's eyes lit up, "Master Qin, but here is a new life?"

"Come on, Li Baimao. Someone in the corner said leisurely, "Even if a new life comes, it can't change your fate of being the penultimate in 10,000 years." ”

The crowd laughed.

Li Baimao was not afraid of boiling water, so he sighed deeply, "In this world, there are always some unpredictable things. ”

The girl sitting next to her sleeve with one hand and grinding slowly with the other hand did not raise her head, "Yes, people always have to struggle, otherwise how do you know that life is hopeless except hopeless." ”

"Hahaha, that's right. ”

Li Baimao jumped to his feet, nodded at the girl with his fat fingers, and pointed at the person in the corner, "Yu Sheng, Han Zhigao, did I owe you two in my last life!"

Han Zhigao took the town ruler and patted it, "No, it was the two of us who made too many sins to meet you." ”

Yu Sheng concluded, "Bad fate." ”

Li Baimao's tongue was knotted, he couldn't hold it up, his face was red, and he spit out a word, "..... Depend on. ”

Qin Huan had seen enough of them playing treasures, so he pressed his hand at the right time, and reprimanded with a tiger face, "How can you be allowed to mess around during the lecture, don't let new friends see jokes." ”

He stepped out of the way, "Come and say hello to them." ”

A group of students looked behind him, and the person who only saw a corner of his clothes just now finally entered the line of sight completely, only to see the other party standing with his hands arched, "My name is Yi Zhan, please advise." ”

Everyone returned the salute, "Welcome, learn together." ”

Qin Huan nodded with satisfaction, and said to Zhan Changfeng, "If you like any vacant seat, go over and sit, it's time for class." ”

Zhan Changfeng nodded and walked towards the only vacant seat.

This is a window-facing position, a bunch of branches with the sun stretched in from the air, the green above, the oblique shadow below swayed lightly, it was very beautiful to see, but there was only heat left in the scene, no wonder there were people in front and behind, but it was empty.

Zhan Changfeng didn't care much, he sat on the seat in a regular manner, took out the four treasures of the study, and the Qin master in front of him was explaining the glyph structure. This is a calligraphy class.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you have been studying poetry and scriptures for a while, and now please use the brush in your hand to record the passages you like the most. ”

"Yes. ”

Writing the best words, the best articles, and the best articles are the theme of this class.

The students were silent, concentrating on dipping ink and mentioning words.

"Use your wrists, not your fingers. ”

"Don't lean your elbow on the table. ”

Qin Huan turned to Li Baimao's side, looking at his tadpole-like string of ghost talismans, his eyebrows could kill flies, Li Baimao twisted his body, and when he saw Qin Huan turn around, he hurriedly shouted, "Why don't you criticize me." ”

The classmates around him laughed unconsciously and said in unison, "Probably hopeless." ”

"I can barely tell it's a word. Li Baimao held up his ink treasure aggrievedly, "I think I can still save it." ”

Yu Sheng shook his head, what a living treasure. The next breath found that Qin Huan stopped next to her, but he turned his back to her to look at another student, who happened to be a freshman who came today.

Qin Huan saw that she only wrote two words, and then she didn't follow, and even put the pen aside. Considering the difference between the two characters, Qin Huan relaxed the conditions, "If you don't know what to write, you can take out the calligraphy and copy it." ”