Chapter 10: School

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In the early morning of the second day, I was unable to go to the meeting after all.
Because a letter-sending green-spotted bird fell outside the hospital.
The paper is thin cloud, the ink is Huizhou ink, and the handwriting is the most correct Taige body.
‘Yu Yuan Xue Fu, please pass the house to the Syrian, and sweep the couch to welcome. Mr. House, respectfully. The continuation of words is also a one-on-one respect.
Although such an invitation is exquisite, it is what any high-ranking family has done.
The difference is that the end of the invitation is covered with the syllabic slogan of the school, but the private seal of Mr.
The Yuanyuan Academy is not in the ‘one mountain and three factions, the Bumen Shuangsi, the Mozong Zodiac’, it is neutral. Behind these forces, there is a shadow of the school. Bao Puzong’s current head has been studying in the school. The first seat of the Emperor Temple has also taught Dharma in the school. In any of the main sects of the Central School, there are few disciples who are born in the school. Even the prominent officials in the North Emperor's Hall have graduated from the Shuyuan Academy.
The most important thing is that the sir of the school is one of the six great saints in the world.
Such invitations printed by a big man in person are naturally extraordinary.
Duan Chongxuan took the invitation and praised him. "This is a magical means. It is not a saint... Four brothers, you said that the space array in this India can bring two people? Don't tie the two together?"
Go to your sister!
Yin Yin is more than a mouth.
Space crossing also brings people, tearing you apart in minutes!
Yin Yin reached out and took back the invitation to look at it. The words written in the words seemed to be modest, but did not specify the time.
The meaning is very simple, that is, when you get the invitation, you will start immediately.
He suddenly remembered a vulgar language in the practice circle. "The overbearing of the Yashan Mountain is a real knife." If you don't accept it, you will hit the suit. Laozi is the truth!! And the Yuanyuan School, the bright face obeys the ritual system, and It’s hard to make you refuse.

He rubbed his fingertips against the letterhead but the size of the palm. The red ink pad is slightly convex, and the texture is delicate and smooth. It is a vulgar affair.
Duan Chongxuan looked at him and looked nervous. He was afraid that a blind person would disappear.
Mr. Ink's Indy contains a space array method, which can open the space channel by injecting the real element. The Yuanyuan Academy is in Yunyang City in the Middle, and the Yanya Mountain is in the West Coast.
It is now almost instantaneous.
Yin Yi can't think of the big man like Yasheng to see what he did, and he thinks that it is impossible for Duan Chongxuan to guess that because of the good performance in the year, Mr. asked him to go to lectures.
Because he was in the school for three years, he didn’t even know where the door of Mr.’s residence was. The size of the school has its own deputy and a group of teachers.
Mr. House, it seems that only responsible for living in the legend.
I don’t want to think about it, I always want to see it.
He talked a little bit. "Teacher, I am going."
Duan Chongxuan was busy coming up. "You are really not considering bringing me to the four divisions?!...Hey, brother, brother..."
It was as if the screaming was still in the ear, and he stood in a strange land in a blink of an eye.
The blue bricks are covered with shallow water, and the air is still with cool water vapor.
Yunyang City just fell a rain. At the beginning of the day.
Yin Yin looked back and looked at the shadow and calculated the time difference and distance between the two continents.
He is standing in the gate of the school's Zhu Hong, facing a stone like the Ganoderma lucidum, a huge mountain. The grandeur of the face is coming.
The coveted red dragonfly child stood on the edge of the stone and shook his hand. "This brother invited me to come, and the gentleman has been waiting for a long time."
The school is not so much a house, but rather a city in the city.
Because it is surprisingly big.
Bypassing the town stone, it is a broad school main road, and it leads to the Qin Xue Temple, which is a gathering of the students of the weekdays. At this time, the students are in the school to listen to the lectures.
The vast main road and the main hall are more and more empty.
After the diligent study hall, the road in front of us was very complicated. There were both winding corridors and winding paths.
Yin Yi walked on the road where the original body walked through countless times.
The three hugs of the hedgehog pavilion are covered, and the vines are covered with four-storey library buildings, and they look green. In the gallery column in front of the school, Zhu paint has some mottled, revealing the original dark color.
The wind is scented with grass and trees, blowing the sound of reading.
Everything here is familiar and unfamiliar.
What does the Yuanyuan Academy teach?
The Shuyuan Academy teaches everything.
Calligraphy painting, nine chapters of arithmetic, 骈 骊 ,, melody music.
The introduction of practice, the philanthropy of the universe, the universe of the wild, the heart of the mind.
Mr. Jiayuan once said, "There are times before, but there are no advantages and disadvantages. The road is three thousand, and the same way is the same."
This is the purpose of the school.
The leading child turned another arch and smiled. "The brothers have been in business for some years. Can you still remember the road here?"
Yin Yi said, "I have been going through thousands of times in three years. I remember it. I just said that the school disciples were born, but I don’t know the name of Mr.
He thought that this child is the waiter in the hospital and always knows the name of a gentleman. So I saw the house later, and it is also convenient to call.
Unexpectedly, the child said, "Mr.'s name, really no one knows, I think, maybe the gentleman himself does not remember."
The more Yin Yin is a bit strange, "just like the world does not dare to call the name of the sword holy, so for a long time, really do not remember the name?"
But he looked at the boy's look innocent and lively, and it is obvious that the gentleman will be gentle. At least the surface is so.
The child tangled up the buns face.
"Yes is not. Mr. is very high-ranking, so no matter what the prominent person in the world, he needs to be called 'Mr.' But Mr. is also broad-minded, no matter how inferior, can be called 'Mr.' The name is not important. After all, in the gentleman's view, the heavens and the earth are all living and treated equally."
Everyone's life? Yin Yin smiled slightly. It seems that this house is a true saint.
But under the saints, they are all ants.
It is both an ant and is naturally equal.
He was as calm as water, followed the children around the library and walked deep into the quiet school.
Suddenly a turn, he was one step behind, and when he looked again, the figure of the child disappeared out of thin air.
Yin Yin is not panic. Going forward in a leisurely walk.
Because the entire school is the private sector of the gentleman.
Here, one flower and one leaf, the movement of one bird and one beast is all under control, but the eyes of Mr.
Then he lost his way, and he should be in the eyes of the gentleman.
He walked through the martial arts field, and the youngsters practiced the sword with a single eye. The face was tender and tender, and the look was firm. The sweat fell into the collar along the forehead.
He stood outside the door of the discerning hall, and the two school students in the church were arguing, blushing and glaring at each other.
He looked at the library building and rushed through the window. Strolling, holding thick scrolls and Tablets.
Just a teenager, the wind is flourishing.
He remembered the two lessons of "thinking and saying" and "practicing the sword", and he had chosen it. The teachings were notoriously harsh.
He remembered that when he first entered school, others talked, ‘Is it so young to be able to graduate?’ and finally watched him top the list.
He remembered the nights of countless lights-reading nights, the early morning of practicing swords, and the dusk of the building.
Yin Yiyue has never been the best genius of talent, but Yin Yue is more diligent than every genius.
The memory flooded, and the scene of the past flew past his eyes.
A big dream in the world.
He experienced the joys and sorrows of the school for three years. From the initial test of the uneasy entrance to the school, to the practice of Lantai, which sings and sings the wine, every day is unforgettable.
Until this moment, he is Yin Yin, and Yin Yue is him.
Yesterday, all kinds of things are made to me today.
The mind is moving and the sword is singing.
The blue brick under his feet cracked a deep gap.
At the end of the day, it is already like a blood.
At the same time, under the banyan tree in the deep courtyard, a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a slap in the face, smiled slightly.
"The sword is not out of the air and is good, good."
The flowers of the full house trembled in the wind, seemingly echoing his joy.
Yin Yue is still immersed in the sword of Fang Cai, which is a mysterious near-intuition.
The scenery in front of us has to change suddenly.
Changed to a courtyard filled with eucalyptus trees.
The season is clear, but in the middle of the spring, it is already full of flowers, and the sweet fragrance is floating in the air.
Under the banyan tree stood a person, the owner of the entire school.
Before seeing Mr. He, Mr. Yin has thought about how this would be a person.
Perhaps most people have such curiosity, how many people who stand in the heights of the world, what kind of appearance, what kind of power.
But there is no guess, to satisfy the situation at hand.
He originally thought that the gentleman must be a squat old man with a windy bone, but he couldn’t think of a middle-aged Confucian.
The man was standing under the tree, and some of them were lazy and copying their hands, like a wealthy idler in a big door.
Even the most sturdy 峨冠博带, worn on him, also showed three scattered.
There is no power to expose the head, and there is no sword that can't be ignored. Even the martial arts of Liu Yushuang are not.
However, Yin Yi did not dare to relax his vigilance. Because he has a keen instinct for the strength of the spirit.
This person is very strong in front of him.
It is his rare experience in the long experience.
Yin Yue went up two steps, and just kept the distance of the ceremony, and he did a discipleship.
"Students have seen Mr.."
The wealthy idlers waved their hands to indicate that he did not have to pay more.
The next second, this vigilance is magnified to the extreme.
It seems that the blood of the whole body is frozen in an instant like an ice cave!
Because the man smiled at him and glanced at him, some regretted,
"You didn't kill him, that's it."