Chapter 150 Yingchuan Academy

The next morning, Huangfu Jian was wearing a Confucian robe and a luan scarf. He followed Xun Jing slowly and walked towards Yingchuan Academy. Huangfu Jian had a fair face and a handsome image. In addition, he was young and looked not much different from those scholars and scholars who came to study. He was just dressed in gorgeous and brighter.

Yingchuan County is mostly mountainous, and Yingchuan Academy is also built on the mountain. The academy is located on the outskirts of the city and was originally a villa of the Xun family. After the academy was established, it was donated to be a school.

The academy is still a long way from Xun Mansion, but Xun Jing, who is nearly fifty years old, neither rides a horse nor rides a horse. He walks step by step. He walks through the peach forest, between the mountains and rivers, leisurely and contentedly, and is also called cultivating the mind and cultivating nature.

Xun Jing's waist was straight, his long beard was floating, and he took a specific step. Although he had no martial arts skills, his steps were self-contained, blended into nature, unspeakable extraordinary and even more aura of immortality.

Could this be what Confucianism calls righteousness and Huangfu Jian, who is following behind, is envious?

Half an hour later, Huangfu Jian followed Xun Jing and finally arrived at the gate of Yingchuan Academy.

There is no deep wall as imagined, no gold-plated plaque as imagined, and no majestic brass animal-faced door knocker. The wall is low, and a wooden door that has been deep in the past is open. A wooden plaque with black lacquered and red characters hung above the main door, with four big words written on it: Yingchuan Academy, signature: Mr. Shui Jing.

The font is vigorous and powerful, with red and black contrasting, red as blood and black as the night sky, perfectly combined, calm and solemn.

Entering the gate, walking through the bluestone road, facing a large house. The house is square, made of earthen bricks, with carved tiles on it. There is a large incense table in the middle of the house. Behind the incense table is a portrait of Confucius, and a few incense branches are inserted in the brass incense burner. The swaying smoke slowly rises and scatters of Zhejiang and Zhejiang.

After passing through the next door, there is the place where the students in the courtyard are studying. The cushions of low seats are arranged in an orderly manner. Students sit on them, either dancing with their hands and feet, talking lightly, or bowing their heads and eyebrows and contemplating silently. The thick bamboo slips are piled up on the tables in a mess.

This was originally built by several major families such as Xun and Chen in Yingchuan to cultivate their own children. But they did not expect that the reputation was so great that some poor scholars from other places also came to visit, which formed the current climate.

Huangfu Jian stood quietly by the door, and three people were arguing about something.

One of the quiet and elegant young scholars said loudly: "General Zhenxi destroyed the Qiang and Hu, defeated the Xianbei, protected the territory and safeguarded the people, promoted the great Han Dynasty's reputation, and had great achievements. The emperor rewarded the merits and enthroned the general Zhenxi, which was at the right time, and was a wise move."

"Brother Chen is the difference!" Another noble family member with a brightly dressed dress stood up and talked with disdain: "I have been a great man for four hundred years, and my reputation is far-reaching. The foreigners' wild lands and the foreigners are just a problem of scabies and are not worth worrying about. The General Zhenxi, who owns Yongliang, has taken office and has been purged of the ministers of the rich and gentry, promoted poor men, eliminated the differences, and destroyed the foundation of the Han official system. It is really a ulterior motive. I believe that the General Zhenxi's threat to the Han is far beyond the foreigners' troubles."

A shocking word! A heart-killing word!

"What do you think of the old drama?" Seeing that the two of them had arguing for a while, they looked at a sick young man sitting behind them.

"I only know that during the time when General Zhenxi served as the prefect of An'an County, he managed a small border county that was unwelcome to strengthen the people and the country, and used the strength of a county to destroy the Qiang, Hu and defeat the Xianbei. This is something that many people could not do, which shows that his literary talent and martial arts were different from ordinary people, and he was a hero of heaven and earth. He promoted the Han Dynasty and destroyed the Han Dynasty! Who can say the future? God's will and the people's will, everything is possible." This young man with a sick heart was gone, and he spoke without shocking words.

"What are you fighting for? What are you quarrels? Why don't you let others sleep? I just had a good dream, and I was woken up by you. Whether it is the general of Zhenxi or the great man, what do all the people in the world have to do with me? I only want to have a good wine and a beautiful woman. Hehe, I heard that the immortal drunkenness produced by the general of Zhenxi is good. When did I want to enjoy my mouth?" A thin boy interrupted their argument unhappily.

"Cough, cough..." Xun Jing, the dean standing outside the door, could not have thought that these lawless students would dare to say anything, and the object of the argument was the master standing behind him. He looked embarrassed and coughed unnaturally.

"It's okay, I want to know how the world views me." Huangfu Jian waved his hand gently and said with a calm and calm look on his face.

But it was too late, Xun Jing's cough had alarmed these unruly students. Seeing that the dean stood outside the door at some point, one by one, they obediently returned to their own positions to sit down, the noisy school was silent all of a sudden.

As for General Huangfu, who was standing behind the dean, was directly ignored by these students. This is a common thing at Yingchuan College. From time to time, foreign students are used to studying.

But when they saw Huangfu Jian's appearance, some people were happy and some were worried! No matter when and where, poor families and nobles were a pair of contradictions. They thought Huangfu Jian was a child of a wealthy family. In this way, the aristocrats in the academy were stronger, and some weak families would suffer greater pressure.

Seeing that the academy had returned to quiet again, Xun Jing's old face improved slightly, so he bowed to Huangfu Jian and said, "General, all the students in the academy are here, just look at it."

"Mr. Xun, I wonder who are the students who were arguing about just now?" Huangfu Jian thought for a while and asked.

"The quiet and elegant scholar is called Chen Qun, Chen Changwen, a local Chen family. The rich child is the nephew of the Guo family, Guo Tu and Guo Gongze. The sick young man is called Xi Zhong, Xi Zhicai, and Xi Lidi. The youngest naughty boy is called Guo Jia, Guo Fengxiao, and the nephew of the Guo family." Xun Jing heard it and said one by one.

Although Xun Jing was fair, Huangfu Jian was shocked when he heard this. They were all famous talents, and they were all in a natural way. How could Huangfu Jian not be moved?

Although Huangfu Jian was thrilled, his face was filled with Gujing Wubo. He didn't see anything unusual. He just said to Xun Jing lightly: "Mr. Xun, can I let me meet Xi Zhong, Chen Qun and Guo Jia alone? I want to talk to them in detail."

"The general is not called Guo Tu?" Mr. Xun was slightly surprised when he heard this and asked.

"No need for Guo Tu. Although he is talented, he has something to do with this general, so forget it." Huangfu Jian said with a smile. Just kidding, who would dare to ask for a guy like Guo Tu who is the best fighter in the nest? Let's leave him to Yuan Shao, General Yuan!

"Well!" Xun Jing didn't know what he was thinking, but just sighed and said.

There is a small slope in front of Yingchuan Academy. After a long sleep over the winter, the yellow grass began to spit out a drop of fresh green. This slope without a name is now agile because of four great figures who will be famous all over the world.

Huangfu Jian quietly looked at Xi Zhicai, Guo Jia and Chen Qun standing in front of him, but he couldn't calm down for a long time. He turned into a golden opera, Ji Zhicai, genius Guo Jia and Guo Fengxiao, and master planning Chen Qun and Chen Changwen, what a dazzling name.

"You must be wondering why I want to see you. Because I am here, I am Huangfu Jian, the general of Zhenxi, whom you were just arguing about." Huangfu Jian smiled indifferently and said straight to the point.

"You are the God of War, Wuhou, and the General of Zhenxi Huangfu Jian!" The three of them screamed almost at the same time.

Fortunately, there is no one else on this slope, otherwise it will cause a commotion. Compared with the famous Huangfu Jian, these three future talents are still just pearls covered with dust, unknown, and at most they are only famous in the village.

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