grass!

Bao Dong scratched his head.

Suzaku said: "Men are not good, mostly because of psychological factors. Xiao Xuanzi, you have studied a lot recently! But are you going to try it with Zhou Ning? I want you to watch some good movies, and you can enlighten yourself."

I believe you are evil!

Bao Dong was going to class, and before leaving he expressed his confusion.

"Nowadays, when students from the Imperial College go out, many of them are arranged to serve as officials in remote places. Damn it, I wonder if I can do business."

Yang Xuan's heart moved, "When you come out, if you still want to do something, just go to Northern Xinjiang to find me."

Bao Dong hesitated for a moment, "I don't care about the bitter cold in northern Xinjiang, but it's just hard for you there..."

"Just go!" Yang Xuan thought of Bao Dong's role: deception and propaganda.

"Propaganda is the repetition of lies." Zhuque summarized Bao Dong's role in one sentence.

Yang Xuan now needs a team, and Bao Dong, who knows everything about him, is the best candidate.

But you can't look anxious, otherwise Bao Dong is cunning and will definitely make conditions.

"We need some manpower over there."

Yang Xuan said this.

Bao Dong was really itchy, "But Taiping County?"

The fish took the bait... Yang Xuan said reservedly: "When I return this time, I will probably take up a post in the state."

"Again...promoted again?" Bao Dong asked in surprise.

Yang Xuan nodded, "The credit is enough, but the qualifications are a bit lacking, but I can make up for it this time."

Bao Dong glanced at him secretly, "How about... I go home and discuss it with Aye."

"There's no rush for this."

Yang Xuan and Bao Dong separated and went to find Zhou Ning.

Fallen leaves can be seen everywhere in the Imperial College in autumn, but no one is cleaning them.

Fallen leaves rise and flutter in the wind.

Zhong Hui is waving his tail and watching the fallen leaves flying.

"Why can't I realize it?"

Zhong Hui kept trying to bring the curvature of the tail closer to the fallen leaves, but it was very stiff.

"professor."

"Don't make any noise, I'm enlightening."

"professor!"

Zhong Hui was slightly angry, but when he turned around he laughed, "Zitai!"

"Meet the professor."

Yang Xuan was always grateful to the professor. After saluting, he asked: "What is the professor enlightening?"

"You have never seen the Imperial College more than a hundred years ago. It was spotless. Until a senior realized the truth by observing the colorful fallen leaves. From then on, every autumn, the fallen leaves of the Imperial College were no longer cleaned. I looked at it here, but I couldn't find a clue.

.”

The so-called enlightenment in metaphysics, in Yang Xuan's view, is more like understanding the relationship between heaven, earth, and people.

"professor."

"Um!"

"I do have some ideas."

"Tell me about it." Zhong Hui was looking forward to it. "You said that you know etiquette even if you have enough food and clothing, and you know honor and disgrace when you have enough food and clothing. I am quite amazed. If you have any thoughts today, just tell me."

Metaphysics is a relatively independent system, and the same is true for the Imperial College. Metaphysics produces cultivating talents, and the Imperial College produces officials.

My great cause of revolt requires many talents, and Xuanxue and Imperial College are the best cows... Yang Xuan smiled sincerely.

"Professor, everything has its origin. In the autumn, the trees bear fruit and the fruits fall to the ground, and they become saplings in the next year. The leaves fall with each passing year, not as a sign of separation, but as a return to their roots."

"Return to roots...fallen leaves return to roots." Zhong Hui narrowed his eyes.

A singing voice came to Yang Xuan's ears: "What a big tree..."

Fucking Suzaku!

"The fallen leaves are colorful and never leave their roots. This is the meaning of care!"

Zhong will close his eyes.

Isn't this boss crazy?

Yang Xuan thought of Bao Dong, and before taking action, he had to say a few lingering short sentences to shake his inner breath. What would this professor understand?

Thinking of Zhong Hui holding a mace in one hand and a handkerchief in the other, coughing a few times, looking at the phlegm on the handkerchief, and reciting a few sour poems sadly, Yang Xuan felt that An Ziyu could beat him to death with a ruler.

"ah!"

The bell will open its mouth and whistle.

This... could it be that he has learned some great skill?

Yang Xuan heard the sound coming from the sky, and a picture emerged in his mind: An Ziyu gritted his teeth and led the people to search for who was crying like a ghost.

Zhong Hui's figure flashed, and the mace placed under the tree was in his hand at some point.

The mace was waving in Zhong Hui's hand. Judging from the height, it was clear that he was on the lower third route.

The sound of flying above his head stopped. Yang Xuan looked up and saw An Ziyu and several people standing on the branch, his body swaying slightly with the branch.

Poke, pick, tease, sweep...

The mace was so flexible that it reminded Yang Xuan of something Liang Jing said.

The mace lifted up, then smashed down from top to bottom, and then swept across.

boom!

A big tree fell down.

Zhong Hui stopped his work and asked, "What do you think, Si Ye?"

An Ziyu praised in the air above his head: "It used to be that your mace was powerful and heavy, but it lacked changes. Now it is extremely flexible and wonderful! What did you realize?"

"In the past, I used strength to win. It seemed vigorous, but it was quite laborious. When encountering opponents with similar cultivation levels, it was difficult to survive. Today, Yang Xuan said something, and I suddenly realized it. Hahahaha!"

Zhong Hui laughed heartily.

An Ziyu also smiled happily and asked: "Does what you understand have a name?"

"have!"

"What?"

"Keep the roots!"

"Interesting." An Ziyu nodded, "Next, I will tell you about the ghosts crying and wolf howling in the Imperial College, and the broken trees."

Zhong Hui was stunned, then coughed dryly and said, "Is there something wrong with Yang Xuan?"

Keep the roots... Yang Xuan was still thinking about the name. Hearing this, he said: "It's bitterly cold in northern Xinjiang, and I often go out to fight. I'm afraid I have some minor health problems. I would like to ask Assistant Zhou to take a look."

"Then go quickly." Zhong Hui looked concerned.

Yang Xuan said goodbye.

He slowly walked towards Zhou Ning's check-in room. He didn't go far when he heard the sound of hands coming from behind.

Then came Zhong Hui's suppressed howl.

The professor is very face-saving!

Yang Xuan smiled.

He moved outside the duty room.

The check-in door is closed.

Zhou Ning's voice came from inside.

"I remember this book was here? Where did it go?"

There is a row of bookcases against the wall. The bookcases are so high that even an adult man can't reach them on tiptoe.

Zhou Ning stood on the stool and rummaged around on it.

"Here!"

She took out a book and turned around happily.

There is a person standing behind you.
Chapter completed!