Before Dahuan was established, the people of Dahuan lived here before the Wu tribe were established. The establishment of the Wu people was based on an ancient ruins, which was the deepest foundation of Dahuan. It can be said that everything about Dahuan came from this ruins.

So even though there have been various changes over the past century, the capital of Dahuan has not changed here. However, even if the place has not changed, the capital of the capital is no longer the same as the capital of the century ago.

The ox cart that Fang Xiu was riding was not the kind of cart he was riding, but the cart used to transport goods. Fang Xiu lay down on the goods, his head resting on his hands, and a hat on his body, looking at both sides of the avenue, just like he had left Wudu.

Everything is different from a hundred years ago, no matter people, houses, and city walls have changed.

Things change, and things change.

After a century of rest and recuperation, the rich earth and the unparalleled natural disasters and wars, the constantly promoted civilization and the world under the influence of monks, strangers, and witch sacrifices, are like carriages constantly being spurred, running wildly along the avenue.

The huts were earthen walls, wide streets and the streets were filled with cattle, sheep, and bound slaves all disappeared, and they transformed into blue bricks and green tiles, which were bustling street markets, wine shops, and shops.

The horses neighed and the carriage rolled by, no longer the exclusive use of the witch festivals of the public clan, but were in and out of the shops, and cows and horses dragged goods in and out.

The common people with quaint and vegetables are no longer covered with shirtlessness or even naked on the streets. People wear dark cloth clothes and brown strands, no longer disheveled their hair and tattoos, tie their hair and crowns, and are polite.

There are also students with wooden crowns. On the streets, you can see signs with words written on them, cloth banners waving in the wind, and walls with notices posted.

The text went deep into every corner. Fang Xiu saw this scene for some reason, for some reason, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised, and a smile appeared in his eyebrows.

The ox cart went up the steep slope, and followed the crowd and the carriages to a stone bridge. There was a river dug under the bridge, which was connected from the moat outside the city and directly connected to the branch of the river, which was unprecedented in a century.

Standing here and looking back, you can see the scenery of the city.

Tens of millions of green tiled houses stretch out into the distance, pavilions and towers everywhere, people are crowded with people and traffic.

The girl in mai on the bridge hugged her father's arm and showed an innocent smile. The boatman under the bridge easily supported the pole. The old man in the shop in the distance was sweating heavily on his back with goods. His life was full of various aspects, and he was full of eyes.

Fang Xiu stood up and looked into the distance. In an instant, he felt that he had dreamed of a hundred years, and he had also stood here and looked back.

Fang Xiu's face was lost in a moment, feeling that time flies and time passes. He is just one of the passers-by. No matter whether he is high or low, he cannot keep that time.

When I passed through the street in the north of the city, I passed by a simple but exquisite academy and became lively. The Wudu Academy, which originally had only one courtyard, became a large building, but the architectural style had not changed drastically from the beginning, and was still as simple as before.

There are thousands of students and disciples in it. For a hundred years, I don’t know how many great sages and powerful people have emerged from here, and their reputations are left in history and changing the world. This place is no longer a simply teaching and educating school, but a holy place for scholars all over the world.

Various countries have established sects and established various theories. All the wise men who educated the world come from here or have a close relationship with them. I don’t know how many people come here every year.

The gate of the academy is open and people are never forbidden to enter and exit, but when everyone enters and exits, they will bow to the stone tablet of the academy at the entrance. It is said that it is a holy trace left by Feng Sheng himself.

It was Feng Sheng who erected this stone tablet here, established the Dudu Academy, and preached to the world, which made them come to him.

There were many people in front of the door and the courtyard. I heard several scholars standing in front of the door, debating about the good and evil of life. Whoever could speak was convinced, I saw hundreds of people cheering and raising their arms and waving their sleeves like clouds.

The moon locust vines in front of the door and in the courtyard were in full bloom. The vines swayed with the autumn wind, and were so beautiful that they could not be square. They blew by the wind, and the petals scattered all over the sky, passing by Fang Xiu, who was sitting in a carriage, and fell into his hands.

Fang Xiu looked at the familiar stone tablet of the Dudu Academy and passed by many disciples of the Dudu Academy. No one noticed that this man, who seemed to be small last year, had preached here nearly a hundred years ago.

Fang Xiu twisted the falling petals and sniffed them gently: "Here you back!"

"Here! Here!" The strong man driving the ox cart turned around and reminded the white-faced young man behind him, but found that the figure lying behind had long disappeared, leaving only the moon locust flowers covered with moon locust flowers.

The Master of the Du Academy was named Yi Yan. Since the departure of the Three Saints, all the wise men of the sages have dispersed. The literary fortune of the Du Academy seems to have been divided by all the sages of the sages.

The wise men of the various sages prospered and developed in various countries. Although the sages of the Duodu Academy is still a place for literary saints, it is no longer as prosperous as the sages of the Duodu Academy when they gathered together.

Yi Yan was wearing a long Master's robe in a quiet room on the side of the library behind. The Master's robe seemed to have been passed down since the first generation of Master Zifeng and has not changed since then.

Although people are not allowed to enter and exit the front yard, the library behind this is absolutely not allowed to enter and exit except for the Master's permission.

The library contains manuscripts, scriptures, doctrines, and teachings left by the Three Saints, including the "Divine Word" left by Feng Sheng's life speech compiled by Zhuang Sheng, the "Wuya" left by Zhuang Sheng, the "Ask for the Way" compiled by Yi Sheng throughout his life, as well as the 24 disciples of Feng Sheng, and the later sages copied by the wise men. All of these are the most important foundations of the Wudu Academy.

Yi Yan carefully read the books left by the Three Saints and the Sages. Even though he had read them less than a thousand times, every time he read them, he had his own new insights. The meanings, doctrines, and great ways left by the Three Saints and the Sages are worth interpreting for a lifetime.

Yi Yan is not young anymore, he is fifty-two years old this year and is a disciple of Yi Sheng. At this age, he naturally hopes to leave his own doctrines and principles like the Three Saints and the Sons to pass on to future generations.

Yi Yan spread the white roll in front of him, took a brush and wiped it on the inkstone, but he stopped writing several times.

"Not right! Not right!"

Yi Yan thought about it for a long time and finally stood up and wanted to pick up the jade slip placed on the table next to him. However, his old hand reached over and found that the jade slip was no longer far away.

"Alas?"

Master Yi Yan looked over in confusion and saw a man in the same dress as him sitting on the mat, holding the white jade slip against the wall, spreading it out and reading slowly.

"Let go! The jade slip for preaching is the token of Master of the Duke of the Duke and the object of preaching the academy!"

"Whose student is you, so ignorant of the rules!"

Even with Yi Yan's qi cultivation skills, he was furious at this moment. The young man in front of him broke into the important area of ​​the library and read the preaching jade slips privately. This is a property inherited by the academy that only the Master can touch. It will be passed on to the next generation of the academy master before his death.

Fang Xiu watched the millions of words passing by the jade slips of preaching. The entire jade slip records not only the doctrines and meanings of various schools of great sages, but also the remarks of official history and a large number of historical figures.

Looking at the Master Yi Yan in front of him who was so angry that he was glaring at him, he said lightly: "I was also the Master!"

"Nonsense, where did you come from..."

Before Yi Yan could finish his words, his eyes suddenly flew over the portrait of a saint hanging on the wall. The three saints of literature were high above, like illuminating the mountains and rivers of thousands of miles and igniting the sun of humanity and civilization.

One of the men in the head held a jade slip in his hand, with a deep gaze as if he had been through thousands of years, and there was a line of vigorous small characters in the lower corner.

"Who preached the ministry at the beginning of Sui'an ancient times?"

The pen is full of vicissitudes of life.

Yi Yan turned his head and looked at the man holding the jade slip and looking calm and deep.
Chapter completed!