The old man's gaze lingered on Chen Hao's face for a moment before he said, "You are Xiao Xianghao, the eighth generation disciple of the Xiao family?"
"Yes, sir," Chen Hao said respectfully again. This time, it was respect from the bottom of his heart. Before coming, Chen Hao had thought of many possibilities. He had thought that he would still face the same cold eyes, disdain, and unfair treatment as the Sixth Elder, Xiao Bo, and the others. However, from the old man's gaze, Chen Hao did not see any disdain.
"Can you understand it? The Old Man saw that you were very engrossed in it just now … "The old man pointed at Chen Hao's" The Boundless Sea of Learning "with a kind smile on his face and asked softly.
"I … I don't understand it, sir."
"Then why are you reading it with so much interest?" The old man saw Chen Hao's restraint and gently patted Chen Hao's head. He smiled and said, "Child, don't be restrained."
The old man was wearing a loose and simple gray robe. Unlike the other members of the Xiao family, there was no golden "Xiao" character on his chest.
Chen Hao raised his head and looked at the kind old man. He said, "When I looked at these words, I felt … I felt … I couldn't describe it, I just felt very … comfortable."
Chen Hao did not know how to describe that feeling and could only use the word "comfortable" to replace it.
"Oh?" The old man's eyes suddenly lit up. After a pause, he said, "Very good, very good, you will learn from me from now on!"
Chen Hao did not understand what the old man meant by "very good", but he knew that the old man in front of him was not like the others. He had no ill intentions towards him. This was a kind of intuition. Just like how he could feel the sympathy and pity for him under the harsh and even fierce appearance of Buttface's mother. He could feel the old man's kindness.
"Sir, can you teach me how to read?" Chen Hao raised his head and looked at the old man's kind face. He plucked up his courage and asked.
"Of course. Let's go inside, "the old man said.
At this moment, a few figures entered the Profound Library. They were chatting and laughing as they walked over. When they saw the old man and Chen Hao, they immediately bowed respectfully and said in unison, "Greetings, Elder Xiao!"
The kind smile on the old man's face disappeared as he calmly looked at the crowd. His gaze fell on one of the middle-aged men as he said, "Wen Yu, from now on, this child will be taught by me. He won't go to your class for morning reading."
The middle-aged man called Wen Yu was slightly surprised, but he was still very respectful and said without the slightest reluctance, "Yes, Elder Xiao!"
Chen Hao could tell that these people should be the teachers of the beginner class, and from the old man's words, it seemed that he was originally arranged to be in the class of the middle-aged man called Wen Yu, but the old man changed it with one sentence. Seeing their respect for the old man, Chen Hao knew that the old man in front of him had a very high status. However, he did not know how high his status was.
"Let's go, Xiang Hao," the old man's face once again returned to its kind expression as he smiled and held Chen Hao's hand as he turned and walked forward.
However, what made Chen Hao surprised was that the old man was not leading him to the beginner class nor the intermediate class, but the advanced class.
… …
Looking at the back of the old man leading Chen Hao, these teachers were all shocked, especially the middle-aged man called Wen Yu.
"Wen Yu, who is that child?" At this moment, one of the teachers asked. The others also looked curiously at the middle-aged man called Wen Yu.
"An eighth generation disciple who just passed the Xiao family's test."
"Strange, then why was he arranged to be in your class? He should be in the intermediate class, right?"
"He hasn't been to school, so he can't read." Xiao Wen Yu stared at the back of the old man and Chen Hao and said absent-mindedly. Speaking to this point, he suddenly turned to look at the teacher next to him and said, "Wen Yuan, help me take care of my class. My old illness is acting up again. I have to go back and take some medicine …"
"Okay, go quickly!" Xiao Wen Yuan did not doubt him and said.
Wen, all the people who specialized in teaching in the Xiao family used words as their names.
After Xiao Wen Yu left, the crowd also walked towards the beginner class. From afar, their voices floated out.
"This child is lucky, to be valued by Old Xiao!"
"Isn't that so, but it's very strange. He looks like he's eleven or twelve years old and can't read. Why would Old Xiao value him?"
… …
Old Xiao, everyone in the Xiao family had to respectfully call him Old Xiao. No one knew what his real name was, and no one knew how old he was. The only thing everyone knew was that the direct descendants of the Xiao family, including the current head of the Xiao family, Xiao Ding, all addressed him as "Old Ancestor" when they saw him.
The Xiao family was established through martial arts.
Forty years ago, there was no such thing as a school in the Xiao family. At that time, the Xiao family was only an inconspicuous small family in Yunzhou County. However, it was also forty years ago that the Old Ancestor of the Xiao family, who had always been indifferent to worldly affairs, suddenly appeared and established the Wen Yuan Pavilion in the Xiao family, which was the current Xiao family school. He also forced every Xiao family disciple to enter the school to study. At that time, everyone in the Xiao family was puzzled. However, even the head of the Xiao family, who was also the father of the current head of the Xiao family, did not dare to refute and could only obey.
Today, forty years later, the Xiao family had undergone a great change, rising to the ranks of the four major families in Yunzhou County!
However, although Old Xiao had established the Wen Yuan Pavilion, which was the Xiao family school, he had never taught the Xiao family disciples. Every year, he would only examine the disciples' literary achievements, that was all.
However, six years ago, Old Xiao discovered Xiao Ji Yan and doted on her very much. He took her under his wing and personally taught her. Xiao Ji Yan was the first and only Xiao family disciple to receive Old Xiao's favor.
Today, Chen Hao was the second.
Chen Hao, a new disciple who had never attended school, actually received Old Xiao's favor. This was indeed shocking and inconceivable to the teachers. While they were envious, they were also puzzled. Why would Old Xiao take a fancy to him?
… …
Before Chen Hao reported to the Xiao family school, Sixth Elder Xiao Bo had already reported to Old Xiao that among the ninety-nine disciples of the 'Xiang' generation, ninety-eight of them had entered the Xiao family's intermediate school, and one disciple who had never attended school had entered the elementary school. This was a routine for every batch of Xiao family disciples.
After receiving the name list, Old Xiao would distribute the disciples evenly into the corresponding classes. He would also inform all the teachers.
Because Chen Hao was the only disciple in the past twenty-four years who had passed the Xiao family's test but had never attended school, he was also the only one who would be assigned to the elementary class. Therefore, Old Xiao had a deep impression of his name, Xiao Xiang Hao.
That was why the scene just now happened.
… …
Chen Hao was surprised and flattered. Under the guidance of the old man, he nervously entered the advanced school and went to the top floor. There was a small independent room. The room's decoration was very simple. There was a short table made of unknown wood. On the short table, there was a brush, ink, paper, and an inkstone. There were two cushions in front and behind the short table. There was also a tea table by the side. On the wall facing the door, there was an unusually old calligraphy painting.
The first thing Chen Hao saw when he entered the door was that calligraphy painting.
There was only one word in the calligraphy painting, and it was written in immortal script. Chen Hao recognised its appearance, but he didn't know what it was reciting. But the moment he saw this word, he was deeply attracted. His eyes were unknowingly immersed in it, and he felt a majestic, heavy, and faintly discernible aura!
Majestic like the vast ocean, unfathomable; heavy like a mountain, unshakable; faintly discernible like a dream, unfathomable.
But he felt even more clearly a strand of willpower, an unyielding willpower that was undefeated and indomitable, and it seemed like a formidable willpower that wanted to compete with the heavens!
Seeing this scene, Old Xiao's eyes once again flashed a ray of light. Following that, a kind smile appeared on his face as he silently looked at the young man in front of him. He gently sat cross-legged on the cushion, and his breathing gradually disappeared. His gaze was serene as he looked at the motionless Chen Hao.
"Boom, boom, boom …"
A series of roars resounded in Chen Hao's mind. He felt as if he had become a lone boat in the vast ocean, and could be swallowed by the monstrous waves at any time. He also felt as if he had become a life under a towering mountain, and could be smashed into pieces at any time …
In a moment, Chen Hao's body was drenched in sweat, and his breathing had become abnormally heavy.
Old Xiao stared at him motionlessly, and the surprise in his eyes became stronger and stronger.
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