"Right now, I have a task for you."
Mr. Dark Cloud, who was projected by Zhang Dongyun, said indifferently.
Xu Xingzhi bowed. "Yes, sir."
"Teach." Mr. Dark Cloud smiled.
Xu Xingzhi was surprised again.
For him, the former instructor of White Horse Academy, teaching and lecturing was his specialty.
At this moment, he even felt a sense of expectation.
Could there be good seedlings in Chang 'an who could study the classics of Confucianism?
However, after being warned by Mr. Dark Cloud just now, Xu Xingzhi couldn't help but feel uneasy at this moment. He felt that this should be Mr. Dark Cloud's test for him, and it wouldn't be so easy.
While guessing in his heart, he replied, "I'll follow your arrangement."
Mr. Dark Cloud nodded slightly. "After you settle down at your residence, go to the academy in the northern city and find a person surnamed He. Just follow his arrangement."
"Yes, sir," Xu Xingzhi said in a low voice.
How could there be an academy in this mysterious city deep in the mountains?
No matter how big the academy was, the ruler of Chang 'an City had such an intention, which proved that they were after something big.
Xu Xingzhi felt that he had come to the right place.
He followed the arrangement and went to his residence. After settling down, he went out and went to the northern neighborhood of Chang 'an.
Xu Xingzhi was a cultivator in the sixth realm of Confucianism. He didn't need to ask the people in the city to know the exact location of the academy.
Looking from afar, Xu Xingzhi saw an illusory aura of literary talent soaring into the sky.
When he got a little closer, he could faintly hear the sound of reading.
Xu Xingzhi smiled and walked there.
However, as he got closer and closer, Xu Xingzhi frowned secretly.
When he reached the gate of the academy, he stopped and didn't go in immediately.
On the plaque above the door were the words "Chang 'an Academy".
It shared the same name with Chang 'an City, which showed how extraordinary this place was.
But when Xu Xingzhi looked carefully, he couldn't sense any Confucian cultivators.
The sound of reading and the aura of literary talent were all brought about by ordinary scholars.
There were no Confucian cultivators here?
Or was it that there were talented students, but they lacked someone to teach them?
Or perhaps, there are Confucian experts, but I just haven't noticed … Xu Xingzhi's heart was filled with doubts.
After sorting out his thoughts, he knocked on the door.
Soon, a gatekeeper opened the door and came out. He looked at Xu Xingzhi from head to toe and asked, "This gentleman is …"
Xu Xingzhi took a deep breath. "Xu Xingzhi from White Horse College. I'm here as an instructor under Mr. Dark Cloud's orders. I'm looking for a Mr. He."
The gatekeeper invited him in. "So it's Mr. Dark Cloud's arrangement. Mr. Xu, please come in. Mr. He is in class right now. You might as well wait for a moment."
"Can I go to class and listen?" Xu Xingzhi asked.
"Of course. Mr. He said that anyone can go there at any time as long as they don't disturb the other people listening."
Hearing the gatekeeper's answer, Xu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows slightly again.
He calmed down and followed the gatekeeper to the classroom. He quietly stood outside the door.
In the classroom, a young man in white was teaching.
There was a large group of students in front of him.
Xu Xingzhi stood outside the door. He didn't hear much before he felt that something was wrong.
He carefully observed and confirmed that he wasn't mistaken.
There was a large group of people in the classroom. None of them had Confucian cultivation. They didn't even have any talent or culture.
The Academy's talent that soared into the sky was condensed because they were reading together and writing together.
The origins of this group of students were even more varied.
There were farmers whose faces were red from the sun. There was still dried mud on their pants and cuffs.
There were old men with white hair and turbid eyes.
There were women in plain clothes and hairpins who looked slightly ill at ease.
And so on.
There were children of the right age, but they were not even half of the number of people in the classroom.
The content of the white-clothed young man's lecture was also very simple.
Rather than saying that it was an essay, it was more convenient for the illiterate to learn how to read.
However, the people who taught were attentive, and the people who listened were also serious.
Xu Xingzhi watched quietly from the side and gradually understood the knack.
The white-clothed young man was a Confucian cultivator, and his level was not low.
Most of the people listening to the lecture couldn't even recognize half a basket of big words, let alone a basket of them.
However, the white-clothed young man used the brocade embroidery of the Confucian school in his lecture, and it had an almost enlightening effect on the students in the classroom.
Therefore, the progress and effect of the lecture were very gratifying.
Xu Xingzhi secretly watched from the side, deep in thought.
After an unknown period of time, the lecture was announced to be over. The people in the room left in twos and threes.
They went back to their homes and were busy with their own things.
However, everything in the lecture was slowly changing their lives.
There were still a few people left in the room.
Xu Xingzhi had noticed them very early.
They were a few scholars.
However, they did not embark on the path of Confucian cultivation.
Moreover, according to Xu Xingzhi's observation, they should not have the potential to embark on the path of cultivation in the future.
These scholars were the ones who fled with the victims of the famine in Longbei County in the past, and they finally came to Chang 'an City.
After entering the city, they resumed their old business of recruiting students and teaching.
After Zhang Dongyun asked Shen Herong to open the Chang 'an Academy, these people were all recruited.
They also listened to Shen Herong's lectures and then passed on all of this to others.
Chang 'an Academy was not the only one in the city. A network was formed around the Academy.
In addition, Mr. Dark Cloud kept issuing government orders to give preferential treatment to scholars, so the atmosphere of learning in Chang 'an became more and more intense.
After the private tutors left, Xu Xingzhi slowly walked in.
"Mr. He, Xu Xingzhi is here on orders."
Shen Herong, who had transformed into a young man in white, nodded.
"The southern branch of the city is about to be ready. You are a cultivator of the Sixth Realm, so you can go and preside over it."
Of course, it was good to be able to form a school of his own. However, Xu Xingzhi was not in a hurry to be happy. "Is there a standard for enrollment?"
"There is no standard. Men, women, old, and young can all enroll," Shen Herong replied. "The city has already stipulated that everyone must enroll."
"It's really for the common people …" Xu Xingzhi slowly exhaled. "Actually … there are many ways to verify whether a person has talent and potential."
"It doesn't matter whether they have literary talent or not."
Shen Herong looked at him. "The important thing is that everyone can read and write."
"Why would Mr. Dark Cloud give such a strange order …" Xu Xingzhi muttered softly.
Shen Herong looked at him for a long time and suddenly smiled. "This is an order from the City Lord of Chang 'an."
Xu Xingzhi was taken aback. After a long while, he bowed to the young man in white in front of him.
"I will do my best and dare not be negligent. Thank you, Mr. He, for your guidance."
Shen Herong sized him up, dipped the brush in ink, and wrote on the paper.
After she finished writing, she handed it to Xu Xingzhi. "This word is for you."
Xu Xingzhi took it and looked at it. He was immediately stunned again.
The content of the paper was:
"Word."
Shen Herong was not careless at all. When she said that she would give him a "word", she really meant it.
Xu Xingzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry at first.
But when he looked carefully at the ink on the paper, his eyes gradually became dull, and his mind was deeply immersed in it.
Shen Herong put down the brush, sat behind the table, and read by herself.
The sky outside gradually darkened, and night fell.
The light in the room was turned on, and Xu Xingzhi suddenly woke up.
"Sir, this word …" He still couldn't take his eyes off the paper.
Shen Herong's eyes also didn't leave the book she was reading.
"Words, culture, articles, and the foundation of civilization. The more books I read in recent years, the more I feel that each word itself is mysterious and wonderful."
"Thank you, Sir."
Xu Xingzhi thanked him and left in a daze.
His eyes were still on the paper, and he stumbled. When he went out, the scarf on his head was knocked askew.
Shen Herong, who didn't care much at first, suddenly frowned slightly and glanced at his back unconsciously.
She subconsciously wanted to straighten his hat for him.
But she suddenly realized something. In the end, she didn't stand up, but her body moved a little unnaturally.
She wanted to remind him, but in the end, she kept her mouth shut and only sighed.
"It must be hard for you to endure so much."
Zhang Dongyun's figure sat in the chair opposite Shen Herong without warning.
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