Two days later, the reply from Xuanfu was delivered to Zhang Yu.
He'd thought that there would be some twists and turns in this matter, but he hadn't expected a result so quickly.
He flipped to the reply's seal and saw that it was stamped with the words "Xiang Chun."
He'd tried to find out about the current situation in Xuanfu after entering the school. The true leaders of Xuanfu rarely showed their faces, nor did they manage much. The ones in charge of daily affairs were a few of his students.
Xiang Chun was the oldest among them, and was also the true leader of Xuanfu.
Under the seal, there were a few lines of comments. He took a look. There were a few words of encouragement, and then it said that Xuanfu's opening ceremony would be on the fifteenth of the month, and that he could come and try his luck. If he didn't show up, he could come again next year.
There wasn't any flowery language in the words, but rather plain and simple. The words were also written properly. He could tell that the author was a serious and pragmatic person.
He put the reply away, thought for a moment, and called out in his mind. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and the Great Dao Chapter appeared.
There were now four seals floating on the Great Dao Chapter: "Thunder," "Yu Yun," "True Breath," and "Sword Control."
The "True Breath" seal was actually the breathing technique he'd been practicing all this time.
He hadn't invested any Divine Essence in this technique, and the seal flickered as soon as it appeared on the Great Dao Chapter. This meant that with his current body, he could only practice this technique to this point. Any further and he'd only be able to maintain it, and there wouldn't be any further progress.
If he wanted to go any further, he'd have to break through his own limits and open up his body's limits.
However, the contradiction lay in the fact that the breathing technique itself was used to break this restriction.
Back then, he had practiced for two years but had not succeeded. His teacher had asserted that he did not have the talent and could not accept the legacy of his lineage. Thus, he could not walk the path of the old method. Later on, he had passed on the entry point of the new method to him.
His teacher had warned him not to try to use the Great Dao Chapter to improve the breathing technique, because it could lead to unpredictable consequences.
He'd kept this in mind and didn't try it casually.
However, among the four seals, three of them were shining brightly. Only the Sword Controlling Art was still dim and dull. At a glance, it felt too out of place!
He checked. After a few days of meditation, his Divine Essence had increased a little. But this was something he'd cultivated himself, and it would take at least a few months or even half a year to recover.
It wasn't that there was no way. He just needed to find more items to replenish his Divine Essence.
Ever since he'd seen the statue of the God of Plague, he'd combined with the other items he'd obtained before, but he'd still need to verify.
With a turn of his mind, the light around his body converged. He reached out his hand to pick up the illustrated handbook on the table and read it. When it was time, he'd go, he's meditating. com!
The next morning, when he woke up from his meditation, he found that it was drizzling outside.
He got up and washed up. As usual, he took a few pills, took an oil-paper umbrella, and prepared to go out. But at this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Zhang Yu put the umbrella by the door and opened it. He saw an assistant wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat standing in front of the courtyard, holding an exquisite letter box in his hand. "Assistant Instructor Zhang? This is a letter from the outside of the academy. "
Zhang Yu took it and signed his name on the lacquer plate handed to him by the servant. After thanking the servant, he closed the door and returned to the quiet room to sit down.
He opened the letter box and found that the sender's name was Zhao Xiangcheng. There weren't many words in the letter. It only said that he had something to discuss with him and hoped that he'd come out in a few days to meet him at Lu 'an Inn.
"Maybe there's a result on the Heavenly Salamander."
He thought that he'd have some free time in the next two days. If the academy allowed it, he'd take some time to meet him.
He raised his hand and was about to put the letter back in the box. Suddenly, he paused. He didn't know why, but he felt that something was wrong. He thought about it and put the letter in front of him again.
After staring at it a few times, he finally found where the incongruity came from.
The problem was with the paper and the ink!
Zhao Xiangcheng's way of doing things was more traditional. Everything he ate and wore followed the old customs of Tianxia.
When writing a letter to a friend or acquaintance, there were certain rules. The kind of paper needed to be matched with the kind of ink. Sometimes, it also needed to be matched with the corresponding pen. The paper and ink in this letter were only expensive and nothing else. In the eyes of people who also followed the old customs of Tianxia, this was a bit disrespectful. Zhao Xiangcheng would never make such a mistake.
Let's not talk about this. The letter box in front of him was really too gorgeous. Although the things Zhao Xiangcheng used were also exquisite, they were definitely not luxurious. This thing looked like it couldn't wait to prove its value.
Moreover, there were only a few sentences in the letter. The content seemed concise, but if one read it carefully, it was more like the writer was afraid to write too much.
As the doubts gradually appeared, he found more and more flaws.
At this time, he could already conclude that this letter wasn't sent by Zhao Xiangcheng. Someone had sent it by name.
Then who could it be?
To know that he was friends with Zhao Xiangcheng, to find out that he used to live in An Lu Residence, and to forge a letter and send it directly to the academy, the answer was obvious.
The Army of God!
He thought to himself, "Although I don't know what these people want, if there's no need, it seems that it's better to stay in the academy and wait for the limelight to pass."
He glanced outside. He didn't know when, but the rain had stopped. The sky outside was blue, and it was convenient for him to go out.
After thinking about it, he still took the umbrella and went out.
After the rain, the stone path was wet. There were golden parasol trees on both sides of the path. At this moment, the air was fresh and the sounds of birds could be heard. It was clear and quiet, and there was a kind of transcendent mood.
Walking along this path that could cleanse one's soul, he came to the door of Xuanwen Tang. This was the place where the academy sorted out documents and collected books.
Taiyang Academy had the most books in the protectorate. Many of the records of the past could only be found here. The illustrated handbook of strange things he had read before was also obtained from here.
When he walked into the great hall, a rather charming middle-aged man in his forties came up to greet him politely.
This man was called Qu Gong, and he was the steward of Xuanwen Tang. He had interacted with him when he came here to borrow the illustrated handbook. He found this man to be humorous, knowledgeable, and quick-witted. He easily left a good impression on others and was more than qualified to be a teacher. However, for some reason, he was only responsible for reading books here.
He asked Qu Gong for a private room, and with the help of a servant, he brought over a large pile of documents.
After the servant left, he sat down behind the desk and carefully flipped through the books one by one.
He did not forget that his book had been stolen. Even though he was now an assistant teacher of the academy, it did not mean that he did not intend to pursue this matter.
The most likely time when his book was stolen was three years ago. Based on this inference, the culprit might still be studying in Taiyang Academy. Therefore, he could check the enrollment records of the students from the 370th year of the Great Xuan Calendar.
He flipped through and saw that there were a total of 327 students who enrolled in the academy. If he were to check them one by one, it would be a waste of time and he would lack clues. Therefore, he decided to start with the place of birth.
In the past twenty years, he was the only one who passed the selection test in the small town he was born in. Therefore, it was impossible for another person of the same origin to appear in the records. If there was another person, then it was very likely that the culprit was the one who stole his book.
However, after this round of investigation, he did not find anything. Therefore, he expanded the scope of his investigation to five years. However, he still did not find anything.
He thought about it for a while. There were two possibilities. The first was that the culprit was no longer a student, but a teacher in the academy.
Because the records of the assistant teachers, the head prefect, and even the head prefect were not open to the public, with his current status, he would not be able to look through them.
However, after thinking about it, he eliminated this possibility.
Because other than people like him who recommended themselves, if one wanted to be promoted to an assistant teacher or even a teacher, they would first need to have sufficient knowledge. Since the culprit was relying on stealing books to enter the academy, it meant that the culprit did not have much ability. Otherwise, there would be no need for them to do this.
Therefore, there was another possibility. After the fire in the academy, the culprit had conveniently changed their place of birth.
Since they could change their place of birth, they could also change their place of birth. If that was the case, then it would be impossible to investigate using normal methods.
He put down the document. It seemed that the clues had come to an end. Fortunately, he did not think that he would be able to get the results in one go. Since he could not investigate at this stage, then he would wait until he had enough power to investigate.
When he walked out of the quiet room, he found that it was raining heavily outside.
At this moment, he glanced to the side and saw a young girl around 13 or 14 years old standing near the door. She was slender and thin, and her clothes were shabby. She was probably very cold. She hugged her arms tightly and trembled slightly. She even stomped her feet from time to time. However, as if she was afraid of disturbing others, she did not dare to use too much force and only made soft tapping sounds.
At this moment, she was looking at the pouring rain outside anxiously, as if there was something urgent. The assistants around her were minding their own business, and no one paid any attention to her.
Zhang Yu noticed that her eyes had a tinge of gold. She should be of mixed blood. Some people in Taiyang Academy discriminated against the Ans, so it was no wonder that no one paid any attention to her.
However, there was an abnormal layer of red under this young girl's skin. It was obvious that she had caught a cold. If she were to rush out into the rain at this time, she would not even care about her life.
He called over an assistant and said, "Give her an umbrella."
The assistant said awkwardly, "Assistant Teacher, it has been raining for a while. The umbrella has been borrowed."
Zhang Yu thought for a moment and said, "Then take the umbrella I left downstairs and give it to her." After giving the instructions, he did not look at the results. Instead, he walked to the other end of the corridor and prepared to flip through some books that he was interested in.
Downstairs, the young girl became more and more anxious. She bit her lips and looked at the gloomy sky outside. Just as she was about to rush out regardless of everything, the assistant had already taken Zhang Yu's umbrella and ran over while panting. He stuffed it into her hands and said, "Here, Assistant Teacher Zhang told me to give it to you."
The young girl was at a loss. When she came back to her senses, she looked around anxiously. However, she only saw a silhouette walking away. She bowed to that silhouette and rushed into the rain with the umbrella.
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