Soon, it was the fifth day of the third month.
Yu Mingyang was wearing a clean student robe and carrying a bamboo case. He walked along a flat and winding mountain path toward the eastern platform at the top of Taiyang Academy.
The eastern platform was second only to the main hall in the academy. There were three spacious wooden classrooms built on top of it. This was also where the academy imparted some unique knowledge.
Yu Mingyang's major was the Mount An native language. This was one of the few subjects that he had to listen to the Commissar's instructions. This was because all of his tuition was paid for by the protectorate.
If nothing unexpected happened, after a few years of studying at the academy, he would be sent by the protectorate to a native tribe near the Mount An mountain range to be a resident envoy. He would be responsible for managing trade and maintaining the relationship between a certain tribe and the protectorate.
He had made preparations for this, but he never expected that he would be transferred here to learn a completely unheard of native language just a few days after entering the academy.
Because it was related to his future, he was quite nervous. He didn't know if this matter was good or bad for him.
After walking up the eastern platform, he walked along a stone path surrounded by flowers and arrived outside the classroom. There were two rows of academy guards standing there, each of them carrying a spear.
Seeing him arrive, someone immediately came up to inspect his name card. After a series of strict questioning, he was allowed to enter.
Yu Mingyang walked up the steps and saw an open door with five pillars in front of him. He first changed his shoes under the indication of an assistant outside before walking in.
Once inside, he discovered that the structure of the building was unique. There were no pillars in the hall. It was spacious and bright, and the view was broad. He could directly see the majestic snowy peaks of Mount An outside.
Walking on the glossy floor, he felt as if he was above the clouds. Even his state of mind couldn't help but feel a lot more comfortable.
There were six rows of short tables in the classroom. The space between them was just enough for one person to walk through. Next to the tables were incense burners to warm his hands and bamboo shelves to store things.
At this time, he saw a slender young girl sitting there. Even though the teacher hadn't arrived yet, her small figure was still perfectly straight as she sat there.
He didn't dare to be impolite. He walked to the front and cupped his hands, saying, "Greetings, virtuous lady. Student Yu Mingyang."
When the young girl saw him, she also stood up and curtsied to him, saying, "Greetings, Young Master. I am An Chu 'er."
Only then did Yu Mingyang notice that there was a bit of gold in his eyes. It was not difficult to see that he had the blood of the An people.
However, there was no change in his expression. This was because most of the people who learned the indigenous language were of mixed blood. A Tianxia person like him was a rare sight.
He looked around and chose a seat at the back to sit down. He arranged his things and quietly waited for the teacher to arrive.
Not long after, the noise outside gradually grew louder. A few young boys and girls entered the school one after another. All of them were very polite and greeted each other.
Due to the arrival of these students, the originally empty classroom was injected with a lot of liveliness.
A short and stout little fatty sat down next to Yu Mingyang. His complexion was rosy, and his skin was white and tender like a dough ball. When he saw Yu Mingyang, he grinned and cupped his hands. "Duan Neng."
Yu Mingyang also cupped his hands and said, "Yu Mingyang."
Duan Neng said, "Brother Yu, what was your major before you came here? “
Yu Mingyang replied, "An people language."
Duan Neng's eyes widened. "That's amazing, Brother Yu."
Yu Mingyang was startled. This was the first time someone had praised him like this. He said modestly, "It's just a small path."
"No, no, no." Duan Neng came over and patted him on the shoulder. He winked at him and said, "Brother Yu, this little brother will rely on you later."
Yu Mingyang hurriedly said, "Brother Duan, you're exaggerating."
At this moment, everyone suddenly heard the sound of footsteps. Then, a young girl with a delicate face and slightly golden eyes barged in.
She was petite, but she walked with an aggressive aura. She was wearing the traditional Tianxia lady's dress, with a headpiece on her forehead and silk gloves on her hands. At this moment, she was suddenly stopped by someone, so she impatiently took off the short knife at her waist and threw it to the person outside. Then, she walked towards the desk.
She did not pay attention to the people around her. She walked straight to the front and sat down.
Yu Mingyang carefully glanced outside the classroom. He saw a dozen tall servants appear there. They were obviously brought here by the young girl.
He thought to himself. This young girl was obviously of An descent, but she could bring guards around Taiyang Academy. There was only one family in the Protectorate General's Office who could do this …
Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat. He immediately looked away and did not dare to look anymore.
When Duan Neng saw the young girl, he grinned and took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat. He muttered, "Why is she here too?"
Suddenly, the sound of broken jade came from outside. Immediately, an assistant said, "Quiet, the teacher is here."
All the students stopped talking and stood up from their seats. They stood respectfully and respectfully, waiting for the teacher to arrive.
Zhang Yu walked slowly but firmly from the outside into the classroom. He stood at the teacher's seat. He glanced around and saw that there were a total of 19 students. There were not many of them, but from their auras and postures, he could tell that they came from different backgrounds. There were also differences in status.
He already knew that those who came to learn this language were either talented or had a great background. They wanted to gain some benefits here.
When the students saw Zhang Yu, they were stunned. They thought that the teacher who would teach them the aboriginal language today would be an old scholar. However, this teacher was completely different from what they imagined. He looked like a celestial in a painting. His aura was high and unfathomable. They could not look directly at him. Wherever his gaze went, their hearts would immediately beat faster. They could not help but lower their heads.
"Hmm?"
At this moment, Zhang Yu suddenly realized that other than the students and the servants outside, there was another person's aura nearby.
He thought for a moment and understood. However, he did not say anything. He looked down and said, "My name is Zhang Yu. I'm here to teach the 'Claw Language'. Gentlemen and ladies, please sit down."
At this moment, all the students bowed and said, "Thank you, teacher." Then they sat down together.
Zhang Yu spread out his sleeves and sat down on the teacher's seat.
He moved the ruler and took the name list under it. It had the appearance and name of the students present. Looking at it, there were only 18 people. One was missing.
He made a comparison and immediately knew that the person missing was the young girl sitting at the very front. The attendant outside should have been brought by her. Although no one said it clearly in advance, he could already guess her identity from her dress and ostentation.
However, since they came to his classroom, they had to follow his rules. This was the authority given to him by the academy.
His gaze moved to the young girl. The latter was sizing him up. Seeing his gaze sweep over, she was shocked and quickly lowered her head. However, she felt that she seemed to be showing too much weakness. She immediately straightened her chest and raised her head, staring back at him unhappily.
Zhang Yu did not care about her thoughts. He said lightly, "Lady, what's your name?"
"Why should I tell you?" This sentence only went through the young girl's mind. However, she still answered honestly, "Yang Ying."
Zhang Yu nodded slightly. He looked at the name list and called the rest of the students one by one. The students who were called immediately responded.
However, he also found an "acquaintance" among them. The young girl he met at the Wen Xuan Hall last time was also here. The name on the name list was "An Chu 'er".
After calling everyone's name, he also roughly understood each person's personality from each person's answer.
He put down the name list. He first read out the rules of the classroom and the rules that everyone had to follow when he was teaching.
After explaining all these, he officially started the lesson.
"Before learning the Claw Language, you need to understand the gods of the Claw Tribe. In the next three days, I will start from the myths and legends of this tribe."
He did not deliberately slow down the progress. The appearance of the indigenous gods was often closely related to the living environment of the ancestors. Understanding the myths and legends was also to understand the changes in history.
In the previous questions, why did Qiu Xueling first ask about how the people of the Claw Tribe communicated with each other and not other questions?
Because he was asking about the origin. Only in this way could he know the cultural foundation of the Claw Tribe.
Even if there were enough samples, he could roughly infer the geographical environment of the indigenous people's earliest living environment, the general way of production and life, and the evolution that they had gone through.
Yang Ying said proudly, "We, the people of Tianxia, never rely on gods. We rely on ourselves!"
"That's right. Gods are nothing. Skin them and make them into divine robes!"
"Yes, why should we learn their language? They should learn ours!"
Immediately, there were people who shouted.
Zhang Yu nodded and said, "Well said. You have ambition."
Yang Ying's face was suddenly filled with pride. However, Zhang Yu's next sentence stunned her.
"Yang Ying interrupted for no reason and disturbed the order of the school. She will be given a demerit."
"I don't accept it!"
Yang Ying was very angry. She wanted to shout this sentence out, but she had just suffered a loss. She still had a good memory. She could only angrily mutter in her heart:
"Why should I be the only one?"
Zhang Yu did not care about her small mood. He began to slowly talk about the origin of the Claw Tribe.
In fact, the students present had heard many myths and legends of the tribes near the Anshan Mountain Range. It was nothing more than creation, disaster, conflict, reproduction, and salvation. Then there was a series of half-human, half-God heroes who went through trials and experiences. Except for some details, there was not much difference.
However, these things depended on who was telling them.
Zhang Yu had the skill of "Yu Yun". His voice was very enjoyable to listen to. It made those complicated and awkward gods' names not so repulsive.
Not only that, he had made a seemingly ordinary story about the creation of the world heroic and impassioned. All the students had unknowingly been immersed in the story. Not only them, even the attendants outside had been affected by the story and were entranced by the story.
When the sound of broken jade came from outside, they suddenly realized that the lecture was over.
Everyone felt like they hadn't had enough yet.
Zhang Yu said, "Today's lecture will end here. All of you have to go back and write down what I have said today. See how much you have remembered and show it to me tomorrow."
Since he was teaching students, of course, he had to give homework. This was also a responsibility to the students.
"What? There is homework? "
Yang Ying slammed the table and stood up with a frown.
Zhang Yu glanced at her and said lightly, "Sit down."
Yang Ying's face turned red. She opened her eyes wide, clenched her fists, snorted twice, and then … sat down.
A few attendants stood outside, but they looked ahead and pretended not to hear.
Zhang Yu said, "The lecture is over, so I won't record your mistake. Remember the rules and don't do it again next time." After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked out.
He had just walked out of the lecture hall when he heard hurried footsteps behind him. There was also an angry voice, so he stopped and looked back. "An Chuer, what's the matter?"
An Chuer ran in front of him. Solemnly, she first bowed to him, then handed over the umbrella in her hand and said gratefully, "Teacher, do you still remember that you lent me an umbrella that day? I have been looking for an opportunity to return it to you."
Zhang Yu looked at the umbrella and said, "It hasn't rained these few days. Have you been carrying an umbrella with you?"
An Chuer nodded seriously and said, "Yes, I don't know where you live, so I thought that if I met you one day, I could return the umbrella."
Zhang Yu took the umbrella and said, "I just noticed that you are the most diligent student in the lecture hall.
An Chuer was delighted to be praised. She said seriously, "Teacher, I will continue to work hard."
"Hmm, not bad. Remember to do your homework."
After Zhang Yu said this, he walked down the ramp and went down the platform.
At this time, a handsome young man walked out of the hall that was only a wall away from the lecture hall. He looked at Zhang Yu's back and smiled slightly, then walked down the platform from another direction.
He went all the way to a secluded house in the southwest part of the academy. After greeting the helper in front of the door, he walked into a fragrant garden without any obstruction.
Qiu Xueling was watering the flowers. When he heard the young man's footsteps, he asked without turning his head, "How was it?"
The young man stood behind him, clasped his hands and said, "Teacher, Assistant Teacher Zhang's lecture was very outstanding. When he spoke the language, he also thoroughly analyzed the culture behind it. It was very easy to understand."
Qiu Xueling said, "Very good."
The young man asked, "Teacher, do you need me to repeat what I learned today?"
Qiu Xueling waved his hand and said, "No need. I originally planned to try to get the language of the Hard Claw tribe from him and then communicate with that tribe. This way, we can get rid of him. But now that he had the upper hand, everyone knew that this language was taught from him, so there was no point in continuing. You only need to listen carefully, and when the time comes to officially communicate with the Tough Claw tribe, you can find a way to replace them.
The young man smiled and said, "Yes, teacher, I will work hard."
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