As soon as Zhan Gong spoke, the student sitting on the left side of Superintendent Chi stood up and said, "Zhan Gong, today is a meeting of the Academy. Since you are no longer in charge, why do you have to get involved?"
Zhan Gong looked at him and said, "So, Nephew Hong, you're already a scholar."
He looked at the crowd and sighed. "I'm already a hundred years old and have long lost interest in fame. I didn't want to meddle in too many things. However, when it comes to the reputation of the academy and the safety of the Protectorate, I have no choice but to stand out and say something. This matter can only be left to my son. It is the safest."
At this moment, someone questioned, "Why do you think so, Zhan Gong? At present, the only one who knows the language of the Strong Claw Tribe is Zhang Fu Jiao. "
Zhan Gong shook his head and said, "No, there is more than one person. My son, Zhan Zhitong, is also proficient in the language of the Strong Claw Tribe."
As soon as he said this, the hall suddenly became quiet. They had never heard of this before.
One of the school governors stood up and asked, "May I ask, Duke Zhan, where did your son learn this language?"
Zhan Gong said, "Everyone knows that my son is talented in languages, so he has been learning the indigenous language from the language master, Qiu Xueling, since he was young. However, he felt that his knowledge was not enough, so he hired many capable people to explore the depths of Mount An. It was there that he met the tribesmen of the Strong Claw Tribe and learned their language. He just returned from there a few days ago."
"There is such a thing?"
Everyone thought about it and felt that it was not impossible. After all, they had heard of Qiu Xueling's reputation. It was not strange for his disciple to go out to study. Moreover, Zhan Gong had been the Chancellor before and was a reputable person. It was impossible for him to joke about such things.
Someone could not help but ask, "Zhan Gong, why didn't you say this earlier?"
Zhan Gong said, "At that time, my son also felt the threat of the Strong Claw Tribe to the Protectorate, so he hurried back. However, when he came back, he heard that someone had already reported this news. Moreover, that person also knew the language of the Strong Claw Tribe and was recommended to the Academy. My son did not want to make it public. He was afraid that people would misunderstand that he was fighting for fame."
At this time, someone said righteously, "Zhan Gong, this is your son's fault. In the face of the Protectorate's overall situation, what does my personal reputation count for?"
Zhan Gong sighed and said, "You are right. I also told him that this is a big matter of the Protectorate. It is not a matter of personal gain. He should fight for it. There is no need to care about his own reputation. Perhaps the two of them can learn from each other's strengths to make up for each other's weaknesses and work better for the Protectorate. "
Zhan Zhitong said at this time, "I heard my father's words and felt that it made sense. Later, at Master Qiu's request, I went to listen to Zhang Fujiao's lectures several times. I found that Zhang Fujiao was indeed proficient in the language of the Strong Claw Tribe as he claimed. However, there were many places that were not very accurate. This might be because Zhang Fujiao did not stay in the Strong Claw Tribe for as long as he claimed."
Many people looked in the direction of Zhang Yu. However, he looked calm and did not seem to have any intention to stand out.
Master Hong frowned and said with a serious expression, "Shaolang Zhan, how dare you say that?"
Now, the only people who knew the Strong Claw Tribe were Zhang Yu and Zhan Zhitong. If they accused each other, others would not be able to distinguish between right and wrong. This would only disturb everyone's judgment and would not be of any help to the entire matter.
Zhan Zhitong smiled and said, "Words are not proof. Today, I have brought a person, a small chief of the Strong Claw Tribe. I believe that he can solve your doubts. This person is waiting outside the door."
"What? Someone from the Strong Claw Tribe? "
When everyone present heard this, they were all shocked.
At this time, someone immediately said, "Since he is from the Strong Claw Tribe, then call him to the hall."
Another person reprimanded, "Nonsense. Master Luo, I think you are confused. In the Kui Wen Hall, everyone is wearing Tianxia's clothes. How can a foreign barbarian be allowed to enter?"
"Is this the time to pay attention to such things?"
"The rules of the academy still need to be followed."
The two people immediately began arguing. Everyone else also chimed in, showing signs of joining in. In the end, it was Master Chi who ended the argument.
"Let him stand in the hall and not step into the Kui Wen Hall."
There were no objections.
Immediately, someone ordered the helper to bring the person in.
Everyone looked outside the hall. After a while, they saw a person wearing a huge overcoat coming in from the outside. When the person came to the steps, Zhan Zhitong took the initiative to greet him and said a sentence in the awkward-sounding aboriginal language.
After the person heard it, he took off his overcoat and revealed his appearance. They saw that he had a high nose bridge, his face was painted with blue oil paint, his hair was braided with feathers, his ears were strung with earrings, his eyes were light yellow, his skin was crisscrossed, and his finger joints were thick. The whole person looked strong and powerful, with a fierce aura that came from the wilderness.
But unexpectedly, when the person saw everyone in the hall, he suddenly clasped his hands together and clumsily used the Tianxia etiquette to salute everyone. His mouth also said "Greetings", "Greetings", and other stiff Tianxia language.
Zhan Zhitong smiled, "He is called 'Zanuitsa', a small chief of the Hard Claw tribe. He has about seven to eight hundred tribesmen under him. If the teachers want to know more about the Hard Claw tribe, you can ask him."
Everyone in the hall looked at each other, and one person stood out to ask.
Almost at the same time, Zhan Zhitong said a series of words in the native language. When the native heard it, he immediately replied in the same language.
Under his excellent translation, there was almost no pause between the two people's answers. They did not look like two people who did not speak the same language.
Seeing that they were talking without hindrance, everyone was also interested and asked questions one after another.
Zhan Zhitong had been acting as a translator at the side. It could be seen that he dealt with it well. No one who spoke had a sense of sluggishness.
Many people in the hall nodded their heads, looking at Zhan Zhitong with eyes full of admiration.
What they valued was not Zhan Zhitong's language ability, but the fact that he could make the native accept the Tianxia etiquette in such a short time. If the native was not dressed like this, they would suspect that he was an enlightened barbarian who had submitted to the Protectorate for many years. This method was not simple.
Superintendent Chi had been watching coldly from the sidelines since the beginning. At this moment, he glanced at Hong Xueling. The latter nodded and stood up, saying, "Zhan Shaolang, is this person really from the Tough Claw Tribe?"
Zhan Zhitong smiled, "If the teachers have doubts, you can let Zanuitsa take people to walk around his tribesmen. Then everything will be clear."
Hong Xueling looked at him deeply, and then looked at Zhan Gong who was calm at the side. He did not say anything and sat back down.
Everyone in the hall was deep in thought at this time. Originally, for the sake of stability, they still preferred Zhang Yu. After all, it was better to have less trouble. But after comparing, it seemed that Zhan Zhitong was more suitable?
However, at this point, the Zhan father and son did not intend to stop here.
Zhan Gong opened his mouth again. "I heard that Instructor Zhang has taught many students. My son also took some time to teach some students. Why don't we call a few of Instructor Zhang's students over and compare them? Then, we'll know who's better at a glance."
Some people knew the backgrounds of the students and were afraid of causing trouble. They objected, "That's not necessary, right?"
Some people agreed, "I think it's better to compare. This matter can't be too strict. Besides, what's the point of saying a few words?"
An old man who looked to be of high status in the hall said, "There's no need to compare. How great can a few students be? This is not a place to perform in the city. I just want to say that while we were arguing in the academy, nephew Zhan had already taken the initiative to communicate with the Hard Claw tribe. It is clear at a glance who is better and who is worse. I think it is appropriate to leave this matter to him."
But just as he finished speaking, a loud voice sounded, "I think it is inappropriate!"
The old man looked over and saw that it was his student, Zhu Anshi. He frowned, "Anshi, don't let your emotions affect your decisions again."
Zhu Anshi straightened his neck and said, "Teacher, I am not letting my emotions affect my decisions. I just want to be reasonable!" He looked at everyone and said, "What this student wants to say is that true verbal communication is not something that can be seen through our questions and answers here. Moreover, when communicating with an entire tribe, the situation is even more complicated and ever-changing. Zhang Fujiao has lived in a native tribe for many years, so it's not as simple as just knowing how to speak.
His words caused some of the people in the room to think about it carefully.
Zhan Gong raised his eyelids slightly and gave a subtle look to someone in the hall. That person immediately understood and said, "I don't agree with Instructor Zhu's words. Everyone, Instructor Zhang entered the academy through self-recommendation. He said that he had lived in the tribe for many years. We have no way to verify whether it is true or false. I am not doubting Instructor Zhang's character, but for such a big matter, shouldn't we be more cautious? “
He pointed at Zhan Zhitong and said, "Zhan Shaolang is Zhan Gong's son. He has also studied in the academy before. I am very familiar with him. He respects his teachers and has never done anything wrong. Now, he has brought out something that is convincing enough. Isn't that enough?"
Superintendent Chi frowned. He could tell that this person was trying to influence everyone's mentality. Compared to Zhang Yu, an "outsider" who joined the academy halfway, Zhan Zhitong felt that he was completely one of Taiyang Academy's own people.
Although he agreed with Zhu Anshi's opinion, if everyone thought that Zhan Zhitong was the most suitable candidate, he could not ignore everyone's opinions.
Zhu Anshi did not back down. Instead, he retorted reasonably, "Knowledge is knowledge, and reason is reason. How can this be replaced by feelings and background?"
That person suddenly sighed and said, "Instructor Zhu, we know that Instructor Zhang entered the academy through your recommendation. We also acknowledge his abilities, but please don't let your emotions affect your decisions like your teacher, Qu Xueling, said. There are many capable people in the world. It's not like you can't do anything without someone. "
Zhu Anshi still wanted to say something, but Qu Xueling said in a deep voice, "Anshi, sit down."
Zhu Anshi's face immediately flushed with blood. However, under his teacher's stern gaze, he could only slowly sit down.
Hong Xueling exchanged glances with Superintendent Chi. He stood up again and said, "Everyone, actually, we don't have to choose one. Since Instructor Zhang and Zhan Shaolang both have a certain level of talent in communicating with the Tough Claw Tribe, why don't we let them go together? In my opinion, Zhan Shaolang should be the leader, and Instructor Zhang should be the assistant. What do you all think?"
Zhan Gong's eyelids twitched, but he did not say anything else.
Everyone in the hall discussed among themselves. Most people could accept this suggestion. Two people were always more reliable than one. As for who would be the leader and who would be the assistant, that was secondary.
Seeing that everyone was almost in agreement, Superintendent Chi looked at Zhang Yu and said, "Instructor Zhang, what do you think?"
Zhang Yu said indifferently, "Since you think Zhan Shaolang is more suitable, then let him go. I won't participate in this matter."
Superintendent Chi frowned slightly. Because of the situation, he could not go against everyone's wishes. Originally, he wanted to find an opportunity for Zhang Yu, but it seemed that he did not appreciate it. Instead, he was a little emotional.
However, he thought again. This was only a seventeen-year-old youth. It was not strange for him to do such a thing in a fit of pique. It seemed that Zhan Zhitong was more mature and reliable.
Hong Xueling said solemnly, "Instructor Zhang, you need to think it over carefully."
Zhang Yu did not speak again. However, from his calm and indifferent attitude, it could be seen that he had made up his mind.
Everyone shook their heads. Some sighed, some felt pity, and many rejoiced in his misfortune. Originally, Zhang Yu had recommended himself to enter the academy. It was very difficult for him to rise up. This opportunity to communicate with the Tough Claw tribe was undoubtedly a shortcut to the upper stage. Even if he was only an assistant, it did not mean that he did not do anything. He was angry and did not know how good of an opportunity he had given up.
Superintendent Chi pondered for a moment and was about to announce the conclusion. However, at this moment, an assistant hurried in and interrupted him. "Superintendent, there are people outside looking for Instructor Zhang." “
Someone scolded, "We are having a meeting in the hall. Who is so unruly as to come here at this time?"
The assistant lowered his head and said, "It's, it's people from Xuanfu."
"Xuanfu? “
That person could not help but choke.
Everyone was puzzled. "Why are people from Xuanfu looking for Instructor Zhang?"
Before they could figure it out, they saw two people dressed in Daoist robes from the Profound Palace walking over from the platform in front of the hall. When they passed by the aboriginal with sharp claws, one of them suddenly turned his head and sized him up. The aboriginal suddenly felt a burst of nervousness, cold sweat dripping down his head, before he knelt down with a plop.
That person laughed and directly walked into the lecture hall. He ignored everyone and looked directly at Zhang Yu. Clasping his hands together, he politely said, "Lord Zhang, there's something going on in the residence. The manager would like to invite you to the residence."
Zhang Yu stood up from his seat. He first bowed to the two people, then clasped his hands and bowed to the hall. He then turned and walked out. The two Xuanfu Daoists stood on either side of him. After he left, they followed him. From beginning to end, they did not even glance at the people in the hall.
No one said anything as they watched him walk out in silence.
After a while, someone whispered, "Could this Instructor Zhang be a disciple of Xuanfu? It seems his status is not low either. No wonder he didn't seem to care about this matter. It turns out he is already on the path of transcendence. "
The smile on Zhan Zhitong's face had already disappeared. However, his fists in his sleeves were tightly clenched.
At this time, Superintendent Chi stood up and moved to the observation window in the hall. He watched as Zhang Yu's sleeves fluttered as he left the hall accompanied by two Xuanfu Daoists in Daoist robes. For a moment, his emotions were complicated.
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