Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 25 Academy Teacher
valley.

The old man's scolding voice from the sky was as deafening as the sound of a huge bell.

The students came to their senses and thought about what they had done in the past few days. They were indeed absurd and ridiculous, and they had lost their status as scholars. As a dignified Confucian disciple, he did not read the classics and history, did not familiarize himself with the collection of sub-collections, and did not follow the glorious path before his eyes. Instead, he ran to the mountains to become a flatterer. It was really a rotten wood that could not be carved.

Many students who came to their senses were filled with shame and covered their faces and walked away.

Even Feng Qingyan and Zhou Chang felt that they had gone a bit too far in the past few days, which was really inappropriate for scholars.

"Brother Zhou, do you know who it is?" Feng Qingyan was quite curious. The scolding was like rolling thunder, which made his ears numb.

Zhou Chang shook his head and said hesitantly, "It's possible that he is the teacher of the academy."

"Brother Zhou, what the commander just said, that the mountain temple we built is an obscene worship?" Feng Qingyan said with a frown.

"If there is no canonization by the princes, the four religions or the king of men, then it is indeed the case. Chang made a mistake." Zhou Chang smiled bitterly, but after thinking for a while, he said, "However, the mountain god should be a mountain god with a shrine. It is only a matter of time before he is canonized. It should not be considered as an obscene worship. Moreover, some gods simply disdain to be canonized by the human world, but some princes are eager to run to canonize them."

"Hey, which gods?"

Feng Qingyan was a little curious. It seemed that these gods were quite powerful.

Zhou Chang looked at Feng Qingyan in surprise and said, "Brother Feng, these are not secrets. Don't you know? Although the north is a bit desolate, it is still a vassal land of the Zhou Dynasty. How could I not know about it?"

"I have lived in the mountains for a long time and have little contact with people, so I know very little about what is happening in the world." Feng Qingyan said with a smile.

"I see. No wonder Brother Feng is so otherworldly. It turns out he is cultivating his energy in the mountains."

Zhou Chang suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the Mountain Burial God favored his brother. It might be related to his long-term residence in the mountains. He continued, "For example, the Lord of the East Mountain, the Lord of the Clouds in the Yunmeng Lake, and the Goddess of Wushan, are all gods who disdain to be canonized in the human world. Legend has it that the Goddess of Wushan is so beautiful that countless princes wanted to see her beauty but were unable to do so, which was a lifelong regret."

Feng Qingyan did not ask any further questions so as not to appear ignorant.

"Let's go." Zhou Chang said to Feng Qingyan, "By the way, the academy will be open to accept students in a few days. Brother Feng, have you decided which subject to take?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Feng Qingyan shook his head and asked, "What about Brother Zhou?"

"Ha, yes and yes."

Zhou Chang, however, was extremely relaxed and did not take the academy examination seriously at all.

On the way back, Feng Qingyan kept frowning, quite worried about the academy's entrance examination. If he failed, wouldn't he be laughed to death by the other students?

Especially Liu Ling and others.

The entrance examination to the academy does not only test classics, history, and literature, but also tests music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and the six arts. As long as one gets an A in one of the items, one can pass and enter the academy.

However, it is not that easy to pass.

Feng Qingyan couldn't help but sigh.

Although the academy tests eighteen kinds of martial arts, I am not proficient in any of them...

He couldn't help but look at his hands, trying to recall what he knew in his past life. Could it be that he really couldn't enter the academy?

Or wait a year or two?

Dinner was like chewing wax.

He shook his head and continued to read under the lamp. It was useless to be discouraged.

At midnight, Jiuge showed up uninvited, looking quite angry, which surprised Feng Qingyan. He asked, "Jiuge, why are you unhappy?"

Jiuge was unable to express himself, and after a while he signaled Feng Qingyan to come out.

When Feng Qingyan came out of the wooden house, Jiuge took Feng Qingyan to the valley and saw that the mountain temple built by Helianshan and others had been destroyed. Although Jiuge listened to Feng Qingyan's words and did not enter the mountain temple built by Helianshan, it did not mean that Jiuge did not like it.

This is why Jiuge was angry.

Feng Qingyan frowned and asked, "Who destroyed it? Helian Shan?"

Jiuge denied it.

Feng Qingyan thought for a moment and then asked, "Is it the teacher who scolded the students this afternoon?"

Jiuge moved, indicating that it was him.

"Jiuge, please stay out of the way for now. I will make plans after I know who this person is."

Feng Qingyan hesitated for a moment and said that although this made Jiuge feel a little aggrieved, the Confucianists were too powerful and they had to give way temporarily.

Fortunately, Mr. An did not dislike Jiuge...

Although Mr. An is the dean of Zangshan Academy, Zangshan Academy is not privately owned by Mr. An. In addition to the dean, an academy also has teachers such as teachers, instructors, and chief instructors.

……

dawn.

Feng Qingyan continued to study with Mr. An in the morning class.

When I returned to the wooden cabin at noon, I found a lot of students gathered in front of it.

"Brother Feng is back." When a student saw Feng Qingyan's carriage, he couldn't help but shout excitedly, which immediately attracted the attention of many other students.

"Brother Feng."

"Brother Feng."

All the students came forward to pay their respects.

Feng Qingyan returned the greetings one by one, and then Zhou Chang came forward with a smile and said, "Brother Feng, you are finally back."

"Brother Zhou, what is this?" Feng Qingyan was quite puzzled.

"Did Brother Feng forget?" Zhou Chang was surprised and said, "We agreed yesterday that Helian Shan and I will deliver the snowflakes at noon today."

Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment.

Because he was always worried about the entrance exam, he actually forgot about it.

"Someone, deliver the ten-knife snowflakes to Brother Feng's residence."

At this time, Zhou Chang shouted to the servants, and saw several servants take out ten exquisite sandalwood boxes about four feet wide and several inches high from the horse-drawn carriage.

"Brother Feng, please inspect it."

Zhou Chang laughed and said that it still felt a bit painful.

"Brother Zhou, one box is one knife?" Feng Qingyan asked after a moment's hesitation, "Besides, Brother Zhou and I still need to inspect it, isn't that too formal?"

"Yes, one box for one knife." Zhou Chang said.

"Brother Zhou, didn't we agree on five swords yesterday? The other five swords will be shared by all the students?" Feng Qingyan said with a frown.

"Yes, but we share it at Brother Feng's house." Zhou Chang said with a smile.

"Greetings, Mr. Feng. We are following the orders of Master Shan to present you with ten pieces of snowflake paper as promised. Please inspect them." A middle-aged man walked up to Feng Qingyan and said respectfully. He then ordered ten servants to line up in a row, each holding a sandalwood box, and opened the boxes one by one.

When the wooden box was opened, bursts of cool fragrance immediately escaped from the box, and it seemed that you could also feel a wisp of refreshing cool air.

It seemed as if bursts of snowflakes were floating out of the wooden box.

Inside the box, the snowflake paper is as light as a cicada's wing and as white as snow, which makes people feel clear and empty...

Using snowflake rice paper to write words and paint, the ink has clear rhythm, distinct layers, restrained strength, and overflowing momentum. It is thick but not muddy, and light but not gray. The words and paintings jump off the paper, and are full of spirit and bright.

It is not moth-eaten or rotten, and the ink patterns are ever-changing, making it the best kind of paper.

Feng Qingyan didn't look at them carefully, but nodded to the middle-aged man. Then the middle-aged man ordered the servant to take him into the wooden house, and then he hurried away with the servant.

At this time, many students looked at Feng Qingyan eagerly, and Feng Qingyan smiled and let everyone share.

After the students left happily, Feng Qingyan asked Zhou Chang: "Brother Zhou, I want to sell a piece of snowflake paper. Does anyone want it?"

"Yes, it's standing right in front of you," Zhou Chang said.

"Uh……"

Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and said, "Brother Zhou... do you really need it? If you really need it, I can give you two knives."

"Of course I need it. Xuehua Xuan is one of the four treasures of the study that is hard to come by. Who would think it is too little?" Zhou Chang said jokingly, but his smile was a little unnatural. "You don't need it as a gift. I want it for my collection..."

This makes sense, but Feng Qingyan felt weird. He had taken Zhou Chang's snowflake paper for free, and now he was selling it to Zhou Chang.

This……

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(End of this chapter)