The daily life of Confucian sages hitting people along the network cable

Chapter 89

Early in the morning, when Han Zhou woke up, it was still dark.

Following the sound of knocking on stones, Han Zhou found a large army of Confucian scholars.

Here, there is a small rocky mountain.

Many people take stones here.

Han Zhou pulled out a sword and held it in his hand.

"call out!"

A long sword cuts stones like cutting tofu.

Soon, Han Zhou dug out two archways in the stone wall.

One is more than ten feet tall.

One is about five feet high and low.

Then, everyone saw that Han Zhou was carrying the huge archway to the open space in the forest.

"This……"

"How many catties do these stones weigh?"

"Jin? I trouble you to use the unit of ton."

"No, what level can this be done?"

"Teacher Han is a nine-level scholar."

"Can our ninth-level scholar be able to carry such a tall stone?"

"You're thinking too much, Mr. Han is still in physical training, and it's also at the ninth level."

Han Zhou placed the two archways separately.

The largest archway is placed not far from the main road outside the forest.

Letter to Jixia Academy.

The smaller one was placed in the open space and written to Wen Weng Shishi.

Jixia Academy is the oldest official school and the oldest think tank institution in the previous life.

Wenweng Shishi was the earliest county school and state school, and was the pioneer of the history of the Global Academy in the previous life, which has been passed down to Han Zhou's era.

These two names have profound meanings.

When the sky was bright, the early morning classes began.

All the Confucian scholars came to the open space with the stone bricks requested by Han Zhou.

Han Zhou drew a line on the ground.

"Build up one by one."

There are four stone walls.

A stone brick as big as 3000 yuan is just enough to build a house.

It's just that the beams and tiles have not been covered, and the door and window frames are also empty.

However, this counts as building a room.

Han Zhou pointed to this room: "Whoever learns the first song "Shooting with Zhang Pu" can live in this stone room."

"I allow him to leave his name on the wall!"

Everyone looked at this stone house, this stone room, became different.

If such a stone house is built with psionic equipment, it will only take half a day for a construction team.

However, this was built by three thousand Confucian scholars each with one brick.

It is the first room in the entire Jixia Academy.

It is an honor to be able to live in it.

This kind of glory has nothing to do with the value of the stone room itself!

"If you don't understand something, you can ask me."

Many Confucian scholars took out pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and put them on the ground or on stones, and began to write poems.

Read the book thousands of times to see its meaning.

Many people have no way to understand this poem and can only use stupid methods.

Try to be literary and write it out.

When you can write it with literary style, it doesn't matter whether you understand it or not.

But if you are talented and understand this poem, it will be easy to write.

Stupid people have their own way, smart people have their own way, everyone has their own way.

Soon, a Confucian scholar blew up a piece of paper, and when he went to grab the paper again, there was no paper.

Han Zhou walked over and threw down a knife of paper: "Come and get the ones that don't have paper."

"I'll go to the school to buy some pens and paper."

Being a teacher is really tiring.

With his hands in his sleeves, Han Zhou walked towards Xianwu Academy.

Many Confucian scholars also continued to write poems, or ponder over the meaning of this poem.

Han Zhou deliberately didn't say that this poem is realistic rather than freehand. I don't know if anyone can understand its meaning.

If so, these people are undoubtedly malleable talents.

Can be used as a priority training object.

And Han Zhou didn't restrict them from learning from each other.

To learn this kind of thing, there is no such thing as self-understanding. As long as you are willing to learn and others teach you, then you are considered talented in Confucianism and Taoism.

Because you are studious.

"Brother Lu, what do you think is the meaning of Dark Lin Cao Jingfeng? Is it the opposite of Feng Jingcao?"

The person who was questioned shook his head: "It's hard to say, maybe it means that something rushed through the grass, like the wind blowing through the grass."

Some people use stupid methods, and some people want to understand poetry first, and then it will come naturally.

The sun gradually rose.

Some people have exhausted their literary energy and can no longer write. They can only read silently to cultivate a new literary energy.

The woods were silent.

Only the sound of brush strokes on paper and ink rubbing.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise outside.

Then I heard someone talking.

"Jixia Academy? Who allowed the establishment of a school here?"

"How brave!"

Everyone didn't know what was going on.

Someone ran out to take a look, and when he came back he was very angry: "Someone smashed the gate of the school that Mr. Han set up!"

"what?!"

A large number of Confucian scholars dropped their pens and papers and stood up.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked into the forest under the leadership of the student holding the golden knife yesterday.

The middle-aged man looked coldly: "Who hurt my student?"

"stand out!"

A Confucian scholar stood up and sneered: "I beat you!"

"You?" The middle-aged man: "You deserve it too?"

"What's your name, Xie Xing, right?"

"As a student of Liuyun University, I have never betrayed the school, but you have set a precedent."

"But with your strength, can you hurt Zhao Xu?"

Xie Xing looked calm: "Teacher Chu Shan, when did I defect from the school? I just live here, can't I?"

Chu Shan had a cold face: "Am I here to talk to you? Where is Han Zhou?"

Many Confucian scholars took a step forward: "We have fought, who is Han Zhou, I have never heard of it."

"Zhao Xi, this idiot, must have been beaten into a fool. There is no one like Han Zhou."

"Hahaha I laughed so hard, I was beaten stupid."

Zhao Xi's face was gloomy: "Mr. Chu, it was indeed a man named Han Zhou who beat me. There were people from other universities watching. You can ask them for proof."

Chu Shan looked coldly: "So, are you going to cover up the murderer?"

Many Confucian scholars gathered together.

"Hehe, you sour scholars, you are stupid in reading, and it is useful if you have a lot of people?"

"Since you said you were the ones who beat me, then I will punish you."

"I'd like to see if this Han Zhou will be a coward."

"Five Elements Sword Formation!"

Around, countless phantoms of flying swords formed.

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the sword gang is flying.

A large number of Confucian scholars were knocked to the ground.

Some people were even seriously injured with broken bones.

For those who were unlucky, the wounds on their bodies showed deep bones, and the bones fell out with scum.

"go!"

After moving his hands, he left the mountain with Zhao Xu.

Everyone began to support each other to stop the bleeding.

The sun was higher again, and Han Zhou came back.

When he arrived at the school, Han Zhou purchased some brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, and some resources for cultivation, which he planned to distribute as prizes for teaching.

Before reaching the forest, Han Zhou smelled a strong smell of blood and herbs.

Instantly accelerated into the forest.

Three thousand Confucian scholars, at least more than 400 wounded.

Han Zhou's face turned cold.

"A lot of people have been here?"

"Have."

"No."

Everyone's voice is inconsistent.

Han Zhou understood that a master came over.

This expert has done something to these ordinary students.

"Who!"

Everyone kept silent.

Everyone knows that Han Zhou is very strong, a ninth-rank scholar.

But who is that Chu Shan?Xie Xing has already told everyone.

That Chu Shan is the second instructor of Liuyun University, the eighth rank of Jindan!
In Liuyun University, he is one of the strongest.

Han Zhou understood what it meant, and turned to look at Shi Qingqing: "Shi Qingqing, come here."

Shi Qingqing stepped forward: "Mr. Han."

Han Zhou: "Who?"

Shi Qingqing: "I don't know..."

Han Zhou: "The Master said: You can't stand without faith!"

Shi Qingqing lowered her head: "It's a man named Chu Shan, the second instructor of Liuyun University."

"Liuyun University? All right."

Han Zhou: "Everyone follow me, and send the seriously injured to heal."

Han Zhou led people into Xianwu Academy, asked the teacher to help heal the injuries, and then took a thousand students who were not injured, borrowed the large flying car of Xianwu Academy, and headed towards Liuyun Academy.

Liuyun Academy, located in the outer circle of the inner city of the imperial capital, is also a good place.

Pavilions, terraces and pavilions are antique.

Outside the courtyard gate, Han Zhou put his foot on the stone lion at the gate.

The stone lion flew out in the air and exploded in front of the gatehouse.

The blasted stones flew and pierced through the entire gate tower.

The entire gatehouse collapsed.

A large number of Liuyun Academy students and teachers rushed out.

"Who dares to come to Liuyun Academy to make trouble?"

"You dare to destroy the gate of Liuyun University!"

"Tearing down a gatehouse is like slapping your face!"

"court death!"

Han Zhou looked coldly: "Today I'm here to seek death, let Chu Shan get out."

"You're going to make trouble, right..." Before the teacher of Liuyun Academy could finish speaking, he was directly nailed to the ground by an extremely fast javelin.

Han Zhou doesn't know how to shoot, it's just that he has great strength.

"I said, tell Chu Shan to get out."

　Rudder Master Plus 3
　　
　
(End of this chapter)