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Chapter 142 Seeing two children...

What does it mean to read ten thousand books?
The mountain of books and the sea of ​​learning are nothing more than this.

Why did Ji Yang say that reading ten thousand books is the best?

Because Ji Yang read a lot of books, in his previous life, he had read countless online articles.

When I was in school, I learned countless texts.

Mathematics, English, physics, geography... these are all books. Since they are books, they meet the requirements.

After coming to this world, Ji Yang also read many books in the Ning and Rong mansions, but he just swallowed these books without understanding them. Ji Yang integrated himself into the art of calligraphy.

Now, Ji Yang had a new idea, so he naturally extracted these books.

The three-inch green light flickered between his eyebrows, like a scanner, recording these books. As more and more books were absorbed, the three-inch green light slowly grew and condensed...

This process was a bit slow. Ji Yang did not understand the meaning of these books, but the three-inch green light needed to be slowly understood. The three-inch green light was Ji Yang's wisdom. The more books he integrated, the stronger the three-inch green light would be.

Ji Yang was not in a hurry, he had already understood his own path, just take it slow. Therefore, he taught his students every day, studied hard to understand, and also helped San Cun Qing Guang to understand the truth.

As for whether it would be difficult for practitioners in later generations to read ten thousand books, Ji Yang didn't care.

He only opened up the path for cultivation, he couldn't help them cultivate, right? This was too much, why didn't he let Ji Yang help with the bridal chamber.

Perhaps it was because of the three-inch green light that had condensed in him, but Ji Yang found that he was lecturing more easily, and many of the truths he explained were easier for the children to understand.

This is a good change.

There were more and more children in the school, and the houses built by Ji Yang were no longer enough. He selected a few of the best students to help him manage the school. At the same time, he also passed on the cultivation methods he had learned. As for whether they could embark on this path, it was up to them.

If one can succeed in self-cultivation, he will naturally be noticed by the Master and be given the method for subsequent cultivation.

It is difficult for one person to open up a path of cultivation with wisdom. Although Ji Yang already has subsequent ideas, more people are needed to fill in and supplement.

At least the more wisdom and truth that Zhang Shu Zhuan incorporates, the more powerful Zhang Shu Zhuan will be.

Ji Yang taught the Six Arts of a Gentleman, and the children in the school became more lively.

Ji Yang also taught them mathematics, various classics of this world, and some physical phenomena that he understood. The children's eyes became noticeably more alert, and they spent more and more time thinking about problems.

Ji Yang was a little worried. These kids had already learned to think for themselves. What if something went wrong?
Time flies, and another year has passed.

One day, Ji Yang was working in the fields with the children when suddenly his eyebrows shook and the three-inch green light became brighter.

Grains of green light gathered into three inches of green light. Each grain of light was a book. When his mental power probed into the three inches of green light, Ji Yang felt that it was a sea, an ocean of books.

"The number of books I have read is more than ten thousand. Ten thousand is just the basis, an imaginary number..."

Ji Yang discovered that countless new blue light spots were forming. Ji Yang realized that the three-inch blue light was eternal and could be replenished continuously. It was not that once you broke through this realm, the three-inch blue light would be useless.

After half a month of training, Ji Yang found that his physical condition had been strengthened again, and his calligraphy had developed its own style and characteristics.

So, after some thought, Ji Yang gathered together his three thousand disciples.

Ji Yang sat in the main seat, with three thousand people below him. The school was very crowded and had long been out of room, and was still under expansion.

He looked at the little radish heads below. The twelve in the front were the oldest, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with wisdom already evident in their looks.

Ji Yang smiled and said, "From now on, the school will be in charge of you guys."

Several people were shocked and were about to speak when Ji Yang shook his head: "As the saying goes, reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles."

"There are too many truths in this world, and only a few are recorded in books."

“I can no longer learn anything from books. I can only travel the world and learn the truth.”

"After I leave, you guys will manage the school. If you are willing to teach the children on my behalf, you can do so. If you are not willing, you can just divide the money and leave. There is no compulsion in this matter."

"However, the books in the school should be kept as undamaged as possible, and they do not need to be guarded too much. As long as they want to read, they are allowed to read, and just protect them well."

After Ji Yang finished speaking, he handed the key to his warehouse to someone and said, "There are money and food in it. I don't have much left. But the wasteland we have reclaimed is enough. It's not difficult to have enough food and clothing if we work hard."

"This is the key to the library."

"This is……"

After finishing his instructions, Ji Yang just held up a sword and walked out in a white robe. Three thousand children looked at each other and kowtowed behind him: "Farewell, teacher."

Ji Yang paused, but did not look back. He just waved his hand and said one last sentence: "Everything in this world will betray you, except for the things you have learned yourself."

Ji Yang wasn't sure if what he learned would backfire on him, so he used an approximate estimate.

It was midsummer and the weather was hot. When Ji Yang came, he also remembered it was at this time.

Ji Yang walked on the muddy road, and the dusty air made breathing uncomfortable, but he didn't care, as the dust didn't fall on him.

Ji Yang walked forward along the winding path through the weeds, sword in hand. There was a small river on one side and fertile fields on the other.

But gradually, a figure appeared in front, watching Ji Yang from afar.

Ji Yang nodded. These villagers were very familiar to him. When he first arrived, there were cases of rich and powerful people bullying the common people.

Ji Yang did not care much about it, but as the school grew bigger, such incidents gradually became less frequent, until they disappeared. At least in the villages near the school, Ji Yang never found such incidents happening again.

Ji Yang was also thinking, maybe everyone has a sense of dignity. The academic atmosphere here has flourished, and even the local tyrants in the countryside are consciously maintaining this reputation.

Ji Yang didn't understand this era, nor did he want to investigate and understand it. The rules of this world could not restrain Ji Yang, and Ji Yang also had his own rules.

The further we walked, the worse the situation became.

Ji Yang then vaguely remembered that when he came here, those villages were also so dilapidated. But later, because of the school, the surrounding villages were in much better condition. In the past few years, Ji Yang was also fascinated by the scene before his eyes.

Now that he has stepped out, he realizes that the world has not changed at all, only the things around him have changed.

After walking for three days and nights, Ji Yang felt even more deeply, and the three-inch green light between his eyebrows gradually showed a hint of sharpness.

One day, I was on the road, sitting in a teahouse drinking tea, when I heard the sound of horse hooves on the road. A few moments later, several knights arrived, and they turned out to be government officials.

"Bring the tea." A man stepped on a stool, put down his bamboo hat, drank a large amount of tea, wiped his mouth, and cursed softly, "If I catch these damn bastards, I will definitely cut them into pieces."

"No rush, let's investigate the situation first. With so many missing children, there will always be clues."

"Brother, the Beggars' Sect has disciples all over the world. What do you think..."

After finishing their tea, they stood up and left. The old man who sold tea did not dare to say anything more and stood up to collect the tea bowls.

Ji Yang took a quick glance and saw that there was really no copper or silver coins left on the table. He immediately touched his nose, and a three-inch green light between his eyebrows began to flicker.

choke! ! !
With his sword unsheathed, Ji Yang stopped the group and said, "Aren't you paying for the tea?"

The burly man in the lead looked embarrassed and put his hands into his arms: "Sorry, sorry."

But the brother next to him glared at him: "What are you doing? Get out of the way. We have official business."

Ji Yang: "Can I get something for free just for official business?"

"You stinking scholar, you are imitating others to be chivalrous and righteous just because you hold a sword. You spineless people are only stubborn."

Ji Yang was speechless: "From what you said, you seem to be doing your job conscientiously, so I just said a few more words..."

"Stop talking nonsense. How dare you, a scholar, stop us? What do you think you can do?"

The leader who touched the money also put down his hands. His brothers were all angry, and he couldn't just hold them back.

Ji Yang took one look and said in a loud voice: "It's naturally the scholar's spirit that counts."

He raised his sword and smashed it down on his head without any moves or styles. Before the official rushed over to draw his sword, he felt a pain in his head and fell to his knees with a thud. He felt as if there was a mountain above his head, and the mountain was too heavy to resist.

The leader's eyelids twitched: "Wait a minute, we'll give you the money."

After saying that, he threw a few copper coins into the old man's arms.

Ji Yang put away his sword, swung his white robe, and left in style, leaving only one sentence: "Don't take revenge on the old man. If I find out, I will kill you in the government office."

Several people twitched their lips and looked at each other. One of them said, "Boss, who is this person?"

The leader complained: "We have encountered someone who is meddling in other people's business. Let's go. Don't worry about it. Official business is more important."

Several people got on their horses and were about to leave. Suddenly, the guy who was beaten pointed at Ji Yang's tea bowl and shouted to the old man: "Old man, it seems that the scholar didn't pay just now."

The old man said with a sad face: "It's not a big deal, it's not a big deal."

The leading official was also at a loss for words, so he took out another copper coin and threw it over: "I'll give it to you."

……

Ji Yang always felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it. He recalled his actions carefully in his mind. It was his first time to do justice, so he was a little nervous and unskilled. His lines were not very exquisite and not shocking enough.

Ji Yang learned his lesson and planned to correct it in the future.

Live in a ruined temple at night.

The next day, Ji Yang continued on his way. Not long after he started walking, he heard crying. Ji Yang rushed over with a frown, sword in hand.

But I saw several villagers standing on the side of the road. A woman was sitting on the ground crying. A man with a dark and thin face was standing beside them in silence and sadness. He just looked at the end of the road, and no one knew what he was looking at.

Ji Yang walked over and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

When the villagers saw Ji Yang's attire, they knew he was a scholar, and immediately showed a little more respect or fear. One of them cupped his hands and said, "Hey, Huang Ergou's two sons followed me to the field early this morning. The couple was working, and the two children came to the roadside to play."

Ji Yang nodded and gestured to continue.

The man said, "It was nothing. The two kids were pointing at the sky and seemed to be discussing the sun or something. Suddenly, two strong men on horseback came from a distance. When they saw the two pretty kids, they pounced on them and did something dirty."

Ji Yang was filled with shock and anger. His hand holding the sword was shaking, and a three-inch green light flashed between his eyebrows: "How shameless! Seeing two children..."

"Wow, my poor son, he was taken away like that." The woman didn't know if it was because she thought Ji Yang wanted to meddle in other people's business, so she started crying and shouting for her parents.

Ji Yang's expression froze, and he asked awkwardly, "Was it taken away? Which direction did it go?"

(End of this chapter)