All Heavens Hongmeng Tree

The knowledgeable one is fascinated by it.

And the less learned, but his eyes are straightened and drowsy.

After talking for more than half an hour, he asked the students to debate and answer their questions.

After two hours, the get out of class ended.

As Lu Zhi left, the people who were wandering in the sky came back to their senses and walked out in groups of three or five.

Liu Bei pulled Liu Xi and yawned, "Qi Lang, do you understand?"

Liu Xi said modestly: "I understand a little. But I have written it down. I will copy it when I go back, and study it from time to time."

Liu Bei said with a bitter face, "I didn't understand it at all. Sigh, I wonder if I will be scolded by my mother when I go back?"

He turned to look at Gongsun Zan, who was writing a book.

While holding a knife to write on the bamboo slips, he was writing with ink on the bamboo slips.

It is a pity that there are many mistakes and omissions, and the foreword does not match the afterword.

Suddenly, Liu Bei felt a lot more balanced.

He smiled and said, "Brother Gongsun, don't waste your energy. Qilang never forgets it. When he goes back and transcribes it, we can borrow it to transcribe it. Wouldn't it be much more convenient!"

Gongsun Zan nodded with a bitter face, the two of them looked at Liu Xi's eyes, full of envy and jealousy.

Gongsun Hong and his group walked past them, sarcastically.

But because they were in the school, they didn't dare to fight like they did yesterday.

They each said some harsh words and dispersed to each other.

However, the three of them clearly felt the conscious or unintentional rejection of many people around them.

Time flies, from summer to autumn in a blink of an eye, three months have passed.

During this period, dozens of scholars left.

Although many of the remaining [-] people clearly did not understand, they were still holding on, not wanting to waste the hard-won opportunity.

On this day, after the lecture, Lu Zhi looked around at everyone and said:

"Today, the old man plans to accept a few disciples."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone whispered in surprise.

After several months of study, Liu Xi also learned the importance of being under the tutelage of a famous teacher.

Only by becoming a scholar can you be filial and honest and enter the officialdom.

In troubled times, you can stand out with your own talents.

And in a peaceful world, no one recommends them, and they can only end up in the mountains and forests.

In addition, there is another advantage of studying with celebrities, that is, it is easy to become famous.

Spreading the name of the text is also of great help in speeding up the cultivation of the literary spirit.

The clear discussion of public opinion is in the hands of the scholars.

Without the status of a scholar, it is impossible to spread the name of the text.

Even if you are a great Confucian comparable to Dong Zhongshu, Zhu Xi, and Wang Yangming, without the approval of scholars, you will not be able to spread the name of the text, and you can only practice step by step.

At this moment, everyone looked at Lu Zhi eagerly.

I saw Lu Zhi flung his sleeves and supported his crown.

A mysterious and broad aura surrounded his body, and a jade book appeared above his head.

The jade book issued a warm white light, shining on the top of a student's head.

I saw a fiery red golden glow that was more than three feet high above the student's head.

Lu Zhi nodded and said, "Boling Cui Jun, with three feet of style, would you like to come under my door?"

The young student was about ten years old, about the same age as Liu Bei, and bowed down with excitement.

Everyone looked at him enviously.

Liu Xi kept his mind and guessed: "Boling Cui Jun, I wonder if it is Boling Cui Zhouping who later became friends with Xu Shu, Zhuge Liang and others?"

At a young age, his style was not much worse than that of Liu Xi.

You must know that Liu Xi has accumulated several generations.

It seems that these enchanting characters of the Three Kingdoms should not be underestimated.

Then I took pictures of a few more people, all of which were either just a little like beans, like a light that was about to go out at any time, or not at all at all.

A dozen people in a row were like this, and everyone felt uneasy.

Until another boy's head appeared three inches of khaki light, Lu Zhi said, "Jian Yong, Zhuo County, you can enter my door."

The young man bowed excitedly and said, "Sir."

Liu Xi took one more look, and it was another familiar name.