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Seeing the scholar in front of him, Yi Tianxing's mind suddenly emerged with the civil officials and censors of the Ming Dynasty.
They all desperately opposed the emperor, and would use death as a warning for any small matter. When they were beaten with a stick in the court, they were not afraid, but even wanted to be beaten to death. As long as they were beaten to death, their names would be passed down through the ages. This kind of thing became a trend in the Ming Dynasty. I don't know how many ministers followed suit and desperately walked on the road of death.
He is so happy and is courting death.
Yi Tianxing felt it was weird just thinking about it. They were a group of weird emperors and a group of weird ministers.
This bullshit has been passed down through the ages. Until now, how many people remember that anyone was beaten to death in the court in the Ming Dynasty
But the difference in front of us is that we are guarding the Jixia Academy, a holy place in the minds of all scholars and even ordinary people. If we die to protect this holy place, our reputation will live on forever.
Yi Tianxing could understand this very well.
"Brother, I wonder how many people there are in the academy now."
Yi Tianxing asked.
"There are probably no less than 20,000 to 30,000 people. They are all the people of the human race who came to the nearby area when the Ten Thousand Worlds merged. They gathered in the academy and used the power of the academy to protect their lives."
The scholar spoke slowly, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
"There are so many." Yi Tianxing's heart sank when he heard this, and he said, "Now that the Jixia Academy is under siege, tens of thousands of people are having a hard time just getting food. Various supplies must be extremely scarce. I'm afraid everyone's life here is very difficult."
In a person’s life, he needs food, clothing, shelter and transportation.
The world is big, but eating is the biggest thing. No one can live comfortably if they are hungry.
"Although it is difficult, there are masters of farming who have studied the secret techniques of farming and planted as much food as possible. In terms of food, it is still possible to supply it. However, there are not many places for planting in the area where the academy is located. Many times, the food we eat needs to be limited. It is said that there is a powerful and unique magical power in the farming family, called - pulling up the seedlings to help them grow! It can quickly make the food mature in a short time. However, it is really difficult to practice it successfully."
The scholar said with a sigh, a hint of longing in his expression.
He was also a scholar from the outside world before, from a different dynasty, a scholar from the Song Dynasty, and he had an instinctive admiration and enthusiasm for the Jixia Academy. When entering the Jixia Academy, even if there were no original scholars or teachers in the academy, just from the various classics they left behind, one could appreciate the brilliance of the Jixia Academy during its heyday, when hundreds of schools of thought gathered and various thoughts and theories collided.
Each school has unique abilities.
The farmers' talents in growing crops, spiritual plants and medicinal herbs, as well as their various unique magical powers, are all incredible.
"Look, this is the fertile land cultivated by the sons of farmers. There are only ten acres of land, which is the maximum area that can be cultivated. Other places are not suitable for farming, and they cannot be expanded further. Under the cultivation of the sons of farmers, although the ten acres of fertile land can be harvested once a month, the food obtained can only barely supply. Another part needs to be planted with vegetables, fruits and melons."
The scholar took Yi Tianxing into the academy, and what came into view was a golden rice field. In the rice field, a large number of farmers dressed as farmers were weeding the rice fields. When they waved their hands, a cloud of rain condensed above their heads, and drops of spiritual rain fell. The rice in the rice field became more vibrant under the nourishment of the spiritual rain, and it seemed to become more mature all of a sudden. It was golden and very tempting.
Farmer's magical spell - Small Cloud and Rain Spell!!
In fact, the real magical power of farmers is - spring breeze brings rain! !
It's just that the spring breeze needs to open up the life orifice. Before the life orifice is opened up, you can only condense the talisman and use the talisman to perform magic. Although the effect cannot be compared with the real life orifice supernatural power, it still has a powerful warming power. It can make all things grow.
"It is indeed unique. This small cloud rain technique can directly use one's own cultivation as true essence to condense the essence of heaven and earth and transform it into spiritual rain. Although it does not last long and does not cover a large area, it is one of the best ways to promote plant growth."
Yi Tianxing saw it and nodded secretly in his heart.
Even the way they hoe the ground is quite complicated.
When a hoe is used, it is not just a simple hoe. Instead, it contains a strange force, which makes the hoe contain power, directly shattering the soil under the hoe, so that the fertility in the soil is evenly integrated into every inch of the soil, instead of more in one place and less in another. It can also kill snakes, rats, insects and ants hidden in the soil. Their bodies are buried together under the soil, turning into nutrients and fertility of the soil.
This practice is silent and invisible. From the outside, if you don't look carefully, you can hardly see any clues. It can be seen that the farmer's methods are also extraordinary.
"Xiao Linzi, why are you here? Who is this person? I have never seen him before. Is he new here?"
An old farmer who was working in the rice field looked over. After seeing the scholar and Yi Tianxing, he smiled kindly and said with a hint of surprise.
"Mr. Mu, this person just came to our academy from outside. He is one of us, not a foreigner. He just came in, so I will take him to see Mr. Cai." The scholar did not discriminate against the farmers, but instead showed respect for them.
The farmers are also one of the hundred families. Without them, all of them would starve to death and no one would survive. They are the parents who provide food and clothing, and their status in the academy is not low. No one would disrespect them.
"Old sir, my last name is Yi, Yi Tianxing. Nice to meet you, Mr. Mu."
Yi Tianxing also smiled faintly and nodded to the old man in front of him.
"Okay, my name is Mu Sen. Everyone calls me Old Man Mu. This old bone can't go to the battlefield or fight, so I can only dig some food for everyone in the fields and contribute a little bit of strength."
This old man was also very friendly.
There seemed to be no competition in the academy.
Everyone came from all corners of the world, even from different worlds, and the ultimate goal was to survive. For the sake of survival, everything else could be put aside. No one was willing to turn the blade against their own people.
"By the way, I have been talking for so long but I haven't introduced myself to you. My name is Lin, Lin Hai. In the academy, I am just a new student. Now that Brother Yi is here, we will all be classmates and friends in the academy. Comrades fighting side by side." Lin Hai said with a smile.
"Brother Lin, according to what you said, the original teachers of the academy are gone. The one who presides over the academy here is a great scholar named Cai. May I ask which great scholar he is?"
Yi Tianxing felt a little curious and asked.
The title of a great scholar is not something that can be casually said. One cannot call himself a great scholar, but must be recognized by the people of the world, even by scholars and thousands of readers, before he can be called a great scholar. To be honored as a great scholar in the academy, one must have real talent and knowledge, and his moral conduct must be highly respected and admired.
Only in this way can one be respectfully called a great scholar in the academy.
Throughout history, there have not been many great scholars with the surname Cai, but with the fusion of all worlds, no one can be completely sure who it will be.
"It's Cai Yong, the great scholar."
Lin Hai said with a look of admiration.
"Cai Yong?"
When Yi Tianxing heard this, the shock in his heart swept over him like a tide.
Cai Yong? My father-in-law.
Even thinking about it, I felt a wave of disbelief in my heart.
Cai Yong, courtesy name Boqi, was born in Yu, Chenliu Prefecture. He was a famous writer and calligrapher in the Eastern Han Dynasty and the father of the talented woman Cai Wenji. Because he served as the General of the Left, later generations called him "Cai Zhonglang".
Moreover, he was proficient in music and was talented. He studied under the famous scholar Hu Guang. In addition to being well-versed in classics and history, and good at literature such as poetry and prose, Cai Yong was also proficient in seal and official scripts. He was particularly good at official script and had the highest reputation. It was praised that "Cai Yong's calligraphy is vigorous and clear, refreshing and powerful." He created the "flying white" style of calligraphy, which had a great influence on later generations. Zhang Huaiguan of the Tang Dynasty commented in "Book Judgment" that Cai Yong's flying white calligraphy was "exquisite and incomparable, and dynamic and magical."
Throughout his life, he was particularly fond of collecting various rare ancient books. As long as he had not read them himself, he would find ways to collect them. In his lifetime, he collected more than 10,000 volumes of books, and in his later years, he still had 4,000 volumes. He also had a collection of 20 volumes of essays, which were lost early.
The books at that time were written on bamboo slips. Each ancient book was written on bamboo slips in cartloads. The sheer magnitude of the project required to collect so many of them is incalculable. It is astonishing.
Regardless of which aspect, Cai Yong is worthy of the title of a great scholar. His identity as a great scholar is absolutely beyond doubt. In the late Han Dynasty, his status was also one of the best in the world.
The knowledge is naturally profound.
If we think about it carefully, Huang Chengyan would have to admit he was inferior to Cai Yong in terms of knowledge and status at that time. There was a certain gap in fame and status.
His character and virtues are praised by people.
Yi Tianxing knew a story about Cai Yong.
According to legend, Cai Yong's mother was ill for three years, but he never took off his clothes, no matter whether it was midsummer or winter, or whether the weather changed, and he did not sleep for seventy days. After his mother died, he built a house next to her tomb and lived there, observing the etiquette in everything he did and did not do.
A rabbit hopped tamely beside his house, and there were trees growing intertwined branches. People from near and far found it strange, and many people came to watch. He lived with his uncle and his brothers, and the family had not been divided for three generations. People in the village praised his good character.
It can be seen that his title of great scholar is well deserved without any discount.
"Is this really fate? Meeting my father-in-law is also a great joy. In this way, with my own status, it will be easier to convince him. I am more than half sure that I can completely control the Jixia Academy."
Yi Tianxing took a deep breath, and a hint of joy appeared in the corner of his eyes.
This was a pleasant surprise.