"Zhao Gou is an ignorant national thief!"
"Being a great Confucian, he must have taken the benefits of that barbarian leader!"
"The Great Xia Academy is nothing more than that, it's really disappointing!"
"..."
In the tavern, there was a lot of discussion.
People were arguing red-faced, and most of them did not believe that a mere barbarian could surpass the head of the Confucianism and Taoism Academy of Daxia Academy in terms of knowledge.
Some angry people still wanted to hang Zhao Gou outside the Meridian Gate.
Of course, they can only think about it at best.
As the leader of the holy land of martial arts, Zhao Gou relied not only on his attainments in Confucianism and Taoism, but also on his unrivaled magical powers in martial arts.
This thing intensified.
At noon the next day, even more explosive news came from the Great Xia Academy.
Haishan, the leader of the barbarians, discussed the Tao with the great Confucianists in the Daxia Academy.
Great power master Shen Tuxu, military master Yu Bai, cynic Qi Xiang... These great figures who are well-known among the Confucian scholars suffered a crushing defeat.
And he still lost in the field he was best at.
At this time, the people of Great Xia Imperial Capital realized that this matter was not simple.
…
It was the next afternoon.
Haishan's eye sockets were slightly darkened, but he was in great spirits, high in fighting spirit, and strode into the academy like a shooting star.
The discussion is over, what I have to do this afternoon is... Lecture!
He came to a wide school hall, which was big enough to accommodate two hundred people, and it was suddenly crowded with three or four hundred people.
And outside the window, there are still a large number of students looking forward to it.
The originally chaotic church became quiet after Haishan entered.
A pair of probing, hostile, or curious eyes looked at the leader of the enemy country.
Haishan took a deep breath.
Looking at the tide of students in the audience, he didn't feel the slightest bit of nervousness, but instead had the exhilarating feeling of doing something he likes.
On the podium, there is a white slate that resembles a blackboard.
On the table, there are black charcoal pens for writing.
Haishan picked up a charcoal pen and wrote the four characters "Practice what you have learned" on the slate.
"These four words are the theme we are going to talk about today..."
He opened his mouth slowly, today's lecture is the top priority. To put it bluntly, these students in front of me represent the future of Daxia to some extent.
If they agree and learn their point of view.
Then, it is enough to show that the barbarian, or him, is better than Daxia in terms of literary attainments.
The impact of this matter is quite far-reaching. The defeat in culture can hit Daxia's self-confidence more than the defeat in military affairs.
Especially over the years.
With the implementation of a series of reforms, the popularity of Martial Arts Academy has become more and more widespread.
If his ideas can be widely accepted, he can still maintain a profound influence in Great Xia for a long time to come.
Haishan is already smart, and he has done many drafts.
Focusing on the four words of applying what you have learned, combined with the research you have done over the years.
His explanations are step-by-step, covering a lot of topics, but still interesting, which fascinated many people.
Time flies by.
By the end of a class, the sky outside had already turned yellow.
"Boom!"
The bell rang, and people woke up like a dream.
"This guy has some skills..."
"Practice what you have learned. This point of view is really ingenious. We used to be too narrow in learning!"
"It's so knowledgeable. He doesn't look very old, but his knowledge is extensive and proficient. It's amazing!"
People talked a lot, and the class was over, even the most rebellious students looked at Haishan with admiration in their eyes at this moment.
"cough!"
Lectures are actually extremely exhausting, especially at such an important moment.
Haishan was just an ordinary person, and gradually felt that his physical strength was exhausted. He took a sip of herbal tea to moisten his throat, and then waved his hand lightly.
A few strong attendants who had been waiting outside the door came with rattan boxes.
"Because time is limited, the content of today's lecture is only a part of it."
Haishan propped his hands on the table, his eyes were soft and deep, and he looked at the students under the table calmly.
"I have summed up the knowledge I have learned in my life into these books. It is called "Sea Mountain Digest" and has 308 volumes. It covers a wide range of subjects. If you are interested in these courses, you can choose a few books and share with each other after class. .”
It's ridiculous that the barbarians want to write a book as a biography... If it was before this class, these students would definitely think so in their hearts.
but now.
After listening to Haishan's lecture, the students of Daxia Academy have developed a deep interest in these books.
soon.
With the help of attendants, books were distributed to everyone.
There were five or six hundred students present, those surrounded by the school and those outside the school looking forward to it.
There are about two copies of a book, and everyone meets their heads, watching carefully and discussing with each other.
From time to time, there were bursts of exclamations in the academy.
Seeing that it was getting late, Haishan smiled, got up and saluted, and then left.
The students got up one after another.
In the crowd, someone who shouted the first sentence "respectfully send off the teacher".
Afterwards, the shouts became one, like waves, sweeping across the entire academy.
Halfway through, Haishan opened his arms and looked up to the sky and laughed three times.
Have fun!
…
In the evening, in the spacious hall of the upper study room, the lights were bright, and a small meeting was being held.
Jiang Heng sat at the main seat and slowly put down the teacup in his hand.
He stared coldly at the seated academician Zhao Gou, the chief assistant of the cabinet Tu Qinzun, the commander-in-chief of Jin Yiwei, Jiang Cheng, and others.
"What do you think of what happened today?"
What Jiang Heng was referring to was naturally the matter of Haishan's lectures in the Daxia Academy.
Hearing such a question from Henghuang.
Zhao Gou blushed, bowed his head and remained silent.
Jiang Cheng's eyes were empty, but he looked absent-minded.
The chief minister of the cabinet, Tu Qinzun, is the successor of the former chief minister, Wang Bijiu, who was dismembered by five horses for his rebellion. He has been sitting in this chair for almost seven or eight years.
The chief minister was over half a hundred years old, but he had a ruddy complexion, a round face, and a certain black felt hat. He didn't look like a high-ranking official, but a businessman in the market.
But in fact, being able to sit in this position for eight years is deeply appreciated.
The chief minister obviously has his own uniqueness.
"cough!"
Seeing that the two adults, Jiang Cheng and Zhao Gou, were silent, he coughed helplessly, and took the initiative to say something: "In my opinion, this barbarian chieftain has three main purposes this time, and his intention is to be punished!"
"Oh?" Jiang Heng's eyes lit up, and he said calmly, "Then Aiqing might as well talk about it."