The next morning, I couldn't go to the meeting after all.
Because a Qingshu bird delivering a letter landed outside Yin Biyue's courtyard.
The paper is thin cloud paper, the ink is Huizhou Shen ink, and the handwriting is the most correct Taige style.
'Lanyuan Academy invites your Excellency to have a chat and greet you by sweeping the couch. Yours sincerely, Mr. 'The use of words is also a formal honorific.
Although such an invitation is exquisite, it is made by any noble family.
The difference is that the end of the invitation is not stamped with the school's 'flowering pen' emblem, but the private seal of the master of the academy.
Lanyuan Academy is not in 'one mountain and three schools, two Buddhist temples, and twelve palaces of Mozong', it is neutral. But behind these forces, there are faint shadows of schools. The current head of Baopuzong once studied in an academy, and the head of the Jiekong Temple also taught Buddhism in an academy. In the mainstay of any middle school, there are a few disciples from the academy. Even among the prominent officials in the imperial court of the Northern Emperor, many graduated from Lanyuan Academy.
The most important thing is that the gentleman of the academy is one of the six great Asian saints in the world.
The invitations stamped by such a big man himself are naturally extraordinary.
Duan Chongxuan was amazed by holding the invitation card, "This kind of supernatural means is worthy of Yasheng... Fourth Senior Brother, do you think the space formation in this seal can bring two people? Don't we go together?"
go to your sister!
Yin Biyue's mouth twitched slightly.
Space travel also brings people, tearing you apart in minutes!
Yin Biyue stretched out his hand to retrieve the invitation and looked at it. The words seemed modest, but they didn't specify the time.
The meaning of this is very simple, that is, let the invitation go out as soon as you get it.
He suddenly remembered a vulgar saying in the cultivation world, "Cangya Mountain's domineering is a real sword and a real gun. If you don't agree, you will be beaten. Laozi is the truth"! And Lanyuan Academy, on the bright side, obeys the etiquette system, and It's kind, but you can't refuse it."
He rubbed the palm-sized seal at the end of the letter with his fingertips. The red ink pad is slightly convex, and the texture is delicate and soft. It is the four seal carvings of 'Private Seal of Zhangyuan' which cannot be more vulgar.
Duan Chongxuan watched from the side with a nervous expression, for fear that the blink of an eye would disappear.
In the seal of Mr. Zhangyuan, there is a space formation, and the space channel can be opened by injecting true essence. Lanyuan Academy is in Yunyang City in the Central Continent, while Cangya Mountain is in the Western Continent, and the distance is more than a thousand miles.
Now it can be reached in an instant.
Yin Biyue couldn't think of what a big man like Yasheng would do when he saw him, and he thought it was impossible for Duan Chongxuan to guess 'Because of his good grades in the past year, Mr. invited him to give a lecture' for no reason.
Because during his three years in the academy, he didn't even know where the door of Mr. Zhang's residence was opened. Large and small matters in the academy are handled by the deputy director and a group of teachers.
Mr. Zhangyuan seems to be only responsible for living in the legend.
If you can't think of it, you don't want to, but you have to see it.
He nodded and said, "Junior Brother, I'm going."
Duan Chongxuan hurriedly came up and said, "Fourth Senior Brother, don't you really think about taking me?!... Hey, Senior Brother, Senior Brother..."
As if the chattering shouts were still in his ears, he was standing on a strange land in a blink of an eye.
Shallow water pools were accumulated on the blue bricks, and there was still a cool water vapor in the air.
It just rained in Yunyang City. Early dawn.
Yin Biyue looked back at the shadow and calculated the time difference and distance between the two continents.
He was standing inside the vermilion gate of the academy, and in front of him was facing a townhouse stone that was shaped like a ganoderma lucidum and was as huge as a mountain. A magnificent air blows.
The boy with a red jacket and a bun with a bun stood by the stone and bowed his hands to him, "This senior brother, please come with me, sir, I have been waiting for a long time."
A school is not so much a mansion as it is a city within a city.
Because it's surprisingly big.
Bypassing the town house stone, there is the wide main road of the school, which leads to the Diligent School Hall, where the students gather on weekdays. At this time, it is the hour of 'Shangshengshu', and the students are listening to Mr. Xi's lectures in the schoolhouse.
The huge main road and the main hall became more and more empty.
After passing the Qinxue Hall, the road in front of me suddenly became complicated, with winding corridors and long paths of blue bricks extending in all directions.
Yin Biyue walked on the road that the original body had walked countless times.
The three people embraced the pavilion of acacia, and the ivy covered the four-story library building, looking green from a distance. The vermilion lacquer on the corridors in front of each school building has been mottled, revealing the original dull color.
The wind carries the fragrance of plants and trees, and the sound of reading books is blowing.
Everything here is familiar and unfamiliar.
What does Lanyuan Academy teach
Lanyuan Academy teaches everything.
Calligraphy and painting, nine chapters of arithmetic, parallel prose and verses, musical scores.
Beginning of practice, a hundred schools of thought, a vast universe, a court of mind.
Mr. Zhang Yuan once said, "There is a precedence in asking questions, but there is no pros and cons. There are three thousand avenues, and the same goal is achieved by different paths."
This is the purpose of the school.
The boy who led the way turned another arch and said with a smile, "It's been a few years since my brother graduated, but do you still remember the way here?"
Yin Biyue said, "I've walked through it thousands of times in three years, and I remember it. I'm just ashamed to say it. I came from an academy, but I don't know the name of the master of the academy."
He thought that this boy was the servant boy in the hospital and could always know the surname of a gentleman. In this way, when I see the Zhangyuan later, it is convenient to call him.
Unexpectedly, the boy said, "No one really knows Mr.'s name. I think maybe Mr. himself doesn't remember it."
Yin Biyue was a little surprised, "It's like the world doesn't dare to call the Sword Saint's name directly, so after a long time, I really don't remember the name?"
But he looked at the boy's innocent expression and lively personality, which showed that the gentleman must be gentle with those around him. At least on the surface.
The little boy puffed up his bun face in confusion,
"Yes and no. Mr. is very senior, so no matter how prominent people in the world are, they need to be called 'Sir'. But the gentleman has a broad mind, no matter how poor or humble, he can be called 'Sir'. It will last like this for a long time. , the name is not important. After all, in the view of Mr., all beings in the world are treated equally."
All beings are equal? Yin Bi smiled slightly. This seems to be a real saint.
But under the saints, they are all ants.
Both ants, natural equality.
His face was as calm as water, and he followed the boy around the library and walked to the depths of the secluded school.
Suddenly turning a corner, he took a step behind, and when he looked again, the figure of the child disappeared out of thin air.
Yin Biyue did not panic. Leisurely walked forward.
Because the entire academy is the private domain of Mr.
Here, one flower, one leaf, one bird and one beast's movements are under control, which cannot be concealed from Mr.
Then he lost his way, it should also be in the eyes of Mr.
He walked through the martial arts arena, and the teenagers practiced swords in a straight-forward manner, with immature faces and firm expressions. Sweat dripped down his forehead into his collar.
He was standing outside the hall of thinking. The two factions of students in the hall were arguing, blushing and glaring at each other with thick necks.
He looked at the figure that came and went in a hurry in the library, passing by the window. Walking steadily, holding thick volumes and briefs.
Just classmates are young, and they are in full bloom.
He remembered the two courses, 'Thinking Theory' and 'Preliminary Swordsmanship', which he had chosen himself. Mr. Xi's teacher was notoriously strict.
He remembered that when he first entered the school, other people said, 'Can you graduate at such a young age?', and finally watched him top the list.
He remembered the countless nights of reading with the lights on, the morning when he got up early to practice swordsmanship, and the evening when he climbed the building and looked into the distance.
Yin Biyue has never been the most talented genius, but Yin Biyue is more diligent than every genius.
Memories flooded in like a flood, and scenes from the past flew by in front of his eyes.
The world is a big dream.
He experienced the joys and sorrows of the school for three years. From the uneasy initial entrance examination in the Hall of Diligence, to the practice of Lantai, who sings and drinks, every day is unforgettable.
Until this moment, he was Yin Biyue, and Yin Biyue was him.
What happened yesterday has become what I am today.
With a thought, the long sword sang to itself.
The blue brick under his feet cracked a deep gap a foot long.
At the end of the sky, the setting sun is like blood.
At the same time, under the locust tree in the deep courtyard, a middle-aged Confucian scholar led by Eguanbo smiled slightly.
The locust flowers in the courtyard trembled and swayed in the wind, as if echoing his joy.
Yin Biyue was still immersed in the sword intent just now, which was an almost intuitive mystery.
The scene in front of him suddenly changed.
It was replaced by a courtyard full of locust trees.
The season is obviously not mid-spring, but here is full of locust blossoms, and there is a sweet fragrance floating in the air.
There was a man standing under the locust tree, the owner of the entire academy.
Before meeting Mr. Zhang Yuan, Yin Biyue thought countless times about what kind of person this would be.
Perhaps most people have such curiosity, what kind of appearance and how powerful the few people standing in the highest places in the world should be.
But there is no conjecture that satisfies the current situation.
He originally thought that Mr. must be an old man with immortal style, but he did not expect that the person in front of him looked like a middle-aged scholar.
The man was standing under the tree, copying his hands lazily, like a wealthy idler from a high-profile family.
Even the most upright Eguanbo belt, when worn on him, showed three scattered breaths.
There is no power exposed by the sect master, no sword intent that Jun Yu can't look up to, and even Liu Yushuang doesn't have the spirit of a martial artist.
But Yin Biyue did not dare to relax his vigilance. Because he has a keen intuition about the strength of the soul.
The man in front of him is very powerful.
He is a rare peak powerhouse in his long experience.
Yin Bi took two steps forward, just keeping the distance of the ceremony, and gave a proper disciple salute, "The student has seen Mr.
The wealthy and idle man waved his hand to signal that he did not need to be more polite.
The next second, this vigilance was amplified to the extreme.
It seems that the blood in the whole body is frozen like an ice cave in an instant!
Because the man glanced at him with a smile, and sighed with regret,
"You can't kill him, then forget it."