The next morning, I failed to attend the meeting.
Because a green bird delivering a message landed outside Yin Biyue's yard.
The paper is thin cloud paper, the ink is Huizhou sinking ink, and the handwriting is the most neat Taige style.
"Lanyuan Academy invites you to come to our house for a chat. We have prepared a bed for you. Sincerely, Mr. Dean." Even the words used were formal and respectful.
Although such an invitation is exquisite, any noble family can make it.
The difference is that the end of the invitation is not stamped with the school's "Shenghuabi" emblem, but with the dean's private seal.
Lanyuan Academy is not in the "One Mountain, Three Sects, Two Buddhist Temples, Twelve Palaces of Demon Sect", it is neutral. But behind these forces, there is a shadow of the academy. The current head of Baopu Sect once studied in the academy, and the head of Jiekong Temple also taught Buddhism in the academy. Among the backbones of any large and medium-sized sect, there are always a few disciples who came from the academy. Even many prominent officials in the court of the Northern Imperial Capital graduated from Lanyuan Academy.
The most important thing is that the teacher of the academy is one of the six great sub-sages in the world.
An invitation stamped personally by such a great man is naturally extraordinary.
Duan Chongxuan held the invitation and exclaimed in amazement, "Such magical powers are worthy of being a sub-sage... Fourth Senior Brother, do you think the space formation in this seal can carry two people? Do you want us to go together?"
Fuck you!
The corners of Yin Biyue's mouth twitched slightly.
If you travel through space and bring people with you, I will tear you to pieces in minutes!
Yin Biyue reached out to take back the invitation and looked at it. The words written seemed humble, but there was no time specified.
The meaning is very simple, which is to set off immediately when you receive the invitation.
He suddenly remembered a vulgar saying in the cultivation world, "The tyranny of Cangya Mountain is real, 'If you don't obey, I will beat you until you obey, I am the truth'! As for Lanyuan Academy, they follow the etiquette and are friendly on the surface, but they force you to refuse."
He rubbed the palm-sized seal at the end of the letter with his fingertips. The red ink was slightly convex, with a smooth and soft texture, and it was engraved with the four most vulgar words "Private Seal of the Dean".
Duan Chongxuan watched from the side with a nervous look, afraid that the person would disappear in the blink of an eye.
The seal of the dean contains a space formation, and injecting true essence can open the space channel. Lanyuan Academy is in Yunyang City in the Central Continent, while Cangya Mountain is in the Western Continent, more than a thousand miles apart.
Now it can happen in a flash.
Yin Bi couldn't figure out what a great figure like Yasheng would do to meet him, and he also thought that it couldn't be the unfounded reason that Duan Chongxuan had guessed, "Because he had good grades that year, the teacher invited him to give a lecture."
Because during his three years at the academy, he didn't even know which direction the door of the dean's residence faced. All matters in the academy were handled by the deputy dean and a group of teachers.
Mr. Dean, it seems that your only responsibility is to live in legends.
If you can’t think of it, don’t think about it. You will have to go and see it eventually.
He nodded and said, "Junior brother, I'm going."
Duan Chongxuan hurried over, "Fourth Senior Brother, are you really not considering taking me with you?!... Hey, Senior Brother, Senior Brother..."
It seemed as if the chatterbox's shouting was still in his ears, and in the blink of an eye he was standing on a strange land.
There was a shallow pool of water on the blue bricks, and there was a slightly cool vapor in the air.
It had just rained in Yunyang City. The sky was clearing up.
Yin Biyue looked back at the shadow and calculated the time difference and distance between the two continents.
He was standing in the vermilion gate of the academy, facing a huge mountain-like stone that looked like a Ganoderma lucidum. A majestic aura was overwhelming.
A little boy in a red coat with a bun standing by the stone, bowed to him, "Brother, please follow me. The master has been waiting for a long time."
The academy is more like a city within a city than a palace.
Because it is incredibly large.
Going around the Town Stone, there is the broad main road of the school, which leads to the Diligent Learning Hall where students usually gather. It is the time for "Students' Study" and students are in the school listening to the lectures of the teachers.
The huge main road and hall seemed even more empty.
After passing the Qinxue Hall, the road ahead suddenly became complicated, with winding corridors and long blue brick paths leading in all directions.
Yin Biyue walked on the road that her original body had walked countless times.
The locust trees that could be hugged by three people were towering like a canopy, and the green ivy covered the four-story library, which looked green from afar. The red paint on the pillars in front of the schoolhouses was a little mottled, revealing their original dark color.
The wind carries the fragrance of grass and trees, and brings the sound of reading.
Everything here is familiar yet strange.
What does Lanyuan Academy teach?
Lanyuan Academy teaches everything.
Calligraphy and painting, Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art, parallel prose and elegant verses, and music scores.
Introduction to spiritual practice, various schools of thought, the universe, and the minds of the court.
The headmaster once said, "There is a sequence in how to seek the truth, but there is no superiority or inferiority. There are three thousand great truths, but they all lead to the same destination."
This is the purpose of the institution.
The little boy who led the way turned another archway and said with a smile, "Brother, it has been a while since you graduated. Do you still remember the way here?"
Yin Biyue said, "I have walked here thousands of times in the past three years, so I remember it. But I am ashamed to say that I am a student of the academy, but I don't know the name of the dean."
He thought that the boy was the dean's servant and that he would know the master's surname, so that it would be convenient for him to address the dean when he met him later.
Unexpectedly, the little boy said, "No one really knows the master's name. I think maybe the master himself doesn't remember it."
Yin Biyue was a little surprised. "Just like people don't dare to call the Sword Saint by his name, so after a long time, they really don't remember his name?"
But he saw that the boy had an innocent look and a lively personality, which showed that the master must be gentle to the people around him. At least on the surface.
The little boy puffed up his face in confusion.
"Yes and no. Sir is a very senior person, so no matter how prominent a person is, he must be addressed as 'Sir'. But Sir is also broad-minded, no matter how poor and humble a person is, he can be addressed as 'Sir'. After a long time, the name is not important. After all, in the eyes of Sir, all living beings in the world are treated equally."
All beings are equal? Yin Biyue smiled slightly. This made the dean seem like a true saint.
But below the saints, we are all ants.
Since we are all ants, we are naturally equal.
His face was as calm as water as he followed the child around the library and walked into the depths of the secluded school.
Suddenly, he turned a corner and fell behind. When he looked again, the child's figure disappeared out of thin air.
Yin Biyue was not in a hurry and walked forward leisurely.
Because the entire institution is the teacher’s private domain.
Here, every flower, leaf, bird and animal's movement is under control and nothing can escape the master's eyes.
Then his being lost should also be seen by the teacher.
He walked past the martial arts arena, where young men were practicing swordplay in a methodical manner, their faces childish and determined, with sweat dripping down their foreheads and into their collars.
He stood outside the door of the Debate Hall, where two groups of students were arguing with each other, glaring at each other with red faces and angry expressions.
He looked at the figures who hurried to and fro in the library, passing by the window, walking steadily, holding thick volumes of scrolls and books.
We are young students in the prime of our youth.
He thought of the two courses, "Theory of Speculation" and "Introduction to Swordsmanship", which he had also chosen. The teacher was notoriously strict and harsh.
He recalled that when he first entered the school, others were saying, "How can you graduate at such a young age?", and in the end they watched him top the list.
He recalled the countless nights when he read by lamplight, the early mornings when he got up to practice swordplay, and the evenings when he climbed the tower to gaze into the distance.
Yin Biyue was never the most gifted genius, but he was more diligent than any other genius.
Memories came flooding back, and scenes from the past flashed before his eyes.
The world is just one big dream.
He experienced the joys and sorrows of the three years in the academy. From the nervous entrance examination in the Qinxue Hall to the singing and drinking in the Lanting Hall, every day was unforgettable.
Until this moment, he was Yin Biyue, and Yin Biyue was him.
Everything that happened yesterday has become who I am today.
As the mind moved, the long sword rang.
The blue bricks under his feet cracked into a deep gap one foot long.
The setting sun at the end of the sky is blood-red.
At the same time, under the locust tree in the deep courtyard, a middle-aged scholar in a tall hat and wide belt smiled and said, "The sword has not been drawn yet, but the energy has already been released. Good."
The locust flowers in the yard trembled and swayed in the wind, as if responding to his joy.
Yin Biyue was still immersed in the sword intent just now, which was a kind of mystery that was almost intuitive.
The scenery in front of me suddenly changed in an instant.
It was replaced by a courtyard planted with locust trees.
It is clearly only mid-spring now, but the branches here are already full of locust flowers, and the air is filled with sweet fragrance.
There stood a man under the locust tree, the master of the entire academy.
Before meeting the dean, Yin Biyue had thought countless times about what kind of person he would be.
Perhaps most people are curious about what those people standing at the highest point in the world look like and what kind of power they have.
But no one guess satisfies the current situation.
He originally thought that the gentleman must be an old man with a sage-like demeanor, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him looked like a middle-aged Confucian scholar.
The man stood under the tree, with his hands folded in a somewhat weary manner, like a wealthy and idle person from a wealthy family.
Even the most formal tall hat and wide belt looked a little unruly on him.
He did not have the outward majesty of the sect leader, nor the unapproachable sword intent of Jun Yu, and he did not even have the sharpness of a warrior like Liu Qishuang.
But Yin Biyue did not dare to relax his vigilance at all, because he had a keen intuition about the strength of the soul.
The person in front of me is very powerful.
He is a rare peak powerhouse in his long experience.
Yin Bi took two steps forward, keeping a polite distance, and performed a proper disciple's salute, "Student greets you, sir."
The rich and idle man waved his hand to indicate that there was no need to be polite.
The next second, this vigilance was magnified to the extreme.
It was as if all the blood in my body froze in an instant as if falling into an ice cave!
Because that person glanced at him with a smile and sighed with some regret.
"You couldn't kill him, so forget it."
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