Chapter 75 The Knowledge of Farts

The city is not big, and there are quite a lot of schools. Chen Jiu walked all the way, and saw there were ignorant children and half-grown teenagers in the school.

But these two kinds of people should have nothing to do with each other, and they can sit in the same school and study.

Chen Jiu looked outside the school for a while, then walked away slowly, and he didn't have any profound knowledge, just a childish ignorance.

He walked around the city slowly and looked carefully.

The prosperous place is really prosperous, and the big households in the city are mostly well-known scholars. There is an official and a half job in the city, and several clothing and food shops.

As for the poor, they are really poor, with dilapidated houses and bottomless rice jars. Although they may not starve to death, they are not much better.

These are the country and the people of the people who read?

It's funny.

The guest in green shirt stood next to a tea shop, holding a cup of tea, it was rare for him to calm down and watch the people coming and going.

Today, two scholars came to the city, they are genuine Confucian Academy scholars, they came here to find some talented young children, brought them back to the Academy, and taught them the way.

Beside the two academicians, there were many guards in the city, specially arranged by the city lord, not because they were afraid that someone would dare to assassinate the academicians, just for show.

After all, the presence of the academicians in person is a rare good thing in the city, and even the city lord had to hold a banquet at night to welcome the two scholars.

Today, there are many lecturers from schools who brought their disciples here, and let the masters from the academy screen them out. If they choose their own school, then the lecturers of this school should also be blessed and become a blockbuster in the city. The city lord has to give him an official position.

Two bachelors, a middle-aged scholar, with a serious face all the time, unrelenting, looked like a rigid scholar, was asking questions with those young people, and whoever answered the best would be admitted to the academy.

Another bachelor, a young man with white robes and phoenix eyes, sat on a reclining chair. He didn't look like a scholar.

There were many teenagers around the middle-aged bachelor, and the ones closest to him were the ones in brocade clothes. Whenever the bachelor asked questions, they rushed to answer first.

The ones at the back were teenagers from poor families, so they kept silent. Two teenagers had the rare courage to raise their hands slightly, and the teenagers from wealthy families in front answered first.

The eyes of the middle-aged bachelor were mostly in the front, and occasionally he looked back, and he just shook his head slightly, thinking to himself.

"This child from a scholarly family is really well-educated, and ordinary people are much worse, far behind."

Among them was a half-grown boy with a particularly thin figure. When he listened to the middle-aged scholar's question, he twisted his hands and fidgeted. He ran quickly and walked into the crowd.

The half-grown boy walked through the criss-crossing alleys to the extreme north of the city, and stopped in front of a small courtyard.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and after his shortness of breath was no longer there, he entered the small yard lightly, slowly opened the door that was about to be broken, and looked worriedly at the door.

On the bed in the room, lay a middle-aged woman, pale, extremely thin, with protruding cheekbones, squinting her eyes, and breathing slightly from her nostrils.

The woman seemed to have heard the movement, and turned her head with some difficulty, her eyes closed, she looked at the boy at the door, and smiled weakly, "Didn't you go to class today?"

The half-grown boy stood at the door, biting the corner of his mouth and shaking his head slightly.

The woman smiled again with great difficulty, "Hey, go to class quickly, don't keep the teacher waiting."

The boy's eyes were slightly red, and he shook his head again.

The woman sighed, and was about to speak again when her breathing became short of breath and her eyes rolled.

The young man hurried forward, already crying, "Mother, mother!"

No response.

The boy wiped away his tears, ran out of the yard, found a random passerby, knelt down, and cried, "Help my mother!"

The pedestrian cast a glance at him, ignored him, and walked away quickly.

The young man stood up crying, he only knew he wanted to invite the doctor, but he didn't know where the doctor was, he stumbled all the way, ran into the street, knelt down at everyone, and cried out, "Help my mother."

No one answered.

In the end, the child whimpered in a low voice and ran to the teacher of the school, begging him to save his mother.

Mr. Xuetang frowned, "Don't worry, I'm listening to learning, I'll go later."

The boy's voice was hoarse, his eyes were tearful, and he stood there sluggishly.

Someone patted the young man on the shoulder and said softly, "Take me to have a look, okay?"

The young man turned his head, and there was a man in blue shirt in the place where the tears were blurred.

He nodded hastily, before he had time to wipe away his tears, he quickly ran back to his home with the guest in blue.

The man in green shirt took a look at the door, and there was no movement of the women inside, so he said to the young man, "Wait here for a while, don't worry your mother, I'll go in and have a look."

The young man wiped his snot and tears and nodded hastily.

Chen Jiu walked in slowly, and the young man was standing at the door, looking with his head in great concern.

The woman opened her eyes slightly, her body remained motionless, and she was still looking in the direction of the door.

Chen Jiu stepped forward, closed her eyes, covered her with the quilt, and remained silent for a long time.

He walked out slowly, and asked under the worried eyes of the young man, "Is there anyone else in your family?"

The young man sniffled and replied, "Father went up the mountain to gather herbs yesterday, and he won't be back until evening."

He looked inside worriedly again, "Is my mother okay?"

The man in blue was silent for a while, then nodded, his voice trembling slightly, "Your mother is tired... Take a break, and you can watch in the yard, don't bother me, and wait for your father to come back."

The boy let go of his heart and nodded quickly.

The man in blue pursed his lips, pressed down his bamboo hat, and walked slowly towards the outside of the yard. When he reached the street outside, he turned his head to look.

The young man took a bench and sat on it, holding a book of sages, unable to read it, but trying to read it.

The sun was low, the sky was dim, and the yard was extremely quiet, with chickens pecking rice.

The next morning, the boy didn't go to school, so he and his father bought a coffin, carried it home, and put the woman in without trouble. The father and son sat silently, unable to cry, and finally read After a few glances, the coffin was closed and buried.

The man in green shirt walked on the high mountain range and had already left the city. If he turned his head and looked around, he could have a panoramic view of the whole city.

Over the mountains, there is martial movement condensed, it does not fall, and it does not disperse for a long time.

When Chen Jiuxing was on the mountain, a tiny pinch of golden light ignited in his eyes, and what he saw turned out to be that young man.

This is the attitude of that Qi refiner who opened his eyes and watched the mountains and rivers!

Zhou Tianwu Yun made a bang, like a galaxy falling, hovering around the young man.

Chen Jiu didn't respond, but just walked in a daze, feeling something in his heart, and looked at the young man.

Dozens of Nascent Soul lecturers in the academy raised their heads at the same time to observe the martial arts, frowned slightly, and after a little peeping, they knew that they were the disciples of the old sword god. Still surprised in my heart.

Is the martial luck of this old sword god disciple too strong, how could he cause such a reaction between heaven and man? !

It's really unreasonable.

The lecturer of the academy sighed again.

Forget it, this old sword god is unreasonable enough, no matter how unreasonable his apprentice is, he is better than the old sword god, so it is acceptable to compare.

The skinny young man in the city went to see Mr. Xuetang today. The gentleman was still outside listening to the middle-aged bachelor in the academy imparting knowledge. The young man walked to the side of the gentleman timidly.

The school teacher looked at him like a boy, and frowned slightly, "Why didn't you come to study yesterday?"

The boy lowered his head and replied softly: "My mother is dead, I buried her yesterday."

The husband frowned even deeper, "Then forget it this time, don't forget there will be no next time."

The young man shook his head, "Sir, I'm not going to study anymore, I just came here to tell you, I hope I can refund some tuition fees later."

Mr. Xuetang's tone was a little more serious, and he asked: "Don't study? What can you do if you don't study? How can you be successful in the future, how can you make a career in the sky, don't let yourself be short-sighted!"

The young man lowered his head, but still shook his head resolutely, "My father and I went to gather medicine, and if we don't study anymore, sir, just return the tuition fee to me."

Mr. Xuetang was in a hurry, "You are stubborn, you really want to be that mountain villager? You can't teach children, and you can't carve rotten wood!"

The middle-aged scholar from the school over there heard the movement, stopped asking questions, and came over to ask, "What's the matter?"

Mr. Xuetang hurriedly bowed, and replied respectfully: "My student doesn't want to study anymore, I'm trying to persuade him."

So now, everyone around looked at the young man together, discussing a lot.

Don't want to read? In the eyes of everyone, this is an outlier.

The boy's head was very low, his chin hit his chest, and he couldn't lift his head.

With a cold face, the middle-aged bachelor said in a deep voice, "Young man, reading is the way out. Don't be fooled by ghosts and go the wrong way."

The young man lowered his head, clenched his fists, shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "I don't want to study, just return the money to me."

Mr. Xuetang was in a hurry, "It's really mud that can't support the wall!"

The middle-aged bachelor's face darkened, "After entering the school, as a half-student, how can you still care about money so much!"

He turned his head to look at Mr. Xuetang, "You, Mr., teach, and you can't blame him."

Mr. Xuetang's face turned pale, and he looked at the boy with hatred.

The young man gritted his teeth, and suddenly raised his head and roared, "I don't want any stupid knowledge, all I want is money, and only my mother!"

The middle-aged bachelor snorted angrily, "It's treason!"

He strode forward and slapped the boy on the face with a crisp sound.

The boy gritted his teeth tightly and didn't cry at all.

In the distant sky, there was a flash of light suddenly, and a spear was shot at extremely fast speed, and it was stuck beside the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man turned his head in horror.

A figure of golden light crashed down from the sky carrying majestic martial arts. It was really like a star falling from the wilderness, disturbing the sky without clouds, and there was a roar!

The golden figure landed on the ground, stepped on the middle-aged bachelor, pulled out the spear made of mirror flowers, water and moon, and looked around the crowd. The pupils had high golden lights and swayed suddenly.