Start From Cultivation University

　　 An ordinary morning in the student dormitory.

　　 Accompanied by the singing of birds coming from outside the window, the students on the couch hummed like piglets in a mud puddle, and covered their heads with quilts in the bright morning light, squirming and turning over and over.

　　 "Is it dawn?"

　　 "Brother Song, close the window, it's noisy..."

　　 "Turn off the chicken, it's half past seven!"

　　 Finally someone slammed the quilt, put on a chicken coop, and woke up the whole dormitory with a rooster crowing: "Wake up! It's eight early today!"

　　 The squirming voice became louder, and the people on several bunks were rubbing back and forth on the narrow bed, groaning sleepily.

　　 "Why is it morning class again... what is it?"

"It's Fu Zhuan drawing... No! That's the second quarter!" The person who got up first slapped his face, and his expression instantly collapsed, "Fuck! Today is the first lesson in Wendao, that's the new teacher. Wen Dao class!"

　　 As soon as these words came out, the piglet-like wriggling classmates seemed to have heard the slaughter order on the spot.

　　 "Why is it Thursday again?"

　　 "Are you going to listen to that old man Yan Ruyu preaching again today?"

　　 "Help! Why isn't it Teacher Wei..."

　　 "Shhh, maybe the invisible teacher is listening now, watch out for it..."

　　 In a wailing sound, the people in the dormitory got up after all, clothed their hearts as ash, washing their faces as if they were dead, and finally stepped into the decisive steps of despair and coldness, and the six relatives walked towards the teaching building without acknowledgment.

　　 The spacious classroom is full of people, and everyone has a dull expression on their faces. When the class bell rang at eight o'clock, Yan Ruyu walked into the classroom in a white robe, coughed a few times, sat cross-legged on the podium, and spoke leisurely.

　　 "Today, the old man continues to talk about the way of cultivating the mind-if there is a way, the cultivator must first cultivate the heart, and the person who cultivates the heart is a gentleman. There is a saying in ‘on a gentleman’, a female is a gentleman and a Confucianism..."

　　Wu Hao sat in the front seat, tried his best to follow Yan Ruyu's speech with his ears up, remembering with his hands that he was already sweating profusely before long.

By his side, the other students have stiff expressions and dull eyes, sitting there, not to mention taking notes, and even listening to the left ears in and out of the right ear, more people are already drowsy, relying on a breath of spiritual energy. write.

"The work of the last minute, the soil becomes the mountain...Everyone does it, and it is more than a man to become a gentleman... The quiet is to cultivate the body, the frugality is to cultivate virtue, and the sincere is the foundation of gold and stone... This is the way of a gentleman and the foundation of the cultivation of the heart. …"

　　 Wen Sheng deserves to be Wen Sheng, all kinds of classics are readily available. Don't talk about lesson plans, you don't even need to take a book, just relying on what you have learned in your chest is enough to talk endlessly. The content is wild and empty, and the coquettish **** outside who read PPT are simply heaven and earth.

　　 If Wei Ze sits here and listens, he must have a good admiration. As a Chinese teacher, he knew from the first time he heard that the literature, Neo-Confucianism, and Confucian philosophy contained in what Yan Ruyu said was simply vast, and any modern teacher would not even be worthy of carrying shoes in front of him.

　　 However, for these students, especially those with poor high school grades, there is no difference between listening to this Tang Dynasty teacher's lecture and listening to the heavenly scriptures.

　　What kind of heart? What gentleman? What Confucianism? They can understand every word, but the connection makes people doubt their Chinese listening level.

　　 And the most terrible thing is...Because Yan Ruyu does not prepare a lesson, this lesson does not even have a textbook to refer to!

　　 So, the scene of the Wendao class is often like this: Yan Ruyu, a strong and strong old man, stands on the stage at the mouth of the Xuanliang River, and the bewildered students are dumbfounded underneath, even if they want to learn, they can’t learn. Except for a few people who forced themselves to concentrate by taking notes, the rest of the students sat there and felt that they were being tortured.

　　 If it weren't for the existence of people in their ears, so that those who skipped classes would have to endure the torture of magic sounds in their ears, the attendance rate of this class is estimated to have fallen below the ground.

　　 A pair of godless eyes glanced randomly, glance at the wall clock on the wall every minute, it can be said that every second is like a year. Seeing the hour hand finally approached the end, the expressions of the students also became vivid, and this vitality reached its peak in the instant.

　　 It's time!

　　 Everyone was about to cheer in their hearts, staring at Yan Ruyu's mouth and waiting for him to spit out the word end of get out of class. Yan Ruyu took a breath and slowly said, "Then finally, the old man will talk about this as the way of the emperor..."

　　 The eyes of the students are talking: "..."

　　...

Seeing the wall clock turned half a circle, the old man Wen Sheng finally shut his mouth still intently, facing a group of students with wonderful expressions, and said leisurely: "...At this point, the way of cultivating the heart has just begun. What is wrong with you? ?"

　　 It was quiet.

　　Don't call me, don't call me... The students are praying secretly in their hearts.

　　 "Everyone knows it to your heart? Very good, very good." Yan Ruyu then slowly stood up, his long sleeves flicked, "Then, get out of class is over."

　　 The moment he stepped out of the classroom, the students sitting below were like dominoes that had been overthrown. They collapsed in an instant, with their faces as earth-colored, as if they had recovered from a serious illness.

　　 "Oh my god, it's finally over..."

　　 "Who am I, where am I, what did I hear?"

　　 "Is this teacher a human, drag it out for half an hour..."

　　Wu Hao listened to the sorrow all around him, sweating the last line of the copy, shaking his aching wrists, and checking with a tangled expression on his face. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "It's over, it seems that I missed a paragraph in the end..."

　　 He recalled carefully, and he really couldn't remember what Yan Ruyu had said. He had no choice but to place his hopes on others, so he turned around and prepared to ask Xiao Youyu behind.

　　 "Hey, did you remember the paragraph about ‘Encouraging Learning’ just now..."

　　 He turned his head, Xiao Youyu had a spell on his head, Zhengxiang was sleeping on the table.

　　 "...Forget it." Wu Hao silently closed his pen cap, and tried to review the unknown handwriting he had memorized.

　　 is obviously something that has just been written down, but looking at it, he feels that he almost doesn't recognize his own words.

　　 dizzy, the wailing of the surrounding students suddenly quieted down, someone's footsteps entered the classroom, and then a familiar voice came from the front podium.

　　 "Early classmates. Today, let me talk about the Ohuo Charm homework I left in the last class. Any student would like to show it..."

Ok? Have you arrived at Teacher Wei's Fu seal class?

As soon as he raised his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Xiao Youyu, who was sleeping behind him, bounced up. The sleepiness was swept away in the blink of an eye. If it weren't for the red marks on his face, it would be hard to imagine him a few minutes ago. Sleeping faintly.

　　 Looking at the surrounding classmates again, the reaction is the same as that of him.

　　 With the arrival of Wei Ze, those dull and dull expressions a few minutes ago were instantly lit up, as if a zombie was resurrected. The sound of page turning for a while, everyone hurriedly took out the homework done in the last class—a few stacks of yellow paper for talisman seals, with characters drawn in ink on them. The pen walks the dragon and the snake, the momentum is quite.

　　 "Teacher! I will check first!"

　　 "Ms. Wei, look at me first!"

　　 "I raised my hand first!"