After packing up his things, Chen Jiu was dressed in linen and carrying a simple package, dressed like a farm boy.

"Goodbye Village" Chen Jiu walked out of the village step by step.

The best academy in Yuzhou of the Great Zhou Dynasty was Yingtian Academy, which should be said to be the best institution besides the public Imperial College of the imperial court.

Looking at Yuzhou City from afar, Chen Jiu showed a shock.

A pair of eyes flashed with glazed lights, and at this moment, a huge catathedral hovered over Yuzhou City.

At just one glance, there was a force of suppressing the eternal world, which made Chen Jiu retreat seven steps involuntarily and sank into the ground three inches three steps.

He with lingering fear, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the plaque at the city gate. The two words Yuzhou were full of ancient vicissitudes, as if countless heroes were crying and crying blood.

"This is Yuzhou, and it is almost catching up with the Forbidden Sea of ​​Imperial Palace. I just don't know how charming the imperial city of the Great Zhou Dynasty was."

There was a very strange scene under Yuzhou City. A young man dressed in a simple dress, carrying a simple wrap, and wearing a straw sandals, looked at Yuzhou City from afar, showing a sense of vicissitudes.

"The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal heroes. To the west of the old building, the humanity is the red cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks penetrate the sky, the waves slam the shore, and thousands of snow are rolled up. The country is like a painting, and there are so many heroes at the moment. I remember Gongjin back then, when Xiao Qiao first got married, his heroic hair was born. He had a feather fan and a scarpment. As he talked and laughed, the masts and oars were destroyed. When his hometown was wandering, he should laugh at me. He had a bright hair, and a bottle of it would be poured on the moon in the river."

Looking at this Yuzhou City, perhaps because Chen Jiu understood the long river of time, in Chen Jiu's eyes, countless fragments of history flashed in his eyes, thousands of troops and countless heroes and geniuses rose up, but they left the scene in a daze.

A drop of sad tears fell gently. This was not a whine without any illness, but a piece of Chen Jiu was infected by the historical fragment and the genius withdrew from the scene.

Although Chen Jiu's voice is tender, it hides a strong sense of vicissitudes. This is a very strange feeling, but immaturity is combined with vicissitudes.

Although the sound was not loud, everyone in the entire Yuzhou Prefecture Gate couldn't help but cry. Generations of geniuses, under the erosion of the long river of time, defeated countless geniuses and swept the world. They were full of energy and were invincible for all generations. But they had to fall at the foot of the long river of time. How sad it was.

Although everyone didn't know who Zhou Lang was, and even less did Xiao Qiao be the woman who was so beautiful that she was the most beautiful woman. The strong atmosphere of sorrow instantly infected everyone and she burst into tears, especially the soldiers, whose eyes were red and tears fell down.

A light sigh expresses the lament of the rise and fall of history, and the genius is gloomy.

At this moment, Yuzhou was trembling slightly, and the walls of Yuzhou Prefecture kept trembling, as if a hero was crying.

The faces of the people in the prefecture changed drastically. The city wall of the prefecture is the foundation of the Yuzhou prefecture, suppressing the fortune of the prefecture and not being lost.

Although this city wall is a dead object, it is covered with heroic blood. The city wall will not tremble, but the city wall is inspired by the mark of the genius, which caters to Chen Jiu.

In the prefecture, the seal of the master of the prefecture suddenly shook, and a wave of light flashed by, and all the visions disappeared. The master of the prefecture had no books to speak, and he was waiting for news from outside.

"Who are you?" The soldiers guarding the door were awakened by the abnormal movements of the city wall. Although they were frightened, they could not be angry with the young man in front of them.

"The genius left the market in a dismal way, asking who is the hero in the world?" Chen Jiu sighed softly, ignored the soldier, walked straight towards Yuzhou Prefecture, and was about to pass the city gate. Chen Jiu stopped: "My name is Chen Jiu."

Seeing that Chen Jiu was about to raise his foot again, a scholar behind him stood up and said tremblingly: "Brother, what is the name of this poem?"

Chen Jiu paused for a moment and walked forward slowly. When the scholar saw that Chen Jiu had no answer, he couldn't help but look dull. How could such a peerless poem have no name?

"Niannujiao? Yuzhou City? Nostalgia".

Before the scholar was completely disappointed, Chen Jiu's voice came from a distance.

"Nian Nujiao? Yuzhou nostalgia" the scholar murmured to himself.

Another scholar behind him said, "I didn't expect that such a poem of the past was written by a woman. I wonder what kind of style that woman has."

This is an era when Confucian lyrics are popular. Everyone can recite a few poems and naturally know how to evaluate them.

This poem fully describes the ancient genius's withdrawal and gloomy meaning.

No matter how you become a genius, you will inevitably leave the market in a daze. This is God's will.

Thinking of this, Chen Jiu laughed loudly, and the haze was wiped out: "I have a world, and I will naturally have eternal life. Haha, even if you are a genius in your hometown, what can you do? The winner will be the last one."

A poem, Yuzhou is shocked, a poem, countless people are gloomy, countless people are drunk, no matter how powerful you are, the word "death" is inevitable in the end.

Chen Jiu smiled lightly, found a relatively remote inn, took out a few taels of silver and found a inn to stay in.

It’s not that Chen Jiu is reluctant to give up money, but that Chen Jiu suddenly remembered his sister’s days of competing for food with wild dogs. A bowl of wontons is the greatest happiness. How many pitiful people and innocent children are in the world? Chen Jiu thinks he should do something.

Where can you not practice? Prosperity can be practiced, but the flowers are gradually fascinating. How many people have the confidence to enter prosperity, but how many people can get out of it.

At this moment, Chen Jiu finally understood why Chao Xiaoyu always wore a blue shirt, simple and simple. That was not bare face, but practice. Cultivating the mind was practicing Taoism.

In just half a day, "Nian Nujiao? Yuzhou Nostalgia" spread throughout Yuzhou City. It was regarded as a classic by countless scholars. If you read it carefully, the higher the Confucianism and Taoism, the more you can read that kind of sadness, and even shed tears.

Yingtian Academy is the best academy in Yuzhou Prefecture. Chen Jiu didn’t know when this academy would recruit students and when to register. It is best to find out some things clearly.

There were not many people downstairs of the inn, and even Chen Jiu thought that the door was absent, just to describe this inn.

A bowl of clear water and a steamed bun, this is Chen Jiu’s rice.

The waiter was not impatient at all and quietly waited for Chen Jiu to have dinner because Chen Jiu had just taken out a large ingot of silver.

"You set aside one or two as a tip, and make the rest for me into steamed buns."

Although I was puzzled by Chen Jiu's words, there was always a group of people in this world whose interests and hobbies were different from others. For example, the person in front of me liked to eat steamed buns. How many steamed buns can I buy for ten taels of silver? At least one car.

To be honest, steamed buns are not delicious with white water. Chen Jiu, who is used to eating big fish and meat, is a little uncomfortable. It is tasteless and tasteless, just like chewing wax.

"I really lived a bit luxurious before, and I couldn't even eat steamed buns." Chen Jiu sighed and chewed them carefully.

A pot of steamed buns were steamed and placed in front of Chen Jiu's table.

Chen Jiu pointed outside the door: "Go to those beggars, I'm talking about little beggars, at least they can't survive alone or take care of themselves."

Chen Jiu is not stupid either. Those strong and capable beggars are lazy people. No matter how stupid Chen Jiu is, he will not support them in vain.

Countless beggars rushed towards this side, and some middle-aged beggars were mingling in the crowd, but after being scolded by the waiter in public, they had no choice but to leave.

Chen Jiu sat in the hall, watching the departing beggar's eyes flashing with a cold light, and smiled coldly: "Everyone can only finish eating steamed buns here, and they are not allowed to take them out. If you want to grab them, I just won't give you a chance."

Chen Jiu stopped chopsticks, looked at the busy inn, turned around and walked to the counter: "Boss, let me ask you, when will Yingtian Academy recruit students?"

The boss looked at Chen Jiu and knew that the man in front of him was the legendary sucker. He had money to eat steamed buns and drink water by himself, but bought food for the beggar. It was so strange.

Although the shopkeeper does not know that God is a customer, he has fully demonstrated this concept.

"Yingtian Academy is the best academy in Yuzhou, so naturally it will not recruit students casually. There are two ways to enter. The first is to recruit students every spring. Only when you pass the assessment can you enter. It's better not to mention the other method."

Chen Jiu was stunned. If you don’t say what to do if you don’t tell me, you waved your hand and said, “So, let me listen.”

The shopkeeper glanced at Chen Jiu: "Other way is to go through the torture of three masters in the academy, but I haven't heard of that person being successful for so many years, because these three masters are the most harsh people and will never show you mercy."
Chapter completed!