"It seems that General also knows where this place is, so he also knows that the Yellow Turban bandits won't appear in this place.”
Hearing Liu Hao's muttering, the old man said with a smile, and his face relaxed.
"The famous Yingchuan Academy naturally wouldn't collect Yellow Turban thieves.”
Liu Hao smiled. In an instant, the thick murderous aura of a soldier dissipated and was replaced by a sense of harmony.
The old man was stunned for a moment. The young man in front of him seemed to be different from ordinary generals. When he was on the warhorse, he gave off a feeling of killing decisiveness.
However, when he took off his armor and smiled, he seemed like an amiable and scholarly scholar. Of course, this was when he ignored Liu Hao's black iron heavy armor.
"May I know your name?"
The old man cupped his hands and asked curiously.
"I am Liu Hao."
Liu Hao returned the greeting, appearing humble. This immediately made the old man feel good about him. However, the old man was also secretly puzzled. This name sounded familiar, but he could not remember where he had heard this name before.
"Then why is the general stationed here?”
After thinking for a moment, the old man still asked the question that he was worried and curious about.
Liu Hao did not say anything. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the plaque of Yingchuan Academy. Countless famous strategists in the history of the Three Kingdoms had come from here. It could be said to be a place of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Whether it was the talented military counselor Guo Jia, Xun Yu, or Xi Zhicai, they were all students of Yingchuan Academy.
"I've long heard of the name of Yingchuan Academy, so I came to visit as I passed by.”
Liu Hao said slowly.
The old man was instantly stunned. In this chaotic world, there were many people who advocated martial arts. However, when it came to scholars, they were the weak group in this chaotic world. No soldier had specially come to visit like Liu Hao.
However, since he was already here and Liu Hao was being humble, the old man couldn't refuse. He asked Liu Hao to wait for a while and went to rule the Academy.
Besides, the Academy was filled with the atmosphere of books. Passing through many halls and Sutra Depository, a pavilion was located in the lotus pond.
Floating in the pavilion, two figures were frowning at a chess game. On the side of the table was a pot of hot tea and a stack of snacks.
"Fengxiao, your chess skills have improved a lot.”
A scholarly man in a white robe and holding a scholar fan in his hand laughed loudly. He picked up the hot tea on the table and took a sip.
"You're too kind. It's all thanks to Teacher's guidance.”
The other young man smiled slightly. Unlike the other man, this young man did not pick up the hot tea to taste. Instead, he took a sip from the wine pot at his waist. Despite being so young, his body emitted a strong alcohol smell.
"This habit of yours is not good."
Seeing this, the scholarly man frowned, seemingly a little unhappy.
"Students don't drink too much."
The young man smiled apologetically and put away the wine jug. He slowly stood up and looked at the lotus pond outside the pavilion.
"Fengxiao, you can't learn anything in the Academy now. Since you have ambitions, why don't you leave?”
After hesitating for a moment, the scholarly man slowly spoke.
"Teacher, it wouldn't be strange if others didn't know that the world's general trend was heading toward Fengxiao, but it's strange that even teacher doesn't know.”
Guo Jia turned around and smiled. He habitually wanted to untie the wine jug at his waist, but he dismissed this thought under Shui Jing's stern gaze.
"The world is in chaos.”
Shui Jing said slowly.
Guo Jia didn't say anything. She just looked at the lotus flowers that bloomed in the pond.
"Academician, someone outside the Academy wants to see you.”
At this moment, the old man walked in and said respectfully.
"Oh? Ever since the Yellow Turban Rebellion, Yingchuan Academy had not had visitors for a long time. Today was the first time.”
Shui Jing was clearly a little surprised.
Guo Jia also slowly turned his head, and a look of anticipation flashed in his eyes.
"Alright, let me see who this person is.”
Shui Jing stood up, waved the scholar fan in his hand, and followed the old man. Guo Jia hesitated for a moment, but still followed the old man out of the pavilion.
"My lord, how long have you been waiting?"
Zhang Fei, who was waiting outside the Academy, said impatiently.
"Calm down, this is not a battlefield.”
Liu Hao scolded him angrily. Even if Zhang Fei was dissatisfied, he could only hold it in. So far, only Liu Hao could suppress his personality.
"Sorry for the long wait."
At this moment, a voice sounded from the courtyard. The old man from before slowly walked out with two people.
Liu Hao narrowed his eyes. The old man had brought out two people. One of them was wearing a long white robe and holding a feather fan in his hand. The other was wearing a white green robe and had a wine pot at his waist. Although he was young, his face was sickly pale.
Yes, these two people must be Mister Shui Jing and Guo Jia.
"May I know who the general is?"
Mister Shui Jing walked up to Liu Hao and asked.
If Liu Hao didn't know that Mister Shui Jing had countless disciples and that they were all powerful during the Three Kingdoms period, he wouldn't have thought so highly of him.
"I am Liu Hao."
Liu Hao returned the greeting.
"So you're General Liu, the one who defeated 50,000 Yellow Turban soldiers in Zhuo County.”
Mister Shui Jing was stunned for a moment before his expression changed slightly.
Yes, but it was truly shocking that a thousand soldiers had defeated fifty thousand Yellow Turban soldiers.
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