All the great Confucians present, including Wang Xizhi, hoped that the Eastern Jin Dynasty, which was the orthodox Han Dynasty, would have more talents.
However, things did not go as he wished.
The few Qilin talents from the Nishan Academy were all serving the vassal states in the north.
The typical examples were Chen Qingzhi and Gao Changgong.
It was a great regret of all the great scholars in the Nishan Academy that they could not help the Eastern Jin Dynasty cultivate a Qilin talent that could shake the world.
"Young Master Yi, don't be too hasty. It took decades to accumulate talents.”
"The purpose of the Nishan Academy is to pass on the legacy of our Han family's culture and integrate the world into our Chinese civilization.”
"War is not the only way to make people yield.”
Ding Chengbing slowly walked to the edge of the pavilion and stood with his hands behind his back. He had a somewhat sage-like aura.
This was the magnanimity of the current generation of great scholars.
All rivers run into the sea!
"This student will remember!"
Wang Xizhi raised his hands and gladly accepted his advice.
Every time he talked to the old man, he benefited a lot.
"Headmaster, we've already found out who the guzheng player is.”
The child came before Ding Chengbing.
Hearing this.
Everyone's eyes lit up.
Everyone was curious.
"Could he be the first person to enter the Ni Shan Academy?”
An ancient voice rang out. Ding Chengbing was still looking into the distance.
He seemed to have the answer in his heart.
"It's this person!"
The small child nodded.
"Interesting! Before you hear the man, you hear the voice. We haven't even met, but he has already turned the entire Ni Shan Academy upside down. I'm really looking forward to it.”
Wang Xizhi smiled.
It had been a long time since he had seen such an interesting student.
"Do you remember what this person looks like?"
"How does this person talk?"
"Is he a student from the Eastern Jin Dynasty?"
All the great Confucians gathered around and asked questions one after another.
The strange thing was…
They did not ask for the name of the person who played the zither.
This was the academy's rule.
Before the entrance examination ended.
No one was allowed to investigate the students 'information in advance.
"Reporting to the teachers, judging from his appearance and attire, he should be from the Eastern Jin Dynasty.”
The small child calmly replied.
"Good! That was great! I didn't expect that the East Jin Dynasty would finally have a day to shine.”
"Don't be too happy yet. Just because he has good physical strength and temperament doesn't mean he has other talents.”
"That's right. Our academy doesn't lack talents!”
"Yeah…"
When the Confucians heard that this person was from the Eastern Jin Dynasty, they couldn't help but rejoice.
However, very quickly.
They calmed down.
The Nishan Academy was famous all over the world, and there were more than ten million students who came to study there.
Just by passing the trial of Mount Ni's stone steps and his ability to play the zither, they could not place too much importance on him.
Ding Chengbing did not participate in the discussion. Instead, he looked in the direction of Dongyin Pavilion with a deep gaze.
"Could it be that this is the will of the heavens?"
A strange sentence came out of his mouth.
……
……
Mount Ni's stone steps.
Nearly 10,000 students were still climbing with difficulty.
At noon.
The cold weather was getting warmer.
Many students took off their fur coats, leaving only a thin layer of short shirts.
After all.
Climbing the mountain was a physical activity.
At the shoulder of the mountain.
Liang Shanbo, Zhu Yingtai and Tuobatao walked side by side.
"Brother Zhu, hang in there. We're almost there.”
Liang Shanbo raised his head and wiped his sweat.
"Don't worry, I can hold on."
Zhu Yingtai bit his lips tightly, his cheeks blushing.
The long climb had drained her stamina.
It was already not easy for him to persist until now.
"Brother Zhu, your footsteps are weak, and you seem to be unable to hold on any longer. Why don't you let this young master carry you?”
Tuobatao looked at Zhu Yingtai with a faint smile.
Because of Ma Wencai's sudden interference, the contest between Tuobatao and Liang Shanbo also vanished.
Tuobatao was not in a hurry to climb up. Instead, he slowly walked with Liang Zhu.
No matter how fast he climbed, he was already in second place.
It was better to treat it as a sightseeing tour.
"Thank you, but there's no need!"
Zhu Yingtai shook his head and replied coldly.
She didn't care about Tuobatao or Liang Shanbo.
At this moment.
Zhu Yingtai's heart had long been occupied by that fairy-like figure.
It was him!
It must be Ma Wencai!
Could it be that he was also going to enroll in the Nishan Academy?
Thinking of this…
Zhu Yingtai was secretly delighted.
He couldn't tell why.
"Brother Liang, it seems like both of us have lost.”
Looking at Zhu Yingtai's dazed expression, Tuobatao's eyes flashed and his words were meaningful.
"Brother, what do you mean? You and I haven't even competed yet, so how did we both lose?”
The super straight Liang Shanbo didn't seem to understand what Tuobatao meant.
"Brother Liang, are you really stupid or are you just pretending?”
"Didn't you notice? Both of us lost to the first person to enter the Ni Shan Academy.”
"Not only did we lose the qualification to pass the test, but we also lost the chance to win the beauty.”
Tuobatao shook his head.
However, there was no pity in his tone.
This king was careless this time!
After I enter the Academy, I will definitely amaze the world during the entrance examination.
At that time.
Beauty Zhu will see this king's true glory.
Thinking of this…
Tuobatao smiled confidently.
"Bring the beauty home? Brother Tuoba, what do you mean?"
Liang Shanbo said with a silly look.
He couldn't understand what Tuobatao was saying.
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