Start From Cultivation University

　　 Wei Ze sank in his heart, and a chill climbed along the spinal cord to his brain.

　　 The demon workers before 　　 were all summoned by him. They had a contract with him and needed to obey his orders unconditionally. But judging from the adjustment of positions, this Yan Ruyu is free and cannot be left to his mercy.

　　 In other words, if he really wants to disadvantage the students on this campus, he has no means of restraint.

　　 To go one step further, if this "Wen Sheng" leaves the campus... can we expect this Wen Sheng dressed up in ancient costumes to abide by the modern constitution?

　　 He faintly used his spiritual power and stared at the opponent's movements without saying a word, guarding against possible situations.

　　 At this moment, Yan Ruyu moved.

　　 He raised a finger, stroked the supporting pillar of the book pavilion next to him, and looked up, the expression on his indifferent face wrinkled.

　　 "So unclean..."

　　 He flicked off a wisp of ash from his fingertips, and quickly looked around the book pavilion again. He glanced at the uneven, upright or upright books on the bookshelf, frowning even harder.

　　 "This book Pavilion... how can it be like this?

　　 He waved his hand, and saw the books with faint golden light soaring up, rotating in the air in order, and putting them back on the shelf. The height is flat, neat and orderly, and the obsessive-compulsive disorder is very comfortable.

　　 No wonder the position is a librarian... Wei Zegang thought, the Wen Sheng Qi field in front of him had already been overwhelmed again.

　　 Yan Ruyu retracted his hands and glanced away. It seemed that he had only discovered Wei Ze next to him at this time. He shook his body. Wei Ze didn't even see the way he moved. He had already arrived in front of him with a look of hatred for iron and steel.

　　 "Friends, are you the disciple responsible for cleaning today?" Yan Ruyu's eyebrows were coldly shaken, "Who was in charge of this matter before? How can this book pavilion be like this? It's not a rule!"

　　 "This..." Wei Ze was about to speak, but was interrupted by Yan Ruyu.

　　 "Although it is said in the ancient book that'a big man is in the world, when the scorpion is to eliminate the world, the peace will be in one house', but I wait for the disciples of the monasticism to ask for a clean heart. The book pavilion is heavily placed, and it is placed in a random manner. This is not respect..."

　　 "This is the truth..." Wei Ze wiped his sweat. "But should we talk about it first..."

　　 "Let the old man finish it!" Yan Ruyu raised his hand solemnly, "Tao Sect disciples, the place of study is the place of rules. There are no rules and no squares, and the messy arrangement of books will also upset Dao and make it difficult to break through..."

　　 "That what, this Xiongtai..."

"Not only books are like this, but also calligraphy and painting." Yan Ruyu's stern mouth flew up and down, "A Tao is'book and heart painting'. Between pen and ink, it is enough to admire people's atmosphere. This is the word as the person, and the book as the person. , See the words like faces..."

　　 "……"

　　 Wei Ze finally lost the battle, just watching Yan Ruyu standing in the hanging river, the theory is like a thousand miles. He went from health discussion to persuasion, and finally to the way of being a person. The speech was completely selfless, and he did not breathe a breath.

　　 It was obvious that the two of them just stood face to face, and gave him the feeling of an academic report on the spot.

　　 Is this the ancient literary saint? The passion of this lecture and the breadth of quotations from the classics are really insignificant in comparison with my own trial lectures, but...

　　 When can this buddy stop...Weize thought desperately.

　　 The precious Wensheng on-site teaching took a few hours, and when the daylight from outside the window was already west, Yan Ruyu finally cleared his throat and slowed down.

　　 "...As the old man said just now, this housekeeping has many things hidden in it, and it must not be ignored. Today's situation is inconvenient, so I will just talk about it. If there are doubts, I will elaborate on it..."

"No, no, you talked deep enough, really enough." Wei Ze hurriedly interrupted with a sincere expression, "I have fully understood what you are talking about. This book pavilion has been unoccupied for many years. It's dirty, I'll let someone clean it later."

　　 "Has there been no one for so many years?" Yan Ruyu's eyes changed slightly, as if only then realized what was wrong, "So, fellow Taoist, what year is it now?"

　　 "21st century AD."

　　 "???"

　　 With Yan Ruyu's stunned gap, Wei Ze finally brought the topic to the right path: "You said you were retreating here, then what was the situation when you entered? Was this university established at that time?"

　　 "When the old man first entered this university, it was in the Kaiyuan year." Yan Ruyu thought about it, "As for the time of retreat and enlightenment, it should be the year of Zhonghe."

　　 Kaiyuan, Zhonghe... During the Tang Dynasty!

　　 Wei Ze tried his best to control his expression. If what Yan Ruyu said is true, then the person in front of him is not only an ancient person more than a thousand years ago, but he has lived at least one hundred and thirty years old.

　　 No wonder this person calls himself an "old man", he really doesn't match that tall cold male face...

　　 There are such people in this university? No, it should be said... those people who archived archives are like this?

　　 "Friends of Taoism, what year is this 21st century? Where does the Holy Spirit come from today?"

　　 Obviously this Wensheng hadn't realized that the times had changed, and he spoke with a question mark on his face.

Wei Ze took a breath, took out his dignity as a liberal arts student, and briefly popularized Yan Ruyu about the five hundred years of history and land administration development in China, and tried to explain to him what is democracy, harmony and freedom, and what is the core of the new era. Values, I don’t know how much Yan Ruyu listened to.

"It's been a few days in the picture, the world has been thousands of years. I can't think of the old man's dream in this mountain and river map ~www.NovelMTL.com~The dynasty has been destroyed." Yan Ruyu sighed as he listened to the setting he was talking about. That being the case, fellow Daoists, who is teaching Wen Dao in Kunlun University nowadays?"

　　 "Wen Dao?" Wei Ze did not expect that his first reaction was to ask this, "I don't have this course in my university?"

"No one teaches?" Yan Ruyu's expression changed suddenly, "How could it be possible? The old man clearly ordered his fellow disciples before the retreat: Kunlun University will teach the people of the world every day when Kunlun University exists, from generation to generation. Could it be... My writing and Dao have broken down?"

　　 Wei Ze was even more confused by what he said: "Wen and Dao? Who are you in the same school?"

"The old man just walked the way because of the advice of Kunlun University. After he was completed, he traveled around to collect disciples and introduced them into this university." Yan Ruyu thought for a while, "There is a man named Li Taibai who has a lot of fairy roots. It’s a pity that he is greedy for official fame, and only understands the way of immortality in his later years. It’s a pity. Well, by the way, there is also that Wang Mojie, who is very good at landscape..."

　　 He muttered to himself several names, without noticing that Wei Ze had become petrified.

　　 This Wensheng also lectured and received disciples before?

　　 Also, looking at the skill he just gave, a cleaning man can pull out the Four Books and Five Classics, he is indeed a cruel person than himself.

"People of literary and Taoism use writing to convey Taoism. This holy book pavilion carrying cultural spirit was built for this." Yan Ruyu looked up and scanned the rows of books on the shelves: "Originally, my generation should be a teacher on their own initiative. My friend said that the university’s Chinese heritage has disappeared, so I am afraid that my literary and Taoist heritage has also been broken down. At this time, the unsealing of the mountain and river society and Jitu...It seems that the old man needs to do it himself."

　　 "Do it yourself?" Wei Ze was startled, and then suddenly a prompt popped up on the panel again.

　　 [[Yan Ruyu] Added post: Lecturer]