The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 4 Who is Mr. Ji?
The lowest status in Qintianjian is actually not the "supervisor", but the servant in charge of chores, named "Dianzhong" and "Diangu".

The original meaning refers to the more than [-] musicians who handle the bells and drums in the sacrificial ceremony. When there is no sacrifice, they are responsible for the chores in the courtyard.

Not long after Huang He left, a servant brought daily necessities, meals, and cleaned the courtyard, and at the same time brought a piece of news:
In the afternoon, the prison convened a small gathering of the new recruits, at the same time distributing robes, badges, books, and explaining some common sense in the prison.

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When Ji Pingan walked along the bluestone road, bypassed a weeping willow, and stepped into the agreed courtyard, he saw that many freshmen had already arrived.

Compared with ordinary superintendents, the number of ministers who have the qualifications to practice after entering the "inner courtyard" after each spring exam is not many, there are men and women, and their ages are between teenagers and young adults. , I waited for the "start of class", and I became more or less familiar during the period.

For the vast majority of people, spiritual practice has always been a mystery.

At this time, the young boys and girls gathered in twos and threes, and the excitement was hard to hide on their energetic faces. Seeing the arrival of newcomers, many people cast curious, scrutinizing, or surprised gazes.

Compared with the well-dressed and excited students, Ji Pingan who entered the courtyard still had the dust of a long journey, but his calm and dusty temperament made people ignore these intentionally or unintentionally.

"Hey, I haven't seen this person before, did he just enter prison?"

"Don't you see the mud spots on his boots? Probably from out of town."

"A little older, is it recommended by the local?"

In the low voice of discussion, many eyes moved away, as if they had assessed his value, and stopped paying more attention.

There is a chain of contempt everywhere. When it comes to cultivation, Ji Pingan, who has neither background nor age, undoubtedly lacks the value of making friends—at least for the group of rich and powerful children who gather together and are clearly distinguished from the rest, dressed in brocade clothes in this way.

"Astronomer or hermaphrodite?"

Suddenly, a chubby Si Chen with sparse eyebrows stood up to meet him.

Ji Pingan looked curiously at the fat man who was wearing a plain toga and was slightly shorter than himself:

"what is that?"

Although he once created the Qin Tian Prison, but that was 400 years ago, not to mention that he could not retreat for a hundred years, even in the time when he was most active, he never paid attention to these small things in the prison.

"You don't even know this? It looks like me, a hermaphrodite."

The little fat man's smile became more and more sincere, and he dragged him to sit down among the crowd.

At the same time, he enthusiastically introduced himself: "My name is Shi Jilun, from Beiguanzhou."

Beiguanzhou is to the north of Shendu, and most of the area is Xueman territory. Even if it is close to the side of Dazhou, it is considered cold. This climate has forged the bold and enthusiastic character of the people of the Northland, who like to make friends and drink alcohol.

Back then, Ji Pingan went to the snowfield alone and slaughtered blood for three thousand miles. He once had a drink with the barbarian Bai Wang while surrounded by enemies. Unfortunately, the shochu that was stained with the blood of tens of thousands of barbarian soldiers was too strong for him, and he didn't like it.

"From Leizhou, Ji Ping'an." He smiled back politely and gently, and asked, "What's the difference between an astronomy student and a hermaphrodite?"

Shi Jilun explained:

"It's the division of students' backgrounds. There are generally two ways to enter the Qintian Supervisor to practice. The first is to enter here from an early age and become a 'supervisor student'. If you have outstanding talent or outstanding grades, you can be awarded 'Si Chen'.

"Students of this type are called 'astronomy students'. They have solid knowledge, are proficient in astronomical calculus, and most of them have a strong family background.

"Secondly, it is recommended by the yin and yang officials from all over the Zhou Dynasty, just like us. If you are proficient in astrology and better at divination, you are a yin and yang person, or called a yin and yang birth.

"Actually, ordinary supervising students also have such divisions, but those of us who came from other places didn't know it at first..."

After a pause, the little fat man pouted:

"Look at the young ladies in brocade clothes, they are astronomy students. These people have solid backgrounds and have never looked down on us. But we don't have to be discouraged. Cultivation doesn't care about family background. The national teacher comes from a humble background. Achieving greatness?"

Um, class divisions?Forming cliques... Ji Pingan listened to the latter's explanation, thinking that there really is nothing new under the sun.

But those cities of young people are too shallow after all.

Whether it is the evaluation of his value by the rich and powerful children, or Shi Jilun's seemingly enthusiastic and forthright, but in fact, his words put the yin and yang students from all over the world into the same camp, and he seems to be a new leader. Just for fun.

During the greetings, the young students exchanged names with each other. Ji Pingan just smiled gently, unobtrusive in the crowd.

This made many yin and yang students gradually lose interest in him, and Shi Jilun also reduced his attention.

After all... just ordinary.

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"Senior brother Xue, what's so good about a country student?"

In the other corner of the courtyard, a girl couldn't help but say.

Xue Hongjian, who looked like a noble son, looked away. As the sixth son of Lu Guogong, although he chose to practice because he could not accept the title, but his family appearance and talent made him the top choice among this group of astronomy students, the default leader of the small circle.

Hearing the other party's words, Xue Hongjian's clear eyes hesitated, and said:
"I just think that the student's temperament is a bit different. Do you want to invite me to sit with you?"

The precocious and mature girl from a scholarly family shook her head and said seriously:

"Being admitted to Qin Tianjian is naturally superior, but after all, he is a yin and yang student. Judging by his clothes, he comes from a poor background. Being able to enter the prison and practice is already a fish leaping. It is impossible to have any background support.

"It doesn't matter what the family is in practice, but it's the so-called law of the wealthy couple. I have swallowed pills since I was a child to polish my foundation, and my accumulation is far superior to others. I am destined to be farther and farther away from them in the future."

"Junior Sister Wang is right," another Jinyi student nodded and said in a low voice:
"The so-called circle is like this. We are born differently from him, and our future achievements will only go further. Even if this person has some tolerance, he is not from the same world after all. What's the point of inviting him here? Why don't you think about the people who practiced after the class started?" Well, I heard that the album will be distributed today, asking me to comprehend it..."

A group of people expressed their opinions and had a unified attitude. Seeing this, Xue Hongjian had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​making friends.

At this time, suddenly there were small footsteps outside the courtyard, and the discussion stopped. Xue Hongjian and Shi Jilun got up at the same time, ready to welcome Si Li in prison on behalf of their respective factions.

But when the two walked to the door, they were stunned.

Pei Sili, who was wearing a black official robe embroidered with star maps, did come, but behind him was a group of people, led by an old man with a square face and wearing a scholar's robe.

Beside him was Huang He who didn't say a word, and behind him were more than a dozen Hanlin officials.

Bachelor of Chengzhi...Head of the Imperial Academy, candidate for the next "Prime Minister" widely rumored in the court... Xue Hongjian took a breath, and recognized the identity of the old man. He was a big man whose father, Duke Lu, should treat him with courtesy.

What does such a person come to Qin Tianjian for?Still so excited?
Before he had time to think, Xue Hongjian instinctively stepped forward to salute: "Junior Xue..."

The old man didn't look at him at all, he walked by like the wind, the old man swept his eyes across the courtyard, and said in a deep voice, "Who is Mr. Ji?"

(End of this chapter)