My wife is a sword god.

Chapter 373 Going to the Imperial College

Fei Xun originally thought that even if the kid from the Qin family didn't come to the Haowen Academy to read the national documents immediately after he told him, he should have spent two days before and after that.

But he waited for five full days, but he still didn't see Qin Feng in the library of Haowen Academy.

"Rotten wood can't be carved, it's really rotten wood that can't be carved!" Fei Xun was so angry that he almost stomped his feet when he climbed to the first floor of the Tianlou.

Holding the scroll in his hand, Yang Qian shook his head and smiled, "Why are you in such a hurry, Junior Brother Qin didn't come right away, naturally he has other things to do.

His restaurant had only opened recently, and with the gunpowder incident, it was reasonable that he couldn't get away.

Oh, by the way, the people in Daganzhong are full of praise for the hot pot at Wangyueju. After a while, how about you and I going to try it together? "

Under Qin Feng's series of operations, coupled with Wangyueju's own excellent dishes, the restaurant's reputation in Fengtian City is already at the top of the sky, and it even faintly has the momentum of catching up with Zhaixinglou.

It is rumored that even the prince of the current dynasty praised the hot pot, but the truth of this news remains to be verified. After all, how could the prince of the dynasty go in and out of the market at will, maybe it was just rumors spread by everyone.

"Senior brother Yang, how can a gentleman linger on his appetite? Readers should serve the country, the king and the people! You must do your job properly." Fei Xun said righteously.

"Basic clothing, food, shelter, and transportation are all for people's livelihood. If you deny the desire for food and drink, wouldn't you also deny people's livelihood?
What's more, scholars are also human beings, and they also have seven emotions and six desires, birth, old age, sickness and death. Although it is good to serve the country, the king and the people, one must have fun in time.

Otherwise, it would be too tiring to always live for others. "

Fei Xun wanted to refute, but he couldn't come up with good arguments, so he could only choke out a "fallacy!"

Yang Qian said helplessly: "And you may not know that the gunpowder invented by Junior Brother Qin has already been pushed into the Demon Slayer Division and the Shenhou Army.

Four days ago, the Shenhou Army set off to the Northern Territory to crusade against the army of thousands of demons led by the sixth-rank Jieli Demon King.

In previous battles like this, even if the Shenhou army could win, at least [-]% to [-]% of the casualties would be unavoidable.

But with the help of gunpowder, the Shenhou army won the battle with no more than a hundred casualties, which can be described as a complete victory.

After Emperor Ming learned about this, Longyan Dayue had already ordered Shengongfang to make gunpowder vigorously, and wanted to promote it to all the troops in Daqian. "

Fei Xun was surprised when he heard the words, the ratio of battle damage is simply appalling, you know, in the past, when large-scale troops solved the disasters caused by ghosts, they all had to be filled with human lives!

"It is precisely because of this that Junior Brother Qin often goes to the God's Workshop recently to discuss with Mr. Yuan how to continue to improve gunpowder." Yang Qian talked eloquently.

It turned out that Fei Xun's complexion improved slightly, but his mouth was still firm: "But even so, the cultivation should not be delayed. According to what the master said, he was late in entering the sage orthodoxy.

It will take at least a year and a half to memorize all the credentials.

Then it took a lot of effort to get the handwritten letter from the Imperial College, to give lectures, and to confirm the beliefs and ambitions in my heart.

Then how long will it take to step into the fifth-rank Haoran realm? "

At this time, Yang Qian raised his eyebrows, and interrupted with his hand: "Don't make any more noise, Junior Brother Qin, whom you miss so much, has already come to the Haowen Academy, and is now on his way to the library."

"Really?" Fei Xun looked happy, then frowned and said, "When did I think about it, whether he comes or not, it has nothing to do with me."

After hearing Fei Xun's suggestion, Qin Feng wanted to come to the Haowen Academy to read all the national documents, and then go to the Imperial College to pass the test and get the handwriting that is allowed to teach.

However, in Jianghu, he can't help himself. There are too many things recently, and he is also very busy.

Until today, I had no time to come here.

Haowen College is very big, and most of the students in it are the kind of people who look down on others.

If you ask for directions, you won't take care of anyone.

It was not easy to find a young man who looked shy and honest, and under the guidance of the other party, he found the location of the library.

"Please ask me, if I want to go to the Imperial College, how should I go?" Qin Feng asked.

The young man seemed a little embarrassed, and pointed in a direction: "Go straight there, and you will see a welcoming pine tree. Then turn right and walk a little way, and you will see the courtyard of the Imperial College."

"So that's how it is." Qin Feng wanted to express his gratitude, but the young man left in a hurry, as if there was something urgent.

In desperation, he could only take Ningshuang directly into the library by virtue of Haowen Ling.

It has to be said that the Haowen Institute is worthy of being a sacred place that scholars all over the world yearn for. The books contained in this library alone are dazzling.

Qin Feng found the bookshelf where the national books were stored according to the label, and then started to read them one by one.

In the blink of an eye, it was past noon.

Ascending to the Tianlou, Fei Xun said with satisfaction: "It's not bad, I forgot to sleep and eat because of reading, I didn't even eat lunch.

If you can maintain this attitude all the time, and add some wisdom, you may be able to write down all the credentials in about half a year, pass the test of the Imperial College, and get the handwriting. "

Holding the scroll in his hand, Yang Qian was noncommittal, but suddenly he frowned: "Junior Brother Qin came out of the library."

"Well, came out?!" Fei Xun was puzzled: "It's only past noon now, do you want to have dinner?"

Yang Qian shook his head, showing a strange look: "He seems to be going in the direction of the Imperial College."

"Could it be the Imperial College?" Fei Xun stared wide-eyed.

Qin Feng took Ningshuang to follow the instructions of the young man before, and walked all the way west. After two incense burns, he saw the towering welcoming pine.

Then they turned right and climbed along the mountain road. After another half an hour, they saw the courtyard of the Imperial College.

Qin Feng couldn't help complaining in his heart, this Haowen Academy is really fucking big, his legs are sore.

"My lord, are you okay?" Lan Ningshuang looked at Qin Feng who was a little out of breath, and asked with concern.

"What can I do? When I climbed the Sword Mountain of Wanjianzong, I went up in one breath without panting!
It's just that the weather is getting colder, and the body is a little uncomfortable. "Even if the duck is cooked, Qin Feng's mouth is still hard.

He rested for a while, and after he was relieved, he continued, "Let's go, let's go in."

There are countless high-rise buildings and pavilions in the Guozijian. As the highest authority in supervising education, there are not only students from the Haowen Academy, but also many officials sent by the imperial court.

Many royal relatives or children of powerful people were educated here when they were young.

When Qin Feng saw a middle-aged man, he stepped forward and asked respectfully, "May I ask where do I go if I want to get the handwriting that allows me to teach?"

The middle-aged man came looking for his reputation, took a careful look at Qin Feng, and then replied in a cold voice: "Walking in along the stone steps, there is a gate with a yellow plaque hanging on it.

Go inside to find Master Si Yemo. If you want to get the handwriting, you need to pass his test. "

"Thank you." Qin Feng cupped his fists and left.

The middle-aged man saw Qin Feng and the two walking away, and smiled disdainfully: "When did the reckless man in the Demon Slaying Division want to start a class, what a joke.

How could Mr. Mo let you pass? It's just a waste of time. "

(End of this chapter)