The strongest warrior of the Great Qian Dynasty

As soon as it was light, Li Qingshan finished washing up and headed towards the Sutra Repository.

He was refreshed and showed no signs of fatigue from yesterday's long battle; instead, he seemed to have had a long sleep.

Xiao Ruoxue, the once arrogant eldest daughter of the Marquis's mansion, was now lying on the bed, fast asleep, like a lump of mud.

Her snow-white arms were exposed through the rosy blankets, and from this angle, large swathes of snow-white skin could be vaguely seen.

If you listen carefully, you can even hear this young lady muttering to herself:

"This... those stories are all lies. There's no such thing as land that can't be plowed. I think this ox isn't strong enough; I'm about to fall apart..."

As he stepped outside, Li Qingshan greeted the many teachers and instructors passing by with a smile, while taking in the surrounding scenery.

Believe it or not, there are indeed some extraordinary people in Tiantong Academy. Here, the grass grows and the birds fly. Although there are artificial hills and lakes, they have been arranged in a way that is quite aesthetically pleasing.

Just one glance was enough to make Li Qingshan feel refreshed and relaxed, and his tense mind was relieved.

Just then, a young man dressed in a white robe, with a face covered in soot, strode towards Yu Qingshan and greeted him with a smile.

"Greetings, Master Li!"

Li Qingshan returned the greeting and greeted the other party in return.

This person showed no malice and had a rather distinguished appearance; he also intended to speak with Li Qingshan.

"I am Liu Zimo, Master Li. I have been secretly studying the poetry and prose techniques you taught me some time ago."

I must say, Master Li's views were like a ray of sunshine clearing away the clouds, allowing me to fortunately produce a few fine poems as well. I must thank Master Li for this.

As Liu Ziming spoke, his attitude towards Li Qingshan became even more respectful, resembling that of a student addressing his teacher.

"Not at all, I only learned a little about poetry and prose techniques by chance. We'll still have to learn from each other in the future."

Li Qingshan said modestly.

Upon hearing this, Liu Ziming's eyes lit up.

He had thought that Li Qingshan, having achieved early success, would become arrogant after joining the academy, but he was surprised to find that he remained so humble.

The two began to talk directly, and soon they found themselves getting along very well, even starting to address each other as brothers.

"Haha, so Brother Li is also going to the library. It just so happens that I also need to read some collections of writings to enrich myself. We can go together."

Liu Ziming said on the spot.

Li Qingshan was naturally delighted, since Liu An had only told half of what happened at Tiantong Academy last night, and there was still much that Li Qingshan only vaguely understood.

If I cause any trouble, I might be expelled from Tiantong Academy.

This Liu Ziming is quite a character; he doesn't like academic research, but he loves to study many things related to everyday life in the city.

Li Qingshan, having lived in the so-called bedchamber ever since he transmigrated, naturally knew quite a lot.

The two chatted as they walked briskly toward the library.

It's worth mentioning that this Liu Ziming is actually Liu An's nephew, who met with Li Qingshan last night.

It was truly a matter of fate, something truly wonderful.

"Brother Li, look ahead, this is the Sutra Repository. It contains a vast collection of poems and scriptures; even the Emperor's residence doesn't necessarily have this many!"

Liu Ziming pointed to the four-story pavilion not far away and said to Li Qingshan with a smile.

You should know that these are very disrespectful words. If the inspectors hear them, they will either become nervous or leave quickly, and there is even a high possibility that they will expose them.

However, Li Qingshan remained unfazed, as if he hadn't heard anything, and continued to illuminate the antique wooden pavilion filled with mortise and tenon joints.

The characters on the plaque are elegant and grand, clearly the work of a renowned calligrapher.

Moreover, there was a special movement of energy around the building, which was clearly the use of the legendary feng shui technique to prevent the building from burning down.

Meanwhile, Liu Ziming secretly clicked his tongue at that moment:

"I didn't expect this Brother Liu to be such a remarkable person. He doesn't respect imperial authority at all. It seems the rumors are true. He may have stolen the treasure of the Purification Sect!"

Moreover, not only are the Marquis's family looking for him, but the White Lotus Pure World Sect is also searching for him, and there are even rumors that the Prince of Zhenbei has sent his subordinates.

Li Qingshan naturally had no idea what Liu Ziming was thinking.

He and Liu Ziming strode into the library and began searching for their own books.

Dozens of students dressed in blue robes were coming and going, sometimes quietly pointing out directions to the crowd, sometimes putting the books they had just read back in their original places, and sometimes copying various books on their desks to fill in any gaps.

Guided by the artist, Li Qingshan arrived at the Miscellaneous Books.

"Brother Li, what's so interesting about these miscellaneous books? The contents are as numerous as hairs on a cow, and none of them can be fully applied. Why don't you come with me and read about the various schools of thought from the Hundred Schools of Thought?"

The books here are the essence; every sentence can be repeatedly examined to feel the heart of those who came before.

Upon entering the Sutra Repository, Liu Ziming's voice softened considerably, and he appeared quite composed.

"No, my poetic skills come from the common people and miscellaneous knowledge. I will soon be competing with others, so I naturally need to quickly fill in the gaps."

Li Qingshan refused in a low voice, then picked up the book "Autumn Lament and Cold Treatise" that was closest to him and began to read it.

Liu Ziming muttered "weirdo" under his breath and headed straight for his usual spot.

There were also several comprehensive works by various philosophers from the Hundred Schools of Thought there for him to study.

Not long after Liu Ziming left, Li Qingshan glanced discreetly to his right, where several students were gathered together, seemingly discussing some academic subject.

However, Li Qingshan could clearly sense the malice of these people.

"Look, that's the peasant who took Master Zhang's place!"

"Hehe, this peasant is quite good-looking, but how can he become a teacher in our academy based on looks alone? He might as well find a brothel."

"I saw it. Li Qingshan didn't even see us. He just greeted us, showing absolutely no sense of hierarchy. He deserves to be a servant forever!"

"If you ask me, we should provoke him later and make him destroy the books in the library, then we can rightfully expel him."

Then find an opportunity to send someone to break his legs, so he can be a servant for the rest of his life!

At this point, a cruel smile appeared on their faces, indicating that they all agreed with this viewpoint.

After all, in their eyes, Li Qingshan was never a teacher who educated people, but a lowly peasant.

Now, Li Qingshan's appearance has not only disrupted their plans and replaced their people, but he has also become a teacher with a more prestigious status than them.

How could these senior students, who consider themselves superior, possibly let go of their resentment?!

"Hehe, okay, I'll make the arrangements now and tell my men to hurry up."