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In the past three years, things have changed with each passing day, and undercurrents have emerged one after another.

Song Qianji plows thousands of canals, burying his head in the fields, not knowing the passing of time.

When Meng Heze found him, he was watering spring cabbage in the four-season shed.

Following the "seed field" for cultivating excellent species, the four-season shed built by Song Qianji is gradually being promoted in Qianqu County.

The ground in the gauze tent maintains the temperature with formations, and the improved spotlights are used to control the light. People in Qianqu can eat fresh vegetables in the cold and dry winter, instead of relying on pickled vegetables to survive the winter.

The leaves of green beetroot are covered with water droplets, crisp, fresh and tender, like newly unearthed water jadeite. Song Qianji couldn't help but praise: "It's been good recently, keep working hard!"

Bai Cai didn't bother to pay attention to him, lazily shining the golden light of the spotlight.

Meng Heze thought that he was praising himself, and he was immediately refreshed: "Good brother! The candidate for the curator of Qianqu Library is promising!"

Song Qianji froze for a moment before remembering this.

In order to accumulate points, the "worker souls" in the wheat field keep silently writing classics and Taoist books day and night.

The dead souls chat and discuss with each other on a daily basis, confirming what they have learned, not only completing some ancient books that have been lost for many years, but also eliminating the disadvantages of old exercises and improving new exercises.

After three years of accumulation, the classics collected by the Qianqu Library are already more complete and advanced than those in the Huaweizong Library.

The precious classics that used to be worth tens of thousands of gold and required the hard work of outside disciples to borrow, have been printed and become ordinary books on the bookshelf.

The threshold of practice and learning is no longer unreachable.In Qianqu, even if you don't have a spiritual root, you still have to go to the school to learn calligraphy and understand the principles.

With books, there must be someone to teach and someone to manage the books.

But Qianqu has no one available.Meng Heze took over the hunting team and the city defense team, Ji Chen was in charge of all formations, Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng were in charge of money, food, commercial roads, and household registration buildings, Zhou Xiaoyun and Ji Xing were in charge of the medical center and sanitation, and Sinon Liu Carpenter brought materials in The villages help people build sheds, and the engineer Tie Sanniu is busy building bridges and reservoirs... Everyone always has two or three things in their hands, and they can't get away.

A year ago, Song Qianji issued a notice to recruit teachers and library directors with favorable remuneration.

Scholars and calligraphy and painting lovers from all over the world came here upon hearing the news.Half of it is Qianqu's rich collection of books, and the other half is the authentic work of Song Qianji who saw it with his own eyes.

After the Enlightenment Conference, the calligrapher kept his doors closed, no longer picking up pens, and no longer commenting on the calligraphy and painting of younger generations. "Hero post" is therefore called "the last good word", and no one has surpassed it in recent years.

Every day, Fu Xiu gathered in Tiancheng Square, looking up at the plaque of "A Mu Yiqian Jin", drawing in the air, thinking about how to use a brush, his eyes were out of focus, and he seemed to be out of his body.

Although there are many authentic works of Song Qianji handed down in Qianqu, there are no poems, let alone songs.

Most of them are "potatoes, cabbage, wheat seedlings, corn" and the like, and they also have flower names such as "wisteria, magnolia, rhododendron, and impatiens".

Among them is an article "Encouraging Learning", which was written to persuade teenagers in frontier villages who do not want to learn to read and write to enroll. The word is clear, master the basic agricultural knowledge.

The whole article is only a few hundred words, simple and easy to understand, and both reasonable and reasonable.There is no fancy shape, simple and solid strokes, and the structure is ingenious and clumsy.

Many scholars rushed to Qianqu after seeing the posts.

There are many literati, often holding literary meetings, fighting to write poems, and leaving many poems to witness the development of Qianqu.Poems are widely circulated and attract more people to Qianqu.

Afraid of stepping on the seedlings, Meng Heze carefully huddled on the ridge: "This man is thirty years old. Although his cultivation is ordinary, he has read a lot of books and is familiar with all kinds of classics and exercises. He has a gentle temper and treats young disciples well." He is very patient in asking questions, and is good at sorting, cleaning, and storage. After a year of observation, he is the most suitable curator among the teachers in the same period."

Song Qianji scooped up another ladle of water: "Then choose him."

He answered casually, but Meng Heze hesitated: "As soon as I mentioned it, the senior brother immediately agreed. It's not appropriate. Maybe he has some serious problem, but I didn't see it... The position of curator is very important. How about we Wait a little longer and investigate for a while?"

"I'm going to meet this person." Song Qianji smiled, "It's up to me to decide whether it's suitable, okay?"

He vaguely guessed what Meng Heze was worried about.It was nothing more than recruiting a housekeeper through the back door three years ago.

"Okay, great!" Meng Heze finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go!"

"No rush." ​​Song Qianji said, "I'll finish pouring this side first, and lift my feet."

……

Qianqu Library was designed by Sigong Tie Sanniu. The three libraries are connected, each with three floors, and three roads inside the library.

A winding staircase, a gentle slope, and a manual lift are convenient for all kinds of people.

Meng Heze led Song Qian upstairs, and on the third floor, he found a young man who was writing volumes and making entries for the books.

"This is Mr. Zhu Ping." Meng Heze said.

The young man was wearing a long gown, with a refined demeanor, he put down his pen without haste, and stood up calmly: "Song Xianguan, I have long admired you."

"Hi, Mr. Zhu, are you still used to Qianqu?" Song Qianji silently read his name and looked at his face carefully, feeling very familiar but vaguely impressed.

The three exchanged pleasantries for a while, Zhu Ping guessed why they came, and understood that this was an interview and exam, so naturally he was a little nervous.

Meng Heze wondered why I was so nervous. Three years had passed since Weiping was taken through the back door.Besides, today is not considered a back door.

Song Qianji flipped through Zhu Ping's work notes, listened to him talk about book classification, indexing, and suggestions for Qianqu Academy, and felt that this person was really careful and intelligent, and his handwriting was inexplicably familiar.

The two were tense, one was silent, and the atmosphere of embarrassment permeated the surrounding area.

Suddenly Song Qianji jumped up at the table: "Mr. Zhu, you are still so young!"

He finally remembered.Isn't this the dean of Qingya 70 years later?

Mr. Zhu was taken aback, and seeing Meng Heze also looked at a loss, he could only stumble and say: "Song, Song Xianguan is younger, no, younger and more promising than me."

"Why did Mr. Zhu want to come to Qianqu in the first place?"

Song Qianji was secretly surprised, Qianqu County, their grass-roots team, has become so famous, can they even poach the corner of Qingya, a sect of sect?

"I heard that Qianqu has a simple folk style and a rich collection of books, and I came here just when I needed a teacher." Zhu Ping looked around the towering bookshelf, "There are more books here than I imagined, it is really a holy land for scholars .”

Song Qianji asked: "Qianqu Library was established not long ago. In terms of scale, Qingya Library is ten times larger than here."

"Four years ago, the population of Huawei City was ten times larger than that of Qianqu, but what about now?" Zhu Ping whispered, "To be honest, I have a bad background. It may take more than twenty years to see some precious classics with my own eyes."

"Indeed." Song Qianji suddenly realized.

The larger the sect, the more emphasis on the background of the employing people, and the more complete and complex the system.

Zhu Ping saw him nodding, with a gentle expression on his face, most of the tension dissipated, and said with a smile:

"I have read "Encouraging Learning", and I agree with Song Xianguan's point of view that there is no discrimination in teaching. Who said that ordinary people should not be able to read? Farmers should not be able to read? Now the world outside is getting more and more chaotic. A group of young monks hold speculative meetings every day , long speeches, insisting on refuting the other party, even drawing swords... I only hope that there is a place where everyone, regardless of male, female, old or young, regardless of origin, can write their own names."

Meng Heze interjected curiously: "What's the debate?"

Zhu Ping smiled wryly: "There are all kinds of questions, Youdao quarreled the most, was debating whether Fairy Miaoyan is beautiful or not. If Fairy Miaoyan is not even considered beautiful, then what is the standard of beauty? Is beauty necessary or not?" standard?"

Song Qianji thought to himself, the world has indeed changed.

Unknowingly, Miaoyan's most beautiful consensus has become controversial, and going to Ziyun Temple and Qingya is no longer the only way out for scholars and experts in the cultivation world.

He pondered for a moment: "Is there anyone else in Mr. Zhu's family? Would you like to settle in Qianqu together?"

Zhu Pingdao: "My parents died young, and I am the eldest in the family. I have two younger brothers and a younger sister. The four brothers and sisters depend on each other for life." Speaking of his family, his expression was much softer, "I like peace and tranquility, and I like reading and teaching, but My second younger brother is naturally aggressive and brave, so he defected to King Wei two years ago, determined to break new ground..."

Meng Heze frowned when he heard the word "King Wei", and hurriedly looked at Song Qianji's expression.

Song Qianji stroked his eyebrows, still smiling cordially, motioning for the other party to continue.

Wei Zhenyu set aside land for self-government in Tianbei Continent, and officially became king last year.

He acted in a high-profile way, so he had many enemies, and he fought for half a year.

"My third younger brother doesn't like to delve into learning, he doesn't want to come to Qianqu, he doesn't like martial arts, and he doesn't want to go to Acropolis. He has a blunt personality but is extremely down-to-earth and diligent. I heard that Fairy Chen is the most patient. Disliked the qualifications of the disciples. He went to Tiandongzhou and joined the 'Xiaohua Weizong'."

When Meng Heze heard "Fairy Chen", he couldn't help looking at Song Qianji again.

Song Qianji only asked: "Where is Lingmei now?"

"My sister's spiritual veins are not strong enough to practice swords and swords, but she has a talent for sound. Now she is cast under Xianzi He, the elder sister of Xianyinmen. It has long been an open secret that the two factions in Xianyinmen are split and confronting each other. He It is the time for the fairy to choose her confidants from the outer disciples these years.

"These four places are now regardless of origin. The four of us, brothers and sisters, have been scattered across the four continents of the world and went our separate ways. We agreed to meet in our hometown every year on the night of the Lantern Festival."

At this point, the three were silent.I feel that the future is full of hope, and I feel that the future is unpredictable, which adds to the sorrow.

Song Qianji spoke first: "It's not bad that each exhibits its own strengths and does its own way, but they help each other."

Zhu Pingxi said: "Song Xianguan is really enlightened."

Song Qianji said again: "But the world is said to be very big, and it is said to be small. If one day, King Wei competes with Xianyinmen for something, or Xiaohua Weizong opposes Xianyinmen, what will you brothers and sisters do? Ever thought about it?"

Zhu Ping let out a long sigh: "Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness have been in a dilemma, and each should make suggestions for his own master."

That's it, it's time to finish.Song Qianji insisted on asking thoroughly:

"What if you don't just make plans, but meet on the battlefield, you have a sword in your hand, and your younger brother and sister also have a sword in their hand, and recognize each other face to face, what should we do?"

Meng Heze was taken aback, wondering whether Senior Brother Song was asking the four brothers and sisters of the Zhu family, or asking himself and his old friends.

Mr. Zhu was silent, and suddenly said loudly: "If you want to force people to fight each other, what kind of morality is good? When it comes to that time, the sword is thrown away, no matter which king or suzerain he is, what ambition hegemony, we brothers and sisters will go!" Be a casual cultivator of Desperate World!"

He slapped the table in a rage, no longer refined and gentle.

Meng Heze's eyes darkened, and he thought to himself that the curator could not be selected.

But Song Qianji said with a smile: "Mr. is suitable for Qianqu, and Qianqu is also suitable for Mr. From now on, Qianqu will set up a new post to manage all schools, compile teaching references, and educate all people. The curator, Mr. Zhu, is willing Concurrently serving as a secretary?"

……

When Song Qianji left Qianqu Library, it was almost dusk and the lights were just coming on.

There are people reading loudly in the school behind the library, and the sound is carried by the spring breeze, like willow branches fluttering up and down on the street.

The willow color is new, but the scenery is old.

Song Yuan is similar year after year, and the situation outside Song Yuan has changed dramatically, with wars everywhere, and new air routes spread across four continents.

"At the beginning of rebirth, I never expected the situation to change today."

Although Song Qianji is more concerned about the harvest of the Four Seasons Shed and the quality of the seed fields, he still feels sad when he occasionally hears news from the outside world.

The changes started with the mortal world and the outer sect. The great sect had to improve their salaries, otherwise they would not be able to recruit mortal disciples.

Some immortal officials did not dare to extort unscrupulously anymore, because maybe one day they suddenly received a death threat letter from a meddling assassin, or a group of people rushed into the immortal official's mansion, declaring that they would set aside autonomy.

Some immortal officials still refused to give in and used more brutal methods to suppress the resistance.

Song Qianji doesn't know if the world will become better in the future, or if it will become more fragmented, and conflicts will intensify, leading to accelerated demise.

Chen Hongzhu did not stay in the Huawei Sect to assist her senior brother Yuan Qingshi, but established her own "Xiaohua Weizong".

The two sects of Xianyin Sect split, and after Fairy Jiangyun accepted He Qingqing as his disciple, she overwhelmed Fairy Wangshu.Wang Shu may not be able to sit on the head of the family like in his previous life.

Wei Zhenyu hadn't gone through the long period of keeping a low profile, learning skills from teachers, and silently picking up leaks, how could Wei Zhenyu reach the happy ending of his previous life?

There are more choices for young monks, they can go to any continent, and those who survive will be able to make some achievements.

"Senior Brother Song is worried right now?" Meng Heze asked suddenly.

"Who do you think I'm worried about?"

"I'm worried about not being in Qianqu..." Meng Heze paused, "Others."

"So I was worried." Song Qianji moved slightly, looking up at the sky.

Before the words were finished, the sky was dark, a strong wind suddenly picked up, and there was an uproar all around.

A dark red light gushed out from the end of the line of sight, quickly covering half of the sky like a rising tide.

Song Qianji narrowed his eyes slightly.Some kind of closed space vibrates, and the drastic change of airflow causes the sky anomaly.

"The secret realm is about to open!" he said.