He probably has a new perspective every time he sees these scenery.

The world is full of weariness, but the dean is not.

He didn't even get tired of seeing the entire academy, so the entire city of God and the entire Daliang wouldn't be bored either.

Standing by the lake for a moment, the dean stretched out his hand to catch some falling snowflakes. He recalled for no reason many years ago, when he stood by the lake watching the snow in the middle of the night, and a young man who was about to go north said goodbye to him here.

At that time, the dean took the initiative and asked him, "If you learn the sword, of course you can kill more monsters, but what is the essential difference between killing more monsters and reading more books?"

At that time, the guy who still respected him rubbed his head, was silent for a long time, and then said numbly: "The disciple doesn't feel any difference. It's just that if he continues to study in the academy for ten or twenty years, the student will only feel more and more annoyed.

Looking at these sages' teachings, students can't help but want to pull out the sages who said these words and ask them, "It's natural that you have done this knowledge, but compared to killing a few monsters, who is more amazing?"

The student at that time was naturally Liu Banbi. When the dean heard this statement, he couldn't help but get angry and said: "The sages of the past generations have left so many sages' teachings, which has brought peace to the hearts of many scholars. This is a great thing that will benefit generations to come. Why?

In your kid’s opinion, it’s worthless?”

Liu Banbi shook his head seriously and said: "It's not that students think these sages' teachings are worthless, it's just that my husband asked me this, so I asked him this. Even if there is a question with a clear answer, in fact, at different times and in the eyes of different people, there are different

Different answers.”

The dean sighed and did not refute, just said: "Go to the north and kill thousands of monsters. After you feel calm, will you still study in the future?"

Liu Banbi still didn't hide anything and said: "After students read about the history of cannibalism and shame in those historical books, they can no longer read any books. From now on, they just want to kill monsters and die on the way to kill monsters."

It is the students’ final destination.”

After saying this, Liu Banbi suddenly smiled and said casually: "In the future, the student will definitely not be able to come back for my husband's birthday. If the student is still alive, I will send a letter telling him how many demons the student has killed this year.

Realm is huge, if the student is gone, sir, don’t be sad."

The dean sneered, "Who will be sad if your kid dies?"

I say this, but in fact, every time the dean celebrates his birthday, the most anticipated gift is the letter sent by this disciple from the north. Over the years, every time he receives a letter from the north, the dean will pay close attention to it.

Read it and then put the letter away.

Who said that in the early years, he said that he would follow the example of his predecessors and accept seventy-two disciples, but he did not accept any student at will. Every student was treated as a nephew by him.

Liu Banbi's original temperament was very much like him.

It's just that time has changed, especially when the boy decided to practice swordsmanship and go to the north to kill monsters, his character became very different. He could no longer be said to be a scholar, but a pure swordsman.

The dean was silent for a moment and then said: "Your boy is going to the north to kill demons. I can't stop him and I don't want to stop him. But if you kill demons, you will kill demons. If you do sword cultivation, you will do sword cultivation. You can't read a few more books in your free time.

, look at the teachings of sages?"

When he said this, it seemed that the dean was no longer the leader of scholars in the world, but just an ordinary elder, helplessly admonishing his nephew who was talented but did not study well.

Although he probably knew that there wouldn't be any answer he wanted.

Liu Banbi also thought for a long time, and then slowly said: "Sir, when we go to the north, students have no free time. How can they have free time to practice swordsmanship and kill monsters?"

After all, it was this student who finally couldn't bear to say frankly that he didn't want to study again, to save face for his husband.

"Liu Banbi, you better fucking become a swordsman, otherwise don't blame me for looking down on you!"

"Thank you for your good wishes!"

In fact, in the end, the dean did not feel good about mentioning Liu Banbi in front of outsiders. It was not because he stopped studying and went to practice swordsmanship, nor because he insisted on running to the north to kill monsters, nor because he ended up

He really became a swordsman and slapped the dean in the face, but the dean knew that he really didn't read a book from that day on.

He is no longer a scholar.

That was the reading seed I had chosen from thousands of times before.

To this day, he still remembers when he met that little guy in the countryside. The young man stood in front of him with a playful smile on his face, "May I ask, sir, how does your knowledge compare to that of Mr. Chen from the private school?"

At that time, the dean also smiled and said: "I only know a little knowledge, and I am a little more knowledgeable than your current husband."

God knows how humble the dean was at that time.

"Liu Banbi..."

The dean sighed and said softly: "If you have the ability, don't die in Mobei."

After saying this, the snowflakes in the dean's palm just disappeared and turned into snow water, rolling down the lakeside.

After a long time, the dean raised his head and looked towards the lakeside. There appeared a scholar who was also unable to sleep in the middle of the night and was also walking slowly here.

The two looked at each other, and the dean threw a fried soybean into his mouth without saying a word.

Wei Xu hesitated for a moment, came here, bowed to his husband, and then asked: "Sir, you have something on your mind and can't sleep in the middle of the night?"

As the only person who has served beside the dean in these years, Wei Xu naturally knows the dean's habits. He does not practice in the middle of the night and can only sleep.

But the dean, who had never slept at night, was actually swimming in the lake at the moment, so he was naturally worried.

The dean did not answer the student's question, but instead asked: "Are you worried too?"

Wei Xu was silent for a moment and said softly: "I can't sue Mr. Yu."

The dean chuckled. He had known this. He knew the temperament of the student in front of him very well. He looked gentle on weekdays, but in fact he was extremely stubborn. If he believed in something, he would naturally not change it. He would not listen to others' advice and would not take the initiative.

Talk to others.

Since he had taken the initiative to say that he couldn't talk, the dean no longer asked, but smiled and said: "Yexue looks good, go and warm up two pots of wine and have a drink."

After saying this, the dean took the initiative to walk towards the center of the lake, while Wei Xu turned around to prepare the stove and wine.

Not long after, the two met again under the pavilion, and then the dean asked Wei Xu to sit down.

The stove was on the stone table, bringing bursts of warmth to the two of them.

Wei Xu took a bowl of wine and poured it for the dean, and then got up.

The dean said calmly: "You and I, master and apprentice, seem to have not had a good drink for a long time."

Wei Xu was startled, but then he understood what his husband meant, so he didn't get up. Instead, he poured himself a bowl of wine and remained silent.

"When I met you a few years ago, I told you that as scholars, it doesn't matter if you are smart, but don't think too much and make too many calculations. This will make your life unhappy and it will be difficult to read the true meaning."

The dean took a sip of wine and said calmly: "You are talented in cultivation and smart, but it's a pity that you were born into the Wei family, a wealthy family. Life is tiring, and you think too much. If you don't get out soon, you

How many more years do you think you can remain a scholar?"

Wei Xu had no reaction. He just took a sip of wine, put down the wine bowl, and then said softly: "The teacher is right, but the students cannot do what the teacher thinks."

The dean held the wine bowl and said with a smile: "Don't force it. As a so-called leader of scholars, when I start to persuade people, there are always many people nodding like chickens pecking at rice. But who knows, students like me don't

Too many people listen to me as a teacher."

Wei Xu looked at his husband with a complicated expression, and said: "I have only seen it in books before, the so-called people in Jianghu can't help themselves. Later I learned that the most involuntary people in the world are not the so-called Jianghu people, but the so-called Jianghu people.

He is a descendant of a wealthy family."

The dean shook his head and said, "It's not interesting to say this. It's better to drink."

Wei Xu smiled bitterly. He originally wanted to say something from the bottom of his heart to his husband, but thinking about it, there is no truth in the world for a person like his husband that he doesn't know, and there are many things in the world that he doesn't know.

What can't he figure out clearly?

He doesn't want to listen or speak, so he naturally has his own reasons.

After Wei Xu figured this out, he stopped talking and drank in silence.

Two bottles of wine was not much, and he drank most of it in a short time. The dean's expression remained the same, but Wei Xu's cheeks were slightly red and he was a little tipsy.

When drinking with your husband, you naturally cannot use your cultivation to dispel the alcohol, so you can only rely on your own drinking capacity. Wei Xu's drinking capacity is not good, and it has never been considered.

"Speaking of which, am I a failure as a husband?"

The dean suddenly looked at Wei Xu, a little helpless and a little sad.

Wei Xu was a little confused, but he still said seriously: "From the students' point of view, no matter what you say, you cannot be called a failure. In the eyes of students, you are the best teacher."

The dean ignored him and just said to himself: "I have accepted many disciples in my life, and they are all pretty good. Everyone has their own merits. I know them all and like them very much. Sir, students are just walking together.

But when you stop and go, you can't think of it. People who are traveling together always have to separate, just before and after. At first, I just thought about some students, so I left. After all, everyone has his own ambitions, but later on, where can I think of it?

Come to think of it, after walking for so many years, no matter how you look around, there are very few followers behind you."

"When I decided to accept your little junior sister as a closed disciple, I really thought about it a lot. A lot of people would gossip about a woman as a closed disciple, but I don't care. As long as she is willing to study hard, it would be great, but I can't imagine that.

, she has only been a beginner for a long time, and she is already thinking about becoming a sword cultivator."

Wei Xu retorted: "Sir, what you said doesn't make sense. If a junior sister practices swordsmanship, she will no longer be a scholar after practicing swordsmanship."

The dean looked at Wei Xu and said calmly: "Of course I know, but I'm just worried. That guy Liu Banbi has learned from the past. Reading really made him crazy, and then he didn't even want any good things.

It seems that as long as it is a truth in the book, it makes no sense to him."

When talking about his fellow disciple, Wei Xu could only remain silent.

The dean smiled. He was naturally aware of the little emotion between the two, but he didn't want to reveal it.

"I'm just thinking now that there are not many guys behind me now. If one day there is no one left, what face will I have to see my gentleman?"

The dean was a little melancholy, looking at Wei Xu in front of him with some emotion.

This scholar, who was considered to be the best candidate to succeed the academy in many cases, may not really be the best in the eyes of the dean.

The word "scholar" does not mean that one is reading, only one who knows the principles in the book can be called a scholar.
To be continued...