To serve on the Northern Wall, some people even moved their entire family here. The original purpose was naturally to guard the Northern Great Wall for generations.

After years of development, the city has a population similar to that of a prosperous town in the south. However, this place has all kinds of shops, but there is no school.

In the eyes of those people, the last thing the North needs is scholars.

This also caused the middle-aged scholar who came here more than half a year ago to spend three months before he received a named disciple here.

The young man's name is Song Mian. He was born in a small family here. Although his family has been in the army for generations, their official positions are not high. At most, his ancestors have served as the commander of a cavalry army of ten thousand people, and only once. Later, the family fortune

It’s not really a failure, but it’s just

He has never held such a high official position again. Now the head of the Song family is a rogue general in the north, with only three thousand men under his command.

Song Mian was his eldest son.

Originally, Song Mian didn't want to ask that scholar who didn't look like a scholar as his teacher, but he had been weak since he was a child and couldn't practice. Although his family didn't say anything, he thought that as long as this guy could grow up safe and sound, even if he didn't

It would be nice to go to the city's head and get a wife to continue the family line.

The Song family is very open-minded about this aspect. If their son cannot go to the city, he will be able to save his life and live a good life. Since he has this idea, he doesn't think about it so much.

Song Mian said that he worshiped the middle-aged scholar as his husband, but in fact, he was bored at first and wanted to see what kind of scholar this scholar was. So later on, even though the scholar didn't actually teach him much about sage principles, he didn't

care.

Instead, the two often get together to drink.

In the afternoon of that day, Song Mian went to the dilapidated house in the city to see her nominal husband again, but he forgot to mention the wine, so he was avoided by him.

Song Mian climbed over the wall with difficulty and jumped off the wall. He couldn't stand properly and sprained his feet.

Song Mian, who was in great pain, was about to grimace when the middle-aged scholar lying on the old recliner in the yard sneered, "You can barely be considered a general, and that's all you have?"

Song Mian held it back, limped towards the scholar in front of her, then sat down next to him, rolled her eyes and said, "I haven't practiced, but I can beat you more than enough."

The scholar was not annoyed that he, a nominal student, was so boastful. He just said slowly, "Would you like to try? I'll let you punch three times first?"

Song Mian snorted coldly and quickly shook his head. Although he didn't really regard the scholar in front of him as a teacher, he still knew some sense. How could he hit the teacher?

The scholar sneered, "Is this all about talking? If you are so timid, if one day you really go to the top of the city and meet the monsters, you won't even be able to lift a knife."

Not to be outdone, Song Mian said, "I can't go up, but there are many others at the top of the city, but you scholars, haven't you seen any of them?"

The scholar was surprised and asked, "Who said that?"

Song Mian was startled and thought, isn't this true?

"Liu Banbi, who likes to play with swords, is a swordsman, but if you ask him if he is a scholar, he dares to shake his head?"

The scholar sneered, "One of him is as good as ten thousand of you."

Song Mian frowned. He had heard that Liu Jianxian did come out of the academy in his early years, and he had made great achievements in the northern city.

"You all use swords, or are you still a scholar?"

The young man snorted coldly, unwilling to admit defeat.

The scholar laughed and said, "Since he has read books, why is he not a scholar? Just because he uses a sword, he is not a scholar? It doesn't seem to make sense, and you don't know who his husband is?"

The young man muttered, "You know, isn't he the guy with the title of dean of the academy? Hasn't he done nothing?"

After hearing this, the scholar's face changed, but he quickly returned to normal and said calmly, "What do you call it if I really have to fight for life and death with you? How many courtiers do you know who came out of the academy? The whole court is divided.

I killed them and fought at the front, but I didn’t even have enough to eat.”

Song Mian frowned and said, "It is the common people and farmers who grow food. What does it have to do with you scholars?"

The scholar was about to speak but stopped.

I don't know why, but I think what this guy said makes sense.

Song Mian smiled and said, "You have nothing to say, right?"

The scholar sneered and said nothing.

At this moment, the scholar stopped talking, but Song Mian felt a little uncomfortable. He thought for a while, then found a topic and asked, "How many students have you accepted in your life? I am not the only one, right?"

The scholar said expressionlessly, "If that's the case, I'll just find a rope and hang myself right now."

Song Mian clicked her tongue and said, "Based on your temper, I guess even if you do have students, not many of them will like you."

The scholar didn't say anything. If he thought about it carefully, his students should respect him more. There was nothing he didn't like about them.

Song Mian opened her mouth to say something, but the scholar had already started to chase them away, "You don't even have any wine with you. What are you doing here? Get out of here and don't come if you don't have any wine next time."

Song Mian spat and rolled his eyes, this guy is too realistic.

But when he limped to the door over there, he suddenly turned around and said, "Hey, do you know what my dream is?"

The scholar glanced at him, but still asked tactfully, "What?"

"It's to become a Confucian general like Gao Xuan. So what if you don't practice? It's not to kill the demon tribe until they lose their shit!"

Song Mian raised his head. At this moment, the young man seemed to have light on his body that could not be drowned.

It's a pity that the scholars there don't talk to each other at all.

Song Mian opened the door and left.

Then he bared his teeth.

The scholar was still lying on the chair without getting up, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was about to fall asleep.

It wasn't until there were footsteps at the door again that he opened his eyes slightly.

A tall middle-aged man walked into the courtyard.

The scholar sat up straight, looked at this uninvited guy, and said indifferently, "Guardian envoy? Or is it the general of the northern border? Your Majesty is here, and my small courtyard will collapse."

The person who came was naturally the former garrison envoy and now the Northern General Ning Ping.

The guardian smiled and said, "I am not the guardian of Daliang now. It makes no sense for the dean to call me that."

The person involved in the words

The young guardian envoy, the dean, had nothing to say. He was not in a good mood because his most valued closed disciple was deceived by such a brat.

The guard smiled and said, "We are far in the north, over there at the court, and we are all supported by that boy. In fact, we are doing quite well. Doesn't this make Chixin even dare not do anything? Even if His Majesty is here, it is probably nothing more than this.

Bar?"

The dean said calmly, "His great achievements shocked the Lord, what do you think is a good sign?"

The guardian did not talk about this issue, but changed the subject and said, "I heard that the dean is accepting students here, but these days, he has only accepted one? Is he still as demanding as ever, and is he a cultivation wizard who is not weaker than Liu Jianxian?"

"It's just a registered disciple. In my whole life, I said I would only accept seventy-two people, so I will only accept seventy-two people. I will not make any exceptions. However, the boy is not big or small, but he has a different taste."

No matter how naughty the students I accepted in the past were, once they heard that he was the dean of the academy, no one would dare to treat him like this. Only this brat would do this, without knowing his identity and speaking without any taboos.

It's a different feeling.

The guard smiled and said, "No matter what, if that kid knows the identity of the dean in the future, I'm afraid his jaw will drop."

The dean said impatiently, "Ning Ping, you are busy with military affairs all day long. Are you here today just to talk nonsense to me? If so, I can also be the general of the North."

The guardian smiled at the dean's words.

After a moment of silence, the guardian suddenly smiled and said, "This time I came to invite the dean to return to the capital."

The dean looked at the guardian envoy, a little confused.

The guard envoy said, "The restricted area in Mobei seems to be dissipating. It seems that the barrier will disappear soon."

The previous optimistic estimate was that it would last for more than ten years, but now it seems that it will completely dissipate in just a few years.

The dean raised his eyebrows and said, "What then?"

"When the war starts again, it will no longer be suitable for the dean to stay here."

The guard said calmly, "A scholar like the dean really doesn't deserve to die in the north."

The dean clicked his tongue and said, "So you, Ning Ping, are afraid that I will die in the north and you won't be able to explain to the academy?"

The guardian didn't say anything, but that's what he meant.

If the dean dies in the north, it will probably be a big blow to all the scholars in Daliang.

"It is said that there are still several years. Even if the war starts tomorrow, can't I go to the city to kill the enemy?"

The dean snorted coldly and looked ugly.

The guard said softly, "I know why the dean is here, but in fact it is not necessary. The Wei family is guilty. Although Mr. Wei is a descendant of the Wei family, the court has already made a conclusion and it does not involve anything. Why should the dean do this?"

The dean gave the guardian a cold look.

The guardian envoy also smiled bitterly.

"Ning Ping, you guys can die on this city, why can't we scholars die on this city?"

The dean took a deep breath and said calmly, "Don't talk to me about the things that are and are not. Even if I die in this place, no one will scold you in the future. There will only be more scholars who will die here."

The guard wanted to speak but stopped.

The dean sneered and said, "Nothing is taken for granted. There is nothing that you have to guard here. We will study the principles of learning painstakingly in the back. Who is not a Liangren? How can there be so many people in the world who should be like this?"
To be continued...