The next morning, Xiao Mo woke early and sat in the courtyard reading, writing Zhi Xing He Quan.
After decades of study, debate, and reflection, Xiao Mo was putting "Heart Learning" down on paper.
But when Xiao Mo truly set out to write, he discovered that the task was far more difficult than he had imagined.
Xiao Mo had spent a long time writing this book, Zhi Xing He Quan, but so far, he had managed only two or three pages.
So Xiao Mo wondered if he could establish an academy, teach students to read, and teach them his Heart Learning as well.
First, it would help him organize his thoughts on Heart Learning.
Second, Xiao Mo didn't know when he might die. If he failed to complete Heart Learning, it would be good if someone in the Book of a Hundred Lives inherited his mantle and continued down this path.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Just as Xiao Mo was becoming engrossed in writing Zhi Xing He Quan, someone knocked on the courtyard gate.
Xiao Mo stood, put away his books, and opened the gate.
An old man bowed to Xiao Mo. "May I ask if you are Mister Xiao?"
"That's right." Xiao Mo returned the bow. "And you are, sir?"
The old man smiled. "This old man is Qin Feng, steward of the Demon Suppressing City lord's residence. I heard that Mister Xiao wishes to spread the Dao. Last night, I chose a site for the academy, and I was about to take you there to have a look. My lord, the city lord, is waiting there for you as well."
"Thank you for your trouble." Xiao Mo bowed.
"You're too kind, Mister Xiao. Please, come with me."
Qin Feng led Xiao Mo to the academy.
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