Chen Xin nodded, then turned and left.
Only Ning Fengzhi is left in the room.
He picked up the secret letter again, stared at it for a long time, and then a wisp of Soul Power ignited on his fingertips, turning the letter into ashes.
Meanwhile, East Palace.
Study is brightly lit with candles.
Xue Qinghe, or in other words, Qian Renxue disguised as Xue Qinghe, is sitting behind the desk, reviewing a pile of memorials.
Xue Ye After being chronically poisoned by her, most of the court affairs are now left to her.
There was a gentle knock on the door.
"Come in."
She Long pushed open the door and walked in, wearing a dark blue steward's uniform. Judging from his performance, anyone who looked at him would think that he was an old servant who had served Crown Prince's Mansion for many years.
"Young Master, there is a message from Soul Fighting Arena." She Long stood with his hands lowered and his voice was low, "The Spear and Sword Peerless combination won. Zhou Qiubai defeated Iron-Armored Dragon Rhino Brothers's combined attack skills with one sword. I took a look and that sword had a bit of the style of Sword Douluo back then."
Xue Qinghe did not stop writing and continued to focus on the memorial in his hand.
After a moment, she said calmly, "The one from the second ring of the Millennium?"
"Exactly."
"Nineteen years old, Soul Elder?"
"Level thirty-six."
Xue Qinghe finally put down the pen and raised his head.
"The talent is acceptable, but not enough."
She paused and then asked, "Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, what's the reaction there?"
"Ning Fengzhi's side should have known the news a long time ago, but has not taken any action yet." She Long replied, "Several elders in the sect seemed to be interested and sent people to watch the game."
Xue Qinghe The corner of his mouth curled up into an almost invisible smile.
"My teacher has always had a long-term view. He is waiting for the young man to grow up to be valuable enough, and for the young man to make his own choice."
She picked up the pen again and went back to review the memorial. "As for us, there is no need to pay attention to the nineteen-year-old Soul Elder, the second ring of the millennium. Among ordinary people, he is a genius, but in a real chess game, he is still not qualified to be a chess piece."
She Long nodded. "I understand, but that one..."
Xue Qinghe pen tip paused, "Say."
"The spies came to report that he still has not left the academy." She Long's voice was lowered, "He only studies in the academy every day, occasionally talks to the three education committee members, and is indifferent to external affairs."
Xue Qinghe was silent for a long time before slowly exhaling. "I know, keep staring, but don't alert the snake."
"Yes."
She Long bowed respectfully and stepped back, gently closing the door.
Xue Qinghe I remember the first time I saw that person many years ago.
At that time, she was still the maid next to the genuine Xue Qinghe, who was already a famous Confucian scholar all over the world.
Not only a Confucian, but also a strong man.
It is said that there is no one who is first in civility and no second in military affairs, but that man is both civilized and military.
"Zhou Qiubai..." Xue Qinghe whispered the name and shook his head, "It's not enough."
Deep in the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, there is a small bamboo forest courtyard.
And the person Xue Qinghe and Ning Fengzhi mentioned is right here.
The three education committee members stood three steps away, with their hands hanging down, not even daring to breathe heavily.
On weekdays, they are respected senior officials of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, but in front of this Confucian scholar, they treat them with respect as if they were teachers.
After all, this person is not comparable to them in terms of status or strength.
Meng Shenji finished giving a detailed report on Soul Fighting Arena's situation tonight, and finally added, "The young man's swordsmanship is exquisite, and he has touched the threshold of Yi. Judging from his moves, it seems that he does not come from any sect, but rather seems to have been honed in the world."
The Confucian's pen never stopped, and he slowly put it down after writing the last word.
"Jianghu Yeluzi, can you practice your mind?"
"This..." Meng Shenji was suddenly speechless, as if he was stopped by the question.
"The world is so big that there are no rivers and lakes. The sect is the rivers and lakes, the academy is also the rivers and lakes, and the imperial court is the rivers and lakes." The middle-aged Confucian put the paper aside and looked up at the three education committee members, "Do you think that young man is worthy of our recruitment?"
Zhi Lin took half a step forward and said cautiously, "Nineteen-year-old Soul Elder, the second ring of the millennium, has reached this level of swordsmanship, and his talent is indeed rare. If he can be introduced to the academy and trained well, he may become the face of the academy in the future."
Bai Baoshan also nodded. "Although there are geniuses like Tianheng and Dugu Yan in the academy now, they are disciples of the sect after all, and they will not stay in the academy after all. As for Sword Dao's talent, no one can match him. If we can get him, the next Soul Master Tournament will have a much better chance of winning the championship. If we can get guidance from an adult, then..."
He stopped talking, knowing in his heart that if the man in front of him really thought he was a Confucian scholar, he would suffer a big loss.
Meng Shenji frowned, looking a little worried. "But he seems to have no interest in the teaching of the college. The last time Tianheng invited him, he actually declined. This kid is very ambitious, and I'm afraid he doesn't want to be restrained."
After hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian's mouth raised a look that was half a smile but not a smile, "Wuxin College, but you came to Heaven Dou City to beat Soul Fighting?"
The three education committee members looked at each other, seeming to be thinking about something.
"Forget it." The middle-aged Confucian waved his hand and picked up the pen again, "You can decide for yourself about the academy. If you want to recruit, just recruit. If you want to observe, continue to observe. Just remember one thing."
The three education committee members quickly bowed and responded in unison, "I will obey the teachings."
They know what the other person is talking about.
"Teaching is out of the question. Just make your own decisions." The Confucian interrupted them and opened the book again, "I will not interfere in the affairs of the academy."
This was an understatement, but the three Meng Shenji couldn't help but feel nervous.
Not interfering does not mean not paying attention.
His words, or even a look, can change the course of many things.
"One more thing." Bai Baoshan frowned slightly, "Teacher Qin Ming wrote a letter a week ago, saying that students and teachers from the Shrek Academy, his alma mater, are going to be merged into the college. After hearing their performance, they all seem to be geniuses. The dean is Flying Horn Flender who was Golden Iron Triangle back then."
The Confucian nodded slightly, "I understand."
"Then... what about their teaching arrangements?" Bai Baoshan continued to ask.
After all, he is a genius, so he naturally has some ideas.
Of course, these thoughts are based on the premise that we don't know the thoughts of Shrek people.
"You can make your own decision on this matter." The Confucian said, "I only ask for one thing, that everyone should be treated equally. Since they come to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, they should be regarded as students of this college. The resources they should be given must be sufficient, and the courses they should teach must be taken seriously. There should not be the slightest difference based on their birthplace."
"Yes." The three of them responded in unison.
"Is there anything else?" The Confucian raised his head and glanced at the three of them.
Zhi Lin hesitated for a moment and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he shook his head. "No more."
"Then go back." The Confucian waved his hand, "It's late at night."
The three of them bowed and left.