More than ten minutes later, Xin Tianyou and Lao Qingde walked out of the door.

Yu Geda quickly dodged away, stood beside respectfully, lowered his head and bowed slightly.

Dong Shumin glared at the old man, and angrily greeted him and asked, "Xiaotian, how long do you have to stay here? You can't catch up with the spring test ring."

It turns out that the spring exam every three years is not only an exam for the Xiaoshui Sword School to select children, but also the grandest carnival in China. Rich families send their children thousands of miles away, people from counties and villages gather in the royal city, and even tourists from other countries. It is very lively, and the government and the people are having fun together.

One of the popular programs was a full three-day competition.

The level is not particularly high, but it is very close to the ground and is very popular.

The fight between top experts is not visible at all. It lacks viewing ability and often ends without waiting for it to be clearly seen. Just as humans watched the debate competition on TV ten thousand years ago, they were definitely not as good as watching two shrews quarrels in the vegetable market. It is better to see the boxing champion fighting for hegemony than to see the two hooligans fighting at their doorstep.

Dong Shumin was very excited, and Ma Cuihua was even more fascinated.

Because on the third day, the younger generation of Tongyou Realm warriors in China will emerge like mushrooms after a rain and become famous on the stage that is highly anticipated.

For both of them, their names were finally transformed into living people in front of them. The excitement was like a fan entering the concert, which was so strong that it was so strong that it was not known where to go.

Today is the second day of the arena competition. They originally planned to arrive at Baisha City in the afternoon. Have a break, take a walk, and watch the wonderful showdown tomorrow.

But for Xintianyou, the ring match is like children fighting for the Children’s King, which is far less important than here, said:

"I have something to do, so I won't leave today. You guys leave first and meet again later."

Dong Shumin curled her lips and said:

"Tsk, if you don't leave, you won't leave. What if you lose it... If my mother hadn't told you that everything would be followed, I wouldn't be too lazy to wait... Humph!"

Ma Cuihua looked at her father, stopped discussing it, and plucked up the courage to say:

"I won't leave either."

Miss Dong was a little dizzy and said anxiously: "Didn't you keep talking about entering the royal city to open your eyes? Why don't you leave..." Suddenly I remembered something, glanced at Lao Qingde, and quickly covered my mouth.

Xin Tianyou nodded, knowing that Ma Cuihua will not only not leave today, but will not leave tomorrow. Fortunately, she is close to the royal city and can go there in the future by stepping on her legs. But she may not be able to see the next three-year spring test.

If Master’s prediction is accurate, three years later, the ice sheets at the north and south poles will begin to melt, and floods will flood most of the land. And the nightmare will only begin...

The young man glanced over the front floor of Yu's mansion, walked to the large stone tablet on the edge, and raised his palm.

The dust fell down.

The six words "Shi Gan Dang, suppress hundreds of ghosts" disappeared in an instant, revealing a white screen that was sunken by five millimeters.

In the dumbfounded everyone, the boy's index finger pointed, and a hole was poked out of the hard granite. Then he bent down and recycled it. Finally, the stone in the middle was cut off, and a "dot" appeared.

The standard beauty body is like a melon seed and a knife.

Xin Tianyou has never practiced calligraphy, but he has observed the inscriptions of the great master Yan Zhenqing more than once in the virtual realm. What he needs to do now is to find out the tiles in his mind and accurately simulate the shapes.

In fact, the way of writing calligraphy is exactly the same as the order of his movements just now. However, the writing of "point" is to recycle the hook and drag the pen downward, and use ink to fill the gap in the middle. However, he first outlines the outer edge, then grabs the five fingers and directly cuts off the middle part.

Then another strait...

Three minutes later, two majestic and solemn characters appeared on the stone tablet.

Silkworm heads and swallows are in a serious way, but they are not rigid. Like an old tree in a dead forest, a flower grows in anger, and thousands of branches bloom, radiating vitality.

ark!

Dong Shumin giggled, stood on tiptoe, and put her fist into the hole at the word "Square" and said:

"I dare to bet that there will definitely be swallows and sparrows to make nests in the future... Xiaotian, your writing is so ugly, why are you so good at engraving?"

Seeing Xin Tianyou easily cut the monument with his palm and carve the stone with his fingers, everyone who experienced the night of the mountain temple turned a blind eye.

Yu Geda was ecstatic, and he saw that he could finally hold a big thick leg!

He Qingqing's poems are amazing, but she doesn't read many classics. She turned her mind several times, but she couldn't remember what allusion "Ark" came from.

For scholars, calligraphy is a basic skill. The so-called pen is a shocking dragon and snake, and the paper is full of clouds and smoke.

You have great power, they obey, but they don’t admire you. You have high magic, they are awe, but they don’t admire you. Only by being beautiful and beautiful, can a scholar develop admiration from his bones.

Lao Qingde stared at the two words with his eyes straight, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and couldn't help but reach out to gesture in the air, and he was almost worshipping him.

There was a small meeting before the stone tablet, mainly for Xintian lobbying, everyone listened.

He wants to run a charity school in Furong Village.

The so-called private schools and official schools. Yixue means free study, and the government subsidies or funding from good people, and tuition and book fees are exempted from poor students.

I have never seen anything like Xintianyou, including food and accommodation.

What's more, children aged six to eight cannot take care of themselves, so they have to ask for special people to take care of them. Three hundred students, plus about one hundred teachers and handymen, need at least ten thousand taels of white money a year.

Someone whose purse is cleaner than his face is arrogant and spreads his hands.

"Money is not a problem... The problem is, I don't have money now."

The Supreme Master is short of money? It's so good, it's so good... Yu Geda immediately patted his chest and said that he could make up more than 8,000 taels of silver and devote all of it.

Dong Shumin took out 300 taels of gold on the spot, which was originally the expense prepared by the Dong family for Xinshi.

Ma Kongqi Ai Ai took out the twenty taels of silver he got from selling salted fish, but was blocked back. He was so anxious that his face turned red and his neck was thick, and he kept shouting, "Don't he look down on me?"

Xin Tianyou had no choice but to ask Mr. Lau to accept it.

He Qingqing blushed and said timidly:

"I live close to you and have taught children in the village. Is it okay to be a teacher? I don't have any money..."

Xin Tianyou glanced at her and said:

"Can't……"

When I saw the girl wiping her eyes, I was afraid that she would cry "wow" the next second, and explained with a smile.

"Of course you can come, but you can't ask for money... We must use the highest price and hire the best teacher. If there is no reward, who is willing to come? If you don't want it, wouldn't other people who have received money be ashamed? If they don't have money, how can they rely on to support their families? How can they teach with peace of mind?"

He Qingqing burst into tears and laughed.

What does "Ark" mean? Even the well-informed Master Lau was confused.

Xin Tianyou was entangled by Dong Shumin, and briefly explained that in ancient times, the gods destroyed the world with floods. Someone built an ark, which was a huge ship, and brought many people, animals and plants to escape the catastrophe.

Ms. Dong immediately proposed that using "Ark" as a school name is not only difficult to pronounce, but also unlucky, so it is better to call it "Furong Yixue". The proposal was unanimously praised by everyone and approved.

It doesn’t matter if you believe in Tianyou, because the word Ark is originally the number in his heart.

If you want to escape from the earth and go to foreign lands, you will not be able to have a small population base. At least one hundred ark bases like this must be built.
Chapter completed!