In this inconspicuous little family or sect, he seemed to see what the Zhang family looked like when they were in White Ape Mountain.

He was still in the clan at that time, and the Zhang family only had two foundation-building monks, the elderly elder Zhang Qiyue and the then clan leader Zhang Huaiyu, as well as several elders in the later stages of Qi refining. Although those in the clan were better off than casual cultivators,

But it's not much better.

After a moment of recollection, Zhang Shiping put away his distracting thoughts, turned around and disappeared.

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…

Time flies, three years flash forward.

In the Zhang Family School in the Chongling Mountains of Binhai City, an old man in Confucian robes held a ruler and walked back and forth among the desks.

There were more than twenty corner children in the hall, holding brushes and writing big characters on rice paper.

"The clouds are against the rain, the snow is against the wind, the evening light is against the clear sky. The coming and going birds are against the swallows, and the local birds are against the singing insects. The three-foot sword, the six-jun bow, the north of the mountain is against the east of the river. The palace of clear summer in the world, the palace of cold in the sky. Both sides of the bank

The willows are green in the morning mist, and the apricot blossoms are red in the spring rain in the garden. The wind and frost on the temples bring out the early travelers on the journey; the misty rain on the raincoat raindrops brings out the late fisher by the stream."

These children only wrote this paragraph of the elementary school text, and then filled up the entire rice paper.

After seeing that all the children had finished writing, the old man walked out of the corridor of the school and gently shook the bell.

Bell, bell…

The clear ringing of the bell spread toward the distance.

As soon as the children in the school heard the sound, although they were still kneeling on the futon, the excitement on their faces could no longer be suppressed, and their minds were already outside.

Not far away, Zhang Shiping and Zhang Tianwu were sitting in a bamboo pavilion drinking tea. The sound of bells, accompanied by the sound of the wind, reached their ears.

"Those little monkeys are out of class. How is your studies going at dawn?" Zhang Shiping said with a smile.

"Not bad." Zhang Tianwu said.

Disciples of the Zhang family naturally do not have to study day and night like ordinary students in order to take scientific examinations and become officials.

Therefore, the school was only open for half a day, and these children, who were like blank sheets of paper, only learned some elementary school articles and common sense on spiritual practice. The remaining half day was used to train their muscles and bones and soak in medicinal baths.

"Academically, although they are not required to know all the classics, they cannot be ignored. Go and call the lecturer." Zhang Shiping ordered the servant outside the pavilion.

"Yes, ancestor." The servant outside the pavilion bowed and said.

After answering, the servant immediately used Qinggong and took a step forward several feet away, heading towards the school like the wind.

With such skill in the world, he is still a top-notch person, comparable to the great masters.

But these are just some of the children of the Zhang family who have no spiritual roots and have turned to practice martial arts.

Soon the servant came to the school. The old man in Confucian shirt was looking at the book table one by one. When he saw occasional mistakes on the rice paper, he picked up a pen and circled it.

In just a moment, he had read all the articles.

"Tianyu, what's the matter?" The old man looked up and saw the servant at the door and asked.

"Ancestor is listening to Songting, calling you over!" Zhang Tianyu said.

"Ancestor is here?" The old man looked surprised, but after years of studying and cultivating Qi, he had already mastered it, and then his face calmed down, and he followed the servant and walked over.

After walking three to five miles of mountain paths, the old man and his servant arrived outside Tingsong Pavilion.

"Wen Shao pays homage to the two ancestors!" the old man bowed and said with meticulous etiquette.

"Come in and sit down." Zhang Shiping said.

Zhang Wenshao hesitated for a moment, then walked into the pavilion and sat down.

"Try it, this tea is good." Zhang Shiping said, he poured a cup of tea, placed it in front of the old man, and then filled the teacup in front of Zhang Tianwu.

The old man quickly thanked him. After all, the person in front of him was the ancestor of the family. Although he looked young, he was already over 320 years old, much older than him.

Then he picked up the teacup and took a small sip.

After entering the spiritual tea, an extremely pure spiritual energy nourished Zhang Wenshao's old body, and the man's glory suddenly glowed.

"How is the children's academic performance now?" Zhang Shiping asked.

"There are a total of twenty-six children taught by me now. Among them, Tianming, Tianhan, Tianyao, and Tianjing are the four most outstanding ones. They have begun to study elementary school and have a photographic memory." Zhang Wenshao responded.

"Well, that's what Haosheng teaches. But don't talk about those pedantic concepts about monarchs, monarchs, and ministers being foolish, loyal, foolish, and filial. Do you understand?" Zhang Shiping said.

"This is natural." Zhang Wenshao said. Although he is from Zhang State, he has already understood many truths after reading deeply.

These children of the main lineage will be monks from now on, different from ordinary Zhang family disciples.

After Zhang Shiping finished his explanation, he had a casual chat with this secular scholar of the Zhang family, from which he more or less understood the current situation in Zhang Kingdom.

After nearly two hundred years of inheritance, the successive kings of the Zhang Kingdom have worked hard to govern, while others have been incompetent. However, due to the existence of Zhang family monks, there are no so-called powerful ministers who can truly control the court.

of aristocratic families.

Generally speaking, Zhang Guomin's life is relatively clear, and the people can at least survive.

Nowadays, most of the royal dynasties in Nanzhou have monks behind them.

Zhang Guo relied on the Zhang family, and the Yan family established more dynasties in the secular world, including three.

As for the other Nascent Souls of the Xuanyuan Sect and the inner sect’s Golden Core monks, they more or less have countries that they support.

These secular countries, for the high-level monks behind them, collected some exotic flowers and herbs from previous years, or some strange things related to spiritual practice.

Over the past two hundred years, Zhang Guo has collected a lot of things for the Zhang family, the most valuable of which are three thousand-year-old elixirs, and several cave dwellings that are suspected to be ancient cultivators.

Of course, the masters of these suspected ancient caves were not too high in cultivation. Zhang Shiping did not explore them, but left them to Zheng Hengyun and Zhang Tianwu to handle them with full authority.

After the three of them chatted for a long time.

Suddenly, Zhang Shiping's face turned pale. He raised his head slightly and looked towards the South China Sea.

As he looked, he found the Mingxin Villa hundreds of thousands of miles away on the edge of the Hai Clan's territory in the South China Sea.

In the midst of the wind and snow, tens of thousands of cicada ghosts, like blue stars, rolled past, leaving behind a few ice sculptures with frightened expressions.

And from the storage bag of the old man of the Bai family, Bai Shisheng, a ray of spiritual light flew out and transformed into Zhang Shiping.

But as soon as he appeared, before he made any move, the spirit collapsed and left.

Relying on the mysterious connection between these souls, he sensed the condition of the soul he left behind three years ago. He couldn't help but sigh, and at the same time secretly said that he was lucky!

"It seems that the monk who took away Bi Yu's body is currently in the Mingxin Courtyard." Zhang Shiping thought to himself.

"What's wrong, ancestor?" Zhang Tianwu noticed that Zhang Shiping was stunned for a moment and asked.

"It's okay. The Bai family that you have been monitoring for these years should be dealt with after some time without leaving any traces." Zhang Shiping said gently.
Chapter completed!