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At the north end of the city, there was also a large courtyard. A compound that could accommodate a thousand people at once.

Five Peaks Academy.

The largest academy in Niu Yang City, as well as the only academy, was more than enough for the more than eight thousand families in Niu Yang City.

However, no matter if it was the commoners or the nobles of Kaifeng city, they were all sent here. In the past, there were no less than twenty private schools of various sizes in Kai Feng City, but now, there was only the Five Peaks Academy. Although they were in the same jurisdiction, the journey from Kaifeng City to Niu Yang City to attend classes was not very close for those young masters, but their parents were willing. There was only one reason. The Five Peaks Academy had a good teacher.

Mister Chu is called Renjie. He was fifty-five years old.

Medium build, but strong and healthy. Cheng Ri had been wearing a Daoist crown and a blue coat for several years, but they had been well-kept. There were no patches on them and the color had not faded at all. Half a foot of beard, a bit of an air of sagacity, full of smiles, always make people feel amiable. The local dignitary called him ”Mr. Chu.

Originally, there was no Five Peaks Academy.

Eight years ago, a middle-aged warrior came from a foreign land carrying a sickly two-year-old boy who was said to have gone to the Shaolin Temple for treatment. Not long after, a private school appeared in Niu Yang City. In less than two years, due to Old mister Chu's good teaching style, his teaching style became more and more well-known. There was an endless stream of people coming to learn from him, including the nobles of Kaifeng City. Four years later, Kai Feng's Prefect gave the order to expand the private school and put the name ”Five Peaks Academy” on the wall. Twenty or so private schools of various sizes were removed from the city. Of course, Old mister Chu had also offended many of his peers within the city.

There were at least a thousand or eight hundred students who sought lessons every day, but Mister Chu was the only teacher! There were too many students, and the background was very complicated. Sixty percent of them were the young masters of ordinary families, and forty percent were the young masters of the nobles of Niu Yang City and Kaifeng City. Mr Chu did have a way, he divided the students into two groups. Ordinary students from the Hundred Families would be attending class in the west wing while the noble sons would be attending class in the east wing, separated by a huge courtyard and patio. The students in the West Wing were given homework or self-study lessons in the East Wing, and the West Wing was also given lessons in the West Wing.

It was the eighth of the ninth month. The next day was the Double Sun Festival.

Mr. Chu was teaching his students in the west wing.

The little fellows in the east wing were overjoyed because there was no mister around. These young masters were truly from the city, and very few of them were like the poor children in the west wing who loved to learn. It was because of this reason that Mr. Chu had such an arrangement.

”Heh …” ”Everyone, quiet down...”

With a ”pa” sound, something slammed onto the stage in front of him. The east wing immediately quieted down, and the little guys who were playing around slowly returned to their seats. They covered their mouths as they looked ahead, wanting to laugh but not daring to do so.

At the old man's seat, there was a little boy who looked like he was eight or nine years old. He was dressed in rich clothes and looked like a martial arts student. Standing in front of the hall, he looked quite impressive. Just now, he was the one who had called out to him.

In his hand was something that resembled a brush. It was six inches long and two inches thick. It was made of black iron. If one looked closely, they would see that it was actually a judge's pen! This was the one that was used to pat Teacher on the stage. To be able to use this at such a young age, it seemed like it had quite the background.

”Yeah, I'm talking …”

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, the little guy spoke up. With his left foot on the stage and his left hand resting on his chin, he would occasionally knock the judge's pen on the table with his right hand. However, from the looks of the forty over pairs of eyes that were staring at him with rapt attention, it could be seen that everyone admired him and would definitely not be able to see those gazes when the old teacher was lecturing.

”My father said that he and my mother will go to Fujian to offer sacrifices tomorrow, hmm... ”Hehe, I have time now. Everyone, let's talk about what's fun tomorrow.”

As soon as he said that, it immediately exploded into an uproar as everyone began to discuss tomorrow's festival.

Every father has a son, and every child has a special name.” Everyone in the martial arts world knew that as long as Tu Feng City appeared, only death awaited them. Not only were their martial arts skills among the best in the Imperial Secret Service, but their mysterious Blood Drop squad was terrifying. No one had ever seen this group before, and everyone they had ever seen was already dead. It was said that there were only thirteen people in total, and they were none other than the ”Cold-Blooded Thirteen Series” that Eunuch Wei had personally ordered to ”exterminate bandits”! Each person represented a Life Codex and a martial arts technique. Because there were only twelve Life Codex, the Piercing Wind City named itself the ”Inanimate Codex” — it did not belong to an animal, but it was definitely ten times more terrifying than any other ferocious animal! What was even more terrifying was his blade, a broken blade that was eight inches long, six inches wide, and three inches thick! Thirteen Xiao's martial arts skills were unique and unfathomable. These were the top weapons that Eunuch Wei had secretly trained for twenty years. Confucius said: 'Doesn't it make sense to learn from time to time? Wouldn't it be nice to have friends from afar? ”If a person doesn't know, but doesn't care, isn't he a gentleman as well?

In the west wing, Mr. Chu was giving his students a speech, each word resounding with power, rising and falling in waves. There were more than two hundred students attending class, and all of them were juniors from the Bai Clan. All of them were listening attentively to the explanation with rapt attention.

”Grandfather …” Oh No... ”Sir, can you please ask 'What is a gentleman' …”

While the old gentleman was reading, a student stood up and asked a question. The boy who asked the question was about eight or nine years old. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, yet he looked delicate and pretty. He wore a coarse shirt, but was extremely neat and tidy. Even at such a young age, her eyebrows revealed her resolution and determination. A yellow ribbon tied up her hair, making her seem even more gentle and quiet. It might have leaked out when he asked the question, but he was embarrassed when he heard the laughter of the children. His face was flushed and he lowered his head, not daring to turn around or look at Mister.

”Mm …”

Big Mr. Chu slowly walked to the boy's side with the steel ruler in his hand, stroking the boy's hair with his hand.

”A gentleman, is a virtuous person, and sometimes a person of status.”