I Hung up My Phone in the Snow to Study and Became a Confucian Saint

Su Yan finished teaching the last lesson of "The Analects of Confucius" to the last student in the drafty academy. The student handed Shu Xiu three cold steamed buns. Outside the window, the sound of the hooves of the Northern Liang cavalry passed by like thunder. He sighed and wrote the last quatrain on the wall: "Four Sentences at Hengqu" Establish a heart for the heaven and earth, and establish a destiny for the people. In order to carry forward the unique knowledge of the past saints and create peace for all generations. As soon as the pen fell, a strong wind suddenly rose, the dark clouds dispersed, and a ray of sunshine broke through the sky, shining on the dead century-old tree in the courtyard. Young shoots emerge at a speed visible to the naked eye. The next moment, the sound of horse hooves came back and stopped suddenly outside the courtyard gate. A fat man in brocade clothes with a warm smile pushed open the door and walked in. His eyes glanced over the nest, focusing on the writing on the wall and the fresh green in the courtyard, and his pupils suddenly shrank. He saluted: "Beiliang Chu Lu Mountain, by order of the prince, please come to the Chao Pavilion to listen to the story." Su Yan put down the steamed bun and wiped his hands. He knew that the story of this world had completely changed from this moment on.