Reborn Conceited Soldier

Sikong Banyu waved his hand, signaling Ni Qingling to be quiet. He looked up at Chen Wenxian and said, "You've done what you wanted to do. Now it's our business. Why don't we talk somewhere else?"    

    

Chen Wenxian took a deep breath, stood up and said, "Allow me to say a few words."    

    

"Mm …" Sikong Banyu nodded and didn't say anything else.    

    

Chen Wenxian swept his gaze across everyone. In the end, his gaze landed on the President of the Arts Academy, Wu Mingde. He said in a clear voice: "What I have done here today, do you all feel extremely angry? Even in such a huge academy, there's actually not a single person who could stand up and ask for guidance from me. Do you know the meaning of blushing? "    

    

Hearing this, no one dared to say anything. In their own territory, there was actually someone pressing on the ground and rubbing against them. It would be a lie to say that they were not angry. However, Chen Wenxian had defeated them thoroughly in the domain that they were good at. Even if he was unwilling, he could only endure. Who told him to be no match for them?    

    

This was especially the case for the dean, Wu Mingde. As the head of the department, no one from the student lecturer's faculty could stand up for him. How could he have any face?    

    

"Hehe, I know you are unwilling, but there is nothing I can do about it. Look at what has become of these huge academies of literature. They are filled with a thick miasma of smoke, a lack of civil and military culture, a lack of literary knowledge, and they start to be self-righteous after learning so much. Without a student's knowledge, and a teacher's responsibilities, if you continue like this, then who will be the one to cause trouble for us in Chinese literature? Do you think you can face the dozen or so sages here? "    

    

"Open your eyes and take a good look. You will be walking past here every single day. These sages will be watching you going in and out. As for you …" Yet he had only seen the scenery of the stone statue, had he seen their hopes, had he seen their heroic souls? Have you ever felt the heroic spirit of a literary person? "    

    

Everyone was silent. They had nothing to say in response. Indeed, the current literary world had long since lost its integrity. Everyone was no longer rushing towards the path of literature, but towards the path of literature and literature. There were still many people who were willing to wholeheartedly walk the path of literature and spend their entire lives, hoping to open the door to the success of literature and enjoy the glory of human beings.    

    

In fact, everyone was well aware of this. However, just like how others were showing off in front of others, they would often reveal their best side and show it off to gain the envy and approval of others. However, the part of their hearts that bled deep within them was hidden deep within themselves so that no one would be able to see it.    

    

"Perhaps, many of you have been wondering about my identity! Why would I, Chen, comment on what you have been waiting for? Unfortunately, I will tell you this, because I have the right, because this is the teachings of my ancestors. Perhaps some of you have some impressions of the name Chen Wenxian, because the origin of this Huaxia Normal University was created by this person. "    

    

"As Chen Wenxian's descendant, I will always remember the teachings of my ancestors. This is the holy land of the literary world, no matter when, no matter how the years pass, this is always the place where the teachings are passed down, always the place of holiness. To this day, when I see the Huaxia Normal University today, I am truly grief-stricken. I truly cannot imagine what kind of feeling my ancestor would have when he saw this scene. "    

    

When he said this, everyone stared at Chen Wenxian in shock. His ancestor was the creator of Huaxia Normal University? How is that possible? How come I've never heard of it? There were some people who knew a little about the history of this school. However, no one had ever heard of Chen Wenxian.    

    

"You … "Are you Mr. Chen's descendant?" As the dean of the institution, he was very clear about the origin of Huaxia Normal University. When he heard Chen Wenxian's name just now, he felt that it was a little familiar, but after hearing it from Chen Wenxian, he finally remembered, Huaxia Normal University, back in the Qing Dynasty, was originally called Beijing Normal University's Teacher Training Hall. It was ruled by the then Minister of Management, Zhang Baoxi, and Chen Wenxian was sent by the emperor to supervise.    

    

But the Huaxia Normal University had always been passed down, and there was always a supervisor hidden in the shadows, guiding the way of the Huaxia Normal University so that it did not take many turns and was preserved as a holy land where the literary world spread its Taoism. However, Chen Wenxian and his descendants did not appear in the school again after the destruction of the Qing Dynasty. Chen Wenxian was treated as a wild history and did not pay much attention to it. However, he did not expect that the legend would appear in front of his eyes today.    

    

Chen Wenxian snorted and looked at Wu Mingde, "It seems that it's not that no one knows him, but at least you know about the existence of a supervisor like me." I do not have much time left today, so I do not have much time left to scold and scold you. But let me tell you, if the next time I return, this place is still in such a terrible condition, I would rather destroy it than allow you unruly disciples like you to ruin the glory of the seniors. "    

    

With that, Chen Wenxian turned to Sikong Banyu and continued, "Let's go! Let's go somewhere else to talk. I don't want to see more of this place. "    

    

Sikong Banyu stood up and shrugged. He made a gesture, "Clear it up!"    

    

"Ah …" Wu Mingde looked at the departing backs of Sikong Banyu and Chen Wenxian. He opened his mouth wanting to say something, but no words came out. As for the others, they didn't dare to say a single word.    

    

When the two of them walked out of the school gate, Chen Wenxian's face revealed a relieved expression. He glanced at Sikong Banyu and sighed. It's just that I feel a bit guilty. After all, I didn't really fulfill my duty as a supervisor. After so many years of seeing its transformation, I haven't truly changed it. "    

    

This school was just like its children. The wooden rope was straight, and the gold was tempered. However, he, Chen Wenxian, had his own difficulties and could only watch helplessly at these changes. If it weren't for the fact that he was dying, he probably wouldn't have dared to stand up and say such words. It was as if many things were destined to happen from the time he drank and pecked. Fate.