After listening to the news from the Lingxiao school, many of the lecture materials in Zhang Dongyun's mind are even the colloquial language used in daily conversation.

Although there is the suspicion of Confucian literary talent, but they are very common things.

Teach city people to read, no problem.

It is almost impossible to teach a Confucian practitioner.

Don't talk about practitioners. Serious scholars are not so educated.

Of course, teaching people to read is certainly not a bad thing.

But is it necessary to force?

I was caught playing truant from school, and I was sentenced to death

Chang'an, what are you doing?

Any one of them is so confused that he comes out of the private school.

A line of trucks, passing by him on the road.

Lingxiao sect elder returns to God.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the black covered trucks.

It seems that there is aura in it Any super along the direction of the arrival of the team, looking for the past.

Gradually, the mine appeared in front of him.

Ren Yichao's eyes are bright.

This time, he did not hit the blind area of his knowledge, which was the category he fully understood.

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