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The next morning, Xiao Mo woke up early, sitting in the courtyard reading books and writing "Unity of Knowledge and Action."

After decades of study, scholarly debates, and contemplation, Xiao Mo was putting his "Mind Learning" to paper.

However, when Xiao Mo truly began to start writing, he discovered the difficulties were far beyond what he had previously imagined.

This "Unity of Knowledge and Action" had taken Xiao Mo considerable time to write, but so far, he had only written two or three pages.

So Xiao Mo thought perhaps he could establish a school, teach students to read, and also teach his Mind Learning.

First, it would help him organize his Mind Learning systematically.

Second, Xiao Mo didn't know when he might die. If he hadn't completed Mind Learning, should someone in the Hundred Generations Book inherit his teachings and continue walking this path, that wouldn't be bad either.

"Tap tap tap"

Just as Xiao Mo was becoming absorbed in compiling "Unity of Knowledge and Action," knocking came from the courtyard gate.

Xiao Mo stood up, put away his books, and opened the gate. An elderly man bowed to Xiao Mo, "May I ask if you are Master Xiao?"

"Indeed I am." Xiao Mo returned the bow. "And you are?"

The elder smiled, "This old man is named Qin Feng, I am the steward of Demon-Suppressing City's City Lord's mansion. Having heard that Master Xiao wishes to teach, this old man selected a school location last night and has come to lead Master Xiao to see it. My City Lord is also waiting there for Master Xiao."

"Much obliged." Xiao Mo bowed.

"Master Xiao is too polite. Please follow this old man."

Qin Feng led Xiao Mo toward the school.

The location was on the north side of Demon-Suppressing City, beside a lake.

This place had beautiful scenery and was often visited by Demon-Suppressing City cultivators for recreation.

However, it was also some distance from the busy marketplace, so it wouldn't be noisy.

This was indeed a good place to establish a school.

Xiao Mo arrived before a courtyard.

Above the gate hung three characters: "Great School."

These three characters were written in flowing script. While they weren't ugly, they couldn't be called particularly beautiful either.

"This 'Great School' plaque was...?" Xiao Mo asked curiously.

Qin Feng also smiled, "This plaque was personally written by our City Lord. The City Lord said this school shall henceforth be called 'Great School.'"

Xiao Mo: "..."

"Our City Lord is somewhat willful. Please forgive her, Master." Perhaps even Steward Qin felt embarrassed, his tone carrying a hint of apology.

"No matter, no matter. What the school is called isn't important." Xiao Mo bowed with a smile.

Entering the courtyard, the yard had artificial hills, a small pond, green grass and fresh flowers, stone pathways, like a garden. It looked quite nice indeed.

At the end of the winding pebble path was a large building. Looking through the windows, tables and chairs were already arranged inside. The space was large, able to accommodate about fifty students for classes.

"Roar!"

"Come catch me!"

"Sister He, can't catch us, can't catch us!"

"Sister He isn't good at being a zombie!"

"Damn it, you little rascals, stop right there for this old lady!"

"Sister He is angry!"

"Run quickly!"

Just as Xiao Mo was walking toward the school building, he saw over ten children running out from the back yard, playing noisily with He Yeye.

He Yeye was hopping and bouncing like a zombie, with a talisman stuck to her forehead, though the talisman had a turtle drawn on it.

He Yeye was working hard to hop toward the dozen children, the bell tied with red string on her ankle jingling.

The children scattered to the sides, constantly dodging He Yeye.

They seemed to be playing a game of "zombie tag."

Meanwhile, that three-zhang-tall big guy followed carefully behind them, afraid of stepping on the flowers and grass in the courtyard.

Even when the children climbed up and down on the big guy, pulling at his hair, he didn't get angry. On the contrary, when children were about to fall, the big guy would catch them and gently place them safely on the ground.

Honestly, when Xiao Mo saw this scene, he was somewhat surprised.

The girl and giant who had killed demons without blinking on the battlefield were now playing childish games with children.

When He Yeye saw Xiao Mo, she quickly waved her hand, panting, "Not playing anymore, not playing anymore. Little rascals, all stop. Your teacher has arrived, time to prepare for class."

"Oh!"

The children nodded with lingering interest.

Clearly they had no real concept of what "class" meant, just following He Yeye as they walked before Xiao Mo, curiously looking at the big brother standing beside Grandpa Qin.

These children's eyes sparkled brightly, thinking this big brother was so handsome and gave them a feeling like spring breeze.

"These are the students this old lady found for you, all little brats from the nearby alleys."

He Yeye put her hands on her hips.

"Start class. This old lady will listen to how your learning is. If this old lady is not satisfied, I'll throw you in the lake outside to feed the fish."

Xiao Mo: "City Lord, you didn't say that last night."

"Didn't I?" He Yeye thought about it. "If I didn't, then I didn't. Consider it a temporary addition. What, do you have an objection?"

Xiao Mo smiled and shook his head, "No."

"Then let's go." He Yeye turned and waved her hand, shouting like a child king, "Little ones, into the room for class!"

"Class time, class time!"

The children happily ran into the classroom but one little girl stood before Xiao Mo, nervously looking at him, then timidly bowed, "Greetings, Teacher."

"Hello, little girl." Xiao Mo smiled at this roughly ten-year-old girl. "You even know how to bow?"

"Father taught me and sister. Father used to be a Confucian scholar too." The little girl replied, clutching her sleeve.

Xiao Mo nodded, "I see. Since we've met a fellow disciple, I should visit your home sometime to pay respects."

The little girl lowered her head, "Father was killed by demons, died beneath the city walls. Only sister and I remain at home."

"..." Xiao Mo bowed. "My apologies."

"It's alright, Teacher." The little girl raised her head and shook it. "I'll go to the classroom now."

"Go ahead."

The little girl quickly ran into the classroom and found a seat.

Steward Qin walked to Xiao Mo's side and spoke slowly, "In our Demon-Suppressing City, there's an unwritten rule. If a cultivator dies in battle leaving behind children, friends and relatives should help raise them, or send them back to their clans in the Ten Thousand Laws Realm.

But these children, their parents all died beneath the Great Wall, their fathers' friends are all dead too, and their clans in the Ten Thousand Laws Realm cannot be found.

So the City Lord adopted them. They live in the back courtyard of this residence.

When they turn sixteen, they can choose to join Demon-Suppressing City's army or leave the city."

Xiao Mo nodded, "I imagine most children would choose the former." ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by ɴovelfire.net

Steward Qin remained silent.

"Teacher Qin, compared to studying, don't they want more to learn demon-slaying techniques?" Xiao Mo asked.

"Yes." Steward Qin nodded. "If you ask them what they most want to do, they all answer cultivation, then killing demons to avenge their parents. But the City Lord wants them to know that in a person's life, there's more than just killing demons."

Hearing Steward Qin's words, Xiao Mo was slightly stunned, looking toward the classroom.

Inside the classroom, that Ascension realm girl who called herself "this old lady" was again pretending to be a zombie, hopping and bouncing as she chased the children.