Nightwatcher

Chapter 39: Then Xu Pingzhi is not a son of man

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"What a poem, Ning Yan really has a peerless poetic talent." Li Mubai gave a "pop" and gave a high five.

He looked very excited, not only the surprise of readers when they saw a good poem, but also the expectation of how college students would react when they saw the poem.

Zhang Shen did not comment. Looking at Xu Qi'an's eyes, he became more and more appreciative and self-satisfied, as if the other party was really a student brought out by him.

"The text is simple, but meaningful. The lights are bright and the lights are on. It's when the man is studying... Brother Jinyan, do you remember the days when we were young in the academy?"

Chen Tai savoured this poem of persuasion to learn, and only felt that it was a three-pointed piece of wood, with a long aftertaste.

Zhang Shen was stunned for a while, recalling the scene of studying in the first half of the year, and said with a sense of loss:

"Isn't that what we were talking about back then? When I was young, my family was poor, and I could only eat two steamed buns a day. I was often hungry in the middle of the night, and I forced myself to study hard with the lights on."

Li Mubai said quietly, "Is that why you steal my eggs every three days?"

Zhang Shen said displeasedly, "How can you be called stealing about a scholar? That's borrowing. Didn't I pay you back later?"

Li Mubai blew his beard and stared: "An egg in poverty is worth a thousand dollars today."

Chen Tai "coughed", interrupted the quarrel between the two friends, and looked at Xu Xinnian: "Farewell to the old age, after the Spring Festival, no matter what your rank, you are qualified to be an official. Have you considered the future?"

Suddenly getting to the point, making everyone uncomfortable, Zhang Shen and Li Mubai shut up, subconsciously planning for Xu Cijiu.

Chen Tai looked at the two Confucian scholars who were hesitant to speak, and did not give them a chance to speak: "Usually speaking, staying in Beijing first and then releasing abroad is the right way to get promoted in the officialdom. Although I am not an official, I have a lot of people in the Dafeng officialdom. With a bit of face, I can plan for you to stay in Beijing."

Zhang Shen, who was a teacher, immediately raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's so good, I bid farewell to the old days, and thank you Brother Chen soon."

"No, no, if you really want to repay, the old man does have an idea..." Chen Tai smiled.

Listening to the old friend's words, Zhang Shen and Li Mubai felt that something was wrong.

No one said to repay you.

Just listening to Chen Tai smiled and said: "Ning Yan, you are a piece of rough jade. If you want to become a talent, you still need to carve. These two old men are very rough, you can switch to the old man."

"Go away, shameless thief." Li Mubai and Zhang Shen were furious.

Xu Qi'an seized the opportunity and immediately said, "Two gentlemen, Ning Yan does have a question to ask."

When I came to Yunlu Academy today, I came here for nothing.

"The younger generation has been stuck in the refinement realm for a long time, because he has no merits, his family is poor, and he never has the resources and opportunities to step into the refinement realm." Xu Qi'an bent down ninety degrees and bowed:

"Please sir, help me open the gate of heaven."

This is the second purpose of his coming to the academy, although he can sell the magic weapon sent by Song Qing in exchange for the money to open the gate of heaven.

But that is not happy at all, Xu Qi'an is a person who pursues happiness.

Zhang Shen shook his head and laughed: "You are desperately ill and go to the doctor. I am cultivating Confucianism and Taoism. How can you help you open the gate of heaven? How does the qi of martial arts circulate in the body, and how to go through the meridians, this is something you martial arts only know."

The difference between the systems is bigger than I thought... Xu Qi'an was a little disappointed, and asked unwillingly: "The younger generation doesn't understand, since the opening of the Heaven Gate requires the help of experts above the realm of refinement, how did the first people open it? Heaven's Gate?"

"Do you think the road of martial arts was created by someone? Was it accomplished overnight?" Li Mubai asked him before drinking the tea cup.

Xu Qi'an shook his head, expressing that he did not know.

"It was created by generations of people," Li Mubai said slowly, "Perhaps at the very beginning, the refinement realm was already at its peak. Some people, by chance, opened the gate of heaven, so the refinement realm became the pinnacle of martial arts. It took years and months to form a complete martial arts system."

"A coincidence?" Xu Qi'an caught the key words.

"It's the safest and most convenient way to help open the Heaven's Gate by an expert in the realm of refining gods, but it's not the only way." This time, Chen Tai took over the topic and said with a smile:

"When a baby is born, it contains an innate qi. As the age grows, the gate of heaven closes, and the innate qi is stored in the body. To regain control of this qi, the closed gate of heaven must be opened again."

Xu Qi'an nodded. Humans eat whole grains and miscellaneous grains, which produces impurities, which block the gate of heaven and block the operation of the qi machine.

The second uncle had taught him this theoretical knowledge before.

"There are many methods. In addition to the familiar opening of the Heavenly Gate, there are two methods: First, the breathing method."

"The breathing method needs to be practiced since childhood, soaking in medicinal baths every day, washing the meridians, and penetrating the gate of heaven. After more than ten years, it costs countless money. This method has been eliminated."

"The second method is to use external force to open the gate of heaven, which is also the stupid method used by the original predecessors. For example, swallowing the demon pill.

"The demon pill is the essence of the demons' Taoism. It contains majestic energy. If you swallow the demon pill, the majestic power will forcefully open up the eight extraordinary meridians, but because it can't be controlled, it is a nine-death solution."

So it turns out... Although I didn't get it for free, it was considered a free touch. It's not a loss... Xu Qi'an said gratefully: "Thank you, gentlemen, for teaching."

Look, humble and polite, and nice to speak. The three great Confucians smiled and stroked their beards, and were extremely satisfied with Xu Qi'an.

Located in the center of the academy is the Sage Academy, also known as the Sage Temple, which enshrines the first person who pioneered Confucianism and Taoism.

Outside the Sage Academy, the large flat paved with bluestone slabs is enough to accommodate all the students of Yunlu Academy.

Every spring and autumn, the dean of the academy will gather students here, impassionedly mobilizing the students to study hard, get a title, and die for the society.

There is a low wall mottled with red paint on the Daping, and the wall is stuck with a layer of paper that cannot be peeled off.

This wall is the bulletin board of Yunlu Academy, which is used to post articles, poems, calligraphy and paintings of the academy gentlemen, as well as excellent works that occasionally appear among the students.

Then there are some notices from the academy.

Two bookboys came to the notice, one held a roll of paper, the other smeared rice paste on the notice wall, and then worked together to unfold a huge piece of paper that was one person tall and stick it on the notice wall.

Such a move immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding students, especially the huge piece of paper with the height of one person.

"What's posted? Go, go and see."

"Hey, it's not an article, it's like a poem... What's so good about that?"

"After Lay Ziyang left the academy, the gentlemen and Confucian scholars in our academy wrote poems that didn't make any difference whether they read them or not."

While talking, the students gathered under the low wall in twos and threes, staring at the huge sheets of new posts.

The handwriting on the paper danced like a dragon and phoenix, and the force penetrated the back of the paper, and there was a sharp meaning between turning the pen and swiping.

"These are Mr. Zhang's words." Some students recognized it.

More students focus on the poems on the paper.

"Three lights are on and five lights are on. It's when the man is studying... Ashamed, ashamed. After the autumn season, I never read at night with the lights on."

"This poem looks simple and ordinary at first glance, but it reveals profound truths and is thought-provoking."

"Where is it simple and ordinary, black hair does not know how to study early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late! The road is simple, and the most reasonable words are all in it."

"Bai Shoufang regretted reading late.... I used to be too slack, indulged in hand-talking and traveling in the mountains, and my energy on reading became less and less. When I saw this poem, I realized that I will definitely regret it in the future. of."

"Which great Confucian did this poem come from?"

More and more people crowded under the low wall and looked up at the poem on the wall. When their emotions were immersed in it, they had a great resonance with this poem of persuasion to learn.

The scene depicted in the first couplet made the students feel ashamed. Although reading is also dedicated, but who can do the three-pointed light and five-pointed chicken

But this is not a lie, because such examples do exist. The great scholars and gentlemen of the academy often use their own examples to warn students.

And some of the students are very hardworking, and they also stay up all night to study hard.

What really makes the young students palpitate is the second couplet: black hair does not know how to study early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late.

As if announcing their future encounters, some young people who have been slack in their studies recently, after asking themselves, have a feeling of heart palpitations, fearing that they will regret it in the future.

In the bottom of my heart, I have the feeling of living up to the spring and striving to read.

Not far away, at the edge of Daping, three great Confucian scholars watched this scene on the sidelines, Chen Tai Fushu laughed: "They all say that poetry is useless, but everyone knows that poetry is the most moving. Xu Ningyan is truly a peerless poet."

Seeing that the poems of persuading learning actively aroused the emotions of the students, Zhang Shen couldn't help but spread a smile on his face: "This is true, he only used the effort of a cup of tea, this level, let alone today, is the history of , can also be among the best.”

Li Mubai suddenly asked, "He said that he had already abandoned his studies, do you believe it?"

The two great Confucians nodded at the same time, and Li Mubai couldn't help but smile: "Why do you see it?"

"When he wrote the poem, he asked Ci Jiu to write the poem." Zhang Shen said.

"As a scholar, how can someone write a poem on behalf of others." Chen Tai added: "Unless he is not good at calligraphy."

All scholars are proficient in calligraphy, which is the basic skill.

Li Mubai said with emotion: "It's a pity, he is already in his prime, it's too late to switch to Confucianism and Taoism."

Chen Tai was heartbroken: "To be so talented, to learn martial arts is a waste of money."

A rough warrior is not worthy of Xu Ningyan's stunning talent.

Zhang Shen seemed to have remembered something, and said angrily, "I heard the old saying, when the two of them were young, their father decided to quit the old to study, and Ning Yan to practice martial arts."

"Then Xu Pingzhi is not a son of man, and he has wasted a seed of reading. It's really hateful and hateful." Li Mubai said bitterly.

The two great Confucians agreed.

ps: I really want to put it on the shelves early and start to explode (funny).