Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey

Chapter 10: steal

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Hearing this, Pei Ziyun couldn't help but be overjoyed. He had originally thought of a way to get the teacher to give it to him. This kind of ownerless thing had a shallow fate. He could absorb it by just asking to give it to him - he got it without saying anything.

He bowed immediately and said, "I will never let down my master's expectations."

When Pei Ziyun left, the hidden talisman and the figure reappeared. Looking at Pei Ziyun leaving, he seemed to be aware of it. He was silent for a moment and then said: "It's strange. Just before I presented the book, this person seemed to have become more... With some good fortune, could it be that this book is really destined to this son? With such a change, even if this son is not the reincarnation of my uncle, he must not be a mortal."

Zhao Ning was startled, then smiled hoarsely, and said: "How can there be so many blessings, but since my junior brother said so, I will give him a try after this time."

"I forgot to provide security just now. I will send Zhang Yun to inform you tomorrow."

Fame is a very serious matter. This dynasty stipulates that the county will hold a county examination, and the winner will be a child. This rule is not very strict, as long as three people who take the exam can guarantee each other.

But to take the scholar examination, you have to go to the county government examination. All children who take the government examination must register at the county ceremony room and fill in their place of origin, name, age, three-generation resume, and appearance. Guarantee, guarantee that he is a native of this county, and of pure origin, not a descendant of Chang, You, or Zaoli, and that he has not mourned his parents.

Zhao Ning has the status of a scholar, otherwise he would not be able to open a library for enlightenment.

If you don't have some connections, you have to pay two taels of silver to ask other scholars to provide guarantee, which is also one of the sources of income for scholars.

But Zhao Ning just said it. After several years of observation, the possibility that Pei Ziyun was the reincarnated master uncle was already very slim in his opinion.

Pei Ziyun came home, had lunch in a hurry, and closed the door. At this time, the sun shined through the window, through the wooden window, and shone in the room.

"Although it's not a good time to sleep, I can't bear it anymore." Pei Ziyun put the book he had just obtained under the pillow, and then lay down on it.

It's just that the effect of the plum blossoms seems to be very strong. As soon as I lay down, my head didn't fully rest on the pillow, but my eyes suddenly darkened and I fell into a deep sleep.

… …

Hear the water lapping against the shore, rising, falling, rising again, falling again.

When I woke up, I felt slightly cold. I was wearing thin clothes and was looking at a stack of manuscript paper.

"Father!" Someone called softly, picked out the candle wick with a hairpin, and handed him a cup of tea: "Father, it's late at night, you can't study like this, it's too hard."

The tea smoke curled up, and the water vapor slowly rose and filled the air. The tea was warm and fragrant. I could hear the man reply: "You are right, but I have only been able to read all my life."

As he spoke, the man lowered his head, slowly stroking the stack of manuscripts with his hand, and said in a very calm voice: "My daughter, I have been studying all my life, and I have only been selected as a scholar. The world is in chaos. It seems that I can no longer take the exam for merit. In fact, at my age, success and fame are nothing to me, they are just a testimony of our studies."

"This book is the result of my lifelong study. I am old and have despised many things, but this is the only one I cannot let go of."

The girl in front of him was not married yet, so the man gently pressed his hand on her forehead: "Your mother thinks that I have no future, your brother doesn't like to study, and there is no one in the family who can inherit it. This manuscript is your dowry. If you see a serious scholar, sell it to him for ten cents!"

The girl in front of him nodded and glanced towards her.

The man smiled and said, "Don't worry, the manuscripts I write are just for people to read. As long as someone inherits my literary ideas, whether it is my son or not, I will be satisfied."

At this point, the manuscript was hanging in the air. It was late at night and the wind was picking up. As soon as the wind turned, Pei Ziyun suddenly woke up.

"It seemed like I only slept for a moment."

The afternoon sun shone on my body, and an indescribable feeling came over me, like a trance, like joy, like regret.

"Trance is a dream, but it is completely different. Is this the true function of plum blossoms?" Ordinary people, when they wake up from a dream, still vaguely remember the content of the dream, but it will disappear soon.

But now it's completely different. There is no need to remember, everything appears in Pei Ziyun's mind.

In the dream, I became a scholar with more than ten acres of land. I was not engaged in business or farming, and the only thing I did was study.

"Read, sing every word, and think deeply about every sentence."

"Stay at home day and night, day after day, your clothes will become wider and wider, and you will never regret it until you grow old."

This kind of true scholar has gone through hardships and hardships, and moves forward bravely, which is deeply shocking to people. When such a picture flashed in his mind, Pei Ziyun couldn't help but swallow his throat.

For almost the first time in his life, Pei Ziyun felt the spirit of ancient scholars. It was much deeper than the literal meaning. No, it was too profound. It was so profound that it was unforgettable, which made Pei Ziyun a little dull at this time.

Is this a scholar

In his previous life, Pei Ziyun knew nothing.

The memory of the original owner is half-baked.

But at this time, he seemed to be a scholar who had been immersed in this art for decades. It seemed like a thread, stringing together countless scattered pearls and combining them with the memory of the original owner. After just a dream, he learned it by himself without a teacher. All this.

The whole process of ink meaning, scripture writing, policy questions, poems and poems, and the most important scripture meaning, is all in my mind.

"Is this the Plum Blossom Thief? The true role of the Plum Blossom is that it is so powerful. He can obtain someone else's decades of hard work in an instant. It's no wonder that the original owner and Mr. Xie were able to rise up and suffer disaster because of this."

"But there are also many emotions and emotions that I don't have. Is this the sequelae of absorbing Wen Si?" Pei Ziyun was always a rational and decisive person, and he felt this keenly at this time.

"It seems that stealing the rhyme of literary thought and Taoism also has side effects." Pei Ziyun couldn't help but think deeply.

… …

Woniu Village·The next morning

At this moment, the sky was just getting slightly brighter, and a morning star hung in the sky. A young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and a bow on his back arrived at the entrance of the village.

Zhang Dashan, who was keeping watch at the entrance of the village, woke up immediately when he saw someone coming.

Holding the bow and pulling up the arrow, he shouted to the man under the wall with a trembling voice: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Yuan Zhang Dashan was a little sleepy when he suddenly saw a figure appearing. He thought it was the Black Wind Thief and woke up with a start. However, he saw only one person and did not sound the alarm. When he got closer, he saw that this person was wearing a Animal skin, not green clothing, no black wolf head embroidered on it.

The man walked close to the door. He was a familiar figure. He was hesitating and heard a voice shouting: Uncle Dashan, I am Zhang Yun. Mr. Zhao asked me to come back to the village to discuss the government examination with my senior brother. Hurry up. Come and open the door. "

"It's coming, it's coming. It turns out to be Xiao Yunzi. It scared you, Uncle Dashan, and me. I thought it was the Black Wind Pirates who came, and I was scared to death.

"Oh? Our village built a mud wall last year, but this black bandit dares to come and attack us? Are you not afraid of death?" Zhang Yunjian frowned and asked.

"Why don't you dare? Two days ago, black bandits came to the village to ask for food and beauties. For some reason, they died in the ruined temple the next day. I don't know who killed them. Now the whole village is in panic, for fear of this black bandit. The bandit then came to take revenge and attacked the village."

The sword-browed young man raised his eyebrows, and there was an evil look in his eyes. He said coldly: "There are dozens of village warriors in the village, and there are even mud walls. They are still afraid of these black thieves. As long as we use some military skills, if these black thieves can If you dare to come, you dare to teach them that there is no return."

When Zhang Dashan heard this, he trembled. He had known that the son of Zhang Orion's family was brave, but he never thought he would be so bold. He trembled and looked around. Seeing no one around him, he hurriedly He said, "You can't do it. If you let this black bandit listen and really come to fight, you are not afraid, we are. Don't say this again in the future. Don't say it again."

Zhang Dashan was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly.

Seeing that the villagers in this village were so miserable, Zhang Yun looked down a bit. The village had mud walls but he didn't dare to fight against the bandits. His father lived here, but it was not safe. Although the village belonged to his own clan, it seemed that he should still fight at this time. He should have persuaded his father and himself to move away early, otherwise the house would be overturned if the thieves came to attack, Zhang Yun thought.

After entering the village, Zhang Yun walked straight forward, heading towards senior brother Pei Ziyun's home. They were in the same village, so of course they knew where each house was, so they just kept going. He didn't see many people along the way. He walked straight towards senior brother Pei Ziyun's home. go.

At this time, Pei Ziyun had already woken up early. He had fallen asleep last night and the article was well integrated, but he had many strange feelings and did not dare to think about it.

When I woke up today, I felt a sense of comfort. It is an experience that can only be experienced after a deep sleep and resting the body and mind. The original strangeness seemed to have completely disappeared.

"It seems that it has been digested. I woke up early today and can write articles. How is my level?" As soon as Pei Ziyun started, he felt a flood of literary thoughts. After careful consideration, he started writing with energy. After a while, he had already written. I wrote several articles on the table, stacked one on top of the other.

"Although I have obtained Shen Yun, I still need more practice to gradually fill in the details. I will strive to win the imperial examination with certainty and become a scholar. Then I can return to the village. I hope this black bandit will not dare to attack again."

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a knock on the door, and it was a familiar voice: "Senior brother, are you awake? Master told me last night to pick him up this morning. He said he was on the way. It's not peaceful recently, banditry is rampant, so I have to have my junior brother to protect you all the way. I hope you can forgive me for disturbing my senior brother so early."

Pei Ziyun stood up and walked to the door. He quickly opened the door and saw a young hunter with sword-browed eyebrows. He was covered in animal skins, with a knife on his waist, a bow and arrow on his back, and two pairs of eyes between the corners of his eyebrows. With some evil aura, he is his junior brother.

When Zhang Yun came to the house, he saw an oil lamp lit in the window. He was a little curious. He didn't expect that it was his senior brother who was reading in the morning. He couldn't help but became more interested. He looked into the house and saw several articles. He couldn't help being surprised and left. I went in, picked up an article, and read it all the way through. It was very insightful, and I praised it very much, exclaiming: "It's really excellent."

At this time, Mr. Pei Qian next door woke up. After a while, he came out and saw that the light was on. He saw a young man with a machete hanging on his waist and reading an article.

At this time, the young man looked back and saw a woman holding an oil lamp to look at her. He quickly saluted: "Hello, aunt, I am Junior Brother Ziyun. We worship together under the master. Today, I have been ordered by the master to come here to invite you." Senior brother went, but I was impatient and came early in the morning. I only had time to find a pheasant on the road, and I hope my aunt will accept it."

Zhang Yun handed over the pheasant in his hand, and saw that the pheasant had bright and colorful feathers. As soon as Pei Qian took it in his hand, he felt it was a bit heavy and sank a bit. It weighed several kilograms, so he quickly declined.

Zhang Yun insisted on giving it as a gift, saying that he had nothing else, but it was to make up for his senior brother before he left, in order to add glory to the Mongolian Pavilion. Pei Qian could not refuse, so he accepted it.

(End of chapter)