Xu Qi'an was an open-minded person and wouldn't take it to heart because of a small matter. Since his sister couldn't be carved, he wouldn't carve her.
Wouldn't it be better to bring her to the academy and give her a beating? Why waste your breath?
However, Li Miaozhen stopped Xu Qi'an from abusing the child. Tenzō Shōnin frowned and said unhappily, "Let's talk about it. Why do you have to be rough with a child?"
"Saintess, you will never know how terrible it is to be the parent of a naughty child …" Xu Qi'an gave her face and turned to enter the courtyard.
There was only a mother and daughter pair in the courtyard. Xu Lingyue, who had a sharp face and distinct facial features, was embroidering on a small wooden stool.
The wooden stool could no longer accommodate her plump buttocks. The supple buttocks were overflowing and protruding under her skirt.
Auntie was doing nothing at the side. She tied a knot in her lotus green skirt at her calves and squatted by the flowerbed. She held a small wooden shovel and a small pair of scissors, working on the flowers and plants.
Other than beating up Xu Lingyin, this was the only hobby of his aunt.
Her personal maid, Lü 'e, was helping her.
"Big brother!"
Seeing that Xu Qi'an had returned, Lingyue was overjoyed. She put down her needlework and greeted him with a bright smile.
She glanced at Li Miaozhen, Susu and Zhong Li out of the corner of her eye.
That scrutinizing expression clearly showed that there was a natural and instinctive hostility between beautiful women.
"It's okay. We can go home today."
Xu Qi'an pinched her nose and looked at the house. "Where are Erlang and Second Uncle?"
"I don't know where father went to practice martial arts. Second Brother is studying with Teacher Zhang." Xu Lingyue's voice was melodious and soft.
Xu Qi'an nodded. Just as he was about to speak, Xu Lingyue asked curiously, "Big brother, who is that sister?"
She was asking about Zhong Li.
Although Zhong Li had been with Xu Qi'an for a long time, she had never officially shown her face. This was the first time Xu Lingyue had seen her.
"Caiwei's Senior Sister," Xu Qi'an replied.
"Oh, that good-for-nothing girl's senior sister …" Xu Lingyue suddenly understood.
Rice Bucket was the nickname she gave to Chu Caiwei. Chu Caiwei was Rice Bucket One, Lina was Rice Bucket Two, and Xu Lingyin was Rice Bucket Three.
In fact, those who knew these three good-for-nothings had similar nicknames in their hearts. For example, in the courtyard, when the young girl was shocked to find that she was dirty, she angrily picked up a bamboo stick and chased after the young girl.
The nicknames his aunt had given Lina and Xu Lingyin were: Stupid Girl and Child, Gluttonous Girl and Child, Stupid and Gluttonous Girl and Child.
And so on.
"Isn't it tiring for me to wash your clothes every day? You damned child, you don't know how to care for me at all! "Aunt's roar could be heard.
"Then when I beat you, I don't need to treat you as my daughter."
Xu Lingyin's retorted, "If I'm not your daughter, why are you beating me?"
Aunt choked and became furious. "… You still dare to talk back!"
…
Xu Qi'an took Zhong Li out of the small courtyard. They shuttled between the houses and courtyards, followed the principles laid by the bluestone slabs, and occasionally walked up the stairs. After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, they arrived at a valley full of bamboo forests.
Bamboo was mostly in the south. Daibun claimed to be the rightful ruler of the Land of the Nine Prefectures and dominated the Central Plains. However, the geographical location of the capital was in the north-central part of the Land of the Nine Prefectures.
The climate was not suitable for bamboo to grow.
The bamboo forest in Mount Qingyun was very rare.
Summer had just arrived, and the bamboo forest in this season was verdant and lush. When the mountain breeze blew, the bamboo rustled, and it was quite artistic.
But what Xu Qi'an was thinking about was how to make bamboo wine.
A small attic was hidden in the bamboo forest, like a private room for a hermit. A cobblestone path led to the attic, covered with bamboo leaves.
"Dean, Xu Qi'an is here to visit!" He bowed toward the attic.
Light flashed before his eyes, and he had already teleported from the outside into the attic. Dean Zhao Shou sat by the table, sipping tea, and looked at him with a smile without saying a word.
He wore an old Confucian robe that had turned white from washing, and his slightly messy white hair exuded the aura of a Cynic.
Zhao Shou was the most unstylish high-ranked powerhouse that Xu Qi'an had ever seen. They were both old men, but the Supervisor's clothes were whiter than snow, and he looked like an immortal. Great Master Du 'e also wore a gorgeous kasaya embroidered with golden threads. He had an indifferent aura, and he looked like an accomplished monk.
Dean Zhao, on the other hand, gave off the vibe of Kong Yiji or Fan Jin …
'Hmm, I almost forgot about Taoist Cat. Taoist Cat also looks like a wandering Taoist, and he's very down and out …' Xu Qi'an added in his heart.
"Thank you for your help, Dean." Xu Qi'an expressed his gratitude.
"You taught me to establish a heart for Heaven and Earth, establish a life for the people, continue learning for the saints, and establish peace for all ages. You haven't forgotten this," Zhao Shou said with a smile.
'Dean means that as long as I don't forget my original intentions, we're still good friends …' Xu Qi'an smiled and bowed, then made a request to his good friend.
"I came to the academy to borrow a book from you, Dean."
Zhao Shou looked at him and nodded slightly.
"The Lost Works of Great Zhou." Xu Qi'an remembered Father Wei saying that if he wanted to know the princess's secret, he had to go to Yunlu Academy to borrow this book.
"Haha!"
Zhao Shou said with a smile, "This was written by a great scholar of the academy six hundred years ago. He was born in the late Great Zhou and was active in the early Daibun period. He compiled what he saw and heard about the Great Zhou into a book. There's only one copy of this book in the world, and it hasn't been printed. Only a few people have read it. "
'So that's why. No wonder Huaiqing hasn't heard of it. Even a female scholar can't read all the books in the world. She must have a purpose in reading books that she likes.'
Xu Qi'an suddenly understood. Then, he heard Zhao Shou say with a smile, "You must have heard of that great scholar. His deeds have been inscribed on a tablet, and it's in the mountains."
With a flash of inspiration, Xu Qi'an blurted out, "The Second Rank Great Scholar, Qian Zhong, who carried the resentment of the people and destroyed the last fortune of the Great Zhou?"
When he first came to the Yunlu Academy, Erlang had brought him around the academy and mentioned the great scholar named Qian Zhong.
Zhao Shou said with emotion, "He's a scholar worthy of respect. He's truly famous in history, unlike those four guys who always want to take the crooked path."
"May I ask if those four guys who take the crooked path are Zhang Shen, Li Mubai, Yang Gong, and Chen Tai …" Xu Qi'an cursed in his heart.
Zhao Shou spread out his hands and said leisurely, "The Lost Manuscripts of the Great Zhou is in my hands."
Light flashed, and an old scroll appeared in his hand. On the cover were the words: Lost Manuscripts of the Great Zhou!
Xu Qi'an looked at this scene in a daze. Even though he was very familiar with the Confucian school's boasting method, every time he saw it, he always had the urge to say, "It's fine if I don't cultivate martial arts" or "Coach, I want to learn Confucianism."
A man is afraid of entering the wrong profession. Second Uncle harmed me … He sighed in his heart.
Taking the Lost Manuscripts of the Great Zhou from Zhao Shou, Xu Qi'an asked, "Can I take it with me?"
Zhao Shou said, "No!"
What a straightforward refusal … Xu Qi'an looked down and flipped through the pages. With his current eyesight, it was not difficult for him to read ten lines at a glance.
Since this book was called the Lost Manuscripts of the Great Zhou, the things recorded in it were actually a supplement to the official history. What was recorded in it seemed like unofficial history at first glance, but it had indeed happened.
For example, the famous Immortal Official Li Mu in the history of the Great Zhou. The history books said that he was dissolute by nature and had countless female confidantes, but in fact, there was a fox demon among his female confidantes. She was from the Southern Demon lineage, Nine-tailed Celestial Fox.
These were secrets that would not be recorded in the official history.
Just like the secondary sage of the Yunlu Academy who pointed a deer as a horse, this Li Mu was actually a talent written by Dong Hu … Xu Qi'an nodded and continued reading.
Finally, he flipped to a record that could be called a folk myth.
During the reign of the Great Zhou Emperor, there was a Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers in the south. The valley was filled with beautiful flowers that bloomed all year round. It was said that there lived a beautiful Flower Goddess in the valley.
The Flower Goddess was born from an immortal and took on the form of a human. She gathered the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth in her body. Whoever could obtain the Flower Goddess's spiritual essence could be reborn and become immortal.
After Emperor Long De heard of this, he sent people to the south to search. After thirteen years, they finally found the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers and found the beautiful Flower Goddess.
The army surrounded the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers and forced the Flower Goddess to enter the palace. The Flower Goddess was unwilling and summoned lightning to destroy herself. Before she died, she cursed: The Great Zhou will perish in three hundred years.
Indeed, three hundred years later, the Great Zhou's fate came to an end.
At the end of the story, there was a poem:
Born to shock all the beauties,
Graceful to the utmost Mu Xiyang.
Praised by the masses as a national beauty,
Spirit-type people provoke emperors.
Xu Qi'an expressionlessly closed the book. However, his heart was not calm, it was even turbulent.
"Isn't this poem about the Princess? Damn, the Princess is the Flower Goddess from nine hundred years ago … No, the reincarnation of the Flower Goddess?
"So this poem is about the Flower Goddess from three hundred years ago. I always thought that the poem was too famous and it attracted the attention of the Yuanjing Emperor, so she was sent to the palace.
"No wonder, no wonder everyone says that the Princess's spiritual essence is a good thing. So there's this story. Indeed, it's good to read more. There was no doubt that she could be reborn, but she might not be immortal. Otherwise, why would the Yuanjing Emperor give the Princess to the King of Zhenbei?
"The Flower Goddess is indeed the number one beauty of Daibun. Her charm is unparalleled. Tsk, she's also a pitiful woman. "
Xu Qi'an returned the book to Zhao Shou and asked, "Was this poem written by Great Scholar Qian Zhong?"
Zhao Shou shook his head. "No."
"Oh, Great Scholar Qian Zhong is only a recorder. Then I have no doubt. Otherwise, how could the old monk who told the mystery of the Princess's life know about this poem? It would become a logical loophole …" Xu Qi'an complained in his heart.
While chatting with Dean Zhao Shou, Xu Qi'an's ears suddenly moved, and he turned his head to look outside the building.
He saw three great scholars coming together. They looked around and were surprised to see Xu Qi'an.
"You deserve to be a student taught by the three of us. You killed two thieves at the entrance of the market and saved the situation with your own strength. It's inspiring."
The three great scholars praised him happily. Then they looked at the dean with questioning eyes. "When did Ning Yan become the dean's disciple? Ning Yan, did the dean ask you to write a poem? "
As they said this, they looked at Zhao Shou with eyes that said, "You are greedy for his poem. Don't argue that this is the truth."
Zhao Shou snorted coldly and said, "How can I be like you? The three immortals of a scholar are virtue, merit, and speech. It's unorthodox to pin one's hope on poetry. "
"It's good that you don't fight with us for poetry …" The three great scholars breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Shen retorted in a relaxed tone.
"The Three Great Ways lead to the same destination. Isn't poetry a cultural treasure? In my opinion, the dean is too obsessed. "
Zhao Shou waved his hand. "I'm too lazy to argue with you."
He turned to look at Xu Qi'an and said, "It's mainly because of Yang Gong, which makes them envious and jealous. In fact, Yunlu Academy is kind to you. It has nothing to do with poetry."
He glanced at the three great scholars and said with a smile, "At least I won't be like them."
He had to clarify this matter to Xu Qi'an. Otherwise, it would seem that Yunlu Academy had a purpose and always wanted to take advantage of his poetry.
To be honest, the behavior of Zhang Shen and the others was really a disgrace to the image of Yunlu Academy.
Xu Qi'an nodded.
In fact, it didn't matter to him. Anyway, the poem was plagiarized in his previous life and not written by him. As a time traveler with no foundation, he naturally couldn't miss the opportunity to expand his network with poetry in exchange for benefits.
Zhang Shen and the other two ignored the dean's sarcasm. They looked eagerly at Xu Qi'an and asked,
"You haven't written a poem for a long time. Recently, such a big event has happened. Do you feel your blood boiling and the urge to write a poem? Master can help you polish it up. "
The three great scholars looked eagerly at Xu Qi'an.
Dean Zhao Shou did not speak, but he was also quite interested and looked at him attentively.
Not only did Yunlu Academy help me protect my family, but the dean also directly held a carving knife and threatened the Yuanjing Emperor in the court. Although this is in line with the Confucian philosophy and is not simply doing me a favor, I still have to remember this kindness …
Well, I might as well copy a poem for them. It's not good to freeload them night after night … Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an said,
"I did think of a poem."
Yes, I thought of a poem. I'm just a porter of poems. He added in his heart.
The three great scholars were ecstatic.
At this time, he should have said, "Serve me with a brush and ink."
However, his calligraphy was too bad, and he didn't have a charcoal pen in his hand, so he didn't make a fool of himself. He paced around the room. When he saw the green bamboo leaves outside the window, his eyes lit up and he said,
"I got it."
Zhao Shou's eyes also lit up, and he asked, "Is it related to bamboo?"
"Dean seems to like bamboo very much …" Xu Qi'an nodded, "Yes."
Hearing this, Zhao Shou immediately straightened his back, and his slight interest was upgraded to anticipation.
Xu Qi'an recalled the full text of this poem, but in the eyes of Zhao Shou and the three great scholars, he was brewing.
"Biting the green mountain and not letting go."
Zhao Shou, who already knew that it was a bamboo poem, carefully thought about it. In this sentence, the word "biting" was the essence, and just one word highlighted the strength of bamboo.
"Rooted in the broken rocks."
Zhao Shou nodded slightly. This was a supplement to the previous sentence, and at the same time, it reflected the perseverance of bamboo in a difficult environment.
"Still tenacious after thousands of hardships, no matter the east, west, and north winds."
Dean Zhao Shou's breathing was a little rapid. The last two sentences described the attitude of bamboo to external pressure. Even if it experienced countless hardships, it was still indomitable.
Among the plums, orchids, bamboos, and chrysanthemums, he only loved bamboo. Otherwise, he would not have built his residence in a bamboo forest.
Zhao Shou had also written poems about bamboo before, but compared to this one by Xu Qi'an, he had to admit that he was inferior.
One poem and two couplets, from the inside to the outside, almost vividly described the indomitable character of bamboo.
"As expected of Daibun's poetry champion …" This high-level Confucian cultivator sighed in his heart.
"Although the mood and rhetoric of this poem are lacking, it is a rare poem about bamboo," Li Mubai praised.
"Stupid, this poem describes the indomitable and tenacious simplicity of bamboo. The rhetoric is gorgeous, but it is inferior." Zhang Shen criticized.
"At first glance, it seems to be a poem about bamboo, but in fact, it is a metaphor for people. Wonderful, wonderful." Chen Tai stroked his beard and laughed.
After the three great scholars finished their comments, they immediately looked at Xu Qi'an, "Does this poem have a name?"
Xu Qi'an immediately knew what they were thinking. He smiled and shook his head, "It has not been named, so it needs to be embellished by the teachers."
The three great scholars tacitly took a few steps back and looked at each other warily, thinking about how to fight for the authorship.
At this moment, Zhao Shou laughed and said, "Let me name this poem."
“？”
Zhang Shen and the others stiffly turned their necks to look at him. Didn't they say that Xu Ningyan's poems were not good enough?
Zhao Shou frowned and said unhappily, "Why are you looking at me?
"Why are you all looking at me? Isn't this poem Xu Ningyan used to describe me? I have guarded Yunlu Academy for decades, just like this bamboo, clinging to the green mountain and not letting go, regardless of the wind. "
After saying that, he did not wait for the three great scholars to react and said, "Retreat for three hundred miles, don't disturb me while I write my poem."
As soon as he finished speaking, the three great scholars disappeared without a trace.
Zhao Shou spread out the paper and picked up the brush excitedly. As he wrote, he sighed with emotion, "Good poem, good poem, my life is complete. Well, Ningyan, this poem was written by you, but I, as your teacher, am giving you some pointers and embellishing, right? "
At this moment, the three great scholars appeared in a flash and said angrily, "Dean, stop!"
Zhao Shou waved his sleeves and said, "Retreat for five hundred miles."
The great scholars disappeared, but in the next second, they appeared again and roared, "Shameless old thief, we can't live under the same sky as you."
"It seems that you haven't exercised your muscles for a long time. Forget it, I'll help you."
"We're not scared. So what if you're a third-grade scholar? We're not afraid of you if we join forces."
"Ha, it's not that I look down on you, but even if there are ten more of you, I can easily suppress you."
Xu Qi'an pulled Zhong Li away.
…
At the top of Qingyun Mountain, clear air rushed into the sky, blowing away the clouds. Four figures were fighting in the sky, dealing with each other's moves.
The commotion was so big that it immediately alarmed the students and teachers in the academy.
"Why are the Dean and the great scholars fighting?"
"What, what's going on? Why are they fighting for no reason? Don't get us into trouble."
"It's quite common for the three great scholars to fight, but why is the Dean fighting? What happened? "
"It's not common for the three great scholars to fight. The previous few times were because of Xu Shikui's poems."
At this moment, someone whispered, "I, I think I saw Xu Shikui bring a woman to the Dean's bamboo forest."
No way … There was a sudden silence, and the faces of the students and teachers were burning.
On the other side, in the small courtyard where the women of the Xu family were resting, Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuanzhen suddenly raised their heads and looked up at the sky, their hearts palpitating.
"Don't worry about it. Big Brother must have composed another poem and the three great scholars are fighting." Xu Erlang waved his hand.
"This doesn't seem like something a Level Four master can do …" Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuanzhen thought.
The two didn't care and continued to listen to Xu Erlang.
"Lingyin has a very strange talent. She can't learn anything she doesn't want to learn, no matter how much she is taught. So don't think that you're special and can enlighten her. "
Xu Erlang almost said, "Don't embarrass yourselves."
Li Miaozhen shook her head. "That won't do. When I stayed at the Xu family, I promised Mrs. Xu that I would help teach Lingyin. Later, I was delayed by something. Now that everything is over, it's time to fulfill my promise."
Chu Yuanzhen smiled. He had seen many smart people, and it was fun to occasionally meet stupid people.
…
When Xu Qi'an and Zhong Li returned to the small courtyard, they noticed that the atmosphere in the courtyard was a little stiff. Li Miaozhen sat on a small stool. Her beautiful face was a little dull and her pupils were unfocused.
She looked like a lovelorn girl, depressed and dispirited.
Chu Yuanzhen held his unsheathed sword with his back against the wall. He was expressionless, but the blue veins on his forehead betrayed him.
"You two seem to have encountered something unhappy?" Xu Qi'an looked at his two companions.
The two ignored him.
Xu Erlang sighed. "Master Chu and Taoist Li insisted on teaching Lingyin how to read and do arithmetic."
Xu Qi'an was shocked and cupped his hands at the two.
Li Miaozhen felt that Xu Ningyan was mocking her, so she grabbed a small stone and threw it at him.
…
After lunch, Xu Qi'an brought his family back to Xu Manor. Second Uncle Xu hired three horse carriages and went to the outer city to summon the servants.
When the servants returned, Aunt Xu instructed them to clean.
Xu Qi'an sat on the roof, watching the servants come and go busily. He listened to Chu Yuanzhen and Xu Erlang talk about Dao and show off their knowledge.
In the inner hall, Chu Caiwei brought the best pastries from Osmanthus Restaurant. Lina and Xu Lingyin ate happily with her.
Li Miaozhen sat cross-legged in the guest room, cultivating. Susu chattered non-stop.
Beside him, Zhong Li, wrapped in a cloth robe, hugged her knees and obediently accompanied him.
'With Xu Manor's current battle strength, even if the Yuanjing Emperor wanted revenge, unless he sent an army to surround us, he wouldn't be afraid of assassination.' Xu Qi'an thought.
When the Jinlian Taoist priest's lotus seeds ripen, we will have to leave the capital. At that time, I will have Yang Qianhuan and Caiwei look after the family.
The Supervisor promised me that he would protect Xu Manor. He doesn't want me to kill my way into the palace and behead the Yuanjing Emperor with my own hands.
"Sit here and don't move. I will go in to see an important guest. Come back after she leaves." Xu Qi'an turned to warn Zhong Li.
Zhong Li nodded silently. "Mn."
Xu Qi'an jumped off the roof and returned to his room. He closed the door and windows, then took out the fragment of the Book of the Underworld and poured out a talisman sword.
This talisman sword was given to him by Luo Yuheng when she dragged Chu Yuanzhen to the north.
Xu Qi'an still didn't know if his kind aunt gave him this thing because she wanted to be on good terms with him or if the Jinlian Taoist priest asked for it for him.
Before returning to Xu Manor, he used the fragment of the Book of the Underworld to contact the Jinlian Taoist priest. Through him, he confirmed that Luo Yuheng was half one of his people and could be trusted.
The Jinlian Taoist priest also said that the talisman sword could be used as a messenger for him to contact Luo Yuheng. He didn't need to go to the imperial city himself.
Holding the talisman sword tightly, he mobilized his primordial spirit and sent in a wisp of mental energy. He said in a low voice, "State Preceptor, State Preceptor, I am Xu Qi'an …"
It was better to get to the bottom of the matter of the soul pill. Otherwise, it would feel like there was a fishbone stuck in his throat. In addition, it was also a reminder to Luo Yuheng so that she could be on guard against the Yuanjing Emperor causing trouble.
At the same time, he could also increase the favorability of the beautiful woman and strive to make Luo Yuheng a big boss that he could rely on in the future.
Aunt, I don't want to work hard anymore …
He repeated it for a while, but the talisman sword didn't respond.
It seems that the State Preceptor doesn't want to talk to me. As expected, my identity and status are too low. In the eyes of a noble woman like Luo Yuheng with a strong cultivation base, I'm still too far away …
Xu Qi'an thought helplessly.
He was about to give up when suddenly, a golden pillar of light fell from the sky, penetrated the roof, and descended into the house.
In the golden pillar of light, a beautiful figure condensed. She wore a lotus crown and a Taoist robe. There was a bright red cinnabar dot between her eyebrows, and her facial features were extremely beautiful.
She had the intellectuality of a kind aunt, the charm of a mother's friend, and the beauty of a girl next door. It was inexplicably touching.
She actually came?
Before Xu Qi'an could be pleasantly surprised, he suddenly heard the sound of tiles rolling from the roof. Then, a figure rolled down from the eaves and landed heavily in the courtyard.
Zhong Li didn't move for a long time. After a while, she crawled up and walked away quietly.
Luo Yuheng suddenly realized something and said, "Why is there someone on your roof? She came too fast, I didn't notice. "
"…"
No, it's not that you didn't notice. It's fate that made you deliberately ignore her. Poor Senior Zhong …
Luo Yuheng's clear eyes moved, and she was as cold as a fairy. She nodded and said, "Why are you looking for me?"
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