"It's a habit from the past. If you can endure it, it's better to endure it as much as possible."
Shen Herong was not surprised by Zhang Dongyun's sudden appearance.
"Although this person doesn't know my habits from the past, if he spreads it out, it may fall into the ears of old friends and expose my current background.
The enemy is in the light while I am in the dark. It's twice the result with half the effort. "
As she spoke, her figure changed from a white-clothed youth to her original appearance of a little girl.
Zhang Dongyun said, "It's very common to make people straighten their clothes when you speak."
Would it be discovered that someone had a habit of obsessive-compulsive disorder …
"It doesn't match the impression I gave him earlier." Shen Herong shook his head. "It's a small matter that can't be ignored."
Zhang Dongyun laughed.
"Do you think this person is a promising talent?" He changed the topic.
Shen Herong smiled slightly. "It's just planting a seed. As for what kind of fruit it will bear in the end, I won't force it."
Zhang Dongyun nodded slightly. "However, the current Confucians are obsessed with writing and poetry. It's a wonderful way for you to turn back to the in-depth study of words."
Shen Herong smiled faintly.
"When I studied the meaning of the scriptures, articles, and poems, I occasionally felt that I had reached a bottleneck.
I thought that my initial path might have been too smooth and that I didn't have enough accumulation, so I turned back to the most basic study.
I was inspired by Daoist talismans and finally figured out a new path. I happened to find it by chance. I made Big Brother laugh. "
"There's no road after mountains and rivers, but there's light at the end of the tunnel." Zhang Dongyun said, "You said that your foundation wasn't solid, but I said that it's because you have a deep accumulation that you can take an original approach."
"Big Brother, you flatter me." The little girl's eyes lit up slightly.
"Big Brother, your poem just now clarified my state of mind at that time. It's quite wonderful."
She looked at Zhang Dongyun. "Big Brother, you really hid your strength. If you cultivate the Confucian methods, your achievements may not be lower than the martial path."
Zhang Dongyun shook his head. "Impossible."
Shen Herong was a little surprised. "Big Brother, why are you being so modest?"
"The poem wasn't written by me." Zhang Dongyun's expression was calm. "Therefore, I can only say that there is no past and no after."
The truth was that he could not remember the first part of the sentence. He could only barely remember that the original composition was a seven-line poem.
In his previous life, the poems that he could remember were basically peerless poems that were widely praised.
However, he could only remember a few of the most famous lines. The number of poems that he could memorize completely could be counted on one hand.
In this world that he had transmigrated to, there was a Confucian way of cultivating and nurturing the Qi of culture.
However, it was not suitable for a plagiarist like him.
This was because he only knew how to memorize a few famous works from his previous life. If he was asked to compose a work of the same standard, he would definitely not have the ability to do so.
There were similarities between the beauty of poems and words.
The masterpiece that was circulated on the Blue Planet in his previous life was still a masterpiece in this world.
If a truly talented person were to come up with famous works such as Shuidiao Getou, Difficult to Walk, and so on, their cultural talent would surge like a spring, and their Confucian cultivation would inevitably soar.
In this world, there were two sects that were rather special.
One was Buddhism, which emphasized enlightenment.
The other was Confucianism, which emphasized accumulation.
To a certain extent, the cultivation methods of these two sects relied on talent the most.
The literary talent of Confucianism soared to the heavens, and after accumulating enough, it was possible for a peerless genius to appear and comprehend the Dao in the past.
There was a ready-made example in front of Zhang Dongyun.
In the past, when Shen Herong first came into contact with books as a child, she did not know any Confucian cultivation methods. She only focused on reading, nurturing her Qi, preserving her spirit, and understanding the principles.
However, she opened her eyes on the spot, nurtured her Qi in an instant, and entered the cultivation realm in a short time.
In the morning, she cultivated her body, in the morning, in the afternoon, in the courage of literature, and in the evening, she entered the sixth realm of Confucianism, the investigation of things.
By the time she was about to go to bed at night, she had already reached the seventh realm of Confucianism, the realm of Knowledge.
Such a speed of advancement was unprecedented, and the name of this child prodigy shook the world.
In the past, she was the youngest of the twelve Kings of Hell, but her cultivation strength was not to be underestimated.
Now that she had reincarnated and started cultivating again, her cultivation speed was slower than expected because she was trying to figure out new knowledge and cultivation methods. Otherwise, her realm strength would probably be higher than it was now.
Of course, this did not mean that Confucian cultivators would always cultivate at such a fast pace.
They would also encounter bottlenecks, and breaking through might be even more difficult than other cultivation paths.
The convenience of their cultivation path, or more accurately, geniuses, allowed them to realize their talent and potential faster.
To Zhang Dongyun, in the city, he could use any Dharma Access Technique he wanted.
However, if he wanted to quickly raise his true level, Buddhism and Confucianism seemed to be the most suitable.
But in reality, these two schools were the least suitable.
Putting aside Buddhism's epiphany, City Lord Zhang knew what kind of material he was.
In this world, less than one in ten of those who studied hard since childhood would eventually embark on the path of Confucian cultivation.
Since this was the case, it was better for Master Zhang to take advantage of the convenience of the Spirit Stone Jade Embryo and focus on practicing martial arts.
However, he was not completely useless as a plagiarist.
For the geniuses of Confucianism in this world, the exquisite quatrains that he remembered could have the effect of enlightening them by analogy.
After all, he really did have a foundation.
"So it's just a fragment."
Shen Herong's tone was regretful. "However, this kind of literary talent is most likely not from a nobody. Big Brother, do you know who wrote it?"
"It's a broken ancient scroll with only a fragment of the word" Duan "and no name left," Zhang Dongyun said.
Shen Herong's eyes lit up when he heard this. "If it's an ancient scroll …"
"That's right." Zhang Dongyun nodded. "There are a few others, but most of them are incomplete."
Shen Herong let out a long breath. "Big Brother, don't be in a hurry to speak. My mind was a little chaotic just now, and I need to calm down. Otherwise, it's useless to listen to it. It's really a waste."
She smiled. "Like just now, when Big Brother gave me a hint, it was like a stroke of genius. It's too wonderful for words."
Zhang Dongyun looked at the girl in front of him and smiled faintly. "Compared to when we first met, you are more like a child now."
"I've made a fool of myself."
Shen Herong spread out a piece of paper on the table and picked up a brush to write.
Zhang Dongyun's mind moved slightly.
On the other side, his projection of Mr. Dark Cloud received a report from his subordinates.
"Senior, there's someone outside the city."
Hui Tianyu, who was always calm, had a slightly strange expression at this moment. "It's Elder Yun Chen of Fuzhen Guan."
Elder Yun Chen was in the seventh realm of Taoism, the Nascent Soul realm. In Fuzhen Guan, he was a senior master who was second only to the Abbey Dean.
Previously, it was said that he was recuperating in seclusion.
"Go and ask him the purpose of his visit," Mr. Dark Cloud ordered calmly.
Hui Tianyu answered, "Yes, I'll go now …"
"No." Mr. Dark Cloud interrupted him.
He had a more suitable candidate.
Many things were trash if placed in the wrong place, but resources if placed in the right place.
Just like some people were suitable for some things.
"Let Cao Feng go."
The old man in black said lightly.
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