Da Bong fights more people

Xu New Year followed the Confucian way of practice.Yunlu Academy was founded by the disciples of Confucian sages, with a history of 1000 to [-] years.

It is a sacred place that scholars all over the world dream of.

The transcendent status of Yunlu Academy is not only that the founder of the school is a disciple of a sage, the most important point is that it is the only remaining academy that can practice Confucianism and Taoism.

The ninth grade of Confucianism: enlightenment.

Enlightenment can only increase memory, see ten lines at a glance, and strengthen learning ability, but it is still the five scum of war.

"I don't have a clue for the time being, the teacher said to realize it by myself." Xu Xinian shook his head regretfully.

"You can refer to the enlightenment state." Xu Qi'an said: "How is the enlightenment state achieved?"

Xu Nian recalled: "If you memorize the classics of the sages upside down and turn them into your own use, you will be enlightened."

It takes a lot of time to memorize the former, and the latter depends on a certain understanding.Xu Qi'an nodded thoughtfully.

This is the same as the refinement state of the Wufu system, which involves years of hardening one's energy and blood and tempering one's body.

"If you want to cultivate your body, don't you also need to exercise your body?" Xu Qi'an asked.

Xu Nian thought for a while, and said: "A Confucian scholar in the state of self-cultivation has no fear in his heart, and his words and deeds can be convincing and inspire fighting spirit. I try to deduce the method of practice from the ability reflected in the state of self-cultivation."

"Did it work?"

Xu Xinnian pretended not to hear, turned to his mother and said, "An elder in the academy has left his official position and went to Qingzhou. The journey is far away. The students of the academy will see him off tomorrow and present him with poems."

Speaking of this, Xu Nian said in distress: "I haven't written the farewell poem yet."

Xu Lingyue said softly, "Second brother has no talent for poetry."

The aunt glared at her, and said displeasedly: "Your second brother is very talented, and the way of poetry was just ignored before."

Xu Pingzhi scratched his head: "Just write a few sentences, I think the poem you blurted out that day is very bold."

"Kukuku" Xu Qi'an laughed out loud.

The corner of Xu Xinian's mouth twitched, and he changed the topic stiffly: "The elder is a famous Confucian who is very good at poetry. Those who saw him off were all poetic students. In addition to admiration for the elder, they also made friends. The idea of ​​a network."

"If it can be appreciated by that senior, it will benefit a lot."

Okay, finally thinking about making connections.

Xu Xinnian is proud and arrogant, and always talks about 'friendship between gentlemen is as light as water' and 'gentlemen are friends but not party'.

After going through this crisis, he finally realized the benefits of py trading.

As the eldest brother, Xu Qi'an was very pleased.

It should be a big shot to make Erlang, who is not good at poetry, work hard to make friends. Auntie was anxious: "What should I do?"

Xu Xinnian said helplessly: "Mother, articles are born by nature, and you can get them by chance. The same is true for poems."

After finishing speaking, he said with emotion: "If I could make friends with this senior in the literary world, I might be able to save you from the prison, so that you won't have nowhere to ask for help."

My aunt suddenly frowns, she cares more about her son's future than anyone else.

A real great Confucianist has a strong character, and giving money or gifts will not work, you must do what you like, so that people think you are worthy of friendship and look up to you.

Xu Pingzhi frowned, "Your grandfather is like you, he only knows how to write articles and has no poetic talent."

Unconvinced, my aunt raised her pretty eyebrows: "What do you mean? Is it my father's fault?"

"It's all thanks to my Li family that I was admitted to Juren in the new year, because he followed me. Look at Lingyin, he just followed you, and he hasn't been enlightened yet."

Xu Xinnian and Xu Lingyue followed their mother in appearance, and their good looks made people jealous.Xu Lingyin, the little bean, has the same facial features as his father, so besides being cute, he also looks naive.

Uncle Xu was speechless.

Xu Qi'an refused to accept: "Auntie, what you said is wrong, according to what you mean, are you saying that my Xu family genes are stupid?"

My aunt didn't understand what a gene was, so she sneered: "If you had studied materials back then, you wouldn't have learned martial arts."

With Xu Erlang's stinky temper always thinking of taking the initiative to py, the status of the senior of the academy should not be low.Erlang's connections are my connections, and my connections are still my connections, so I have to help him.Xu Qi'an's thoughts flickered, thinking about the masterpieces that could be used as farewell poems in previous lives.

Although I don't intend to become a scholar, why not use resources reasonably in exchange for benefits.

Soon, he had an idea in his mind and locked on a poem.

Xu Qi'an took a hard bite of the meat bun: "Writing poetry, right? Let my aunt know today that everyone in my Xu family is talented."

What he has to consider now is whether this poem is too good.You know, all the poems that can be written into textbooks are handed down from generation to generation.

ps: This chapter is almost [-] words long, which shows that I am not short.

Chapter 18 Go shopping with a girl

As for poetry, the core law is the use of flatness.

As long as this remains the same, even in a different world, Xu Qi'an's poems preserved in his nine-year compulsory education will still be useful.

Xu Nian glanced at him and raised his chin: "There is a bird in the sky, and a worm on the ground. The bird swoops down, and the worm turns back."

"Pfft..." Xu Lingyue covered her mouth and chuckled.But when Xu Qi'an gave him a hard look, he lowered his head with a blushing face.

It's so venomous, I really want to hit him.The corner of Xu Qi'an's mouth twitched. This was a poem written by the original owner when he was ten years old. The one who enlightened the three brothers and sisters of the Xu family was his aunt's father, the talented grandfather.

Once, the scholar's grandfather tested their poems, so this superb poem came into being.

The aunt sneered, "Ning Yan, it's not that Auntie doesn't like you, the old Xu's family just gave birth to a young scholar. Your uncle and nephew's writing is like a worm crawling."

"I can't write well, but I still write poetry." The aunt curled her lips, and the gesture of rolling her eyes was full of charm.

The second uncle was a little embarrassed, and coughed: "Ning Yan, let's not get involved in the scholar's affairs, rest and take a bath today, and we two will help in the yard?"

The implication is that you kid, don't just join in the fun, you don't understand the affairs of scholars, you lose face and even cause me to be ridiculed by my wife.

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun." Xu Qi'an said flatly.

Aunt rolled her eyes and lowered her head to drink the porridge.

Uncle Xu wiped the oil stains from the corners of the young girl's mouth.

Xu Xinian frowned, he couldn't hear anything in just one sentence, but Xu Qi'an's ability to write such neat seven-character quatrains was already surprising.

"The north wind blows geese and snow."

Xu New Year was stunned for a moment, and a picture came to his mind spontaneously.