This is what villains are like

The man's name is Qi Qingxuan. Although he is the third master of the Qi family, because his mother is only a concubine, he is not welcomed in the Qi family.

In the early years, his mother had served as a maid in the palace. She had a beautiful face and was attracted by his father.

However, after marrying his father, his mother's old problems started to show up. It was said that she had committed a crime in the palace and was punished. There was something wrong with her spirit, and she soon became old and beautiful.

He just raised Qi Qingxuan until he was more than ten years old, then he died in depression.

Therefore, even though Qi Qingxuan is the son of the head of the Qi family, his status is very ordinary.

Although he is not inferior to a servant, but compared with the other young masters who have been guarded by maids and have been well-dressed and well-fed since childhood, they are far inferior.

Some time ago, the eldest young master of the Qi family and a group of friends visited Jiyunguan and ordered the maids to dress in colorful clothes, wear loose robes, hairpins with flower crowns, and light makeup. This caused a great disturbance in the entire Yangchun City. Come.

In contrast, Qi Qingxuan, who is also the young master of the Qi family, is extremely poor and has no one to serve him in the courtyard.

But fortunately, Qi Qingxuan has gotten used to it over the years.

The monthly routine is enough for him to buy some ordinary books and Taoist scriptures to read, but it is a little difficult to just start practicing.

His qualifications were mediocre, and he did not have the support of his mother. If he wanted to practice, the monthly spiritual stone resources would be a large expense, not to mention the expenses of beating the bones, purchasing magical tools and techniques, etc.

The head of the Qi family has more than a dozen concubines, Mei Ji, and many heirs. He would not say that he would set his sights on his ordinary heir.

The family is even less likely to waste resources on a clan member who is destined to have no future.

"It is almost impossible for ordinary people to embark on cultivation. The techniques and resources for cultivation are in the hands of major immortal sects and aristocratic families."

"In Yangchun City alone, almost all other families, large and small, have to rely on the three major families and listen to their words. Without the promises of the three major families, it is impossible to practice advanced techniques..."

"If things continue like this, we will only fall into an endless cycle. Talented and good-natured monks will have to work hard for the three major families and major immortal sects for resources."

"And these forces will not take these foreign monks seriously, they will only treat them as coolies, and they will not be able to give them advanced skills. They will not be able to break through to a higher realm and will always be stuck and stagnant."

"It's too difficult to get ahead..."

Qi Qingxuan sighed in his heart. After so many years, he finally understood the fate of all poor and low-income people like him.

If he had the ability to change all this, he would definitely ask the major families and immortal sects to hand over their cultivation techniques.

Then a real school was established, which exempted students from the resources required for practice. As long as they had talent and good foundation, they could stand out, serve the court, and be crowned kings and nobles.

It's a pity... He has empty ambitions, but currently he can't do anything.

"My mother was a concubine during her lifetime, but after her death, she was not even qualified to live in the ancestral hall as her spiritual body."

"She asked me to study the Sheji Jing arduously at the beginning, but even if I read it familiarly and memorize it backwards, what's the use?"

"Sheji is something that the emperor considers. I am just a poor commoner. Even if I am familiar with these things, what can I do?"

Qi Qingxuan put down the scroll in his hand.

Although the courtyard is not big, it is quiet and no one disturbs him. This also allows him to read the many scriptures and books requested by his mother with peace of mind over the years.

Therefore, even though he has no cultivation skills, he still has an elegant and scholarly atmosphere in his body, with poetry and calligraphy in his belly, and his whole person exudes a pure and extraordinary aura.

"Wei Gong, tell me, what are the uses of these scriptures?"

Qi Qingxuan asked suddenly, looking at a short figure on the side of the courtyard.

If he didn't ask out loud, I'm afraid even if someone entered the courtyard, they wouldn't be able to detect the figure.

It was an old man with a white beard, a childish face and a very rosy complexion.

Wearing an ordinary gray-white robe, his eyes are always half-closed and half-opened.

The whole person seems to be integrated with the world and environment of the courtyard, making it difficult to spot.

"Reading these scriptures well will naturally be useful."

"Third Master, don't worry, it's just that it's not time to use it."

The old man seemed to smile when he heard the words, but his voice was a bit hoarse and feminine, not what an old man of this age should have.

Qi Qingxuan was not surprised by this, but was very used to it.

The old man's name was Wei Gong. He was once an eunuch in the palace and was an old acquaintance of his mother.

When he was in the palace, his mother helped Duke Wei.

Many years ago, Duke Wei retired from the palace and returned to his hometown. He came to Yangchun City to inquire about his mother's whereabouts and wanted to repay his kindness. After learning that his mother had died of illness, he decided to stay with him and take care of him.

Wei Gong is not an ordinary person, but has a certain level of cultivation. According to what he said, he is at the level of the Four Realms Illuminating Nether Realm.

Over the years, Qi Qingxuan was able to avoid being bullied because Wei Gong was by his side to protect him.

Sometimes after reading the ancient scriptures around him, Wei Gong would go find some books for him, but he never taught him anything related to spiritual practice. He only wanted to let him cultivate his mind and nature, and understand the principles of governing a country and bringing peace to the world.

Qi Qingxuan was a little confused at first, but gradually got used to it and stopped asking any more questions.

"It's almost time, I should go to the appointment."

Qi Qingxuan looked up at the sky at this time, stood up and tidied up the many books on the table in front of him.

Then he straightened his clothes, said something to Duke Wei, and walked out of the courtyard.

When Wei Gong saw this, he seemed to be used to it and didn't interfere.

During this period, Qi Qingxuan would go to the appointment on time every day.

At a gathering a few days ago, he met a friend. The two hit it off immediately, exchanging calligraphy, painting, literature, and discussing family and country affairs.

Since ancient times, elegant gatherings and banquets have been popular in Daxia. "Perhaps we meet every ten days, or we seek alliances on the first day of the month." We gather together to make friends through literature, visit the mountains and rivers, and harmonize with poems and prose.

Although Qi Qingxuan did not cultivate, he had read poetry and books since he was a child, and his vision and conversation were extraordinary. He was also considered a celebrity among the scribes in Yangchun City.

He left the back door of Qi Mansion and walked to West Street. He walked along the road and soon arrived at the destination of his trip, Xiyuan.

The scenery is quiet, with pines, junipers, bamboos, small bridges and flowing water, which is the beauty of a garden.

In a pavilion, there was already a figure waiting for him.

It was a fair-faced and handsome young man, wearing a wide moon-white robe, with picturesque eyebrows, and his hair was tied between the crowns. The bookboy and maid behind him behaved elegantly and gracefully.

"Brother Shang, I've been waiting for a long time."

After Qi Qingxuan arrived, he bowed first and then sat down opposite.

The name of the person in front of me is Shang Mingyu. Although she is dressed as a man, from the figure and face, you can tell that she is a woman. However, they both call each other brother, and Qi Qingxuan does not say otherwise.

"I've met Brother Qi." Shang Mingyu smiled slightly, with red lips and white teeth.

The book boy behind him stepped forward at the right time and handed Qi Qingxuan pen, ink, paper and inkstone.