My wife is a sword god

Qin Feng remained silent all the way.

Lan Ningshuang sensed his emotional changes and said with concern: "Sir, don't worry about what that person said. Reading is naturally useful.

You know, the reason why the Daqian Dynasty was able to gain a foothold in the world is that the Tianjian State Master of Fengtian City has made great contributions.

And that old man is the one who practices the Wensheng Daotong."

Qin Feng sighed: "How many scholars can reach the level of Tianjian State Master?"

Lan Ningshuang was speechless and didn't know how to answer.

Qin Feng said again: "Practicing Shenwu and Wensheng Daotong both requires a lot of time and money.

Ningshuang, let me ask you, if ordinary people have such conditions and let them choose, which path will they let their children take?"

"Of course." Lan Ningshuang swallowed the words back.

"No need to think too much, it must be the Shenwu Daotong.

I used to think that it was the problem of Daqian's emphasis on martial arts and neglect of literature that led to the prevalence of martial artists in the world and the lack of literary saints.

But now I think that I was too naive at the time.

Not everyone has enough talent and resources to impact the high-level realm, and under the premise of limited ability, practicing Shenwu seems to be the only way out for ordinary people."

"In this world now, the situation of demons and ghosts running rampant is always a knife hanging over the heads of many people.

So what can you do with studying, to display your ambitions and govern a place?

Even if this is not a problem, it only applies to those powerful and wealthy families.

How many officials in various places now come from humble families?

Not to mention one in ten miles, I am afraid that there may not be one in a hundred or a thousand.

Ningshuang, do you know why this is?"

Lan Ningshuang shook her head.

"Because for ordinary people, nothing is more important than living.

And wanting to live well by studying is undoubtedly wishful thinking.

But if you learn the divine martial arts tradition and become a warrior, even if you can't join the demon-slaying department or the army, you can make a living by hunting.

At least, they can run faster than ordinary people when they encounter danger."

What the son-in-law said was just like what the honest middle-aged man said before. Lan Ningshuang thought so.

"Of course, in addition to this, there is another more realistic reason - that is, there is no way to study." Qin Feng exhaled lightly.

"No way to study?" Lan Ningshuang didn't understand what he meant.

"Heh, just like the Shenwu Daotong, there are countless martial arts sects and families, but the martial arts techniques passed down are extremely rare. The reason is that they cherish what they have.

This is especially obvious in scholars.

Ningshuang, have you ever thought about why the master of Wensheng Daoists is only in the Haowen Academy in Fengtian City?"

Lan Ningshuang thought for a moment and shook her head again. How could the Shenwu Daotong she practiced know about Wensheng?

However, after careful recollection, it was indeed found that except for the imperial capital Fengtian City, the Wensheng Daotong was basically not seen in other cities.

"My parents collected thousands of books for me, hoping to help me enter the ninth level of the literary saint, but after more than ten years of reading, there was no result.

The reason is that there are very few books on the world that record the literary saints.

If it weren't for the coincidence that I memorized thousands of books, I'm afraid I would never be able to enter the ninth level of the literary saint in my lifetime.

The Shenwu Daotong is a family of major sects, and they treasure martial arts moves and are unwilling to pass them on.

For the literary saint Daotong, even the method of practice must be explored by oneself.

And what can ordinary people's scholars get in the end?

Not to mention entering the literary saint Daotong, I'm afraid they will even find it difficult to obtain the qualifications to enter the court to display their ambitions."

After all, there is no imperial examination system in Daqian, and it is almost impossible for poor people to enter the court as officials!

"And those scholars who are lucky enough to enter the realm of literary saints are not able to make a name for themselves.

Brother Ya'an, who has been to the mansion, told me that if literary saints want to enter the high-level realm, they must rely on power.

Or they can become officials in the court or become military advisers, but such opportunities are not easily accessible to ordinary people."

Qin Feng smiled helplessly and exhaled heavily: "This is what I mean by reading without a way."

Lan Ningshuang said solemnly: "I have only heard this from you, my son-in-law.

But if that's the case, why does the dynasty sit idly by?"

Qin Feng shook his head. He didn't know about this either.

Perhaps this kind of world is just like the period when the major dynasties were fighting in all directions and the war was in chaos. It is the right way to use force to protect a piece of land from the hands of demons and monsters.

Or perhaps, ignorant people who are uncivilized and lack their own thoughts are easier to manage?

So in such a world, what results can reading have?

What can scholars do?

Qin Feng fell into confusion and fell into deep thought.

After all, there are too few scholars who have climbed to the top like Tianjian Guoshi.

And more are just ordinary people who hope to survive in troubled times.

What if one day, the method of cultivation of the literary saint spread all over the world.

What if one day, the place to learn literature is no longer limited to Fengtian City Haowenyuan?

Can this situation change?

While thinking about this, Tingyuxuan arrived.

The old man Baili, who was lying on the rattan chair, glanced at Qin Feng and asked curiously: "What's wrong? Boy, you look a little strange?

Did your wife find out about your secret visit to the brothel?"

Lan Ningshuang suddenly became alert when she heard this, but when she thought about it carefully, she would always protect her son-in-law when she went out, so her son-in-law had no such opportunity at all.

This old man is just talking nonsense, he is really bad.

A trace of displeasure flashed across Lan Ningshuang's eyes.

Qin Feng turned a deaf ear and stepped into Tingyu Pavilion.

Cang Feilan in the attic heard the noise and saw the visitor. Just when she wanted to greet him, she was handed a candied haws.

Then it was Qin Feng who was in deep thought and walked onto the fifth-floor book pavilion.

"What's wrong with him?" Cang Feilan murmured to herself, then glanced at the candied haws in her hand, and a sweet smile appeared between her eyebrows.

Time passed quickly, and it was evening.

As the page in Qin Feng's hand closed, the last trace of literary energy finally filled the ninth step in the sea of ​​​​gods!

A dazzling white light lit up, and Qin Feng's consciousness was also pulled into the sea of ​​​​gods.

He followed the guidance from the unknown, slowly climbed up the steps, and finally stood in front of a white stone platform.

"Is this the platform for questioning the heart?" Qin Feng looked curious.

As soon as the voice fell, the light patterns on the platform for questioning the heart flowed, like a rippling water surface.

A white figure slowly appeared, and the face could not be seen clearly. The lips slightly opened and a voice came out: "What kind of person are you?"

Is this the test of questioning the heart?

Qin Feng widened his eyes, and then began to frown and think.

The words of the ancient saints he had read in his previous life flashed through his mind one by one.

He only needed to copy a few sentences casually to establish a tall and majestic image.

But what's the point of this?

There is no one else here, and there is no one to show off.

Strangely enough, this is the first time he has seriously thought about this question.

He recalled everything after crossing into this world. Apart from increasing the GDP of Jinyang City, it seems that he has not done anything amazing?

He thought of Senior Li, who was determined to protect one side, but not everyone can be a hero.

He likes beautiful women and yellow and white things. Sometimes he gets excited and does some righteous things.

But most of the time, his choices are just like many people who are prudent and self-protective.

He smiled indifferently: "It turns out that I am just a vulgar person who is greedy for money and lustful. It is good enough to be upright and have a clear conscience."

Xu Bai's figure swayed slightly, and he asked again: "What do you think scholars should do?"

"What should scholars do?

Oh, what can scholars do in this world?

If it weren't for my limited physical talent, I would have given up literature and followed the martial arts." Qin Feng sneered.

High-quality literary saints only exist in the Haowen Academy in the imperial capital. In order to practice, they rely on the court army. Where can I see literary saints in other cities making a living for the people?

Those who use medical skills to teach the Tao, heal diseases and save people, but are regarded as inferior. Who stipulates this?

Can only those who rely on power in the court practice the literary saint tradition?

There are warriors running around everywhere, saving people from danger.

What about those scholars who are high and mighty in the Haowen Academy?

How many people have seen their figures and received their grace?

He thought of the stall owner's behavior of stopping the young man from writing. What's the use of reading and writing? It's a wake-up call.

A real scholar is not like this.

Qin Feng just felt upset and couldn't help but say: "Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, inherit the unique knowledge of the past sages, and open peace for all generations.

This is what a scholar should do!"

As soon as these words came out, the heart-searching platform shook, and in the sea of ​​​​gods, the white literary energy surged like a sea of ​​clouds.

"So that's it." The white figure said with a smile.

The face of the phantom gradually became clear.

After Qin Feng saw it clearly, he was surprised. The face of the white phantom was exactly the same as his!

And as a stream of clear air poured into the top of his head, Qin Feng finally stepped into the eighth-grade clear mind!

At the same time, Tingyuxuan kept shaking, and the literary energy in the books on the bookshelf surged.

The old man Baili on the rattan chair sensed the movement, pressed his right hand, and Tingyuxuan returned to calm.

He lay on the rattan chair, swaying slowly, with both emotion and relief in his eyes.