Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 153 Farewell

   "Qinhuai event, why don't Ange leave behind some insights? With Ange's writing style, it will be a great honor." A fellow villager persuaded Zhu Pingan to stay.

  Then uncle Zhu Shouren and others also persuaded Zhu Pingan to stay and witness this grand event together.

   "Ping'an is homesick, so I can only let down the kindness of my uncles." Zhu Ping'an shook his head, showing no sign of being moved.

  When the uncle and others saw this, they could only look at Zhu Ping'an with pity.

Standing at the street corner, Zhu Pingan looked at the uncle and others who couldn't wait to say goodbye and rushed to the other side of the Qinhuai River. He was a little bit emotional for a while. Did the uncle know that when he was spending the hard-earned money of the old house, the grandparents of the old house, etc. What kind of hard work people are doing!

   Glory to the ancestors will only discredit and shame the ancestors!

   Zhu Ping'an was heartbroken about this, and his egg hurts!

  When Zhu Pingan thought of Guangzong Yaozu, that magical and inexplicable luck appeared again.

  I remember the last time I was in the old house, I vaguely felt that my luck seemed to have changed. I felt that I could vaguely see something else in my luck. Now it seems that there has indeed been a change, because I can see it clearly.

On the heads of several villagers, including the uncle who was rushing to the other side of the Qinhuai River, there appeared a pillar of luck, but there was a film-like thing on the outside of the pillar of luck, which should protect the luck. Don't let it lose its effect.

  It's just that at this time, the protective film on the outside of the Qi Luck Pillar like the Uncle and the others has a loophole, especially the Uncle, the protective film on the Uncle's Qi Luck Pillar is like a sieve. In Zhu Ping'an's sight, wisps of almost invisible cyan luck flowed from the uncle's luck through the sieve hole of the membrane, continuously dissipating into the heaven and the earth. That's why the uncle's luck is always white, because he can't keep the blue luck.

  In addition to the uncle, the protective film of luck of several other villagers also has loopholes, more or less, all the blue luck they have accumulated through reading or the virtues accumulated by their ancestors are all lost. However, only the uncle is the most leaky. They are more sieves than sieves. There are so many and big holes. I am afraid that the number of holes is not as good as the number of holes. If things go on like this, the uncle will never even think about being a scholar.

   Could it be the same for everyone else?

  Zhu Ping'an casually turned his gaze to other people on the street. There was a bun shop owner who was distributing buns to beggars. On his head was a strong white luck, and the protective film was in good condition. Without a trace of damage, a small wisp of white Qi Luck was continuously integrated into its Qi Luck Pillar, protected by a protective film to prevent it from being lost. In the place where the white luck is the strongest, there is a small wisp which tends to change color gradually.

Looking at another scholar passing by, the protective film of luck on his head is also intact, and there is a small wisp of blue luck quietly gestating in the pillar of luck. It is estimated that when the blue luck accumulates to a certain level, he can The imperial examination was completed.

  I and my uncle stood the closest, and I didn't see that the blue luck they had lost had any intention of converging towards me, and it all dissipated in the sky and the earth.

  It seems that I can only see. No matter how clearly I can see, I can only see. I don’t have the ability to swallow other people’s luck to strengthen my luck. There is no change at all. I can only see. It’s really tasteless. But this seems normal. This is just the Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago, and it's not a world of immortals. Just seeing the luck is enough to shock the world. Don't overthink it.

   A few seconds later, Zhu Pingan could no longer see luck. As before, I can only watch for a dozen seconds.

  Uncle and the others left, and rushed to the other side of the Qinhuai River impatiently, and soon disappeared from sight.

  Zhu Pingan stood where he was for a long time, and smiled self-deprecatingly. He almost went astray. Luck is just a foreign object, how can I have the idea of ​​relying on this ability. You have to be **** your own to forge the iron, and you have to rely on yourself for everything.

   This kind of tasteless ability is fine to look at occasionally, but it can't be regarded as some kind of heresy.

   But the luck I saw just now. But it is also enough to make yourself a warning.

   If you guessed right, then the luck protective film should be related to a person's virtue. If the virtue is good, the protective film is also good. Your luck will not be lost. The so-called hard work pays off, as long as you work hard to achieve it, success will come naturally; on the contrary, if your virtue is not good, it means that your virtue is not worthy of your luck up. That luck will be lost, without luck, it will be half the effort, or even difficult to accomplish.

  It seems that luck is a comprehensive and long-term accumulation process. Reading, practicing calligraphy, concentrating on articles, etc. should be able to increase green luck, but it needs to be accumulated over time. The amount of luck is related to your progress in learning and comprehension. The protective film is about being a human being. If you have a good character and do good deeds with one heart, then your protective film will be strong, and the luck that flows into you will not be lost. On the contrary, if you do evil and behave badly, then your luck will be The protective film of your body will become thinner and even have holes. With holes, the luck you have accumulated with great difficulty will quietly pass away. If you cannot accumulate luck, it will be difficult for you to accomplish anything. That's about it.

  Uncle and others are enough for me to take a warning, to do things, to be a person first.

  From this point of view, I can see that luck is not useless, at least let myself take a warning.

  Zhu Pingan watched the backs of the uncle and others disappear, shook his head, and went upstairs with the clothes he bought for the fat man.

When Zhu Ping'an opened the door and returned to the room, the fat man had already taken a shower and was wrapped in a sheet. He was sitting on the table, eating two dishes and one soup, eating and drinking while talking. The white-bottomed black-flowered pig in the house seemed to come from the same school, and even the vegetable soup was not spared.

   The fat man was eating and saw Zhu Pingan coming with clothes, he couldn't help but his fat face was moved, he swallowed the food and said vaguely, "What a good brother."

  Zhu Ping'an is speechless. If it doesn't take ten days to see the luck, I really want to see the fat man's luck. This guy is not much better. I really want to see whose luck film is more like a sieve.

   "Brother Zhu, would you like some?" The fat man asked, pulling the plate out from under his mouth.

   "Eat it yourself, I ate it at the Hairpin Banquet." Zhu Ping'an curled his lips.

  "Hairpin Flower Banquet" Fatty heard the words, as if he had some deep hatred for the vegetables, repeated it, and buried his head in the plate again, chatting and chatting, eating and drinking again.

   After eating and drinking enough, and changing clothes, the fat man left and hurried back to the inn where his parents were staying. Just now he was too shabby to go home, but he is much better now, if he doesn't go back, he still doesn't know how Mr. Xue will deal with him.

"Brother Xue, I will return home tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. We will meet again next year for the rural examination. But you have to study hard at home. There is no such opportunity as donating supervisors for the rural examination." Zhu Pingan said when the fat man went out , mentioning the date of the trip, the fat man in the province thought he was leaving without saying goodbye.

  The fat man paused when he heard the words, and seemed a little bit reluctant. It was hard to meet a friend whom he could talk to.

"Master Fatty is amazing. You are so talented that you are fighting twice. It's just unlucky this time. Uh, when it comes to going home, I guess I may go home with my parents at that time." The fat man shook his fat face in dissatisfaction. Threatening that he is very good, but when it comes to returning home, he can't help but feel a little bit embarrassed.

   "Farewell to the township examination."

   "Farewell to the township examination."

  (end of this chapter)