The daily life of Confucian sages hitting people along the network cable

Chapter 3 Wenshan grows taller, and the sea of ​​learning gets deeper?
At Uncle Luo's house, there are many kinds of equipment that Han Zhou doesn't even know.

"Uncle Luo is a tall man."

"The master wants to accept me as a disciple."

"So, at this time, I should resonate with Uncle Luo, tell his thoughts, and make him feel that the choice is right!"

After entering the house, Han Zhou started to perform:

"Uncle Luo, your identity should be very special, right?"

Uncle Luo scratched the beard on his cheek with his backhand: "Oh?"

Han Zhou picked up a new type of optical brain and looked at it: "I guess, Uncle Luo must have a embarrassing past, a powerful enemy, and a heart-wrenching emotional wound."

"You, who were seriously injured, got mixed into the garbage ship and dumped at the third port."

"After crawling out, you lived in seclusion in this slum, plotting revenge."

Uncle Luo picked up a crystal plate and inserted it into the slot of the large optical computer, without turning his head: "You guessed wrong, I am Sheng Xuanxing who came by traveling spaceship."

Han Zhou thought for a moment: "Uncle Luo, do you have no children and want to take in an apprentice to support you?"

After Uncle Luo inserted the crystal plate, he turned on the large optical brain: "I have a son, who is currently serving in the army, guarding the border, and at the captain's level."

Guessed wrong again?

Han Zhou had an expression that I understood: "Uncle Luo, you must be a peerless expert with a special status and a special mission. You are staying in the third port of Saint Xuanxing, looking for a talented newcomer to train?"

Uncle Luo opened a software on the optical brain: "I don't have any special status. I'm a Jindan stage monk, and I live in seclusion here."

"With your brain and this story structure, if you write a novel and send it out, it will definitely hit the street."

This Han Zhou is dissatisfied. I can't write it myself, so I can't copy it?Can there be fewer novels in my mind?

"Then... Uncle Luo never thought of accepting me as a disciple?"

"I've thought about it." Uncle Luo: "Come on, write an article."

"You practice Confucianism and Taoism, right? Write an article and let me have a look."

Thought about accepting apprentices?That's good, I am really talented, although Uncle Luo didn't say it, but the exam is coming!

Han Zhou smiled and took out a diamond brick and a mace from the space ring.

Under Uncle Luo's puzzled eyes, Han Zhou put away the bricks and mace: "I'm a repairman, so it's reasonable to take out a mace..."

"I took out the wrong ring."

There is not enough space, so make up the quantity.

Although there is no large space ring, there are quite a lot of low-quality rings in Han Zhou's hand, which were found in the garbage dump before.

Take out the gel pen and notebook: "What to write?"

Uncle Luo tapped his fingers on the table: "Your pen, this book, can it be written with style?"

"Writing into ink?" Han Zhou silently put away the sketch pen and notebook, took out the original pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and started writing.

Was it to consider the ultimate move?

Han Zhou circulated his literary spirit, every word and every stroke.

"My "Song of the Great General" is almost too hot, and every time I write it, it is a little bit less literary, and I can't write it."

"If Uncle Luo sees that I haven't written it, he will definitely not want to accept apprentices."

"As I procrastinated, I regained my literary spirit and wrote slowly."

"As expected of me, witty!"

Han Zhou's writing was extremely slow, and he was getting kickbacks as he wrote. A character should have six ounces of literary energy, but Han Zhou only gave five ounces.

After procrastinating, Han Zhou accidentally discovered that when he wrote the last sentence, he actually still had two-thirds of his literary energy useless!

Han Zhou was surprised: When did my literary spirit improve so much? ! !They are close to the level of a child born Dacheng!
While thinking about it, the "Song of the General" on the paper burned word by word.

【Stuffed with smoke and cold at the end of autumn,

The scorching sun is like blood reflecting mountains and rivers.

Pedestrians who ride alone on the border die,
The four hooves step far away from the yellow sand.

The general draws his bow to the north sky,
The flags fluttered and broke.

Leaving Tianguan, the soul is broken.

Thousands of miles alone battle Yuannan.

Break through one level with one arrow! 】

This poem is a very common children's battle poem in this world.

As the words burned, the ink qi flew, and a general with a bow condensed out.

Uncle Luo glanced at the general, and stretched out a finger, just a little.

I saw the general's armor torn, howling in pain.

Han Zhou immediately praised: "Uncle Luo is really powerful, so fierce, he injured the general summoned by the general song with one finger!"

"Domineering!"

But Uncle Luo was silent: I used the Qi Condensation Ninth Level True Yuan One Finger, but I didn't point out the general song to summon the general?It's just that the armor is torn, and it is obvious that he still has the power to fight.

Uncle Luo snapped his fingers again, and the general was annihilated in ashes.

On the optical brain, various data began to be displayed.

"The Confucian and Taoist war poem "The Song of the General", the strength of the summoned object, the ninth level of Qi Condensation."

Han Zhou froze for a moment, and asked hastily: "What is this? Why can it detect and analyze the strength of attacks?"

Uncle Luo turned off the optical brain and took off the crystal plate: "My invention, the crystal plate for combat skill analysis, do you want to learn it?"

Han Zhou was excited: "Just this crystal plate, let's take it out to find a sect to cooperate with, package and market it, and definitely earn tens of millions, hundreds of millions, or even more!!!"

Uncle Luo: "You think too much. If it's wartime, it can be analyzed. It's too slow. It can only be analyzed after the war."

Han Zhou's excitement subsided: "Is that so..."

"My design idea is definitely the core selling point." Uncle Luo: "If you can be admitted to the Imperial Academy of Immortal Martial Arts and enter the Artifact Refining Department, you might be able to learn the knowledge of the system, and then complete the algorithm of this crystal plate."

"I was born in Yeluzi. I can't learn those things, but you can learn them."

Han Zhou was stunned, Imperial Immortal Martial Academy?What are you laughing at.

What if I can get admitted here?

Then can I live in the Yipin shabby shanty town next to this garbage dump?
Uncle Luo continued: "Your literary strength is very strong, and your talent should be pretty good. Come and test it."

Uncle Luo took out a mobile optical brain: "Release Wenqi."

Han Zhou released a wisp of literary spirit.

This optical brain quickly started to calculate, and began to build a virtual screen.

Han Zhou's eyes lit up.

This optical computer is definitely the latest high-tech optical computer. The virtual picture is so real, the graphics card can be sold for at least 50 yuan!

The picture was constructed quickly.

Wenshan is six feet high.

The sea of ​​learning is six feet deep.

"Wengu-level low-level talent is not bad." Uncle Luo: "If you have learned all of my refining and repairing techniques, you should barely be able to be admitted to the Imperial Academy of Immortal Martial Arts' refining department."

The talent of Confucianism and Taoism depends on the height of Wenshan and the depth of the sea of ​​learning.

The higher the Wenshan, the deeper the learning, the stronger the talent.

It is divided into four levels: Wenyuan, Wenyou, Wengu, and Wentan.

Doesn't it sound like Wengu is in third gear?In fact, those people with extraordinary talents have all gone to cultivate immortality. How many masters with Wengu talent and above are there among Confucian scholars?

But Han Zhou remembered that when he was tested in school, Wenshan was only one foot tall, and his learning sea was one foot deep. He was the most trashy Wentan level talent.

Why is Wenshan so much taller now?

Uncle Luo: "It's a pity that you are not a cultivator. If you are a cultivator, you can increase the speed of spiritual root development with some potions."

"You are a Confucianism cultivator, you can only temper Wenshan slowly and broaden your learning."

Han Zhou replied in seconds: "I can switch to cultivation! I can cultivate immortality!"

Uncle Luo glanced at Han Zhou: "Are you rich?"

Han Zhou looked at Uncle Luo, aren't you planning to accept apprentices, don't you prepare some benefits for the apprentices?
Uncle Luo looked at Han Zhou: "You are now admitted to the Artifact Refining Department, and after learning the latest algorithm and array layout, we will cooperate to develop this crystal plate."

"At that time, I will seven you three."

? ? !

Didn't it mean that adventures are everywhere after time travel!
How come I met a cheap father and died.

Met a master, but still a stingy guy!
Is there no chance to save me, Han, from poverty?
whatever.

Let's learn Uncle Luo's refining and maintenance techniques first.

"Uncle Luo, when will you teach me how to refine weapons?"

Uncle Luo threw out a chip: "Learn it yourself, and ask me if you don't understand."

"By the way, this chip consumes a lot of energy. I advise you not to use it at home."

Han Zhou finally found a common language with Uncle Luo, and he smiled: "Of course I went to school, and I will study it."

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