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Chapter 469 Little Junior Sister’s Sage Time

It is said in the books of sages that it is easier to know than to act before you act.

Even the more advanced ones only emphasize the unity of knowledge and action.

But the little junior sister who had finished reading the book and never read it again now said... Act first and know later, knowing is difficult but doing is easy.

Hearing this sentence, Ouyang Rong suddenly understood why the sixth level of Confucianism after the book-turner was so interesting in the words of Little Mo Jing.

Come back.

The ninth and eighth grades are collectively referred to as lower grade Qi Practitioners.

The seventh and sixth grades are called middle-grade Qi Practitioners.

Going further up, there are top-grade Qi practitioners who can control Qi and rise into the air, and are known as great masters in the world.

The gap between high-grade Qi Practitioners and middle-grade Qi Practitioners is even greater than the gap between mid-grade Qi Practitioners and low-grade Qi Practitioners.

Ouyang Rong calmly put down the fragrant beauty in his arms.

Although he blushed slightly, Xie Lingjiang did not refuse at all. Instead, his arms were folded and wrapped around his slender neck.

She clasped Ouyang Rong's neck with her thin arms, narrowed her eyes and continued:

Then Xie Lingjiang, who had the same surprised look on his face, spun around a few times as if no one was watching, as if celebrating.

Then he walked over, put away the piano case, put the unhappy Miao Si aside on the ground, and said with a smile:
"This is a private courtyard, why is it in public? The smart Mo Jing has long since learned to shut up and go out, and he closed the door obediently and sensibly."

Xie Lingjiang's face returned to seriousness and calmness, and he gently pinched the flesh of his arm, which was holding the person's waist.

"Elder brother can't hold my clothes."

A certain saintly little girl who had just been promoted to the sixth level of sage and was still very warm. Her red skirt was spinning and flying in the air. She was really beautiful. Together with her uncontrollable smile at the moment, she looked like a blooming red rose.

After saying that, he suddenly raised his head and moved his face towards the holy and serious face that was very close at hand.

Xie Lingjiang quickly leaned back to avoid it, but turned his head, his eyes wandering, not looking at Ouyang Rong, and even patted his forehead.

She was about to speak to someone, but in the next second, Miao Si, who was looking at him, felt a black shadow flash in front of her eyes, and her surroundings became empty.

Just like the eldest daughter Jun Xue Zhongzhu in Taogu Wenjian last year before she became famous all over the world, who in the rivers and lakes on the mountain didn't know that her sword energy soars into the sky, her killing power is the highest in her realm, and she is the first person under the Grand Master?
At present, the little junior sister is less than twenty and has already entered the sixth rank of Confucianism, the realm of sage.

Upon closer inspection, Ouyang Rong strode forward, walked to Xie Lingjiang, picked her up with a smile.

"On the other hand, a certain sword holder has been caught by me now, which is what those female officials from the Si Tianjian only dream about."

"That's one sword per sword." He nodded.

Ouyang Rong sighed: "The attack power still needs to be improved."

"It's the Fairy Mo!" Miao Si corrected with a straight face.

On the piano table nearby, a little girl in Confucian attire who had covered her face and endured it for a long time jumped up and waved her hands, trying to attract the attention of a certain young couple who were not shy, muttering strong condemnations.

And if they are younger, like Xie Lingjiang who was born in a Confucian sect, Rong Zhen who is affiliated with Si Tianjian, and Lu Ya who is from Shangqing Sect, they will not only be the mainstay among the big forces, but will also be regarded as top-grade Qi practitioners. Military reserve training.

It is too difficult to advance from a middle-grade Qi Practitioner to a high-grade Qi Practitioner, so among the sixth-grade Qi Practitioners, some individuals with extraordinary talents and outstanding combat prowess will be recognized as minor masters.

Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang did not go to see her.

"I didn't say I won't read. Well, turning over books and reading are always two different things."

In some well-known sects, they even exist as pillars on the table.

"You don't have to read the books, but you still have to read them. Reading and reading are two different things. You just gave Xiaoxuan a stack of books, but now you don't read them. Isn't there something wrong?"

Ouyang Rong hugged the warm plump body without hesitation, put the scroll back into Xie Lingjiang's hand, raised his head and said with a smile:

Brothers who often hug girls should know how intimate and sweet this action is, second only to that sideways princess hug.

"Is there anyone who is still a low-grade person?" Xie Lingjiang tilted his head and blinked.

Xie Lingjiang smiled lightly.

Holding the ink in his hand and not letting go, he watched with interest the figure in red dress who walked out of the house, but could not be seen from a distance, and was faintly holy.

She lowered her head like a swan and looked into his dark eyes with bright eyes.

"Elder brother, please don't move..."

"Hey, hey, hey, there's a spirit here! It's a bright world, in public, no flirting, can you all be more serious! Don't lead this fairy aunt into trouble."

However, there are huge differences between the same sixth-grade qi practitioners. After all, different paths follow completely different paths.

But the sixth-grade Qi Practitioner, as the pinnacle of the middle-grade Qi Practitioner, is the mainstay of various manifest and hidden sects, as well as aristocratic families.

Ouyang Rong smiled again and asked tentatively: "A wise man?"

The tone is playful.

In the quiet and elegant boudoir.

Just like the one-armed swordsman Ajie who failed in Taogu's quest for swordsmanship, he was also in the sixth grade. He worked hard in the streets of Chang'an and became famous early. He is one of the famous swordsmen in the two capitals of Guanzhong, and all the gangs in Guanzhong have to support him.

Ouyang Rong caught a scroll thrown by Xie Lingjiang and exchanged a few words.

Ouyang Rong just held her thighs with both hands and lifted her whole body upright from the ground.

The originally somewhat serious atmosphere in the small courtyard suddenly became light and relaxed.

Ouyang Rong rubbed her little head:
"You came late, so you may not be aware that the last one who claimed to be a female fairy has already been sent off by me and my junior sister."

"..."

After a while, under Ouyang Rong's "coercion and inducement", Miao Si reluctantly left Jingya Boudoir.

Ouyang Rong turned around and found that Xie Lingjiang had taken out a piano and placed it on the original piano stand.

Her red dress was fluttering, her expression was indifferent and leisurely, and she was adjusting the guqin with a pair of delicate hands. The setting sun fell on half of the guqin, which was half bright and half dark. At this moment, the autumn wind was blowing up the fallen leaves, and the half-yellow and half-green leaves slowly fell to the side. In the misty hot springs.

"It's definitely different."

Ouyang Rong came back and sat down opposite her.

Xie Lingjiang raised his head and glanced at him, with a dazed expression on his face:
"That moment was like being awakened from a deep sleep by a chestnut. Senior brother, I practiced Qi at the age of eight. From a scholar, to a gentleman, and then to a book reader, I just turned over and over, got up, and walked out. The door of the house is slightly cold, but you are greeted with a sideways smile."

She paused in her words.

Ouyang Rong nodded and said concisely and concisely: "It is enough to hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening."

"I'm not going to die. I want to live well, and so do you." Xie Ling Jianghu said.

Ouyang Rong looked at her serious expression and suddenly raised his hand to knock her smooth forehead.

"What are you talking about?"

Xie Lingjiang tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears, looked away, and muttered:
"I am a wise man, I will beat you again."

Ouyang Rong smiled:

"Look at it this way, you scholars who are at the sixth level of the Dao Lineage, after your enlightenment, your ideological realm has indeed improved quite a lot. Is this the case? The pattern of this Dao Lineage is huge."

Xie Lingjiang shook his head gently: "The sixth level of the scholar's path is actually more than just the sage."

"What do you mean?" Ouyang Rong asked curiously.

"Senior Brother, who said that scholars only belong to the Confucian sect? Throughout the ages, there are not only Confucian scholars in the world. In the past... there were hundreds of schools of thought from the pre-Qin period."

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows. Before he could ask, he thanked Jiang and lowered his eyes and said:
"As far as I know, the sixth level of scholars, in addition to wise men, there are also... madmen and swordsmen and pen officials."

"Crazy man? Swordsman and penman?" Xie Lingjiang nodded seriously:
"Well, different people read books and read thousands of books, and their experiences and insights are naturally very different. We Confucian scholars, when we read books, we found sages in one direction, and naturally some people found other directions. Madmen and swordsmen and pen officials are the other way around. Two paths.

"Not all literati follow Confucianism."

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Is the sword and pen official the sixth grade of Legalist scholars?"

"Ah."

"What about the madman?"

"I don't know. It's rare. I've never seen it." She shook her head.

Ouyang Rong was thoughtful.

Xie Lingjiang stopped preparing to play the piano impromptu and showed some memories on his face:

“Actually, it’s not just the sixth level of scholars.

"The ninth to sixth levels of the scholar's Taoism. These four realms have had many ancient names since the pre-Qin Dynasty. They are also similar to the six levels of sages, madmen, and swordsmen and pen officials. They can take many different paths.

"But many of them have been lost as the various schools of thought have disappeared, or have been destroyed by hostile forces burning their books. Even if there are some left, they have become niche refining techniques passed down from secret families.

"Our Confucian sect, as the most prominent sect in the world, has gradually become the largest orthodox force that inherits the scholar's lineage. Confucian scholars are gradually connected with scholars, and various academies also have the most comprehensive way to advance scholars' lineage.

"Even some remaining scholars from various schools of thought were assimilated into the academy and began to merge. However, because the sixth grade is the last realm below the top grade, it is relatively important, so there are also a small group of swordsmen and pen officials and madmen. The road remains in the world.”

Xie Lingjiang slowly explained. Ouyang Rong looked attentive. After listening, he couldn't help but ask:

"What about after the sixth level, aren't the fifth, fourth, and other high-level realms important? Or is it that too few people leave, and the path to becoming a scholar from other schools of thought will be lost."

"No, there won't be any after the sixth grade."

Xie Lingjiang shook his head.

"No more? What do you mean?"

She said seriously to Ouyang Rong, who looked a little surprised:
"I have asked my father and the academy master this question before. They said... the path after the sixth grade is the same for all schools of thought, and they reach the same destination through different paths."

Xie Lingjiang paused and lowered his eyelashes:
"As for why, they said that as long as you know the true name of the fifth-level scholar, you will understand."

"What is the real name of the fifth grade?"

"We don't know yet."

Xie Lingjiang shook his head:

"My father didn't say anything, maybe he didn't expect me to break through to the sages so quickly.

"Besides, it is a big realm from middle to high grade. It is a natural chasm. It is not comparable to the bottleneck in front. It is useless even after hard work. I don't know how many heads have been lost..."

Xie Lingjiang sounded emotional and added:

"I will send two letters tomorrow to my father in Luoyang and the headmaster of Bailudong Academy to inform you about your promotion to the sixth rank."

"it is good."

Ouyang Rong said with a smile: "Teacher will definitely be happy if he knows about it, and he will have a few drinks in private."

"He dares?" Xie Lingjiang snorted, "Someone is watching. If he drinks secretly again, just write it down in a small book to see if I can deal with him later."

Ouyang Rong covered his mouth and coughed, pretending not to hear that the teacher was a daughter slave.

He asked again:
"What is the difference between a wise man, a swordsman and a madman?"

"Qi refining techniques are different, and the direction of strength is naturally different."

Xie Lingjiang asked back: "Does Senior Brother know the Six Arts of Confucianism?"

"You know, the six arts are etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and numeracy."

"The moral lineage of Confucian scholars is improved around these six skills."

Ouyang Rong reacted: "Junior sister's shooting skills seem to be very good. I remember that when we first met Long Cheng, she had a profound impact on me."

Xie Lingjiang nodded:

"Well, because archery is the main skill of an eighth-grade gentleman."

She stretched out her palms, gradually clenched them into fists, and said softly:
“Practicing archery is just like practicing boxing.

"It is not unreasonable for sages to list archery as one of the six arts of a gentleman.

"When archery, a person's posture is upright, using the muscles of the whole body, and the arrow must be accurate with a steady fist. Throughout the ages, those who can become horse archers or pull the highest stone bow in the army are all the most skilled soldiers. They have the ability to kill people. Skills...

"The arrow hits the right mark, and the way of archery also implies the way of a gentleman."

Ouyang Rong asked softly: "One product corresponds to one art?"

Xie Lingjiang nodded:
"A ninth-grade scholar has the skill of counting; an eighth-grade gentleman has the skill of archery; a seventh-grade book translator has the skill of calligraphy; a sixth-grade sage..."

She paused in her words, and Ouyang Rong couldn't help but turn his head to look at the sudden silence.

I saw Xie Lingjiang's slender green fingers that had been stroking the body of the piano suddenly lifting the strings.

Zheng——!
After a few string sounds.

Not far away from the two people sitting on the piano table, the hazy mist covering the eyes above the hot spring was shattered. Also shattered were the fallen leaves brought by the autumn wind in the mist, which were cut into neat pieces by some invisible blade. of crumbs.

So in Ouyang Rong's field of vision, the flowers and courtyard wall at the back that were originally obscured by the water mist were revealed.

Ouyang Rong suddenly laughed:
"So what junior sister has mastered is music art?"

Xie Lingjiang nodded lightly.

He asked with great interest: "Wouldn't it be necessary to carry a piano with you from now on?"

"Who said that only the sound of the piano is the sound of music?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Before Ouyang Rong could say anything, Xie Lingjiang suddenly stopped playing the piano.

She sat upright in front of the piano table, making a fist with one hand and placing it flat in front of her lower abdomen.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, causing the courtyard to fall into silence for a moment.

But the next moment.

Ouyang Rong didn't know whether his ears had adapted to the sudden calm, or whether all sounds were amplified ten times in his ears.

The originally subtle and unpleasant sounds of shaking leaves, turning pages of books, and gurgling spring water came oncoming, overwhelming!
In the boudoir.

A fierce wind blew.

The meaning of killing.

The hot spring water mist that had been rising continuously had completely dissipated, leaving no trace behind.

Ouyang Rong listened attentively for a moment and glanced at the volume of books that the junior sister had thrown away not long ago.

The wind is turning the pages of the book.

nodded.

"What a sound like a knife."

He sighed.

(End of this chapter)