I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 52
"Second brother?"

After walking out of the school gate, Lin Xinyun and Zhang Zehan were still waiting for him outside, but seeing Lin Qian's scruffy appearance, Lin Xinyun was a little surprised.

Didn't you say it's good to go to the exam?Why does it look like you are working in a mine?

"Did you create the Dao vision just now?"

Zhang Zehan looked at Lin Qian with some excitement. His brother has already given him too many surprises. Is it true that as King Chu Zhuang said, there is a bird that stops at the Fu of the South and does not fly or sing for three years. If it is already, it will be a blockbuster, if it does not fly, it will be soaring to the sky!
"Let's go back and talk!"

Lin Qian nodded, which was considered an answer. At this time, many candidates had given up the exam and passed the exam. This news must not be hidden, so he admitted it generously.

Along the way, under Zhang Zehan's explanation, Lin Xinyun realized that the gorgeous scene just now was caused by her second brother. After understanding what this meant, she was not too surprised. In her heart, the second brother was It is not difficult for a very powerful scholar to write articles on the way of heaven!
Back at the palace, a maid had prepared hot water for Lin Qian to take a bath and change clothes, while Lin Xinyun went to the kitchen and cooked for his second brother himself. Everything was as usual. It seemed that the previous visions had nothing to do with them.

Zhang Zehan stared blankly at the two calm brothers and sisters, and finally he was a little sure that these two brothers and sisters were indeed extraordinary!

He didn't even notice that this time he followed into the palace.

Chasing away the maid who was going to take a bath for him, Lin Qian lay in the bathtub, scrubbing off the dirt on his body, revealing his fair and smooth skin, clenched his fists with his fingers, feeling the power flowing through his body, as if there was a steady stream of energy, this Is it the perfect state of self-cultivation?
Lin Qian felt that now he could even study all night without sleeping without feeling tired. There was a reason for Confucianism and Taoism to cultivate one's morality.

The only regret is that I failed to break through to the Grand Virtue Realm this time, and the usual accumulation is not enough. It seems that biographical novels need to continue to increase their efforts!

Whether it is fame or school, they are just foreign objects, only their own strength is the most reliable, if he is a great Confucian now, even if he is only a gentleman of the fourth rank, Xuan Jingsi will not dare to do anything to him easily.

If other Confucian scholars knew what Lin Qian was thinking at this time, they would probably go crazy on the spot. Most of them would be stuck in the state of self-cultivation for the rest of their lives. For example, Li Changce, even if he made a breakthrough, it would take decades of hard work. It only took Lin Qian half a month to complete his cultivation, and he was still too slow?
After scrubbing and washing, he changed the bucket of water and lay down in the tub again. Lin Qian stretched comfortably, his mind sank, and he entered the Palace of Literature.

The small courtyard, which was originally a little shabby, now occupies the same area, but the tables, chairs, brick and tile beams of the cabin seem to have been completely reborn, exuding a lustrous luster, washed away by the awe-inspiring spirit. , Just like his body, this Wen Palace has also undergone a transformation.

The talent pool with a radius of two feet in the small courtyard is already overflowing with talent at this time, a blue writing brush is playing in the talent pool like a naughty fish, flying out of the water from time to time, and diving in again, having fun It's fun, it's really like a fish in water.

The two stars in the sky originally obtained from the poems of the Tao of Heaven have been pushed aside at this time, and a bright big star stands alone in the middle of the sky, casting a large piece of light, covering the entire small courtyard.

Lin Qian understood that he was still a chance away from breaking through to the Haoran Realm!
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The imperial palace, the east corner gate, a group of people came from the palace in a mighty manner, and went straight out of the east corner gate. The soldiers guarding the palace didn't even ask a question.

Because the woman in the white Confucian shirt was none other than Princess Dagan, Wen Cheng!

The princess was not dressed like a princess, but like a Confucian scholar. At this time, she came to Qipan Street with a serious face, and went straight to Shamao Alley, which was only a stone's throw away from Qipan Street.

In the living room in the front yard, the eldest princess met Xia Yan, the chief assistant of the dynasty.

After a ceremony, the two chatted for a while, but they were both absent-minded. They kept looking at the sky outside the door, as if they were waiting for something.

In Qianqing Palace, Emperor Qianyuan rarely listened to music, enjoyed dances, drank wine and had fun, but sat in Xinuang Pavilion to check memorials.

Of course, his mind was not on the memorial at all.

"Your Majesty, a quarter of an hour ago, the eldest princess went to the residence of Lord Xia, the chief assistant."

Just when Emperor Qianyuan was bored, a plump, white and fat man, wearing a crimson-colored fourth-rank civil official uniform embroidered with clouds and geese, was Dadang Mengchong, the eunuch who was in charge of ceremonies and the admiral of Dongchang!
"Oh?"

"How did she get there?"

Emperor Qianyuan asked with a lack of interest, he thought it was the Tiandao article.

"His Royal Highness, accompanied by maid guards, left the imperial city through the east corner gate, and went straight to Lord Xia's mansion, the chief assistant."

Meng Chong didn't dare to hide anything, so he reported the truth.

Hearing this, Emperor Qianyuan was even less interested, and waved his hand, "Go to Mr. Xia's mansion to urge, if the article of Heavenly Dao is delivered, send it to me as soon as possible. , I'm still waiting to see!"

Meng Chong withdrew from the Xinuang Pavilion, secretly praising His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess for being smart, she did not steal to Xia Yan's mansion, but went there in a fair manner, and she also likes Confucianism on weekdays, and she herself is a Confucianist cultivator of the Ninth-Rank Enlightenment Realm, and her heart is full of heavenly articles, There is nothing wrong with wanting to go and see it.

After half an hour, finally, I saw a white light coming from the south, landed in Xia Yan's small courtyard, and turned into a one-meter-tall white crane with pure white feathers, standing gracefully in the courtyard, like a fairy.

The white crane carried a wooden box on its back.

Xia Yan stepped forward and took the wooden box from the white crane's back. The next moment, the white crane turned into a ray of white light and dissipated in the sky and the earth.

This is not the real white crane, but the Confucianism practiced by the great Confucianism.

The wooden box was very heavy, but there was no abnormality in Xia Yan holding the wooden box. As the chief assistant of the current dynasty, Xia Yan himself was also a third-rank Confucian, which is why the Tiandao article was sent to him in the first place. barrier.

Although Emperor Qianyuan had the luck of the dynasty to protect himself from external evils, he did not have the means of a cultivator and had to rely on the civil and martial arts of the Manchu Dynasty.

When Xia Yan discovered the vision of heaven and earth, Xia Yan had already sent a white crane to meet Tiandao Wenwen.

Holding the wooden box and walking into the living room, and shunning the servants and maids, Xia Yan carefully placed the wooden box on the desk, opened the wooden box, and revealed the answer sheet covered in colorful light.

"The gentleman is magnanimous!"

Holding out the Heavenly Dao Article with both hands, Xia Yan gave a loud shout, and the majestic Qi surrounded him, and immediately spread to the answer sheet in his hand, as if the world was distorted at this moment.

When the blue light touched the colorful light, the blue light was continuously melted, but it continued to drive away the colorful light slowly but firmly, revealing the original handwriting on the answer sheet.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the colorful light covering the answer sheet completely dissipated, and an answer sheet full of handwriting fell into the eyes of the two of them.

Xia Yan, who is a third-rank Confucian, had already covered his forehead with fine beads of sweat.

　Thank you Jianruo for the reward of 500 coins, the boss is generous!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)