Dao fruit.

"Have you heard? Qiu Sheng, who was frightened and fainted, woke up."

"He has been dizzy for three days, isn't it just for school exams, as for being so frightened?"

"Who knows if it's a real dizziness or a fake dizziness? But Mr. Zhao's complexion was not good that day. Presumably he didn't expect such a master to sneak in."

"If this kind of thing is not handled properly, it is not a trivial matter to be said that Mr. Zhao deliberately made things difficult for the students."

"It was also Qiu Sheng who was cowardly. He lay down when he heard that there was a great Confucian who wanted to take a school homework test. He heard that he was the leader of the Taoist examination in Yuanning Mansion. I really don't know how he came to be the leader of the case."

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"Oh? The whole post house is spreading rumors that I was fainted because of my lack of knowledge and fear of revealing my true colors?"

While drinking the soup and listening to Luo Jiayun's narration, Qiu Yan shook his head.

Three days ago, he came into contact with the pinch of flames, fell into the reincarnation of flames, felt the way of heaven and humanity, lost his consciousness, and his avatar also fell into a coma. After taking the school exam for homework, the scholar's avatar fell into a coma, and misunderstandings arose.

Of course, there are also other Confucian scholars contributing to the flames. Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Some scholars, as long as they find an opportunity to make trouble, they will immediately step on it.

"Brother Qiu, I know your knowledge well. It was just an accident that day," Luo Jiayun sighed from the side, "It's just that people's words are terrifying, and they are better than scourges. Brother Qiu, you should be more careful in the future."

After hearing this, Qiu Yan said: "Although rumors arise, it is not difficult to calm them down, as long as you show your knowledge. Facts speak louder than words."

Luo Jiayun frowned, and said: "Brother Qiu's words mean that he intends to stop the rumors? I'm afraid it will be self-defeating, so it's better to let nature take its course, and the clearer will be cleared up."

However, Qiu Yan laughed and said, "Brother Luo, this is taking too much for granted. Shu scholars are eloquent and eloquent. If this matter is not clarified this time, it will soon become a source of debate, jokes, and jokes for Shu scholars. Showing that someone is funny and reducing it to an anecdote is very bad for me and damages my reputation."

Luo Jiayun was displeased with these words, and retorted: "Is it for the sake of fame? Brother Qiu's words are too utilitarian."

"Brother Luo, you and I are so poor that we are just nominated for a dynasty. You can use what you have learned to manage the world, but if you are promoted and sit in the court, if you don't have a reputation to hold you back, even the subordinates of the government office can't be restrained. And how to benefit the people?"

Qiu Yan knew that Luo Jiayun was unhappy, so he didn't say much, but just pointed out a few questions.

This loss of reputation may seem invisible, but its impact on people is real.Qiu Yan's avatar of a scholar has other uses and cannot be discarded easily. The road to the imperial examination must be followed, and fame and popularity must be accumulated.You can't let the bad reputation go, and the embankment of a thousand miles is destroyed by an ant nest, and you can't be negligent at all.

After hearing this, Luo Jiayun shook his head.

Qiu Yan didn't insist either.Then he asked again: "I don't know where Mr. Zhao is now?"

Although he didn't like Qiu Yan's words, Luo Jiayun didn't say evil because of his words, so he replied: "Today, the Jiedu envoy hosted a banquet in the mansion. Mr. Zhao went to the banquet together with a few students who answered well that day. You won't be able to see it for a while, but I heard that at night, Miss Song will hold a literary meeting in Wenqu Building, and Mr. Zhao is invited to sit in the town. You can give it a try, but don't be impulsive .”

When it came to the end, he still persuaded gently: "Gu Yanzhi, Fang Ziyan and others are all rare poetic talents. They have published poetry anthologies one after another. Jewels are the first. It is not easy for you to impress Mr. Zhao. "

"Thank you Brother Luo for the reminder, but although the poems are good, they can't be used to benefit the people. I think Mr. Zhao won't value them." Qiu Yan's answer made Luo Jiayun confused.

"Wenhui, meeting friends through literature, entertaining with poetry, is a place for literati to show their poetic talents. No matter how much Mr. Zhao doesn't value it, there is no way to avoid it."

Afterwards, the two said a few more words, Luo Jiayun shook his head when he saw that he could not stop persuading Qiu, and stood up to leave.

After sending Luo Jiayun away, Qiu Yan paced slowly in the room, reorganizing his thoughts.

"It's still necessary to collect some information first, and try to know ourselves and our enemies."

With this in mind, he opened the door and walked out on the road. Confucian scholars along the way pointed and whispered to each other from time to time, and could hear ridicule, but Qiu Yan's expression remained the same, as if he didn't care at all.

"The thoughts in these people's minds are like the grass on the wall, moving with the wind. If they pay attention to and argue, they will get what they want. As long as the general situation changes, their thoughts will naturally change accordingly. It's not worth paying attention to at all."

After leaving the post house, Qiu Yan strolled on the street.

Wuxin City is different from Yuanning City. It is less lively and more chilly. From time to time, teams of patrolmen can be seen passing through the streets and alleys.

However, there are many taverns and inns in the city, and the business is booming, and most of the people staying in the inns are merchants.

Here is located in the frontier, at the junction of the two prefectures, heading south directly to the border of the Marsh people. Merchants come here all year round, transporting felt, cloth, tea, salt from the Central Plains, and bartering with the Marsh tribe, probably for purchase. There are some animal furs, but there are also more valuable things, mostly medicinal materials, such as red sandalwood, agarwood, stone cassia, amitabha, musk, etc. There are hundreds of kinds. Call it profiteering.

In addition, there are also mountain horses in Wumao, which can run across the steep springs like walking on flat land, but private merchants cannot participate. Because horses are a strategic material that can affect the strategic balance in this era, the government presides over the horses. city.

However, the sacrifices and risks are not small. One-third of the gains from exchanging trades with caravans must be handed over to Wuxin City. If the reselling of contraband is caught by the patrol, they will be killed immediately on the spot, and all the proceeds will be lost.

Not to mention that if you met an unreasonable barbarian in the land of Wuxi, you would be killed directly, or made a slave, and you would not get anything.

However, the place where merchants gather is also a place where the news is well-informed. Among restaurants and wine shops, there are all kinds of teachings and nine schools.

Qiu Yan was sitting in a tavern at this moment, ordering side dishes, listening to the words of the people around him, while staring at the medical hall opposite.

This medical clinic is the most famous medical clinic in Wuxin City. The doctor who sits in the clinic is not an ordinary person, but the former chief military doctor of Wuxin Army. He is called "Yan Wang Hate", which means that Yan Wang hates this person for stealing his livelihood. Praise.

Until now, if there is any disease in the Jiedushi's mansion, the king of hell would hate to diagnose and treat it in the past. It's another matter, and sometimes there is no consultation fee.

Looking at the medical hall, Qiu Yan calculated silently in his heart, and suddenly heard what the two behind him were talking about, his heart moved, and he listened intently——

"I heard that at Wudaokou in the north of the city, a Taoist fortune-teller came and it was very effective."

"This is nothing new. In the past few days, the most famous Taoist priests in the city are still two. One is the fortune-telling Taoist priest you mentioned, but he doesn't just stay at Wudaokou, but travels all over the city; and this The other Taoist priest is insane, ruthless, and has several lives in his hands. He just killed two guards of the Jiedu envoy the day before yesterday, and he is wanted by the whole city."

"What's more? It's so lawless that even the guards of the Jiedu envoy were killed. Is this also a Taoist priest?"

"Isn't it? These days, these Taoist priests are becoming more and more incomprehensible. I heard that there are some strange people in Guanzhong, who are similar to Taoist priests, but they all have bald heads. "

"I've also heard a little bit about this. Maybe it's a new branch of Taoism. Those people are really kind-hearted. Many people also want to join the sect, but I heard that once they join the sect, they can't marry wives and have children. In the end, they all let it go."

"There are three ways to be unfilial, and the greatest thing is to have no descendants. How many generations of blood have been passed on to us. The succession of the family is not just a matter of one person. It is connected to the ancestors. How can we eunuch ourselves? It's really burnt. It's shameless to go down." ancestors!"

……

The two people who spoke were of extraordinary appearance, dressed in casual clothes and cloaks, and looked like wealthy people, but there was a hint of philistinism between their brows. Qiu Yan only took one look and knew that they were businessmen with some background in the family , Xu is a branch of officials, well-informed.

"What these two people said is a bit interesting. Two Taoists, one fortune teller, one murderer, and the sect with the bare head are somewhat similar to a certain religion on Earth in the previous life."

Just as he was thinking, there was a commotion outside the medical hall, and he saw a group of soldiers in uniform carrying a man, who seemed to be going to see a doctor.

But before entering the hospital, he was stopped by a group of strong men in colorful clothes, and then a man with long hair walked over surrounded by several people.

This man's hair was as black as a ribbon, his ankles were straight down, he was wearing colorful clothes, and he wore a string of bracelets on his hands. When he walked, he would make tinkling sounds, implying a rhythm, which could attract people's attention.

The long-haired man stood in front of the group of soldiers, with a stern face, and said coldly: "Don't the people of the Central Plains keep their promises? Since they boasted before the competition, now that they lose, it's time to keep their promises. You should cut off your left arm !"

Suddenly, Qiu Yan's familiar voice sounded in the middle of the pawn——

"You marsh chieftain is unreasonable. You said it was a martial arts competition, but you let poisonous insects bite people. Who didn't keep your promise? You want to take the opportunity to play! Let me tell you clearly, those farm slaves are all freelancers. I was looking for it, if they hadn't crossed the border to kill and rob, how could they be..."

"Well, this voice sounds familiar." Qiu Yan looked intently and saw Liu Hong's face in the crowd.

On the day Qiu Yan entered the city, Liu Hong and another rider, Yang Huang, were with him. They hadn't seen each other for many days.

"This Liu Hong is a Wuxin cavalry soldier. It takes a lot of time and materials to train one of them, but the Changfa marsh people actually want to force them to cut off their arms. In other people's territory, they force others to cut off their arms. It's a big deal. With such arrogance, and judging by Liu Hong and the others’ reactions, they are actually scruples, so the identity of the Chang-haired marsh man is ready to be revealed.”

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan's perception stretched over, and he began to calculate in his heart. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he caught a trace of breath.

"Huh? This long-haired swamp man actually has a familiar aura. It's a pleasant surprise. Well, if a prince of a tribe causes diplomatic disputes, at least Jiedushi can't ignore it..."

ps: Thanks to "tilaf" for the monthly ticket!