Dao fruit.

"It seems that after going back, I have to read the classics and classics again. Maybe I can find the way in the future, but I don't know how much I am unfamiliar with."

Since ancient times, poor culture and rich military.

Most of those who practice martial arts are from well-to-do families. Even if their families are poor, they can join some martial arts sects if they are talented.

It's just that, except for some tricks handed down by word of mouth, most of the exercises are still recorded in books. This requires many people to be literate before practicing martial arts. It's not possible, otherwise, some martial arts classics can't be practiced, let alone understand the profound meaning.

Zhang Yue was dressed as a Confucian scholar, and he once had the idea of ​​obtaining fame. Later, he completely embarked on the road of martial arts, comprehended by analogy, and his cultivation realm improved rapidly.

It wasn't until the kung fu reached the peak of foundation building that there was no way to advance and was stuck at a bottleneck, and it was considered to have stopped the pace of advancement, but in terms of age, he still disdained the martial arts, which showed his talent and understanding.

After listening to Qiu Yan's words tonight, memories from the past were brought back, and a lot of insights were born. The realm that had been stagnant for a long time showed signs of loosening.

For a moment, everyone was thoughtful. In the depths of his heart, a fragment of inner demon quietly infiltrated into it. As the thoughts flowed, a little bit of memory from Qiu Yan's theory was integrated into his heart, but it was still relatively thin. .

"The method of theory coincides with the essence of sacrifice, but I don't have a specific idea of ​​how to spread it. I just took these people as an example and spent a few years observing to build a foundation. After all, whether it is theory or Shinto, it must be laid out from top to bottom. If there is, the root branch must not be bad, and you must have a sufficient understanding of each step, so that you will not be controlled by the Shinto system, the world is complicated, the world of mortals is changing, and you should preach for the other body when you are in the world."

Qiu Yan's lecture stopped when the eastern sky turned slightly white, and then he bid farewell to everyone.

Of course they were reluctant, but they also knew that the hour had come.

"Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books."

After expressing emotion, Zhang Yue tidied up his clothes and saluted Qiu Yan again. This time, his respectful attitude came from the heart.

Xiong Ling and the others also saluted in general, no longer based on Qiu Yan's supernatural powers, but genuine respect.

"After tonight, I will definitely make progress in martial arts. If I succeed in the future, I will never forget what happened today." The two men in hard clothes also gained a lot. thought in mind.

Their employer, the young man in a brocade suit, Zhao Dayou, shook his head and said, "Even a layman like me can hear a lot of profound truths from Mr.'s words. After returning home, he must tidy up. Unfortunately, Mr. doesn't want to accept me as an apprentice." , I can’t serve the left and right, otherwise I would be willing to do it even if I was a book boy. However, Dayou also knows that the fate of immortality can’t be taken lightly, and I think it will take several trials.”

When this person spoke, he was quite domineering, but after a night of talking, everyone else could see that this Zhao Dayou lived in flattery and compliments since he was a child. A dude, but not a bully.

At this time, a middle-aged scribe came over and asked cautiously: "I also want to let my husband know that I have traveled around the world for the next few years, and I want to record some strange things. I encountered a strange thing tonight, and I want to compile the experiences before and after into a book. Mister's affairs will also be written up, I wonder if it is possible?"

This middle-aged scribe also introduced himself. His name is Wei Zongyuan.

When this man was young, he was also known as a child prodigy, and he was considered a talented person. After he realized that the imperial examination was hopeless, his mind changed, and he became interested in the supernatural things that he kept a distance from when he was studying, and his behavior became more cynical.

Qiu Yan knew that this was a kind of indulgence for scholars after their future was hopeless. Wei Zongyuan said that what he wrote was a tale of absurdities, but in fact, he did not mean to allude to the current world, and wanted to use it to comfort the anguish of being underappreciated.

Noticing the change of the three fires of fortune, fortune, and longevity, Qiu Yan saw that this person would inevitably be entangled with ghosts, gods and demons in this life, which was both fate and opportunity.

"Of course I won't interfere with what you want to write." Shaking his head, Qiu Yan's words reassured the other party.

Only then did Wei Zongyuan heave a sigh of relief, and then he was overjoyed. He only felt that today was the most important thing he had encountered in his life.

Sure enough, a few years later, Wei Zongyuan returned to his hometown and built a study. There was also a tea shed in the study. , and made a notebook of ghosts, called "Youlin Night Talk", which can be regarded as a commemoration of today's events.

This is also a later story.

But Wei Zongyuan asked a question, and got Qiu Yan's reply, a scholar Youzui walked over with his painting in his arms, frowned and said, "Looking at Mr.'s appearance, he should also be walking in the world. If people know that he is involved in trivial matters of gods and monsters, it will inevitably leave hidden dangers. I advise you Mr. Wei, don't describe too much, too detailed."

Wei Zongyuan glanced at Qiu Yan in embarrassment, and said in a low voice: "Of course I know this, and I will still use a pseudonym at that time, and it won't involve Mr.

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something, and asked, "By the way, I haven't asked Mr. Gao's name yet."

When he said this, other people also became concerned. It's not that no one thought of this question, but they were afraid that it would be too abrupt to ask.

Qiu Yan glanced at a few people, greeted Hu Qi and Dai Guo, brought the luggage over, and finally said: "My name is not a secret, you have already mentioned it before."

"Did we mention it?"

Several people fell into doubt, and quickly changed their colors. The young man in Jinyi, Zhao Dayou, turned pale and trembled.

"Looks like I remembered it," Qiu Yan said with a smile, "I am the Qiu Yan you are talking about."

"Qiu Yan!"

Hearing this name, whether it was Zhang Yue, Xiong Ling and other warriors, or You Zui, Wei Zongyuan and other Confucian scholars, and even the book boy Xiaoyu, they all looked dumbfounded.

Although they guessed a little bit, they still felt a little unbelievable when they heard Qiu Yan admitting it himself.

"I only thought that Qiu Yan was a talented scholar, but I didn't expect..." Xiong Ling murmured.

"No wonder, no wonder, no wonder Mr. Hua Jing's hands have produced such a change." Looking down at the scroll, You Zui subsided slightly from his surprise.

Zhang Yue let out a long breath and shook his head: "Zhang has only passed through Dongdu for a few days. If he knew about Mr., he should have visited at that time."

"Even if you went to visit at that time, I'm afraid it would be difficult to see Mr. Zhao Dayou." When Zhao Dayou walked up to Qiu Yan, he was about to apologize for his rude behavior in the inn and ask for forgiveness.

At that time, Zhao Dayou wanted to show off by slandering Qiu Yan to improve his own knowledge. Looking back now, of course he was afraid. Fortunately, he saw that Qiu Yan was not a narrow-minded person, so he didn't run away.

"There's no need to talk about it. It's just that when you're away from home, you should pay attention to some words. If you belittle others for no reason, even if that person doesn't know you, you shouldn't."

Having said that, Qiu Yan bowed his hands and bid them farewell.

"This place should not be far from the official road. The sky will be bright and there won't be much danger. Let's just leave."

After hearing this, You Zui and others knew that Qiu Yan was willing to stay for a night chat because of safety considerations.

At this time, the thin scholar Yang Zhong suddenly said: "Sir, since you are Qiu Yan, this trip to the west is also for the purpose of taking the exam? But, I heard that a person with a strong body will be successful in the imperial examination, but in the future, there will be people in the officialdom." It's difficult to enter the room, and I hope you can pay attention to it." This Yang Zhong also went to catch the exam, but he didn't propose to go with him, but just reminded him.

"Oh? I've heard about this too, but I don't know much about it." Qiu Yan's heart moved, and he caught some information from Yang Zhong's words, "Brother Yang, what do you know?"

Yang Zhong waved his hands again and again: "Sir, don't call me that, I'm Zhesha, you are older than me, if you don't give up, I will call myself a younger brother."

Qiu Yan nodded, knowing that although Yang Zhong respected him for showing his knowledge, he was a person of self-respect after all, so he would not be humbled because of this.

"Rumors of this supernatural monk have been around since ancient times, and some people are officials. It's just that the fate of the dynasty is difficult to integrate with it. People with supernatural powers are all Taoist priests, and they will not be officials easily." As he spoke, Yang Zhong's face showed nostalgia, "My little brother heard these in Jiangnan Academy. I am valued, but I can learn some anecdotes, no matter how many, I can't know."

"Dynasty luck?" Qiu Yan frowned slightly upon hearing this, and had some thoughts, then thanked Yang Zhong, and set out on the road with Hu Qi.

Looking at Qiu Yanyuan's back, everyone had different thoughts.

"I didn't expect that such a person would go to the imperial examination. He really lived in seclusion in the city and learned a lot of wisdom. When I see scholars in the future, I have to be careful." Xiong Ling muttered.

And You Zui looked down at the scroll in his hand, showing a soft smile.

Then, a group of people bid farewell to each other, some left, some stayed together, they didn't know that this meeting would become a well-known anecdote decades later.

A night talk left the seeds of Qiu Yan's theory and thoughts in the hearts of several people. These seeds will bloom and bear fruit as time goes by and after everyone has experienced the ups and downs of life.

At this moment, on several people, a ray of thin luck can be vaguely seen across time and space, and is connected with the outline of a god.

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"Young master, why waste so much time on those people?"

On the way, Dai Guo finally had a chance to speak, and couldn't help complaining, he wanted to find a place to take a bath, but ended up in the monster's den, fighting for a long time, sweating profusely, until now he failed to do so.

"Today's cause, tomorrow's fruit, these people may be the foundation of my future enlightenment." Qiu Yan glanced at Dai Guo, saw that the latter didn't think so, and then said: "30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, how do you know today? What will they look like in a few years?" (To be continued. Please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)