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Chapter 307 The Sage's Handwriting
After the rain, the sky is sunny, a colorful rainbow hangs in the blue sky, and groups of magpies chirp and fly overhead, which seems to indicate that the next few days will be good days.

The white-clothed scholar who was still reciting Confucian and Taoist classics didn't know what the future would be like, because an unexpected visitor came to the door.

This is a monk.

He is very young, with a pair of sword eyebrows, a bright bald head, and even brighter eyes. He holds a purple-gold bowl in his left hand and a magic wand in his right.

When he first walked in, the monk looked around and took a deep breath, his expression seemed to be enjoying himself, because the bookstore ink is very good, not only not strong, but also has a faint fragrance.

Taking two more breaths of air is not only harmless, but also has many benefits, especially for scholars who concentrate on studying hard, it can not only calm down, but also relieve fatigue, which is a hundred times more powerful than hanging beams.

After all, two of the Four Treasures of the Study that Xu Hao used came from Taoist Ancestor.

There are countless strange elves in the world of Xianxia, ​​and the four treasures of the study also have their own merits and spirituality.

Xu Hao's brushes, inkstones, and inkstones, if you take out one casually, are priceless and rare for Confucian scholars.

Spring and Autumn Brush, the dragon tooth is the pen holder, and the beard of a young real dragon within ten years is the hair. It is self-evident when you write it a hundred times. Even if Xu Hao no longer writes now, as long as you put the book under the Spring and Autumn Brush, it will automatically be stained with ink , Proficient in writing, turning the pages of the book, writing what Xu Hao once wrote.

If Xu Hao had been more devoted, the words on those pages would come alive and even show pictures when he turned the pages of the book.

Molong inkstone, there are quite a lot of dragons in the Xianxia world, such as real dragons, flood dragons, red dragons, candle dragons, etc., but these are all things that can be seen...

The one that is really rare is Mo Long.

It was born in inkstone ink, and lives by devouring the awe-inspiring energy of Confucian sages, but since it is an ink dragon, it naturally spits out a lot of ink, and each department asks for it, so Xu Hao doesn't need any ink at all. ...

And when the monk walked in, the little ink dragon in the ink dragon inkstone stared at the only bright eye, and quickly got into the ink, instantly calming the ink, and no longer showed any problems.

The monk seemed to have noticed some changes, but he didn't pay attention to it. He was either a scholar or a monk. In his eyes, this kind of priceless black dragon was not even as good as the tattered cassock on his body, but he looked at it for a while. The bookshelf suddenly smiled and said: "The little boss has a lot of books, and the quality of the books is also high. Why doesn't anyone come to buy books?"

Xu Hao put down the Chunqiu brush, and said with a smile: "100 taels a book, monk, do you think this book is expensive?"

"Expensive? Naturally not expensive." The young monk shook his head, then pointed to the north and said, "The sage's collection, the meaning contained in it, is not expensive.

It's just that the current Tang Dynasty has developed a new type of movable type printing, and the cost of printing books has been greatly reduced.

Therefore, the price of books has generally been reduced a lot, which is a blessing for the common people, and it will enable more poor families to be able to read and write, and develop their spiritual wisdom.

Except for a few rare copies, other books are only three or four taels of silver no matter how expensive they are! "

"Oh, I wrote these books, do you think they should be expensive?" Xu Hao raised his eyebrows.

"The little boss is a great Confucianist?"

Xu Hao shook his head.

"Gentleman?"

He continued shaking his head.

"saint?"

Xu Hao was still shaking his head. Logically speaking, his identity in Confucianism means nothing but writing and reading and nourishing his energy for many years.

The realm of cultivation has reached the level of a real immortal, and he has never lost the bottom line in his heart. He knows everything, and finally cultivates a pure aura of awe.

"Then why are your books so expensive!" The monk nodded thoughtfully.

Xu Hao smiled casually: "Everything is priceless. It is only when people with wisdom set a price for them that they have a price. A book is 100 taels. If you think it is expensive, you don't have to buy it, and you don't even have to look at it.

But if you think he is cheap, it is worth the money. "

"You are an interesting scholar, but I am a monk, and my pocket is cleaner than my face. Can you give me a copy?" The monk looked through his pocket in embarrassment.

Xu Hao handed over a book: "Then I will give you a copy of "Lu Shi Chunqiu"."

"Well, thank you little boss, the poor monk will definitely taste it carefully when he takes it back!" The monk stretched out his hands full of oil stains, as if he had just eaten pancakes, but he rubbed his hands on the cover indifferently, and smiled again. Will hold in hand.

"Little Boss, you are a very nice person. Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals has written a lot about gentlemen, and this poor monk also wants to tell you that you are a true gentleman when you watch chess without talking, so don't just throw chess pieces on the chessboard." After the monk finished speaking, he Take the book and leave.

Seeing him leave, Yang Chan ran to the door to observe secretly.

So I saw the monk casually flipped through a few pages of the book, grinned, and threw it on the ground indifferently, allowing others to trample on it.

"Hey, you are the true king, this monk is so arrogant, why don't you beat him up?" Yang Chan picked up the books and wiped them well. These books were written by Xu Hao with his own hands and sent out. Even if you don't let people take good care of it, you can't ruin it casually.

One must know that the Earth Immortal Realm is so big, how many children of poor people are still unable to study.

"The gentleman's mountain is fixed, and the villain doesn't fight at all. Why should I be angry when he is so petty?" Xu Hao waved his hand lightly, and "Lu Shi Chunqiu" returned to the bookshelf in its original form.

"Tsk tsk, this is not like you!" Yang Chan was also a celestial being after all, and with divine objects like the Lotus Lantern suppressing luck, she could naturally calculate something.

"Fighting and killing can naturally solve everything, but wouldn't it be more troublesome to fight the younger ones?" Xu Hao twitched. Fahai in this fairyland was originally a big boss, but since this game of chess has been After him, Fahai will be the vanguard, and the real leader is still waiting to see what happens.

Yang Chan felt that she didn't see a fight, she was very sad, and sighed, "It's not like there's no one behind you!"

"From now on, I will be the man behind others, hum!" Xu Hao snorted arrogantly, just as he was about to continue writing.

Xu Xian, who returned the umbrella, hurried over. As soon as he entered the bookstore smelling of ink, he also took a deep breath, looked around enviously, and couldn't help but said, "Mr. Xu has so many books in this bookstore."

"Well, I have been studying since I was a child, but I have never seen such beautiful characters!"

"This is your umbrella. Thank you very much yesterday, otherwise the medicinal materials will be soaked, and that would be a great sin!" Xu Xian put the bamboo umbrella aside in the corner, and said with a smile.

Xu Hao nodded with a smile: "If you compliment me on my beautiful handwriting, then I'll give you a book too!"

"Impossible, this is 100 taels of silver." Xu Xian shook his head in a panic.

"If it's sold, it's money. If it can't be sold, it's just a book, right?" Xu Hao smiled.

Xu Xian had no choice but to accept a copy of "Gentlemen of Virtue", which he had never heard of.

Yang Chan looked at Xu Xian happily holding the book and running back, and couldn't help sighing: "This silly boy, you can't even tell that it was written by a Confucian sage, and written by himself. The book is a hundred times bigger than his lost chance!"

Xu Hao smiled without saying a word, just quietly looking at the door.

Xuan Xiao sorted out the Confucian classics from ancient times to the present, including some modern knowledge that conforms to the ancient times, since he talked about his writings in Chang'an yesterday.

"Gentlemen of Virtue"

The saint's vision came out.

The sky is full of hype, and the purple air is coming from the east!
In the entire city of Chang'an, no matter what suffering they suffered, millions of people were completely healed by those fallen petals, and their lives were even prolonged for many years.

Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty walked out of the palace in person, bent down in front of Xuan Xiao, and invited him to be the prime minister.

The prime minister who did not exist in the Tang Dynasty for a long time was only set up for him!
He also issued a decree to spread it to the world, rebuild the Jixia Academy, and restart the prosperous age of contention among a hundred schools of thought in the Spring and Autumn Period.

Xuan Xiao should be a Confucian sage, in charge of Jixia Academy!
(End of this chapter)