Dao Fruit

"Have you heard? The stunned Qiu Sheng woke up."

"He was in a coma for three days. Wasn't it just a test of his schoolwork? Is he so frightened?"

"Who knows if he's really dizzy or not? But Mr. Zhao didn't look good that day. I guess he didn't expect such a master to sneak in."

"If you don't handle this kind of thing well, it's no small matter if people say that Mr. Zhao is deliberately making things difficult for students."

"That Mr. Qiu was also timid. He lay down when he heard that a great scholar was going to take a test on his schoolwork. I heard that he was the head of the Taoist examination in Yuan Ning Mansion. I really don't know how he came to be the head of the case."

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"Oh? The whole inn is spreading rumors that I was frightened and fainted because I was not good at learning and was afraid that my true colors would be revealed?"

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 flame, fell into the reincarnation of fire, realized the way of nature and humanity, lost his consciousness, and his clone also fell into coma. It happened that that day, Zhao Bingcheng, a master of Shu studies invited by Miss Song, gave a lecture to the Confucian students, saying that After taking a test on their homework, the scholar's clone fell into a coma, and a misunderstanding arose.

Of course, other Confucian scholars are also indispensable to add fuel to the flames. Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Some scholars, as long as they find an opportunity to add insult to injury, they will immediately step on it.

"Brother Qiu, I know your knowledge very well. It was just an accident that day," Luo Jiayun sighed from the side. "It's just that human words can be formidable, even more powerful than ferocious beasts. Brother Qiu should be more careful in the future."

After hearing this, Qiu Yan said: "Although rumors have arisen, it is not difficult to put them to rest. All you need to do is show your knowledge. Facts speak louder than words."

Luo Jiayun frowned and said, "Brother Qiu, do you mean to stop the rumors? I'm afraid it will backfire, so it's better to let nature take its course, and those who are clean will be clean."

Qiu Yan laughed and said, "Brother Luo, this is too natural. Shu scholars are good at eloquence and speech. If this matter is not clarified, it will soon become the excuse, joke and joke of Shu scholars. To show his humor and reduce it to an anecdote would be very bad for me and would damage his reputation.”

These words made Luo Jiayun unhappy, and he retorted: "Are we studying for the sake of fame? Brother Qiu's words are too utilitarian."

"Brother Luo, you and I are so poor at reading the classics just for the sake of being nominated. We can use what we have learned to manage the world, but if we are promoted to a high position and sit in the court, if we don't have a reputation to hold us back, even the subordinates in the government can't hold it down. How can we benefit all people?”

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

This reputational damage may seem invisible, but its impact on people is real. Qiu Yan's scholarly avatar has another purpose and cannot be abandoned easily. The road to imperial examination must be taken and reputation and popularity must be accumulated. We cannot let the bad reputation go unnoticed. A thousand-mile embankment can be destroyed by an ant nest. We cannot afford to neglect it at all.

Luo Jiayun still shook his head after hearing this.

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

Although he didn't like Qiu Yancai's words, Luo Jiayun didn't say bad words and still replied: "Today the Jiedushi is hosting a banquet in the mansion. Mr. Zhao went to the banquet with several students who responded appropriately that day. , you won’t be able to see her for a while, but I heard that Miss Song is going to hold a literary party at Wenqu Building in the evening and has invited Mr. Zhao to come and sit in. You can give it a try, but don’t be impulsive. ”

At the end of the sentence, he still advised tactfully: "Gu Yan, Fang Ziyan and others are all rare poetic talents. They have published poetry collections one after another. They are precious and precious. It is not easy for you to leave an impression on Mr. Zhao. "

"Thank you, Brother Luo, for reminding me, but although poetry is good, it cannot be used to benefit the people. I guess Mr. Zhao will not value this." Qiu Yan's answer made Luo Jiayun confused.

"The Literary Club is a place where literati can make friends through literature and enjoy poetry. It is a place where literati can demonstrate their poetic talents. No matter how much Mr. Zhao doesn't value it, there is no way to avoid it."

Afterwards, the two of them spoke a few more words. Seeing that Luo Jiayun couldn't stop trying to persuade Qiu Yan, he shook his head and stood up to leave.

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

"We still need to collect some information first and try our best to know ourselves and our enemies."

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

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

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

Wuxin City is different from Yuanning City. It is less lively and more solemn. From time to time, you can see groups of patrols walking through the streets.

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

This place is located on the border, at the junction of the two prefectures, and goes south to the boundary of the Marsh people. Merchants come here all year round, bringing felt, cloth, tea, and salt from the Central Plains, and bartering with the Marsh people tribe, mostly for purchases. There are some animal skins, but there are also more valuable things, mostly medicinal materials, such as red sandalwood, agarwood, cassia, miduo monk, musk, etc. Hundreds of kinds, one time, you can earn dozens of taels, which is worthy of Called huge profits.

In addition, Wuzuma also has mountain horses that can ford mountains and run through springs as if they were walking on flat ground. However, private merchants were not allowed to participate. Because horses were a strategic material that could influence the strategic balance in this era, the government was responsible for horse racing. city.

However, the effort and risks are not small. One-third of the harvest from the caravan exchanges must be handed over to Wuxin City. If someone is caught reselling prohibited items and is caught by the patrol, he will be immediately beheaded on the spot and all the proceeds will be lost.

Not to mention that if you encounter unreasonable barbarians in the Land of Five Streams, you will be killed directly, or you will be used as a slave, and you will get nothing.

However, the place where merchants gather is also a well-informed place, with restaurants and wine shops offering all kinds of religions.

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

This medical clinic is the most famous medical clinic in the entire Wuxin City. The doctor sitting in the hospital is not an ordinary person, but the former chief military doctor of the Wuxin Army. He is known as "The Hater of the King of Hell", which means that the King of Hell hates this person for taking away his livelihood. This is unacceptable. A lot of praise.

Until now, no matter what kind of illness the Jiedushi family has, it will still make the king of hell diagnose and treat it. This shows that medical skills are excellent, but ordinary people cannot afford the medical consultation fees at the pharmacy. However, if the generals and soldiers of the army come to see a doctor, then It's a different matter. Sometimes they don't even charge a consultation fee.

Looking around the medical center, Qiu Yan was silently calculating in his mind. Suddenly he heard what the two people behind him were talking about. His heart moved and he listened attentively——

"I heard that there is a Taoist priest who tells fortunes at Wudaokou in the north of the city. He is very effective."

"This is nothing new. These days, the most famous people in the city are Taoist priests. There are still two. One is the fortune-telling Taoist priest you mentioned. However, he does not just stay in Wudaokou, but travels all over the city; and this The other Taoist priest is crazy and ruthless. He has several lives on his hands. He just killed two Jiedushi guards the day before yesterday and is wanted by the whole city. "

"What else is happening? It's so lawless that even Jiedushi's bodyguards 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 weirdos in Guanzhong. They are similar to Taoist priests, but they all have shaved heads. They are willing to help others and help those in need. They have great reputations. "

"I've heard a little about this. Maybe it's a new sect of Taoism. Those people are really well-intentioned. Many people want to join the sect, but they heard that once they join the sect, they can't marry and have children. In the end, nothing happened."

"There are three kinds of unfilial piety. The greatest is not having an heir. How many generations has the blood been passed down to us? Carrying on the family line is not just a matter of oneself. It is connected with the ancestors. How can one castrate oneself? It is so incense that it will be shameless to go down. Ancestor!”

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The two people speaking were of extraordinary appearance, dressed in uniforms and large cloaks. They looked like wealthy people, but there was a hint of philistineness between their eyebrows. Qiu Yan only took one look and knew that these were two businessmen with some background in their families. , Xu is a branch of officials and is well-informed.

"What these two people said is interesting. The two Taoist priests, one fortune teller, one murderer, and the bare-headed sect are somewhat similar to a certain religion on earth in the previous life."

Just as he was thinking about it, a dispute suddenly broke out outside the door of the medical center, and he saw a group of uniformed soldiers carrying a man, who seemed to be going for medical treatment.

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

This man's hair is as black as a ribbon and hangs down to his ankles. He wears colorful clothes and a string of bracelets on his hands. When he walks, he makes a jingling sound, implying a rhythm and attracting 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 we boasted before the competition, now that we have lost, it's time to keep our promises. You should cut off your left arm." !”

Suddenly, a familiar voice from Qiu Yan sounded among the soldiers——

"You are such an unreasonable swamp chief. You promised to have a martial arts competition, but you let poisonous insects bite people. Who is not keeping your promise? You are trying to take advantage of the opportunity! Let me tell you clearly, those farm slaves are all self-made. Looking for them, if they hadn’t crossed the border to kill people and grab property, how could they have been..."

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

On the day Qiu Yan entered the city, he was accompanied by Liu Hong and another rider Yang Huang. They hadn't seen each other for many days, but when they met again, they looked a little embarrassed.

"This Liu Hong is the Wuxin Cavalry. It is an elite unit. It takes a lot of time and materials to cultivate one. But the long-haired Swamp people actually force them to cut off their own arms. In other people's territory, forcing others to cut off their own arms is so big. He is so heroic, and judging from Liu Hong's reaction, they actually have scruples. From this, the identity of this long-haired swamp man can be easily revealed. "

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan's perception extended and he began to calculate in his mind. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he caught a hint of aura.

"Huh? This long-haired swamp man actually has a familiar aura on his body. It's an unexpected surprise. Well, if a prince of a tribe causes a diplomatic dispute, at least the Jiedushi Commander cannot ignore it..." (To be completed Please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!

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