Dao Fruit

Qingchang, Zheng family.

At this time, it was already the third day after Zhao Zhuo's visit. After that day, Qiu Yan began to pack his bags, explained things to Liu Huai and others, and then took little Zheng Yun all the way south.

Little Zheng Yun didn't talk much along the way, always holding a book and reading silently, even after arriving at Zheng's house.

"Mr. Qiu, I'm really sorry to trouble you. I sent you all the way."

Zheng Zhongsen's cousin Zheng Jie is a short middle-aged man with ordinary facial features. After seeing Qiu Yan and figuring out the purpose of his visit, he seemed a little timid and did not even dare to speak loudly.

He was a police officer working in the county government and was well-informed. He knew that Qiu Yan's reputation in Jiannan Road was at its peak, and he had even won the provincial examination for Jieyuan.

Anyone who lifts a person can already be called a master, let alone Jieyuan?

When Qiu Yan saw the other party like this, he said, "Brother Zheng, you don't have to be so polite. Brother Zheng and I are brothers, and Yun'er is my nephew. How can we cause trouble?"

While the two were talking, a petite figure appeared in the Zheng family's yard, standing far away from the door, carefully looking at Qiu Yan and Zheng Yun, his eyes moving.

Qiu Yan immediately felt something and looked up. What he saw was a little girl, about five or six years old, with two pigtails, big eyes, and a white face. After noticing Qiu Yan's eyes, the little girl immediately shrank. Behind the door, he poked his head out again after a few breaths, obviously very afraid of strangers.

Qiu Yan smiled slightly at the little guy, causing him to hide again.

In the front, Zheng Jie rubbed his hands and said awkwardly: "I've already cooked a few side dishes. I dare to invite Mr. Qiu to stay for a drink. Do you think...?"

Qiu Yan said with a smile: "I've said it before, Brother Zheng, you don't have to be so polite. You are Brother Zheng's brother, and you are my brother. You don't need to call me master. If you are too outspoken, just call me cautious. In fact, even if you don't say it, Brother Zheng , I also want to bother you, after all, I still need to explain Yun'er's homework." Qiu Yan's words used a hint of soul method to calm Zheng Jie's mind.

"Yun'er is really lucky to be able to worship Master Qiu... I will consider you as my teacher." Zheng Jie glanced at his nephew with complicated eyes. He just said the word "Master" in his mouth, but was stopped by Qiu Yan's eyes. Change your words quickly.

The two of them walked into the courtyard as they spoke, with Xiao Zheng Yun following closely behind.

Soon, Zheng Jie and his wife invited Qiu Yan to eat.

There was a sumptuous meal on the table, including vegetables and meat, and half a bottle of wine. During the dinner, Qiu Yan talked with Zheng Jie and said some things that little Zheng Yun should pay attention to when studying in the future. Zheng Jie wrote them all down one by one.

After three rounds of drinking, the little girl who had been hiding from the prying eyes also ran over and looked at the food on the table with drooling eyes.

"This is my daughter, her name is Ya Niang. She doesn't have a big size yet." Zheng Jie fondly touched the little girl's head and introduced to Qiu Yan, "Come on, Ya Niang. My name is Uncle Shi."

The little girl called out timidly, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

"He is a blessed man." Qiu Yan looked at the pretty girl carefully and praised her heartily.

Qiu Yan today. With the half-step fusion of the three souls, coupled with the insights he had in his heart three days ago, his body's strength has become transparent, and his perception has greatly increased. He can now directly use the soul method to sense the general fortune of others during the day.

Here, the two adults were talking, but over there, Ya Niang looked at the silent little Zheng Yun with curiosity, and started talking, but Zheng Yun was a little indifferent, but after waiting for this meal After the meal, the two children became quite familiar with each other.

After dinner, Qiu Yan called Zheng Yun over and gave him serious instructions.

These days of getting along have made Zheng Yun somewhat dependent on Qiu Yan. Although he tried his best to hide it, he could still see some reluctance, but he also knew that Qiu Yan's study abroad was a serious matter, so he didn't say much.

"Yun'er, if you stay here for a long time, don't forget to review your homework every day and practice your calligraphy. I will send people to pick up your homework from time to time and take it back for inspection. Don't slack off."

"Yun'er understands."

Seeing how well-behaved and sensible little Zheng Yun was, even Qiu Yan couldn't help but feel pity for him. He touched his head and said with a smile: "Your Grandpa Liu misses you sometimes and will send someone to take you back to stay for a few days. If you are wronged, just tell Grandpa Liu, got it? "

Xiao Zhengyun nodded.

After a few words of explanation, Qiu Yan said goodbye and left. Zheng Jie sent him away with a smile on his face. For him, Qiu Yan came to visit today and drank and ate food at his home. This was a big deal. Spread the word. , can help him improve his status in the yamen, of course he is happy in his heart.

Zheng Yun was standing in front of the door of Zheng's house, looking at Qiu Yan's retreating figure alone, feeling a little depressed. At this time, his little hand was suddenly touched by someone, and when he turned his head, he saw Ya Niang's bright smiling face. .

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After leaving the Zheng family, Qiu Yan returned to his own house.

It had been some time since Qiu Yan left this old house, but the inside and outside of the courtyard were clean and tidy, and it was obviously cleaned frequently. When Qiu Yan left, he found someone to stay temporarily and help with the cleaning.

At this time, when the man saw Qiu Yan coming back, he quickly stepped forward to salute and called him master.

Now, the news that Qiu Yan learned about Yuan has long been spread in Jiannan Road. As his hometown, Qingchang County even celebrated. The neighbors knew the news. They all said that Qiu Yan was a literary star. Descend to earth.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm sorry to trouble you now."

After talking to the man for a few words, Qiu Yan returned to the study, sorted out the books on the bookshelf, then went to the corner of the room, removed a brick, and took out a red bead from inside.

This bead was crystal clear, with light and shadow flowing inside. It looked ordinary, but when Qiu Yan held it in his hand and scratched it slightly with his fingernails, he immediately sent out surging energy and blood fluctuations, causing the blood all over his body to surge and the steam on his head to boil. White smoke!

He went back and forth, carefully observed it for a few times, and then used his senses and even his soul half out of his body to try to capture the breath in the bead. After a long time, Qiu Yan finally nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, this blood bead has been completely refined and condensed by divine power. The breath inside is all contained and will not be revealed. You don't have to worry about causing unnecessary trouble if you carry it with you."

After saying this, he took out a jade pendant from his arms.

This jade pendant was made of ordinary material. Qiu Yan bought it in Yuanning Mansion. It had a hole in it. With a little force, the red bead was set on it with a "pop" sound.

Suddenly, the jade pendant turned red. Crystal clear, hung by Qiu Yan's waist.

This seemingly ordinary red bead is not simple. It has an extraordinary origin. It was pulled and bitten by many grievances when the demon king Shi Jianhui was in a state of death, and finally condensed! It is equivalent to a demon elixir for a great demon in the elixir-forging realm!

He was taken away by the god himself and refined day and night, and then sent to the study by a demon to hide it. Leave it to the clone.

Qiu Yan had roughly guessed the reality of Shi Jianhui after fighting against him.

This demon king originally practiced cultivation, condensed the demon elixir, and even developed the true essence. However, he was probably severely injured, his realm fell, and he barely preserved part of the true essence, and then he reincarnated. But the demon body from his previous life was left behind.

After reincarnation, due to the influence of the delusion in the womb, there was a gap between the human body and the demon body, so she transferred the demon elixir and true energy to the human body. Slowly cultivate it, hoping to regain the old outlook one day.

"When I fought against the Demon King, she showed the cultivation of the second level of cast elixir and virtual elixir. But she could use the true essence. It seems that it was left over from the previous life. Now the true essence and the demon elixir have been trained into one bead. It has also been condensed by divine power. , Transform, carry it with you, the benefits are endless, it can speed up martial arts practice! I need to improve my martial arts now, balance civil and martial arts, so as to establish my Taoist heart and fist spirit..."

After thinking about it, Qiu Yan sat down.

"I won't be able to stay in Jiannan Dao for long. To improve my reputation and speed up my promotion to the Shinto, it's not enough to rely on one thing alone. No matter how famous I am in Jiannan Dao, people often don't recognize it when it spreads. It's half the result with half the effort. After all, I have to go out. , got in touch with the upper circles of Shilin, well, why not sort out your thoughts today..."

Thinking of this, he spread out the paper on the table, polished the pen, pondered for a moment, raised his hand and wrote two words on the paper -

life.

The word "Xing" is ethereal, flexible and changeable, just like thoughts.

The word "ming" is condensed, plump and square, just like flesh and blood.

After thinking for a while, Qiu Yan put pen to paper again and wrote two words.

I wrote "文" under "性", and my literary thoughts suddenly surged;

Under "ming", he wrote "wu", and he was immediately full of energy and blood.

Civilization and military affairs are vaguely compatible, but there are still gaps, and they seem not to be logically unified.

Qiu Yan shook his head, closed his eyes, and thought carefully, the memories in his heart flowed, the memories of his past life and this life roared like a tide, and then a little spiritual light flew out of it!

He opened his eyes suddenly, moved his pen tip, and wrote two more words!

"Wen" is followed by "Zhi", which expresses an artistic conception of inquiry, understanding and comprehension;

"Martial" means "Xing", exuding an artistic conception of practice, experimentation and mastery!

boom!

When the two words "knowledge and action" came true, Qiu Yan's perception suddenly shook. The power that penetrated his whole body actually penetrated inwards. His heart became clear, and his perception floated up, just like his soul leaving the body!

On his forehead, a thin line gradually appeared!

"Huh?" Two surprises sounded outside the hospital!

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At the same time, there was a big city in the northwest of Jiannan Road, Xingyuan Mansion, and Quanyou Academy.

Zhao Bingcheng and another old man sat in the room, looking at the words in front of them, silently.

After a few breaths, Zhao Bingcheng sighed and said with a bitter look on his face: "Now that things have come to a point, we can only use these foreign texts first."

Another person also sighed and said helplessly: "Who would have thought that our Quanyou Academy would be in the situation it is now, with the disciples unable to write an article that can be dedicated to the Saint Hall."

Zhao Bingcheng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "On this trip, I used the manuscripts of sages as a guide to collect these scriptures and poems in order to prevent this from happening. It's not too late. The deadline is approaching. Let's get over it. If If it still doesn’t work, we can only seek help from other academies.”

"If you really ask for help, Quanyou's reputation will be completely ruined. Now is the critical moment for the fight for Confucian orthodoxy. Once this comes out, everything will stop!"

As the two of them spoke, they sorted out a few articles, picked them up, and walked outside.

Among these articles, there is the song "Compassion for the Peasants" written by Qiu Yan in Wuxin City! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!

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