Dao Fruit

"I've seen the diagram of the machine. The so-called stove bag is actually a wind bag." The young man smiled when he heard the words, with a look of color on his face. "The wind bag made by Qiu Sheng is similar to the wind bag I made when I was ten years old. Compared with my elder brother, it is even better." Much worse. The biggest flaw is that it is too bulky and requires one person to hold the railing and one person to push the bag down. "

The old man shook his head: "Yes, you are biased in comparing Qiu Yan with Fei'er."

The young man known as the "quasi boy" smiled and said: "But what I said is the truth. Even though Mr. Qiu has some talent, he is already past his prime. Even if he turns to specialize in research, his achievements will be limited."

The old man still shook his head: "You don't have enough vision. You only see things superficially. You only see the simple structure of the mechanism, but you don't know that the structure is easier for people to remember and learn. After all, this air-blowing stove is for human use." ”

"Even so, it's not enough to prove that his talent is comparable to that of his elder brother!" Zhun'er shook his head.

The old man sighed and added: "Even though the structure of this stove is bulky, you didn't see that there was unfinished meaning in that machine diagram. It was obvious that you didn't write down all the thoughts in your mind!"

Zhun'er said nonchalantly: "Uncle Shi, I think you are overthinking."

The old man saw his appearance and knew that the other party was young and energetic, with a youthful mind. How could he be easily convinced? What's more, Qiu Yan is still a Confucian scholar. He didn't say anything, but just said: "You have seen the diagram of the stove's mechanism. I wonder if you have ever seen the replica of Hongqiao?"

"Oh? I've never seen this before, but it's just a bridge. How can you tell what it's like?"

Just as Zhun'er was talking, he saw the old man take out a scroll from his arms and spread it out on the table.

The strange thing is that the painting is completely black and no other colors can be seen.

But Zhun'er's eyes flashed with brilliance, and then his face changed, with a look of surprise on his face: "What kind of bridge is this?"

"That Qiu Sheng calls it 'Hongqiao'." The old man said. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the dark scroll, "This bridge is two feet wide, seven feet five spans, and one foot five arch. Each arch consists of six wooden beams arranged staggered. Qiu Sheng calls this method 'stacked beam arch', which can Twenty-two rows of arches are placed side by side to form a bridge, without any other supports. From a distance, it looks like a flying rainbow crossing the river!"

"This..." Zhuner's eyes widened, "Although this method can fix the bridge body, it is easier said than done. Why not use bridge pillars to support it? It is suspected of trying to please others!"

"So, you haven't mastered kung fu yet. You can't just talk about mechanics on paper, you have to apply what you have learned. Why do you think Mr. Qiu wanted to build the Flying Hong Bridge? It's because the bridge in Shuikou Town is built on the rapids. Every year in July and August, the mountains and rivers are flooded. If it rises, the bridge pillars will be destroyed. Where will the bridge body be when the pillars are gone?”

After hearing this, cold sweat broke out on Zhun'er's head, and he stared at the scroll in front of him, his eyes trembling slightly. His lips trembled, as if he was calculating something.

It turns out that this Hongqiao is Qiu Yan's way north. The tips left behind when passing by a village called "Shikou Town".

The bridges at this time were mostly wooden bridges with pillars, which were built with pillars against the bridge body.

However, this method is not suitable in Shuikou Town, because the Han River passes through the town and the water flow is turbulent. As soon as summer comes, the bridge will collapse. Now that August has just passed, the bridge collapsed again. Qiu Yan happened to pass by during the reconstruction and took a few looks. , leaving a structural diagram.

Shuikou Town is still within the borders of Jiannan Road, and the local officials are also aware of Qiu Yan's reputation. Coupled with the interference of Soul Dao and Shinto, it was finally built.

This bridge does not require bridge pillars, so there is no need to worry about being hit by the rapids.

Afterwards, the bridge was named "Qiusheng Bridge" or "Qiusheng Hong Bridge" by the villagers.

After a while, Zhun'er, who was sweating profusely, breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "Yes, this kind of Feihong Bridge is indeed extraordinary. Let me think about it, I may not be able to figure it out, but I don't believe that Qiu If a Confucian scholar could come up with such a method, he must have inherited it. Otherwise, why wouldn't he make it public if he designed such a flying bridge? Instead, he would just study like a normal person? "

The old man sighed again and said, "This is the shocking part. Mr. Qiu left the stove and Hongqiao behind and left gracefully. He looked unconcerned. It was clear that his ambition was not here and he did not leave these things behind. It’s too serious.”

As soon as he said this, Zhun'er's face suddenly turned ugly. The things he pursued were not taken seriously in the eyes of others, and anyone else would be unhappy.

What made it even more difficult for him to accept was that this person who didn't pay much attention to machine learning could travel all the way and occasionally do so, but he could leave behind amazing things. This contrast made Zhun'er faintly jealous and inexplicably hostile.

The old man didn't seem to notice Zhun'er's expression, and said to himself: "Besides, although he didn't deliberately publicize it, the Hongqiao and the kitchen stove are there, and they are spread day by day. It is only a matter of time before they become famous all over the world. Moreover, this is still a Not bad qualifications. If he becomes an official in the future, he might be able to use this as capital to get promoted. "

"Hmph!" Zhuner snorted coldly after hearing this, "The method of Fengqiu has been recorded in ancient books for a long time, but because of the prosperity of the Shinto in later generations, it was lost in the long river of history. It is really a coincidence that Qiu Yan used this to achieve his goal! Besides, that Hongqiao is just adapting to local conditions. When I master my machine skills, I can still make a difference when encountering the same situation!"

He said these words with great pride, but at the end he changed the subject and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Shi, let's not go back now, let's go to Dongdu!"

"Oh?" The old man raised his eyebrows, knowing that the provoking method had an effect, but his face remained calm, "You want to go to Dongdu? But, didn't you say before..."

"It was before, but now I have changed my mind! The Confucian Apricot Forum is full of academies in the East, and all parties gather together. This is a rare opportunity, how can I miss it? I, Tian Zhun, are going to take a look. Now in this Confucian school, there are What a young man!"

The old man hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "Okay, let's go to Dongdu." After saying that, he put the scroll away, took out a few coins from his sleeve, and put it on the table.

After doing this, the old man and the young man got up and left.

In the past half day, the two of them talked a lot, many of which contained hidden and worrying words, which might even cause a commotion, but the people at the next few tables seemed to not hear them and didn't care about them.

Not long after, two dark figures disappeared into the crowd.

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Crackling!

The hall where King Yan hosted the banquet was in chaos. After Qiu Yan left, King Yan calmed down for a while, then became furious and smashed objects crazily, smashing whatever he encountered!

"Damn it! A scholar actually dares to threaten me, the prince! This is so outrageous!"

on the ground. It was filled with pieces of china, leftovers, and discarded tables and chairs, many of which were of great value.

The maids and servants were watching, but they did not dare to come forward to comfort him and remained silent.

After smashing for a while, King Yan was panting and stopped. The anger in his heart subsided slightly, and then a fierce look appeared on his face.

"Then Qiu Yan thinks that everything will be fine if he hooks up with Lizong Academy? I also have an eye for the academy, so I just need to make some small plans...ah!"

He was thinking of revenge. Suddenly he screamed, raised his hands to cover his head, and fell to the ground!

Seeing this scene, the maids and servants panicked. They didn't dare to come forward before for fear of being angered, but now the situation is obviously that King Yan is ill and cannot be ignored.

But after they stepped forward, they didn't know what to do.

At this time. A weak voice came from the side——

"Go...go and invite Miss Han over! Go quickly!"

But it was Gong Yangyi who opened his mouth to give orders. At this moment, he was slumped in a corner, his face was pale and he looked haggard. After saying this sentence, he seemed out of breath.

Upon hearing the order, a servant responded and left in a hurry. Not long after, the Confucian scholar dressed as a young master came over.

Gong Yangyi saw the person coming and struggled to get up. He cupped his hands at the Confucian scholar and said, "Miss Han, please save my prince."

"That's easy to say." The Confucian scholar replied in a clear voice. It was obvious that she was disguised as a man. She took two steps forward, a bright light flashed in her eyes, and her eyes fell on Prince Yan. Then she smiled and said, "What a Qiu Yan, how can he use such words?" If you use other methods to restrain others, if they have evil intentions, they will be severely punished! This is in line with the principle of "rewarding and punishing rather than benevolent", so insightful! "

As soon as he finished speaking, the folding fan in his hand opened with a "swish" sound, and there was a line of words written on the fan -

Governance and strength are born from the law, weakness and chaos are born from Ah!

The stability and strength of a country come from acting in accordance with the law; while the turmoil and weakness come from violating the law and submitting to human will and orders.

Each of these ten words exudes a strong and irrefutable flavor, as strong as iron, and will not move even an inch!

There is charm and artistic conception flowing out!

Then, "Miss Han" held up a fan, and the airflow flowed and fell on King Yan. A ring-shaped headband faintly appeared on the other person's head, and then merged into flesh and blood. King Yan immediately stopped screaming. He regained his composure, but his clothes were stained with debris and soup, making him extremely miserable.

"Li Jie, you're lucky. If you hadn't brought your ancestor's fan, you would have had to wait for your thoughts to calm down before you could get rid of the severe pain." Miss Han looked at Prince Yan, shook her head and said, "However, treating the symptoms won't work. Treat the root cause and if you have evil thoughts towards Qiu Yan in the future, the scene just now will happen again."

"What?" King Yan Li Jie looked pale, "Please also ask Wei Mei to save me and eradicate the hidden dangers."

"I don't have the ability to eradicate it. You can go to Jinwu Dao and find a way." Miss Han put away the folding fan and turned around with a smile. "However, I advise you to stay away from the Taoist gate. People from outside can't be trusted."

She turned around and said: "Moreover, Zhen Chi and Jade Basin are with you, so that you can learn, not steal. It should be noted that literary energy is one of the pillars of dragon energy. If you use literary energy, you will naturally suffer backlash. Qiu Yan can't do anything about it." Otherwise, why would he dare to touch you? Isn't it because of the evil consequences that you planted yourself? You should take care of yourself, and don't let yourself die."

After saying that, Miss Han stepped out, waved her fan, and left, leaving behind King Yan with a gloomy expression.

………………

In the evening, Qiu Yan followed the carriage of Zhen Zhizuo and others to the gate of Lizong Academy.

On the way, Zhen Zhizuo also introduced a lot of information related to Lizong, including many gems, which made Qiu Yan interested in the two gentlemen, Mr. Chen and Xiao Chen, and wanted to ask for advice.

Some distance away from the main entrance, several people got out of the car and met five Confucian scholars, followed by more than a dozen servants. The scene was not bad, but Zhen Zhizuo's face immediately turned gloomy.

Seeing this, the leading Confucian scholar smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Zhen, don't blame Hua Zhang. In the past few days, Secretary He has been arguing with people and heaven. He is unable to get away, so he sent us here." (Unfinished) To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!

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