Dao Fruit

Hearing someone calling his name, Zhang Yingchao looked in the direction of the voice and saw three men, all dressed as servants. At first glance, they looked quite impressive.

"Three servants?"

The scholars at the table saw the people coming. Some frowned, while others looked worried.

"I am Zhang Yingchao. What do you want from me?" Zhang Yingchao saw the people coming, but he did not back down and stood up directly.

"Oh?" The servants looked over, and the leader clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Zhang, we are servants of the Han Mansion. We are ordered to invite you over. My second master wants to see you."

"It is indeed the Han Mansion! Brother Zhang, we cannot agree to this!" After hearing this, the people around him all secretly said that it was not good and whispered to persuade him.

Zhang Yingchao frowned slightly, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

"It's really the Han Mansion! Could it be that Brother Liu and Brother Li are right?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Yingchao said to the Confucian scholars around him: "Thank you for your concern, but the Han Mansion is the residence of the Prime Minister, and it has its own governance methods. The servants in the mansion dare not pass on false orders. Since Han Zhuo wants to see me, how can I avoid him?"

His words seemed to praise the Han Mansion, but in fact they were sarcastic. Although the three servants could not hear the deep meaning, they knew it was not a good word, and their faces immediately turned bad.

Then, the group of people left with stiff faces.

Looking at the backs of Zhang Yingchao and the servants going away, the people at the table lost their appetite and shook their heads.

"Brother Zhang is too straightforward and doesn't know how to be tactful."

"Although these three people are servants, they are Han's people after all, and they are the seventh-rank officials of the prime minister's doorman. They should not be offended."

"Yes, when he was talented, doing this was the pride of a famous scholar and could be passed down as a good story. Now that such a thing has happened, it is disrespectful in the eyes of others. Even if it is spread out, others will also give him an evaluation of being ungrateful."

...

Several people whispered, and as they talked, they felt that they were in the same boat.

These Confucian scholars, each of them has a reputation, and most of them are Juren. They will appear in Dongdu. On the one hand, they are on the road to prepare for the next year's joint examination, and on the other hand, it is because Dongdu is a place of outstanding people and many academies. Various theories emerge in an endless stream, and they come here to study and bathe in literary thoughts.

However, before coming to Dongdu again, they did not know each other, and the reason why they could sit here and drink was inseparable from King Yan.

This Dongdu is prosperous, but there are also many incidents, not long ago. There was a scholar named Huang Yan who mentioned anti-poems in his restaurant. He was also quite capable and instigated civil unrest. Although it was quickly quelled and did not affect much, it gave some people a reason to talk, and Prince Yan was one of them.

This prince used the excuse of suppressing bandits. He was stationed in Xuankou, arrested Confucian scholars who came and went, and stole their literary thoughts. Many Confucian scholars present were victims of this incident.

They were imprisoned together in Xuankou Town, so they got to know each other. After regaining their freedom, they went north together. After a few visits, their friendship emerged.

However, it didn't take long for someone to discover the problem -

Some people found that their own knowledge, article memory, and understanding of the classics were all gone, and even some etiquette and manners were not clear. This shocked many Confucian scholars and made them feel uneasy all day long.

The subsequent bad news came one after another. The memory of literary thoughts was the foundation for them to climb and maintain their status. Once the literary thoughts were gone, everything began to collapse like a castle in the air.

Zhang Yingchao is just one of them.

"Brother Zhang is in trouble, and even servants dare to bully him. It's infuriating, but what's the difference between us? I heard that Brother Liu was recommended to Jingshen Academy this time, but he failed the entrance examination yesterday and was humiliated in public by a son of an official."

"Yes, I was so angry that I almost got into trouble, but the other party just looked at me and stunned me."

"Those sons of officials have been living in luxury since childhood, with medicinal food to replenish their vitality, and can practice martial arts, so they are naturally strong and healthy. If you don't do it, Brother Liu, you will only get beaten, not to mention that you will be in trouble afterwards."

"That makes sense. We originally had to rely on our own efforts to accumulate knowledge and change our fortunes by passing the exams. Now we have no knowledge, how can we compare with those people?"

Since ancient times, the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts. Practicing martial arts requires the development of blood and flesh potential, constantly overdrawing vitality, and needs to be supplemented by external objects, which often costs a lot. If ordinary people don't have the opportunity, they can't afford it at all. In comparison, it is easier to learn knowledge in the imperial examination.

This is also the reason why the six arts of gentlemen are gradually declining. It's not that people today are unwilling to learn, but for things like archery and charioteering, how can ordinary people have the conditions to learn?

Moreover, although the imperial examination opened up a new path for humanity, it still has limitations. Apart from other things, rich families can easily buy classics and invite famous teachers, but poor children do not have this ability. Instead, they have to consume their family savings. Fortunately, as long as they can read and copy, they can find some books to copy and memorize. If they can put aside their face and write some couplets and family letters for others, they can also supplement their family expenses.

However, for many Confucian scholars present, all these have disappeared.

Without knowledge, they don’t even have the confidence to speak, just like rootless duckweed, feeling empty and fearful in their hearts, feeling that there is no hope for the future, and many people even have a tendency to be confused.

"A few days ago, I saw two Confucian scholars who had run out of money and were unwilling to beg. Alas..."

Several people were lamenting, suddenly!

A wisp of breeze came from all around, passed through the window, lifted the curtains, and poured into the restaurant.

Then, the breeze blew on their faces, and a table of Confucian scholars was stunned!

The wind contained traces of literary thoughts, which followed the chain of cause and effect and flowed into the hearts of the scholars through the seven orifices.

Classic articles, academic memories, and insights resurfaced in their minds, took root, and expanded bit by bit. Feeling the changes in the memories in their hearts, many people's eyes gradually became moist.

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The back house of Han Mansion.

Zhang Yingchao sat on a chair, waiting for Han Zhuo's summons, but there were no servants or maids around, not even anyone serving tea.

The servants who live in the house are the most discerning. They know that Han Fu, the confidant of the second master, does not want to see the scholar, so how can someone come here who is not open-minded?

However, in Zhang Yingchao's eyes, this scene was an insult. He couldn't help but feel angry and his face slowly turned red.

At this time, a lazy voice came from the side——

"Zhang Sheng, come here, the second master is calling you." The voice came. Han Fu walked out of the room, glanced at Zhang Yingchao, and frowned slightly, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up!" This greeting sounded like he was scolding a servant.

Zhang Yingchao immediately became furious, stood up from his chair, walked up to Han Fu in two steps, and looked at him coldly!

Thump thump thump!

Han Fu was momentarily overwhelmed by Zhang Yingchao's momentum and took a few steps back. Then he calmed down and said angrily: "What are you going to do? Do you want to make trouble in the Han Mansion? You are very courageous!"

"How dare you, a slave, represent the Han government? It's just a fight against human power!" Zhang Yingchao left this sentence, flicked his sleeves, and strode to see Han Zhuo.

But his eyes were full of grief, helplessness and desolation.

"Rebellion! Rebellion!" Han Fu's expression suddenly changed, and he was very angry at the words "dog fighting against human power". He even noticed the glances of the servants and maids around him, and he felt like he was in trouble.

"I want to see how you can be so powerful in front of the second master without any knowledge! You will have to suffer a lot when you are reprimanded again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward and followed.

But not a few steps. A wisp of breeze fell from the sky and passed by Han Fu, making him shiver and look around. But nothing was found.

And the breeze, which contained a strong literary spirit, had already meandered all the way and caught up with Zhang Yingchao who was walking. Integrate into his body along the seven orifices.

Then, Zhang Yingchao trembled.

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at the same time.

In several inns in the Eastern Capital, a famous Confucian scholar who was curled up trembled at the same time.

In several streets and alleys of Dongdu, several lost men raised their heads with surprise on their faces.

In several ruined temples outside Dongdu, several scrawny scholars were also shocked, and then burst into tears.

Outside the borders of the Eastern Capital, many disheartened Confucian scholars were wrapped in a gust of breeze, and their spirits and spirits immediately changed, no longer feeling depressed as before.

…

Similar things are happening in many places at this moment.

The luck of each Confucian scholar had been deflected with Wen Si's departure, and some were even about to disappear. But at this moment, Wen Si returned and suppressed them again, allowing their luck to settle.

Moreover, the joy of regaining something is a cleansing of the soul, which makes all Confucian scholars feel emotional and change their mood.

This transformation, following the causal link, reversed and passed into Qiu Yan's living soul.

The entanglement of these causes and effects did not pull Qiu Yan's living soul. Instead, like dry wood thrown into the flames, it dissipated in the soul and stimulated changes in the soul. Even a small part of the ambition and cause and effect entangled in his body disintegrated. , and then, the whirlpool of souls that had been stagnant for a long time started to rotate rapidly.

The situation of those Confucian scholars at this moment also reflected in Qiu Yan's heart, allowing him to see the changes in human relationships and the changes in world affairs, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Then, the souls formed into a whirlpool and exploded with strong suction power. The four bookshelves were sucked in immediately. Then, the three fires on Qiu Yan's shoulders also swayed, and finally they all flew out and merged into it.

Spin! Spin! Spin!

The entire living soul rotated, shrank, and finally condensed into a single point!

This is where the brilliance shines!

The next moment, the light returned to the physical body.

Suddenly, Qiu Yan's whole body trembled, his blood and flesh boiled, vitality, strength, and spiritual energy rolled throughout his body, separated into strands, and converged towards that point of light!

That light, together with the whole body, released a little flame.

The inner fire is revealed!

Around Xinhuo, the light and shadow were distorted, gradually forming an outline, which seemed to be a seal character.

Soon, the seal characters became clear, and the word "Zhi" came out, dwelling in the soul, sitting in one side. Qiu Yan suddenly felt something more solid and solid in his heart, and he knew that his luck was suppressed by the fire in his heart.

Then, luck and seal characters became intertwined, and the three fires of happiness, wealth and longevity flew out from the heart fire. These many things were intertwined and became clearer and more solid.

Qiu Yan realized that the opportunity had come, so he raised his hand and made a seal.

"Soul, condense!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!

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