Song Qing said that a cultivator is like a pocket, the pocket is boundless, and the difference in the realm is only the size of the mouth of the bag.

The scholar's bag is pitifully small, and only an insignificant heroic spirit can get into it, and at most it is better than nothing. Therefore, it is useless to be a scholar.

The mouth of the big Confucian bag is much bigger, but if the temperament is similar, the big and small heroic spirits can drill into it, and the spiritual power is naturally amazing.

Among the heroic spirits who come to vote voluntarily, there are always some who will give up their remnant souls to nourish your life spirit, and the difference between the strength and weakness of the life spirit is the realm of the cultivator. The deeper the understanding of the meaning of this scripture, the higher the efficiency of absorbing the heroic spirits, and the greater the probability of getting the fusion of the heroic spirits, so "learning without thinking is reckless, and thinking without learning is lazy".

Song Qing said it clearly, but Bu An had his own understanding.

In his opinion, the so-called "cultivation is God's respect for people" seems to be very inspiring, but in fact, it expresses the passivity and helplessness of practitioners. Heroic spirits can't be seen, touched, or caught, and cultivators can only seduce them by "dressing themselves......

The more you devote yourself to reading, the more you enjoy it, the more you can seduce you, the better your temperament, and the more sincerity you have. The truth is similar to falling in love.

Bu'an's understanding is like seeing the practice in the world as a large-scale blind date, and it can't be said to be wrong, but it seems a little vulgar.

Perhaps as far as he is concerned, he would rather be a scumbag who attacks everywhere and uses domineering methods in this practice field, rather than be a resentful woman who dresses up in the mirror and waits for luck.

On this morning, the area of Tianmu Academy, close to the Dianxing Temple, was unusually quiet, and everyone stood still, waiting for the Confucian heroes to come to "Linxing".

After standing for half an hour, Bu Anku shook his head and scolded the sky: "I was supposed to be on the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch." Just strolling through the mountains, stopping and stopping, occasionally glancing at Tu Yao who closed his eyes and meditated.

The spirit he recruited actually didn't treat him at all, and he was all robbed by others, and he was angry at first, but then slowly figured it out. I really don't agree with the Confucian spirit, those heroic spirits who are full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, it is normal that they can't be deceived, and they can't improve their realm if they are deceived.

Besides, the words are copied, read it freely, the breath is out, and the heart is comfortable.

In fact, the real reason is that there are still poems that can be copied!

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Under the head of Tianmu Academy, there are a pair of scholars, thirteen Confucians, nearly 100 gentlemen, and more than 1,000 scholars. Among the more than 1,000 scholars, there are very few who can worship under the Great Confucian Sect as soon as they are admitted to the hospital, and Song Qing is one of them.

Now Bu'an has also won this honor, happy to be happy, but I feel that I have worshiped a young beauty as a teacher, and I want to call her "Master", which is always a little awkward, so I have to comfort myself with "There is a sequence of hearing the Tao" or "There must be my teacher in a threesome".

He knew that Tu Yao didn't really fall in love with his poetic talent, and after the vision of the gathering of heroic spirits in the sky disappeared, he dragged Song Qing and asked, "You say, is the master discerning and seeing that my talent is very different?"

Song Qing replied simply: "No." ”

Bu An was a little disappointed and a little unwilling, and asked, "How do you know that it's not? You're not the roundworm in her stomach?"

Song Qing smiled: "Because it was my idea for the master." Do you know? The great Confucian of the academy must have at least four disciples before he can receive the academy monthly salary, and Senior Brother Xiuping will soon go to Tongguan to the border, and there are no new disciples coming in this year's spring exam, and the master will not be able to receive the monthly salary, so I recommended you to her. ”

Bu An'an thought, it turned out that I was a full number, feeling a little frustrated and a little puzzled, and asked, "Then why didn't she come earlier?" ”

Song Qing explained: "Shizun said that she doesn't teach or lectur, and she misleads people's children, so don't mislead ......you until last resort."

Bu An couldn't cry or laugh, and when he thought about it, he felt that it was wrong, and said: "If she is really so lazy, how can she enter the 'Qi cultivation' realm at such a young age?"

Song Qing said: "People are more popular than dead people, and the mountain chief Huaicang said that the master is born innocent." ”

Bu An asked, "Is Si Wuxian very powerful?"

Song Qing said: "Of course it is amazing, the cultivation is secondary, and more importantly, only the most difficult and magical of the six arts can be cultivated!"

Bu An immediately remembered Tu Yao's magical power that day, and asked, "What kind of magical power?"

Song Qing shook his head and said: "Buddhism has magical powers, our Confucianism practices the six arts, etiquette and archery calligraphy, and the master learns etiquette!"

He explained that among the six arts of Confucianism, ritual is the spirit of etiquette, music is the rhythm of music, archery is archery, imperial sword is the imperial sword, calligraphy is calligraphy, and art is the control of things.

Then he asked Bu An if he had prepared the silver for the land.

Bu An didn't understand what "the silver of the land" meant, and after Song Qing's explanation, he learned that Tianmu Academy does not charge tuition, but every beginner student has to buy a piece of land in this mountain, cultivate it by himself, and be self-sufficient, until he leaves and then sells it back to the academy at a low price.

He asked the price clearly, and found that he couldn't even buy the small guest house on Liuyuntai with these broken silver, and his heart suddenly felt a little bored. Even if you can't afford to buy a house in your previous life, not only can you still not afford it when you come here, but you also become a "just need".

Song Qing later said that he would choose a day to apprentice, and Bu An dealt with it, a little absent-mindedly.

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In the evening of the same day, Lu Feiyang came to Liuyuntai to find Bu'an and asked him to transcribe the full text of "Fixing the Storm", saying that it was the practice of the academy and that it should be archived and kept.

This guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes probably admired Bu'an's poetic talent, and his speech became very polite, but Bu'an went around with him, saying that his words couldn't be elegantly displayed for a while, and saying that he also heard this word from a certain surnamed Su, in short, he just refused to write.

Lu Feiyang finally sat down on the bamboo chair, laughed, and said, "Other beginner scholars can just praise a few words, and they will get carried away, but you are an outlier. Let me tell you the truth, the poems from the academy in the past dynasties are indeed to be archived, and now I am in charge of this mess, and if you want to write it down, it will not be in vain, and I will always give you some benefits. ”

Bu An'an thought, I have been waiting for this half a day, just waiting for your words, how good it is for you to say it earlier, why waste those words in vain. He had already asked Song Qing that it was not beneficial to recite poems in the academy to attract heroic spirits, otherwise he would not have to worry about the land.

After the play was done, he stopped going around in circles, and said bitterly: "I am indeed a little difficult, I didn't bring enough money when I came out......"

Lu Feiyang didn't wait for him to finish speaking, then frowned and said: "If the academy pays for your poem, won't it lose its elegance when it comes to it in the future?" He can serve as a poetry examiner in the spring examination, so he is naturally obsessed with this, no wonder he cares about elegance.

Bu An didn't care, waved his hand and said, "I won't reach out to ask for money, but I don't have money to buy land now." ”

Only then did Lu Feiyang figure out what he meant, and said with a smile: "This is easy to do, I will make my own opinion, and use a piece of land in exchange for you to transcribe this poem "Fixing the Storm" for archiving, how about it?"

Bu An was puzzled: "What do you mean by Bedi?"

Lu Feiyang said with a smile: "A, B, C, D, and Wu Ji Gengxin, Wu Di is the fifth class, the top of Xiaoling Mountain or the east slope of Daling. ”

Bu'an has never owned real estate, even if the academy land is a little special, it is inevitable that he will be excited, but because he was poor in his previous life, he developed the habit of bargaining, so he said: "Wu Di Wu Di, it sounds like a good land and a bad land, a little unlucky." ”

Lu Feiyang sincerely persuaded: "Bu'an, you are a scholar of Confucianism, and you are silent and confused. ”

Bu An couldn't figure out whether he was sincere or fake, he just fought for it casually, and if he couldn't get it, he got up and smiled: "Yes, yes, yes, Zi Bu is strange and confused...... It's good. I'll write to you now. ”

There is a heroic spirit three feet on his head, Lu Feiyang is a great Confucian, Bu An is not afraid that he will regret receiving the word, so he immediately grinds and prepares paper, and seriously finishes writing the poem "Fixing the Storm", and then hesitates a little, or signs the signature of "Su Dongpo".

As soon as he lifted the pen, Lu Feiyang smiled heartily and said: "Okay, good, what an arrogant boy! I will give you Dongpo Wudi, and you really signed the name of Dongpo." This unruly has been passed down by the poet and the immortals! Tu Yao's insight, I am not as good as her! But tonight's events will be a good story when it gets out in the future!"

Bu An was inexplicably puzzled by him, and said in his heart: This can also be connected?

When the ink was dry, Lu Feiyang carefully folded the rice paper and stuffed it into his arms, but he had no intention of leaving, and sat there and said something inconsequential such as insects and frogs on a spring night, and the warmth and coldness of people in the world.

Bu An coped with it for a long time, only to realize that he was knocking on the side and seducing himself to write poetry, so he smiled and said: "Uncle Lu, I really heard this "Fixing the Storm", you don't think I'm joking, right?"

Only then did Lu Feiyang look up to the sky and laugh and go out.

Early the next morning, Bu'an pushed the door and went out, only to see that Liuyuntai was much more lively than before, and there were many talented and beautiful women wandering under the flowers and trees, shaking their heads and sighing about the spring. Needless to say, I must have heard the rumors of the gathering of heroic spirits in front of the Star Hall yesterday and the innate vision, and came to try my luck.

Since you don't have much benefit from reciting poems and summoning spirits, it's enough to do it once, and if you do more, you're stupid. But the students of the academy who are eager to make progress are very difficult, and wherever Bu'an goes, they will appear there.

In the end, he had to put down the shelf, took the initiative to meet him, and composed a few unobtrusive limerick poems to extinguish the enthusiasm of his fans and regain his purity.