It was about Bu'an who pondered for too long, and Chen Que'an said comfortingly: "Don't worry too much about the virtuous nephew, there is Qufu Academy behind Song Yinting, although it is not as entrenched as Zhang Chengtao on the Qimin Road, but after all, it is scattered and the power is all over the country. “

When Bu An heard this, he also felt that he didn't need to think so much.

Whether it is Song Yinting or Zhang Chengtao, they are much bigger than him, and now the Seventh Division has finished working, and the remaining endgame is too extensive to intervene as a Jiupin Wen Sanguan.

"Uncle Chen," he smiled, deciding to spend his mind on the flower, and then shook his head, "It was also my reckless behavior that dragged you into this quagmire...... Unexpectedly, in the end, it was still the master who you could see through. ”

"A family doesn't speak two words. Chen Quean smiled and waved his hand: "Besides, these days, living in the post station, it is a little colder, but there is no mundane trouble, some old knots, calm down, but figure it out." ”

"When I went down the mountain, I was also ambitious, thinking about showing my talents and learning, and I didn't dare to say that governing the country and leveling the world, at least to benefit the people. But in the past two months, I have lived here, but I feel that it doesn't matter whether there is a parent official in Changtai County or not. Chen Que'an's face was a little lonely, and he looked more and more old.

Bu An was slightly stunned, and said goodbye, I still have to rely on your qualifications to eat the Jianzhou Mansion, at this juncture, you suddenly gave birth to the heart, let me find the right person for a while?

"No, no, no," he immediately retorted, "I only stayed in Changtai County for half a day, and I felt that the market was prosperous and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, all of which were given by my uncle." ”

"How is the market in Changtai County, how are the people, can you still have me?" Chen Que'an smiled, and then his expression suddenly became serious: "Now, you tell the truth, the poem on the Lanting Summer Collection, does it refer to?"

"Why did Uncle Shi suddenly ask about this?" Bu An hesitated, his interaction with Chen Quean was very limited, and he planned to raise his hand and help him as a puppet, but he was afraid that the conversation would be too deep, and there would be a gap between them because of different ideas.

"Ask the canal to be as clear as possible, for there is a source of living water to ......" Chen Quean sighed: "Uncle Shi has lived to this age, half of his body has been buried in the ground, but when he heard these two sentences, he actually had a feeling of sudden enlightenment. I thought that when I was on Tianmu Mountain, I was familiar with the books of sages, and I only felt that every word was beautiful, but after going down the mountain, I found that many of what was said in the book were too difficult to follow. ”

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and continued: "In the officialdom, there are many people who bully the superior and the inferior, and everyone avoids those who are upright and unyielding. said that I, Changtai Zhixian County, said that I was the master of the people, but I knew that Lin Tong was harming the township, but there was nothing I could do about him, just because he was Zhang Chengtao's lackey. ”

Chen Laozhixian opened the chatterbox, couldn't stop for a while, shook his head and said: "Is Zhang Chengtao better? In order to sit firmly in the position of political envoy, he doesn't know how much silver he sprinkled in Bianjing...... This Great Liang Dynasty is like a pool of stagnant water, what is the use of young people reading more sage books?

"There is always something that comes out of the mud and is not stained. "Step safe and avoid the serious.

"Out of the mud without staining?" Chen Que'an was slightly stunned, as if he felt that this sentence was very chewy, and sighed again for a while: "Tao Gong doesn't bend his waist for five buckets of rice, it's not that the evening scene is bleak, and his ambitions are all in vain." ”

"Since Uncle Shi thinks that the beam is a pool of stagnant water up and down, then according to what you see, what should the living water be?" Bu An deliberately asked lightly.

Chen Quean opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he felt that he had said too much today, and waved his hand with a smile: "If I can see it clearly, it will not be a mere seven-grade county order." ”

Yes, if you see too clearly, the head on your neck may not be left today...... Bu An sighed secretly, thinking that it was better not to talk about these useless things.

"Uncle Shi felt that it was difficult everywhere, perhaps because of the decline of the college. Like that Song Yinting is from Qufu Academy, and has the support of the Guogong Mansion, he doesn't have to be so angry. Bu An quietly changed the topic: "In a few more days, maybe the clouds will see the day." ”

"That's for the best. Chen Quean got up with a smile and said goodbye, and when he came to the door, he was still talking to himself, still repeating the phrase "best", but his tone sounded quite lonely.

Bu'an sent it to the door, turned back, and when he closed the door, a trace of emotion rose in his heart, and he felt that he seemed to have become "mature".

In the past, when I heard Chen Laozhixian's words, I was about to express my opinion, but just now I couldn't help it and didn't say anything.

Less of a child's heart, more of a sleek world, is this a good thing? or a bad thing?

Thinking of this, Bu An suddenly laughed. It seems that he is also in this stinky pool, sinking deeper and deeper, and is about to join the same stream.

The sky was already dark, Bu'an was sleepless, and he had nothing to do when he went out, so he stayed in the house to hone his ink and practice calligraphy.

His previous sentence "out of the mud and not stained" provoked Chen Laozhi County stunned, and then remembered that there has never been a person like Zhou Dunyi in this world, and naturally there is no "Ai Lian Said", at this time, he got the ink, and faced a blank piece of rice paper, there was nothing to write, so he naturally wrote:

"The flowers of land and water, plants and trees, the lovely ones are very rich. Jin Tao Yuanming loves chrysanthemum alone. Since Li Tang, the world has loved peony very much......"

There are no aura fluctuations, and it is obvious that this is prose, not poetry, and it can't hook the aura. Bu An was a little disappointed, but he continued to write, full of paper, just finished writing "Ai Lian Said".

When the ink stains were dry, he picked them up and looked at them for a while, and felt that his pen strength had improved a little compared to before. I just don't know what the movement will be if I write this paper with divine power.

In the past month or so, he has almost traveled all over Jianzhou and Yanping, and he can't even count how many ghosts he has caught, and the two ghosts in the dantian have completely condensed into a pill-like shape, and it seems that the next promotion is not far away.

If what the flower girl said is right, then his current realm should be a human god, as long as he is promoted again, he will be a god and human realm, and his strength is roughly equivalent to the empty realm of a cultivator.

What are the odds of winning against his boss Tu Yan?

Bu An subconsciously still regarded Situ Yan as a reference, although he had never seen that Confucian genius, let alone a grudge.

When he realized this, he shook his head vigorously, as if to drive this inexplicable obsession out of his head.

The sky gradually brightened, and there were voices outside, Bu'an put down the rice paper, tidied up his clothes a little, and went out for breakfast.