"Oh, the monarch and His Royal Highness Feng'e have already left?" After Huang Shi noticed the disappearance of the two divine brilliances in the Yongle Palace, he walked into the main hall.

"They went to Nanyushan to find out the news, and they should be able to come back in a while. Ji Le smiled and asked, "How is the old man's health?" I sat at the door for a long time just now, are you tired?"

I'm fighting in the Spirit Palace, and you're watching the play at the door?

"Haha...... The scenery of the Spirit Palace is good, just look outside for a while. Cangjie hurriedly snorted and fooled this matter: "By the way, the old man saw a human face in the sky, is it from Nan Yushan?"

"Yes, at present, Yang Ke and they are looking for trouble in the past, Jiugong City does not have to worry. ”

"Then you want to support the two of them?"

"Both of them are demigods, so where do we need our support? ”

Joining forces against enemies is a good way to enhance relationships.

Shi Huangshi nodded and sat on the other side of Ji Le.

Ji Le took out the osmanthus tea that had just been made and entertained Shi Huang.

"It seems that His Highness has finally made the tea out. ”

"It's just some inferior tea, which is hard to eat. So, I mixed the petals on the golden laurel tree to make osmanthus tea, which can barely be regarded as a medicinal tea that can enhance spiritual power. Ji Le poured tea for Shi Huang's family, and the pale golden tea flowed into the tea cup, causing ripples in circles.

Seeing this, the young man took out a drawing board that Ji Le had drawn not long ago. On the drawing board, it is the vast cold realm of the Moon Palace. Next to the cold palace, there is a bent old laurel with weeping leaves and flowers.

As the fragrance of tea spreads, this drawing board resonates, and the three of them are like being in a fairyland, coming to the mansion of Guanghan and Qingxu.

Shi Huang raised his eyebrows: "What a big gimmick!"

Ji Le smiled and said, "It's okay to be idle, you can only come up with some tricks." Look, isn't it a special taste to drink tea in this view?"

Ji Le took out the wooden cake that he ordered someone to prepare yesterday.

"This cake is filled with osmanthus that Yu Yu pickled last year, with fairyland and spiritual tea, it has a unique taste, the old man should try it. ”

Eating the wooden cakes, with osmanthus tea, Shi Huang's tasted the fragrance in his mouth, and watched the cold scene of Ji Le's changes.

Indeed, let Shi Huang's gradually impetuous heart calm down again.

"Speaking of which, it was originally in the Taizhen Building, and it was the three of us. Time flies so fast. ”

Since Shi Huang's entry into the Xue Palace, the three of them rarely have time to get together.

Ji Le smiled silently, the young man held the drawing board, and asked curiously: "The old man came today, is there anything else?"

"Indeed, there is one more thing when the old man comes to Yongle Palace. Cangjie asked the young man to withdraw from the illusion and motioned for the attendant boy outside the hall to come in.

"Show them both!"

The boy took out a pen and knelt on the floor to write verses.

Ji Le and the young man looked at the words written by the boy one by one, and they all showed their expressions.

This is a sentence in the Book of Songs: "The peach is dying, scorching its bloom." ”

With the spiritual power of the boy's pen, a small pink peach branch rose from the crack in the floor.

"Huh?" the young man was surprised, leaned over his upper body, and stared at the boy carefully: "How old is this kid who can learn the magic of words?"

The boy wore his hair in a bun and wore a boy's robe, and he was not afraid to face the young man's gaze, and after writing this verse, he stood in the center of the hall with his hands down.

"This kid has a good heart. Ji Le was sitting precariously, facing the peach tree summoned by the boy, and slowly spoke, commenting: "The peach branch is just an illusion." But it is also rare to be able to condense the peach shadow with words. ”

"He is Liu Sheng's nephew, and he is still from everyone's background. Coupled with abundant spiritual power and extraordinary talent, although he is young, he has already entered the 'text supernatural power' in just a few days. ”

The way of the young man's martial soul spread in the army, and Shi Huang's "Wendao" cultivation also made achievements in the beginning of the school. Ji Le saw the parallel of civil and military, and there was a little more smile on his face.

"Even if he is talented, he needs to rely on the old man's teachings. In just a few days, this has been achieved, and you have taught it well. ”

"Lao Yu teaches Confucian students in the school palace, which is his duty. Just ......"

"Just what?"

"During the period of childhood enlightenment, the spirituality is the strongest, suitable for learning words, and studying the magic of literature and Taoism. If it works well in the future, it can be regarded as a major cultivation pillar of the Xia Kingdom. ”

If all the people can learn the magic power of words, how can the combat power of the Xia Kingdom not only double?

In a sense, Wendao is a divine technique given by Shi Huang's family. He enlightened six or seven-year-old children, allowing them to gradually comprehend the meaning of words through a wisp of literary seeds, and use the power of words to control the world and the world.

"There are too few books in the Academy. Enlightenment alone is inadequate. At present, only one book of poetry has been completed, and there are still many enlightenment classics waiting to be repaired. ”

The young man thought about it and said: "The old man is right, there are not many classics in the school palace, and they are all transcribed by the learned people among the ancestors of the year with their own memory. However, according to you, at that time, the "passing on of scriptures and governing the family" was advocated, and many classic works were controlled by the family, and there were really not many classics left, and each family had different inheritances, and there were differences in their discussions. ”

Even though Cangjie is a "sage who makes words", no one can match his understanding of the classics. However, it is still a huge project to transcribe all the classics of civilization in China for thousands of years.

The old man nodded frequently: "Yes, the old man is here to ask for help." ”

"Help?" Ji Le said: "What does the old man mean, let me help extract information from the fire and make a book in the way of séance?"

"That can only be embodied before the Eastern Han Dynasty, but many of the classics in my picture are after the Eastern Han Dynasty. ”

For example, poems from the Tang and Song dynasties.

According to Shi Huang's research, poetry is most suitable for enlightening children, cultivating sentiment, and cultivating literary connotation.

"Tang poems and Song poems?" Ji Le pondered, "Indeed, I can't embody these later classics. After all, not even paper has been made at the moment. The technology on the side of the Nonggong still needs to be improved. But don't worry, old man, I'll urge you when you go back, and I'll definitely help Xuegong improve the hardware. Get the pen and paper of the future generations out as soon as possible. ”

"No, no, no, that's not what the old man meant. Shi Huang's eyes fell on Ji Le, and he tried to shake out a kind smile: "What I mean is to ask His Royal Highness Guoling to write poems with me silently and make enlightenment teaching materials for the Academy." ”

Suddenly, the smile on Ji Le's face dissipated, and he laughed dryly: "Haha...... The old man is joking. How can I compile a textbook with this little ink?"

"Don't bother much, as long as Your Highness helps you write some Tang poems and Song lyrics......"

Let me write Tang poems and Song lyrics silently?

Ji Le seems to have returned to the days when he was in school and wrote poems silently in Chinese class. And he was forced to recite poems since he was a child, which is simply a repetition of the shadow of history!

He smiled reluctantly and defended: "But the poems inherited by the ancestors are the "Yuefu Poems" system. Tang poems and Song lyrics seem to be in the wrong format. ”

"Everything can be done slowly. Actually, I think the "Three Character Classic" can also be used, but there are some contents in it that need to be deleted. Of course, there are other things for enlightenment. For example, "Bamboo Weng Rhyme" and the like, His Royal Highness can say it silently, and I am also very happy. ”

"There are a lot of allusions in it, I'm afraid the ancestors didn't know it. The corners of Ji Le's mouth twitched: "How can the ancestors understand those allusions from the Wei and Jin dynasties?"

"Because I don't understand it, I have to learn it slowly, and I use it as an introduction to teach children about the history of their homeland. Tell them relevant allusions, let them know the historical celebrities after the Eastern Han Dynasty, and facilitate the descending of the spirit. ”

Indeed, it sounds like a good thing.

If the children were to learn about the events of the Wei, Jin, Sui, Tang, and Song dynasties, and the deeds of those celebrities, they might be able to prepare him for expanding his séance options.

But...... But then you have more to write silently, right?

Ji Le was keenly aware of Shi Huang's "sinister intentions": "Boss, don't you plan for me to work with you to write out all the literary classics of thousands of years in China?"

"In His Highness's Torch Inheritance, there must be relevant records. And there is a lot of modern knowledge, which is not needed by Xia Guo at the moment, but maybe it will be useful in the future?"

"But the amount of work is too large......"

"Take your time, drop by water, Your Highness can help me write a few books today. For example, "Zhou Yi" and "The Mean". Then write out "Bamboo Weng Rhyme" and "Tang Poetry and Song Ci". ”

"His Royal Highness shouted a few days ago that he had nothing to do, so he might as well come and help the old man. ”

"Yes, yes. Ji Le, you shouted a few days ago that you were bored, so you could only go to the female lu to play. Now there is a serious matter, how good!" The young man gloated beside him, adding fuel to the fire.

“......”

Ji Le glared at the young man angrily, and then said with a dry smile: "Old man, my words are not good-looking, so forget it." ”

"What's more, there are too many hard and fast conditions that are needed in this regard. You see, there's not even paper at the moment. I write on bamboo slips, and I'm too unskilled. Ji Le stretched out his hand and patted his right palm gently: "My hand has touched the keyboard for many years, and I haven't written for many years, and even the calluses on my hands have disappeared." Not to mention calligraphy, I only know six tricks, forget it, forget it. ”

"Then practice slowly. Cangjie, as a sage of word-making, naturally refused to let Ji Le slack off in reading and writing: "Go back and let Xia Jun find bamboo slips, and I will personally teach you to practice calligraphy." ”

"Besides, it's also a combat skill. His Royal Highness has the art of painting, if he can hone his calligraphy, wouldn't it be the icing on the cake? ”

Practicing words?

When I arrived in a different world, did I still have to write ancient poems and practice calligraphy under the supervision of a Chinese teacher?

The young man was smiling beside him, and Ji Le decisively shifted the fire after seeing it.

"Old man, it's better for you to find me. He would definitely use a brush! And in his time, bamboo writing was normal. Look for him!"

"Me?" said the young man calmly, "I have amnesia." ”

"Amnesia?" Ji Le sneered, at this time, he used the excuse of "amnesia" again, do you think it is easy to use!

The young man drank tea slowly, and said calmly: "Moreover, I have not learned many classics, where do you know more? As a national spirit, His Royal Highness is extremely noble...... It's up to you to do this. ”

Suddenly, Ji Le showed a bright smile, waved his hand and said, "Amnesia? Now Shi Huang's personal teaching, he is better than any teacher! As my Chinese boy, the Quartet character must always be written! Besides, there was no separation between civil and military affairs in your era. Learning more about Wendao may also be beneficial for you to study martial arts. That's right, think about it, when you lead the soldiers in the future, those soldiers will be able to write superbly, can't you?

Ji Le stood up and pushed the young man out as a shield: "Old man, don't care about me, just train him." How ruthless, how fast, how to come!"

When the young man heard this, he decisively refused Ji Le's request, but Cangjie nodded and said: "Seeing words like people, one of the foundations of my Chinese heritage is words, you two really have to practice hard, learn the essence of words, in order to understand my Yanhuang Feng Gu." ”

“......”

“......”

In the stiff expressions of the two, Cangjie spoke at length about the clever use of fonts.

"Can't you persuade him?" The young man's vicious gaze flicked at Ji Le, and Ji Le rolled his eyes and glared back: "I respect the old and love the young, thank you, this kind of thing should still be done by you." After all, a martial artist like you doesn't care about this. ”

"Who said that! I was also a well-read, reasonable, humble and friendly person when I was alive!"

"Huh...... If you know how to read and understand etiquette, you won't kill people casually. If you are humble and friendly, there will be no ruthless people in the entire history of China!" Ji Le looked disdainful. Humility and friendliness, knowledge and reason? You pat your chest and touch your conscience, and you say this yourself, are you not ashamed or blush?

The young man's face darkened, and he glared at him again: "Ah! By the way, I suddenly remembered! In my time, there was a custom of respecting the elderly, the system of three elders, giving the king's staff, exempting from forced labor, and so on. Don't talk about me, even the emperor must respect the old man and rule the country with filial piety! So, you should persuade him!"

"Phew, you're obviously moving out the customs of Nine Palace City! Go and go, it's time for you to go!"

"No, he's obviously you signing the contract and should have go. ”

The two shirked each other, but in the end, no one dared to act in front of this old man in the Yellow Emperor era. Under the vigorous encouragement of this old-timer, they could only honestly agree to this humiliating condition: spend an hour every day, concentrate on practicing calligraphy, and write classics silently for Shi Huang's family.

Ji Le sighed, as if he was back in school life. But if you think about it carefully, it is better to have someone to accompany you than to be cheated alone.

Seeing the young man with a sad face, Ji Le's mood suddenly improved a little: "Speaking of which, the two of them should come back too, right? ”

Moreover, pitting Feng'e and Yang Ke and looking back at their appearance can also allow Ji Le to base his happiness on their pain, so as to comfort himself.