Of course, in addition to discussing the accident of the tomb of the overlord of Chu, there are also a small number of people in Watanabe who are trying to stay at home and copy the Analects, and there is quite a bit of a blind ear to what is going on outside the window, and only reading the meaning of the sages' books.

For example, Zhang Yunji's house in Mansion No. 88.

Some of the furniture in the living room was removed, and four desks were placed, Zhang Yunji, Changkong, Liuying, and Baili Chuxue, and the four of them each knelt beside the desk, holding a brush, and copied the "Analects" at the desk.

The state of the four people when they copied the books was also different.

The sky is calm, Zhang Yunji is impatient, the fireflies are slow, and the snow is flowing at the beginning of a hundred miles.

"Brush~" At this time, Baili Chuxue seemed to have finished copying the first time, sorted out the paper and put it aside, and began to continue copying.

Zhang Yunji's eyes had actually been observing the surroundings all the time, and when he saw the first snow of a hundred miles falling there, he couldn't help but ask: "First snow, have you finished copying it?"

Baili Chuxue nodded and replied softly: "Well, I've already copied it once." ”

"Is it so fast?" Zhang Yunji was a little surprised.

He had only copied half of the Analects for the first time, and according to this calculation, the speed of the first snow of a hundred miles was almost twice as fast as his.

"Hurry? Baili Chuxue smiled softly at Zhang Yunji, and then lowered his head to copy the book.

Zhang Yunji bit the brush, glanced at Liuying, and asked, "Liuying, you wrote so slowly, did you only copy one or two sentences?"

Liuying didn't look up, tapped twice, and said, "People are almost finished copying it for the first time." ”

"You have it, you can't write two words in one stroke, depending on the speed of your pen, you can finish copying a copy of "Analects" without moving a few times in total?" Zhang Yunji couldn't help but ridicule, this girl actually learned to lie, it was really too much.

Liuying raised her head, glared at Zhang Yunji, and said through gritted teeth: "Brother looks down on people!"

"Is that a small look? My brother is just a kid who doesn't like to lie. Zhang Yunji pursed his lips and said.

'Brush~'

As soon as the words fell, Liu Hotaru handed over the paper on the table.

Zhang Yunji took it and looked at the "Analects" copied on it, dumbfounded!

This girl has really finished copying it!

"Why are you all so fast?" Zhang Yunji was puzzled, the same "Analects" is only more than 10,000 words in total, why did they copy so fast and copy so slowly?

"Brother, you are too impetuous, the teacher said that the Analects is an epic quality book, whether it is reading or transcribing, you need to meditate. Liu Ying snatched back the "Analects" that she had copied, and trained Zhang Yunji like a child.

"Where am I impetuous? I'm also very calm. Zhang Yunji refused to admit it.

Liu Ying pointed to the inkstone next to Zhang Yunji's case and said: "Brother, look, there is ink spilled on the periphery of your inkstone, which means that you are too anxious when you dip the ink, so you will spill the ink, doesn't this prove that brother is impetuous?"

"Uh~" Zhang Yunji glanced at the inkstone on the desk and found that it was indeed as Liu Ying said, some of the ink was sprinkled around the inkstone, but because the case was black, it was impossible to notice it if you didn't look carefully.

"Slightly~~ Brother, you should calm down first. Liuying stuck out her tongue at Zhang Yunji, then lowered her head and continued to transcribe the Analects.

Zhang Yunji was a little speechless, looking down at the words on the "Analects", he didn't know why, he always couldn't calm down and transcribe books; he thought that copying a book of more than 10,000 words should be a simple thing, but when he really got started, Zhang Yunji found that it was very difficult to write every word.

It feels like you've just learned to write, and you need to write it carefully.

But Zhang Yunji felt that it was too slow, and wanted to speed up to the speed of his usual writing, and the more this happened, the slower Zhang Yunji found that he was copying, and an inexplicable irritability began to appear in his heart, so that he had only copied half of it now.

"This book is not the real Analects in the bookstore! Why does it have such a strange effect?" Zhang Yunji thought suspiciously, touching the white quality of the Analects.

'Brush~'

At this time, there was also the sound of paper turning over from Changkong, Zhang Yunji looked up and found that Changkong had also finished copying the first time, and was sorting them aside so that he could continue to copy the second time.

"Whew!" Zhang Yunji took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to calm his mood.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Yunji opened his eyes and picked up the brush to continue transcribing, and found that the speed was still the same.

"Alas!" Zhang Yunji sighed, and continued to transcribe like this.

......

Until the night is already deep, the last quarter moon has come out.

"Ride~" There was a crisp sound, but it was the beginning of a hundred miles of snow that put the brush back on the pen holder.

Then there was the sound of shredding paper.

"Father, husband, and Liuying, I've finished copying it, so I'll go back to the house to rest first. Baili Chuxue stood up and said.

"Hmm. Changkong still copied the Analects seriously, without raising his head.

"Sister-in-law walks slowly. Liuying said crisply.

Zhang Yunji raised his head and looked at his wife with a sad face.

Baili Chuxue smiled encouragingly and exited the hall.

A quarter of an hour later, Hotaru also stood up and began to pack her things.

"Master, brother, I also finished copying and went back to the house to rest. Liuying no longer had the energy to speak, and transcribing the Analects seemed to drain her mental energy a bit, resulting in a strong desire to sleep at the moment.

"Hmm. Changkong is still a simple and clear sentence.

Zhang Yunji didn't even raise his head this time, and silently copied it.

In the hall, only Changkong and Zhang Yunji were left as masters and apprentices.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

Changkong also finished copying and began to pack his things.

"Master..."Zhang Yunji was a little aggrieved.

Changkong glanced at it and said, "It's useless to call Dad, copy it slowly, I really don't know why I chose to take you as an apprentice in the first place, look at your qualifications, it's too bad." ”

After speaking, Changkong hugged the transcribed "Analects", shook his head and left with a sigh.

At the end, Zhang Yunji could still hear the voice of Changkong: "Is my vision of Changkong so bad?"

When Zhang Yunji heard it, he seemed to have received a 10,000-point critical blow, and the whole person was spread out on the desk, sighing.

"Is my qualification really that bad?" Zhang Yunji held up the Analects with one hand, as if asking others and himself.

When studying the Analects, the shopkeeper once said that the comprehension of the book does not depend on cultivation, but on one's own qualifications and comprehension ability, that is to say, the higher the comprehension ability, the faster the learning of the Analects, and vice versa.

For example, transcribing the Analects is actually a way to reflect the quality of the person.

The result is obvious, a family of four, only he Zhang Yunji has not finished copying, which means that his qualifications are the lowest.

"Alas~" another sigh echoed in the hall, lasting for a long time.