Ya Si.

The Yasi led by Wu Zhi have finally breathed a sigh of relief these days.

Not for anything else, the county town sent someone!

The robbery of the Qin family and the disappearance of the beggar in the past few days have almost driven Wu Zhi crazy, Tangcheng is just a small place, and these guys have not been systematically trained at all.

It's okay to deal with those ordinary cases, but it hasn't disappointed Wu Zhen.

It's just that the two major cases that happened one after another in less than a month, and the methods shown by the people behind the scenes are what these can deal with by relying on force to arrest the high-ranking people.

Originally, there was a Shen Fang that could be reused.

Yes, he was assassinated the day after the disappearance of the beggar was investigated.

However, that kid is also very weird, he is worthy of being assassinated in the four realms, and what is even more bizarre is that he also picked up a small life, listening to Shen Zhixin's words, it seems that he has broken through the third realm.

Wu Zhi was shocked for a long time after hearing the news.

In fact, he had seen a sixteen-year-old Third Realm monk, but it was Tianjiao, who was famous in the entire Xiannan County, with a wealthy family and a famous teacher, and where was this?

In the small Tangcheng in the land of projectiles, Shen Fang was on duty in the Yasi when he had something to do, and he didn't have much spare time to practice.

What makes Wu Zhi sluggish the most is the song "Water Tune Song Head", as a student, I can't see the wonderful meaning in it.

This word spread all over half of the yuan overnight, and then thinking back to his pinnacle work of the year, Wu Zhi sighed to himself.

Outside the house, the sound of water murmuring, and the gentle words of the wife beside the bed.

Tonight, the plum blossoms bloom three times, and the curtain is opened in the west mountain after the sun.

The thin waist on the couch is weak, and the spring light under the mattress is moving.

When I hate the day of separation, I look back at that time.

"Alas, it's always a little bit worse"

Wu Zhi sighed lowly, and then looked towards the north:

"It's been ten years! It's been 10 years! ”

…………

On the other side, Jiang Yuerou finally broke free from Shen Fang's palm.

At the same time, she also noticed that the temperature in Shen Fang's hand was extremely abnormal, and she was a little puzzled if the bedding was too thin and suffered from the wind cold?

And Shen Fang finally saw the old Mr. Luo, one of the three ceilings in Tangcheng.

No, it's four pieces now, and there's a Jiang Weinian!

"Come, taste my ten years of Jiujing incense"

The old man with fairy wind bones, with his hair hanging his shoulders, sat quietly in front of the bamboo tea table, and invited Shen Fang and the two of them.

As for his cousin, he was driven back to the school by the middle-aged man standing aside at the moment.

It should be the division commander of the study.

"I've seen Mr. Luo":

Don't mess with the number of etiquette.

The two of them sat down and pecked at the tea in their cups.

Shen Fang doesn't know much about the tea ceremony, but this tea is sweet in the mouth, and the fragrance lingers in the mouth for a long time, and he knows that it must not be ordinary.

"It's not easy to see you!"

Luo Changqiuying looked at it with a smile and sighed, for the sake of this young man, he was the fourth to the Shen family.

"Mr. Luo's arrival is really my luck, but there is a reason for the old man to run in vain a few times, and I am ashamed"

In this regard, Shen Fang was also helpless, because he had already become a celebrity because of the theft of famous works.

"Hehe, it's okay, it's just the old man's bad luck, but I just hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. Why not run a few more times?"

Talking about this masterpiece, Luo Changqiu looked pleasant and sighed.

"Let the old gentleman smile"

Shen Fang replied modestly.

Seeing this, Luo Changqiu paused, glanced at Jiang Yuerou on the side and boasted:

"The golden boy and the jade girl, the talented girl is a natural pair"

Shen Fang pouted slightly towards Jiang Yuerou on the side, and the corners of his mouth raised and played with his daughter-in-law's jade hand in his hand.

"You,~"

Jiang Yuerou was startled, and hurriedly wanted to withdraw her hand back, but she was unwilling, and now the master could only give up, and with a pinch of her eyes, she sat silently with a red face.

In this regard, Luo Changqiu smiled even more, and greeted the middle-aged man standing on the side:

"Wenbai, you can also take a seat!"

"Thank you, sir."

After this person sat down, Luo Changqiu looked at Shen Fang seriously:

"Would you like to join my Confucianism?"

Before Shen Fang could speak, the old man with immortal wind bones added:

"I have thousands of Confucian academies, and my disciples are all over the court and the opposition, which is a great sect, and Liu Wenzhou, one of the three princes of the dynasty, is my Confucian person."

Hearing this, Shen Fang's expression lit up, he had been yearning for the methods of the literati for a long time, but his cousin was originally at the level of a half-ass, and he couldn't learn anything if he wanted to.

"Okay!"

Don't pressure yourself with more skills!

It's just that what Luo Changqiu said next made Shen Fang hesitate.

Luo Changqiu's intention was to let Shen Fang give up martial arts and specialize in Confucianism and Taoism, although he also knew that Shen Fang's martial arts talent was also extraordinary, but in comparison, he was more optimistic about Shen Fang's talent for cultivating the mind.

After all, the path of a monk is boundless, and Luo Changqiu specializes in Confucianism, and he only became the fifth realm in his early seventies.

Confucianism and Taoism are Wenxin, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are all Confucian Dao, Shen Fang can make masterpieces such as "Water Tune Song Head", it is bound to be literary and jade, and the talent is excellent, and it is only a matter of time before he surpasses himself.

What's more, he once wrote a song "Lost Souls"

The flowers bloom and fall a few times in spring, and it hurts for the people of Iraq,

Since that day of separation, he has departed like a lost soul.

Because Shen Fang did not nominate this poem that day, Jiang Li had no choice but to take "The Lost Soul".

Luo Changqiu was worried that Shen Fang, Confucianism, and the Martial Arts Cultivator Society had delayed their progress, and the road ahead was bleak, so he proposed like this.

However, his impression of Shen Fang was still at the peak of the second realm of cultivation, if he knew that Shen Fang was already in the four realms at the moment, I don't know how he would feel.

It is precisely this point that Shen Fang is entangled in, and it is obviously impossible for him to give up martial arts.

"How?"

Luo Changqiu waited quietly to answer.

And at this moment, the middle-aged teacher named Wen Bai couldn't help but whisper to Luo Changqiu:

"Sir, I have heard that everyone Shen seems to have broken through the third realm"

"Well, he's already in the third realm"

Jiang Yuerou, who sat quietly and did not speak, also opened her mouth to confirm.

"Hmm~"

Hearing this, Luo Changqiu was suddenly surprised, and then he held his breath and walked towards Shen Fang to take a closer look.

It's just that in the next second, Shen Fang's right eye was hot, the golden flow patterns in his eyes surged, and an irresistible force field burst out, attacking Luo Changqiu.

"Poof~"

Luo Changqiu squirted a mouthful of blood, instantly dyed the white robe red, and his expression was refreshed.

"Sir!"

The three people around him were startled and hurriedly got up.

"Nothing,"

Luo Changqiu waved his hand, raised his head, glanced at Shen Fang meaningfully, and then said:

"You come with me!"

"Amount"

Luo Changqiu was suddenly injured, and Shen Fang couldn't help but think of his right eye that had been mutated by the black beads.

Reluctantly, he put down the jade hand that he played with slightly red, and followed Luo Changqiu into a side room on the side.

Entering the house, Shen Fang looked around.

This should be a study, densely packed with ancient books, bamboo slips, all over the room, and a few pairs of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the corner, which look extraordinary.

"You're all around?"

Luo Changqiu spoke, his face in disbelief.

Although he was traumatized by peeping at Shen Fang just now, it also made him see something.

"Hmm"

Shen Fang pursed his lips, and said secretly in his heart: Sure enough, these mind cultivators are condensing divine consciousness, while martial artists are condensing physical bodies.

Just now, Luo Changqiu should have used his divine sense to investigate himself, but he was hurt by his right eye that was mutated by black beads.

Luo Changqiu was silent for a while, and then took a piece of peiyu from the secret compartment on the bookshelf and handed it over:

"This piece of jade is from the hand of Confucianism, it can hide the breath, you can keep it under your hands for the time being"

Luo Changqiu never broke it, but between this tone, he also saw that Shen Fang had a secret hidden in his body.

As for how much he could see, Shen Fang didn't know very well.

After Pei Yu under his subordinates, the young man couldn't help but feel a little worried, after all, it was the first time he came into contact with this old gentleman, and he didn't know what his character was.

The black bead is related to the dragon, how can it be simple?

At this moment, Luo Changqiu sighed low before he spoke:

"Why don't you do both!"

Although vulgarity has always been disliked by these literati, how can it be said that in the face of a seventeen-year-old martial artist of the Four Realms, let him abandon martial arts and turn to Confucianism?

…………

The two talked for a long time.

Luo Changqiu originally proposed that Shen Fang resign from his errand as a secretary and concentrate on his practice, and he even intended to accept Shen Fang as a disciple.

Shen Fang also felt that this was very good, but he thought that the two cases were still unresolved, so he refused for the time being.

In fact, the unfinished case is only one of them.

Second, what about the daily expenses if I concentrate on my practice?

After all, he still has a delicate daughter-in-law, and he will be a man who will be a father in the future.

Although Shen Fang refused, Luo Changqiu still taught Shen Fang the way of Confucian cultivation, and at the same time pointed out some details that needed to be paid attention to, and finally instructed:

"If you have any questions, feel free to come to me!"

In this regard, Shen Fang also recognized the old man in front of him.

And Luo Changqiu was regretful, but when he thought about it, he was a little relieved when he waited for Shen Fang to be regarded as a Confucian after condensing his literary heart.

Confucianism takes preaching and receiving employment as its own responsibility, and Luo Changqiu can't help but look forward to what kind of situation this young man will grow up in.