"What is your relationship with Cui Jiajun?"

"The Cui family army is a rebel army in the DPRK, and I have nothing to do with it. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Cui Wen's nerves tightened without warning, and the word 'rebel' was bitten extremely hard.

However, at the next moment, Cui Wen said with a sad face: "Father-in-law Hai, we can't wronged people for no reason with red mouths and white teeth!"

"Let's just ask. The sadness in the depths of Hai Dagui's eyes flashed away, and he continued: "Zhu County, but it was the fief of the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion at the beginning, and you happened to be from Zhu County, and your surname was Cui..."

Hearing Hai Dagui say this, Cui Wen was inexplicably nervous.

Hai Dagui walked towards a deep house casually, and seemed to feel Cui Wen's nervousness, so he said: "Open guns are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are difficult to defend." From now on, you are an orphan in Dajing Mansion, called Xiao Guizi. ”

"Yes, little Guizi keep it in mind. Cui Wen was relieved.

The house is very spacious, but it can be very deserted, could it be...

Hai Gonggong?

Could it be that Wei Xiaobao possessed himself, entered the palace without being castrated, and then played with the emperor of the dynasty, and then had a plot to kill and save the queen?

Could it be that Hai Dagui took himself away, just to steal some forty-two chapters of the scriptures, marry a princess, and go all the way up?

The idea is plump, and the reality is skinny.

The next moment, a secret door burst open, and a dark and silent narrow passage appeared in front of him.

Although Cui Wen was puzzled, he still followed Hai Dagui into the passage. As it gradually deepens, a strong fragrance comes to the nose, with a refreshing feeling.

"Did you learn writing when you were young?"

"Learned. ”

"A poem?" Hai Dagui suddenly became interested and asked tentatively.

Poetry?

For Cui Wen, a modern three-good student born under the national flag and growing up in a greenhouse, isn't that casual?

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost underground; For plagiarizing the sages' masterpieces, Cui Wen didn't blush at all.

"Very good, do you know the thick ink valvature?" Hai Dagui was very satisfied.

Thick ink varnishing?

In various classic novels that have traveled through rebirth, Cui Wenke has only heard of the spiritual power body, but he has never heard of the thick ink body.

Cui Wen shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

The Wenwu Continent is at its peak in cultural cultivation, and there is a ballad circulating.

Wensheng has happy eyes, nine exercises muscles and bones;

The writer leads to the heart of the road, and the book mountain leads to the secluded path.

Wenhou splits the sea of books and writes about the fortune of heaven;

Wenzun built the Wen Palace, nine products and nine heavens.

Wenzong shapes the baby, and if it is not destroyed, it will be immortal;

Emperor Wen asked the way of heaven and looked at the law of subtlety.

The extreme of martial arts, the extreme of the world, the extreme of the text, the peace of the world.

There is no imperial examination system in the civil and military continent, but a civil and military practitioner. If you want to get the temperament, you must first be happy.

The eyes of the heart, the eyes of the night, can read in the dark, and the process of reading is also the process of cultivating the literary qi.

Just like in fantasy novels, opening a dantian must have enough spiritual power from heaven and earth. In the Wenwu Continent, the happy eye must be used as the 'ink' in the four treasures of the study.

But the 'ink' here is not the ink that is usually used to practice brushes.

Instead, it has the effect of the spiritual power of heaven and earth to wash the muscles and veins, and the thick ink is a necessary process for happy eyes.

If you are not happy, you will not be able to practice Wenqi.

Walking through the narrow passage, the eyes suddenly opened up, and the thick scent of ink wafted in the spacious room, and the air contained the fragrance.

The room was spacious, densely packed with dozens of human-tall wooden barrels, and a thin mist was steaming up above the barrels, carrying a strange energy.

"This kind of ink is to collect the essence of heaven and earth, mix more than a dozen kinds of rare medicinal materials, and use holy inkstone to research. It is specially developed to wash the muscles and veins and open the eyes. Hai Dagui explained.

The ink that is usually used to compose poems and lyrics is the most ordinary ink.

However, the ink used for the happy eyes of the body cave is very rare. Ordinary people can hardly get this kind of ink, and only the children of wealthy families can use it.

"Of course, pie doesn't fall from the sky for no reason, and it's hitting your face. Hai Dagui said.

This truth, Cui Wenming confessed: "How much pay in exchange for how much return, to put it bluntly, what do you want me to do?"

The value of the ink with happy eyes is self-evident. Hai Dagui tried his best, of course, he would not make a loss-making transaction.

Cui Wen knew each other and had a lively mind, Hai Dagui had no intention of hiding it, but said: "Just do your best, can you know what to do, now... The jury is still outstanding. ”

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are naturally fights.

Cui Wen knew that I was afraid that among these dozens of teenagers, very few people could live to know what they were going to do.

He's one of dozens of teenagers, but he's proud to be alive to know what's next.

"How long does it take to soak?" Cui Wen didn't shy away from it, he directly ripped off his clothes and sat into the wooden barrel, which seemed to be foggy, like a high temperature, but in fact, it was the most abnormally cool, and the refreshing feeling immediately spread to every part of the body, as if all the pores were opened, and all the cells began to be active.

Indescribable coolness!

"It depends on when the hole is open. ”

Cui Wen closed his eyes, quietly enjoying the strange feeling of coolness to the bones, and the dark ink seemed to have life and swayed gently, caressing the skin of his whole body.

The next moment, it suddenly became dark in front of me, as if I had entered the world of ink.

Wisps of light mist began to converge in the center of the ink world, where something strange seemed to be brewing and ready to go.

If you look closely, it looks like a bronze seal...

Vague, sometimes hidden.

As time passed, more and more ink entangled the bronze seal, and the thick ink in the barrel gradually began to boil.

Cui Wen's consciousness was immersed in the bronze seal, and ancient characters flashed in his mind.

"The Book of Songs, Zhou Gong, the Great Dream Heart Sutra?" Cui Wenmeng was shocked.

In the memory of this body, there doesn't seem to be any memory of Zhou Gong, only Kong Sheng and other saints.

But Cui Wen knew that the Duke of Zhou, formerly known as Ji Dan, was the fourth son of King Wen of Zhou, the younger brother of King Ji Fa of King Wu of Zhou, and assisted King Wu of Zhou twice to fight and make ceremonial music. Because its mining is in Zhou, the lord is the prince, so it is called the Duke of Zhou, also known as the Duke of Zhou.

He was a pioneer of Confucianism and Taoism, and was honored as the "Yuan Sheng".

Later generations commented: Before Confucius, after the emperor, there was only one person who had a great relationship with China, and Zhou Gong was the only one.

It can be seen that the Duke of Zhou had been canonized before Confucius, but there was no record of the Duke of Zhou in the Wenwu Continent.

It's Kong Sheng and other saints of literature, after they were canonized, there was no trace, where did they go?

The bronze seal in Cui's style is the seal of Zhou Gong.

He only vaguely remembered that this was the treasure of the town clan handed over to him by the old housekeeper, why did it run into his body for no reason?

At this time, the ink in the barrel was already boiling like boiling water, and it was suddenly scalded to the point that the skin was open.

"Ahh

The next moment, a cool feeling swept over the whole body, as if it was automatically repairing the damaged skin.

At the same time, there are also wisps of strange energy pouring into the muscles and bones, and when the warm strange energy flows through every muscle and vein, every bone, there is a kind of comfort that is difficult to express in words.

In this comfortable feeling, Cui Wen fell asleep unconsciously.

He seemed to have returned to the dream after the carnival in his previous life, but instead of playing chess with Zhou Gong, he was reading the Four Books and Five Classics.

Even in dreams, it's so real.

And every time he read a word, that word turned into a wisp of gas and poured into his body out of thin air, silently strengthening his body.

This gas is exactly the gas of the culture.

Although the literary atmosphere contained is very thin, at present, it is very important to Cui Wen.

With more and more literary infusions, the bronze seal is becoming clearer and clearer. The bronze seal is unpretentious, even a little damaged, but it still exudes a majestic breath.

The thick ink in the barrel faded and the black ink was absorbed. And the position of the bronze seal is becoming more and more visible.

Immediately afterwards, a majestic qi suddenly fell from the sky, poured directly into Cui Wen's body, and then turned into wisps of warm air flowing through his body.

The heart is open, the first-order literati!

The so-called thick ink body is happy and eye-catching, and Wensheng exercises muscles and bones.

That is, the process of quenching the skin, flesh, bones and tendons with Wenqi.

This night, Cui Wen slept very comfortably, and did not wake up until late at night.

"Congratulations, you have become a first-order scholar. "I heard the voice of a male duck in my ears.

The person who came was a little eunuch wearing ordinary court clothes, Cui Wen opened his eyes and put on the court clothes prepared by the little eunuch: "Next, where are you going?"

The costume prepared by the little eunuch for Cui Wen was not a eunuch uniform, but a costume similar to that of the Ming Dynasty brocade guard.

As Cui Wen expected, the reason why Hai Dagui took himself away was probably for other purposes, just looking at this costume, he knew that this matter must have been premeditated.

"Please come with me. The little eunuch led the way, and Cui Wen immediately followed.