Li Qingxian couldn't help but laugh and said: "My cultural cultivation has been interrupted, and I can only start from scratch if I repair again." Confucianism has to revise four books and five classics, one for a year! It was a full nine years before I was qualified to open a middle dantian, and it may not be successful. I really can't do it, my eyes are black on the scriptures. ”

"Today's first assistant Zhao Yishan, that is, at the age of twelve, re-cultivated, studied hard for 20 years, and finally opened the middle dantian, and then all the way to the clouds, like a bamboo. Last year, it was ranked as a product and famous all over the world. ”

"Can I compare with Zhao Yishan's pervert? You really look down on me, if I'm not mistaken, when he was the top student in high school, he was on the same list as you? ”

"Indeed." Zhou Chunfeng said.

Li Qingxian said: "Uncle Zhou, I didn't say you. Although when Zhao Yishan was the champion, he was already in his fifties, but he was the champion, you Tanhua, and the same Jinshi, there was not much difference. Why is it that after so many years, you are only in the fourth grade, but he is promoted to the first grade? This cultural cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat! ”

"Believe it or not, I'm going to knock you out." Zhou Chunfeng held the cow bone fan and pointed at Li Qing and scolded with a smile.

"Look, you can't compare to him, I'll compare my life with Zhao Yishan!"

Li Qingxian was helpless.

I really thought about Wen Xiu a few days ago, but I was just a scumbag in Lanxing.

Not to mention those esoteric Confucian classics, even if they are ancient poems, I have never memorized them since high school, and I have long forgotten them, and I can only remember some residual words.

The key is that the promotion of literary cultivation can only rely on consulting scriptures and pursuing Confucian truth, and no matter how many poems there are, they cannot improve the literary atmosphere at all.

With his own poetry cultivation, he can barely touch a dead mouse with a blind cat, encounter poems similar to those in his previous life, help people change their war poems, and become a poet master.

But the Wen Qi obtained by Master Shi cannot be promoted, and can only be used to feed the Righteous Qi Sword.

What's more, he has the Heavenly Mandate Instrument in hand, and if he doesn't spend his time cultivating the art of life, it is simply putting the cart before the horse if he spends so many years walking through the cultural cultivation with an uncertain future.

Seeing that the two of them didn't speak, Zhou Ha couldn't help but say, "How did you find out about that Shenxiao Thunder Seed?" ”

Zhou Chunfeng also looked at Li Qingxian.

Li Qingxian coughed lightly and said, "I said it, I found it by chance through the life technique, and I didn't know if it was true or false at the time, I just tried, but I didn't expect it to happen." ”

Zhou hated and said: "Are those rune papers, chicken blood, and money swords of yours real or fake?" ”

Li Qing smiled idly: "Of course it's fake. Numerologists use sheep blood, not chicken blood. ”

"What is that Divine Thunder Seed?" Zhou Hate was really curious.

Li Qingxian stretched out his hands and said, "Seriously, I don't know. But the young concubine said that it was the treasure of the emperor, Uncle Zhou, do you know? ”

Zhou Chunfeng shook his head and said: "This must be an ancient divine object, the virtuous live in it, since you have this thing, it is the favor of God." However, it is not allowed to be passed on. The night guards and the rest of the Tianxiao faction were all banned by me. ”

"The night guards and the Tianxiao faction were killed by the thunder, there is a problem with the way they came, right?" Li Qing said leisurely.

Zhou Chunfeng said: "After the investigation, it was verified that the night guards pretending to be the three products of the Demon Gate had already died, and the two night guards who were killed by the thunder were demon cultivators and evil cultivators. The two disciples of the Tianxiao Sect are both demon cultivators. ”

"Uncle Zhou, I helped the night guard eradicate the five demon gates and three products this time, there are countless small shrimps, and I killed four inner ghosts, this credit, give it a calculation." Li Qing smiled and leaned on the back of the chair.

Zhou Chunfeng shook his head and said, "If this credit is given to you, what should Ye Han do?" ”

Li Qingxian suddenly realized and said, "I think you should promote Ye Han to make the Demon Gate more sure that it is him." ”

Zhou Chunfeng nodded, and then said: "Yesterday, I knew that you were promoted to the tenth rank, and I was looking for the guard envoy to prepare to promote you to the first nine room team." Who knew that it was a step too late, and the guard made other arrangements. ”

"Huh?" Li Qingxian felt that Zhou Chunfeng's tone was wrong.

"I argued with reason, and in the end, the captain had to give up the team's selection, but the team deputy had to be appointed by him. The deputy of the team is the person of Wei Yong, the secretary of the night guard. Zhou Chunfeng said.

Li Qingxian's face sank, Pang Mingjing, the head of the accounting room of the finance department who had killed him on Hubu Street before, was Wei Yong's cronies, and he had been secretly inquiring about the affairs and people of the finance department these days.

"You can't say no?"

"Wei Yong's hand is playing well, he knows that I can't let his people be the team leader, and I will definitely fight against the guard. I can fight once, I can't fight twice, otherwise where is the face of the guard, and how will we get along in the future? So sending a team deputy to mix sand is his real purpose. I couldn't tell the prophet until the Captain Envoy proposed the deputy of the team, and I understood, but it was too late. Zhou Chunfeng said.

Li Qingxian said helplessly: "You officials, you are full of flowers. It must have been Wei Yong who promised the benefits of instigating the king. ”

"It's just a small thing." Zhou Chunfeng smiled.

"You're not angry?"

"It's just a small thing." Zhou Chunfeng didn't seem to care at all about Wei Yong's mixing sand in the Shendu Division.

Li Qingxian couldn't understand, and looked at Zhou Hat, who looked like he was playing with his brain, don't ask me.

Zhou Chunfeng smiled and drank the tea, and said: "Tomorrow is the Sizheng Hall, you have entered the product, you can participate in the first hall, I will take you to recognize people." The Shendu Division can directly appoint Cong Shipin, and tonight I will send someone to send the order book and Cong Shipin official uniform. ”

"Then when I am promoted from the tenth grade to the top ten, do you want to participate in the Qingyun Dingpin test like other rank promotions?"

"You don't need to participate in the first ten products, as long as you can go through a hundred rounds with the nine products, the guard envoy can issue a special order. Others need to wait for the annual Qingyun test from the ninth grade to the ninth grade, and the night guard can pass the internal assessment. But from the beginning of the eighth grade, it is necessary to participate in the national unified Qingyun test, regardless of Confucianism, Taoism, martial arts, and demon puppets. Of course, some casual cultivators who do not serve in the imperial court, after being promoted and tested, do not need to participate in every product, for example, the young concubine only participates in the four-grade Qingyun test. ”

The two chatted for a while, and Zhou Chunfeng told him a lot, and Li Qingxian left with a pastry plate in the helpless eyes of Zhou Chunfeng and Zhou Hat.

Out of Chunfeng Ju, Li Qingxian went straight to the medical hall, learned that Zheng Hui and Yu Ping had left, and went to Room Jiajiu.

Before he entered the door, he heard Han Anbo sigh.

"Brother Zheng this time, I'm afraid that he has lost his spirit, such a black person, there is no white hair on his head in his fifties, and it has only been a day, and his hair has turned a little white ......"

Li Qingxian entered the door, and Han Anbo and Yu Ping looked over with complicated eyes.

The window paper is too thick, and the room is a little dark.

"What's wrong with Team Zheng?" Li Qingxian asked.

Yu Ping, who was white and chubby, squeezed out an ugly smirk, took the pastry unceremoniously at all, gave Han Anbo a piece of osmanthus cake, held it himself, and ate it silently.

Han Anbo pinched the osmanthus cake, looked at Li Qingxian and said, "Team Zheng went home to recuperate." Without cultivation, he could have been an ordinary night guard, but he was so strong that he wouldn't come back. ”

"You don't persuade him? In the night guard, there is still this skin protection. Li Qing said leisurely.

Han Anbo shook his head and said, "I have persuaded him, where can he listen." He was injured in the line of duty, even if he didn't have the ten-grade Yulu, as long as he didn't make a mistake and had the identity of the night guard, he still held the Yulu of an ordinary night guard. ”

Li Qingxian didn't know what to say, just sat on the side.

Yu Ping swallowed the horseshoe cake and said in a low voice: "Now the yamen is saying that you have entered the product, and you want to take over the Jiajiufang team?" ”