Fan Jin smiled, smiling very happily.

The reason why the human race has no new demi-saints is because there are no literary masters who have shocked the past and the present and left behind masterpieces, otherwise with the identities and literary talents of these people, the demi-saints and sub-saints in the history of the human race may emerge in an endless stream.

But Fan Jin is different, as a former public examiner, although he doesn't know astronomy and geography, he knows a little bit about it, and he can come to a wave of text copying and notarization.

"Maybe for me, this is the best of times!"

"Because I'm not a person of this era!"

When the current scholars in the Nine Spirits Continent were still studying the I Ching gossip and reciting the Four Books and Five Classics, Fan Jin already had a lot of knowledge in his mind that had never appeared in this world.

"Hurry is not enough, and the world looks very unsafe!"

"In an environment that is not safe enough, if you expose cultural knowledge that does not belong to this world, and reveal too much, you may die a miserable death!"

"There are too many heretics, and they're all in the shadows."

The three clans of people, demons and witches seem to be peaceful, but in fact, the nine kingdoms of the human race have long been infiltrated by the two tribes of the lich.

The reason why Fan Jin said this was because he suspected that the reason why the human race could not give birth to the demi-saints of the world-handed masterpieces was because some geniuses died when they were just born and showed their edge!

When King Wen of Zhou and Confucius preached the sage, they made all the people enlightened.

And for example, if today's hand-me-down books are enshrined in the Holy Humanities Academy, it stands to reason that there should be a large number of talents, how can it only be possible to give birth to a great Confucianism who studies the hundreds of schools of thought step by step!

Behind this, there is a pusher!

And this promoter is the force behind the "anti-Confucian return to the source".

Born in troubled times, be wise and protect yourself.

Fan Jin came back to his senses from his contemplation, these are all things that should be considered in the future, and he still has to survive this winter now.

"The four walls of the family should be broken with two fists!"

"Readers, don't be too squeamish!"

"Squeak", Fan Jin was just about to get up, the door of the house was opened, Fan Jin thought it was Huoya who brought him food, but turned his head and saw that it was Hu Xiaoyun.

"Sister Yun, why are you here?"

Fan Jin hurriedly got up, put on his shoes, looked at Hu Xiaoyun and asked.

Hu Xiaoyun looked at Fan Jin's home, and sighed leisurely: "What do you say I'm here for, if I wasn't afraid that you would starve to death, I wouldn't have bothered to come over!" ”

"Come over and eat, give you stewed radish pork rib soup, eat it while it's hot, warm up!"

"Why aren't you there?"

Hu Xiaoyun put the food box in her hand on the table of Fan Jin's house, wiped the dust on the table with disgust, and said angrily: "I haven't been here for a while, and you don't clean the house!" ”

"I'm really angry, if I marry you, it's really eight lifetimes of mold!"

Fan Jin was honestly scolded, and the moment Hu Xiaoyun opened the food box, the smell of meat came out of the food box, and Fan Jin's body came with a longing demand, which made Fan Jin can't help but sit on the chair.

Hu Xiaoyun angrily took a big iron bowl out of the pot and food box, Fan Jin still wanted to help, but was interrupted by Hu Xiaoyun's angry clapping.

"I'm coming, it's hot, don't burn you!"

Fan Jin looked at Hu Xiaoyun, who slapped his palm away, and suddenly his heart trembled.

The girl in front of her, her nominally unmarried wife, was afraid that she would burn her hands when she went to serve the iron bowl.

It's a feeling I've never felt before, it's the feeling of being cared for, thinking about you, no matter how big or small.

After Hu Xiaoyun took out the iron bowl that was still emitting heat, pushed it in front of Fan Jin and said, "Eat it while it's hot, be careful of burning your mouth." ”

"What are you looking at me for? Eat, I'll go back later. ”

"I finally persuaded my father to bring you food, eat meat and drink some soup first, and wait before eating."

Fan Jin held the iron bowl and chopsticks, looking at the large pieces of pork ribs and crystal clear ribs in the bowl, even if he didn't eat it, he felt warm in his heart.

"You eat first, I'll go to Huoya's house and give this to Huoya to eat."

Hu Xiaoyun was just about to pick up the food box and leave, but unexpectedly, a cheerful voice came from the door.

"Hehe, what's there to eat, Sister Xiaoyun!"

"Didn't you send delicious food to your little father-in-law, and I have a portion!"

Huoya is holding a porcelain bowl, and the rice bowl is also filled with green vegetables, and two pieces of pork are decorated, which is already very good for ordinary people.

"I was looking for you, and you just happened."

"Well, sit down and eat with Fan Jin."

Hu Xiaoyun saw Huoya coming, and brought out the pork rib soup that still had one serving in the food box.

"Hehe, thank you, Sister Xiaoyun!"

Huoya is not polite, he put down the rice bowl directly, sat opposite Fan Jin, picked up the bowl and began to eat the ribs with chopsticks, showing his teeth while eating, and said with a smile: "It's so fragrant!" ”

Huoya, who was eating fragrant pork ribs, looked at Fan Jin in a daze with chopsticks, and shook his hand in front of Fan Jin's eyes: "Fan Jin, what kind of stupidity are you making." ”

"Why are you in a daze, don't hurry up and eat, otherwise it will be cold immediately."

"Look at what Sister Xiao Yun is doing, Sister Xiao Yun is not ribs, you can eat what you have in your bowl!"

"Go, go, eat your food, ribs can't plug your mouth."

Fan Jin took away his fangy hand and said angrily.

Hu Xiaoyun looked at Fan Jin not eating, frowned and asked, "What's wrong, is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

After speaking, Hu Xiaoyun reached out and touched Fan Jin's head, then touched his own with his other hand, frowned and said, "No fever?" What's going on? ”

Hu Xiaoyun was about to withdraw her hand, but was caught by Fan Jin.

"Fan Jin, what are you doing..."

Hu Xiaoyun was ashamed and angry, her teeth were still there, and Fan Jin suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Ah, this-"

"I'll go out to eat, and you little two will make love slowly!"

Huoya took the bowl and went out with a whoosh.

Hu Xiaoyun's strength is greater than Fan Jin's, but he can't pull out his hand today, Fan Jin's thin palm, today's strength is surprisingly great.

"Fan Jin, let go, what are you doing..."

In the face of Hu Xiaoyun's coquettish reprimand, Fan Jin did not make a sound, but pulled Hu Xiaoyun into his room.

Hu Xiaoyun was at a loss, Fan Jin pulled himself into the room, didn't he want to have sex with husband and wife!

How can this work, I haven't married yet, how can this be!

Hu Xiaoyun was a little angry, originally because of Ximenqing's incident today, she just had a good impression of Fan Jin, but now it was all gone, and she was just about to have a seizure, but Fan Jin let go of her hand.

Fan Jin let go of Hu Xiaoyun's hand, came to his broken bookcase, took out pen and ink, and then found a piece of paper, spread it on the bed, and began to write smoothly.

Hu Xiaoyun was at a loss, watching Fan Jin suddenly start writing, and asked puzzledly: "Fan Jin, you pulled me in just to let me watch you write?" ”

At the window at the head of Fan Jin's bed, a small head slowly stretched out his head with dishes and chopsticks, watching Fan Jin into the room, thinking that there was a good show to watch, but he didn't expect it to be not.

"It's boring, it's boring!"

"Tooth Gap!"

The low-muttering Huoya was shouted by Hu Xiaoyun, and he was so frightened that he almost couldn't even hold his rice bowl.

"Hey, hey! Sister Xiao Yun. ”

Tooth bared tooth smiled, revealing two open front teeth, Hu Xiaoyun's little face was flushed, this dead tooth, I still want to peek!

It seems that in a few days, I will bring some window paper to repair Fan Jin's doors and windows to prevent peeking at the teeth, and it will be winter, so it will not be possible to leak air at that time.

When Hu Xiaoyun angrily scolded his teeth, Fan Jin had already finished writing what he wanted to write, put away the pen and ink, put it back in place, and then handed the paper with lines of calligraphy to Hu Xiaoyun.

"For me?"

"Hmm."

Fan Jin nodded.

Hu Xiaoyun took the paper in Fan Jin's hand, picked it up and read it while reading: "Acacia." ”

"Red beans give birth to the south."

"How many branches are there in the spring?"

"May you be more colorful—"

"Picking."

Hu Xiaoyun was halfway through reading and suddenly froze, and Fan Jin hurriedly reminded him.

Hu Xiaoyun continued to read with an "oh": "May you pick more." ”

"This thing is the most lovely."

After Hu Xiaoyun finished reciting, in an instant, talent rose from the paper to the sky, and suddenly a vision fell from the sky.

Far away in the Sage Academy of the Zhou Kingdom of Yizhou, the pillar of talent suddenly burst out on the Confucian Sheng's preaching masterpiece enshrined in it, and the talent burst out from the paper in Hu Xiaoyun's hand.

I saw that above the heavenly dome of the entire Nine Spirit Continent, the clouds slowly formed a line of words, a total of 27.

Whether it is a human race, a demon race, or a witch race, you can see the verses formed by these 27 words.

acacia

Red beans are born in the south of the country. How many branches are there in spring?

May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely.

The poem of the cloud transformation lasted for a full three minutes, and in these three minutes, this five-character quatrain poem was remembered by the life of the entire Nine Spirit Continent.

When people memorized this poem in their minds, they saw that the cloud fonts above the sky began to slowly merge, and a new picture appeared.

A woman dressed in red, her appearance is somewhat similar to Hu Xiaoyun, but her face is a little more euphemistic and seven sad, which adds a bit of sadness.

The girl in red was standing quietly under the eaves at this time, and the drizzle was falling.

The girl looked forward to the distance, and the back of a young man in a green shirt gradually disappeared in the bluestone alley.

The girl clenched her hands, her eyes were wet and red, and when she could no longer see the back of the young man in green shirts, an old woman came out of the courtyard, holding an umbrella to help the girl back to the room.

The girl who returned to the room couldn't stop crying, wetting the red bean she was holding in her hand.

The lovesickness in her heart came out at this moment, and the girl came to the window on the second floor, pushed open the window, and looked in the direction where the young man in green shirt left.

Perhaps the lovesickness spread to the heart of the young man in the green shirt through the red beans in his hand, and the young man with an oil-paper umbrella in the rain looked back at the direction of the girl's boudoir.

The drizzle, the wind and smoke were everywhere, and there were heavy buildings separated by each other, and the two couldn't see each other at all, but at that moment, the lovesick two saw each other through all obstacles.

"What is this, Xiao Xiucai?"

"I'm not a showman yet, when I get a child this year, I'll take the Xiucai exam again!"

"When I pass the exam, I'll marry you!"

"You haven't told me yet, what is this?"

"This is the red bean, the red bean in the poem."

"What poem?"

"Hmm-"

"Don't sell it, tell me about it."

"Well, Acacia. Raw ...... red beans The most lovely! ”