The books of the sages say that the prophet is the last, and the knowledge is easier than the action.

Even the more advanced ones only emphasize the unity of knowledge and action.

But the little sister who ended flipping books and never turned books again, now says... It is easy to know before you know.

Hearing this, Ouyang Rong suddenly understood why the Confucian Six Grades Realm after this bookflipper was interesting in Xiao Mojing's mouth.

Speaking again.

The ninth and eighth grades are collectively referred to as the lower grade qi practitioners.

The seventh and sixth grades are called middle-grade qi practitioners.

Further up, it is a high-grade qi practitioner who can rise into the air and is known as the great master in the rivers and lakes.

The gap between the high-grade and the middle-grade is even greater than the gap between the middle-grade and the lower-grade and lower-grade practitioners.

However, the six-grade qi practitioner, as the apex of the middle-grade qi practitioner, is the mainstay of various manifest worlds, hidden world sects, and gate valve families.

In some well-known sects, they are even like pillars on the table.

Just like the one-armed swordsman Ah Jie, who failed to ask the sword in Peach Valley at the beginning, is also a six-pin, Chang'an market has been crawling and fighting, and he became famous early, and he is one of the famous swordsmen in Guanzhong and Beijing, and the gangs in Guanzhong have to provide him.

And if you are younger, like Xie Lingjiang, who was born in Confucianism, Rong Zhen, who is subordinate to Si Tianjian, and Lu Jian who is from Shangqing Sect, are not only the mainstay in the big forces, but also regarded as the reserve training of high-grade qi practitioners.

However, there is a world of difference between the same six-rank qi practitioners, after all, the paths taken by different Dao veins are very different.

It is too difficult to rank a middle-grade qi practitioner to advance to a qi practitioner, so among the six-grade qi practitioners, individual talents and top-notch combat power will be recognized as minor grandmasters.

Just like last year, before Peach Valley asked the sword to be famous and shocked the world, who didn't know that she was the first person under the great grandmaster before she was the first person under the great grandmaster?

At present, the little junior sister is less than twenty years old, and she has entered the realm of the six grades of Confucianism and the sage.

Inside the Jingya boudoir.

Ouyang Rong caught a book thrown by Xie Lingjiang casually, and exchanged a few words.

Holding the wonderful idea of not letting go of the ink ingot, I looked at the faintly holy red dress that walked out of the house with great interest.

She was about to open her mouth to tell someone the royal court, but in the next second, Miao Si, who was looking at it, only felt a dark shadow flash in front of her, and her surroundings were empty.

After a closer look, Ouyang Rong actually strode forward, walked to Xie Lingjiang's side, and hugged her with a smile.

Then with Xie Lingjiang, who was also surprised and stunned, he spun around a few times as if no one was around, as if to celebrate.

A certain holy little girl who has just been promoted to a six-grade sage and is still very hot, her red dress is spinning and flying in the air, which is very good-looking, and with her smile at the moment, she is like a blooming red rose.

Ouyang Rong did not shy away from hugging this hot plump and delicate body, stuffed the scroll back into Xie Lingjiang's hand, and said with a smile:

"You don't need to turn the book, but you still have to read it, turning and reading are two different things, you just sent a stack of books to Xiaoxuan, and now you don't read it, isn't it a little inappropriate."

Tone joke.

The atmosphere in the small courtyard, which was originally somewhat serious and serious, suddenly became brisk and relaxed.

"I didn't say I wouldn't read, well, flipping a book and reading a book have always been two different things."

Xie Lingjiang smiled lightly.

Ouyang Rong just hugged her thighs with both hands and lifted her whole body upright from the ground.

The brother who often hugs the sister should know the closeness and sweetness of this action, second only to the princess hug that is horizontal.

Although his face was slightly red, Xie Lingjiang did not refuse in the slightest, but instead wrapped his arms around his slender neck.

She lowered her head like a swan, and her eyes looked at his dark eyes with light.

Ouyang Rong smiled again and asked tentatively, "Sage?" ”

"There's no one going to be a subordinate, right?" Xie Lingjiang tilted his head and blinked.

"That's also a sword." He nodded.

"Senior brother can't catch the corner of my clothes."

She clasped Ouyang Rong's neck with her thin arms slightly, stared with squinted eyes, and continued:

"On the other hand, a certain sword-wielding person has now been caught by me, which is what that group of Si Tian Prison Girls Shi dreamed of."

Ouyang Rong sighed: "The attack power still needs to be improved. ”

After saying that, he suddenly raised his head, and his face leaned towards the holy and serious face that was close at hand.

Xie Lingjiang hurriedly leaned back to dodge, but turned his head, his eyes drifted, he didn't look at Ouyang Rong, and patted him on the forehead.

"Senior brother is not allowed to move ......"

"Hey, hey, there's a good guy here! Lang Lang, the public, no flirting and scolding, can you be serious! Don't bring this bad fairy girl. ”

On the piano platform on the side, a little girl in Confucian clothes who had covered her face and endured it for a long time jumped up, waved her hands, trying to attract the attention of a certain pair of young couples who were not ashamed, muttering in her mouth and strongly condemning.

Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang didn't go to see her.

Xie Lingjiang's face returned to seriousness and calmness, and he gently pinched the flesh of his arm that hugged his waist.

Ouyang Rong calmly put down the fragrant beauty in his arms.

Then he went away, put away the case, put aside the unpleasant thought on the ground, and smiled:

"This is a private courtyard, what is the public? The smart ink spirit has long learned to shut up and go out, and the obedient and sensible one brought the door. ”

"It's the Ink Maiden!" Clever board face correction.

Ouyang Rong rubbed her little head:

"You came late, you may not know very well, the last one who called herself a fairy has been sent down by me and my little sister."

“……”

Shaoqing, under Ouyang Rong's "coercion and temptation", Miao Si reluctantly left Jingya's boudoir.

Ouyang Rong turned around and found that Xie Lingjiang had taken out a piano and placed it on the original piano platform.

She is fluttering in red, her expression is indifferent and leisurely, a pair of slender hands adjust the guqin, the sunset in the sky falls on half of the qin, the body is half bright and half dark, at this moment there is an autumn wind to roll up the fallen leaves, half yellow and half green leaves slowly fall into the misty hot spring next to it.

"It's really different."

Ouyang Rong walked back and sat down across from her.

Xie Lingjiang looked up at him, and his face was a little distracted:

"It was like being woken up from a deep sleep by a chestnut. Senior brother, I was eight years old refining qi, from a scholar, to a gentleman, and then to a book-turner, just now I flipped through it, covered it up, and walked out of the house, the door was slightly cold, but I greeted him obliquely. ”

She paused.

Ouyang Rong bowed his head and said succinctly: "When I heard the truth, it is enough to die at night." ”

"I'm not going to die, I'm going to live well, and so are you." Xie Lingjiang said suddenly.

Ouyang Rong looked at her serious expression, and suddenly raised his hand and knocked on her smooth forehead.

"What a stupid thing to say?"

Xie Lingjiang pushed a few strands of sideburns behind his ears, looked away, and muttered:

"I'm a sage, I'll beat you again."

Ouyang Rong smiled:

"Looking at it this way, you have read the six qualities of the human vein, and after the epiphany, the ideological realm has indeed improved quite high, is it all like this? This vein pattern is bigger. ”

Xie Lingjiang shook his head lightly: "The six qualities of reading the human vein are actually not only the way of sages. ”

"What do you mean?" Ouyang Rong asked curiously.

"Senior brother, who said that reading is humane, but only exclusive to Confucianism? Throughout the ages, there are not only Confucian scholars in the world, but also ...... There are also hundreds of sons of the pre-Qin dynasty. ”

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows, and without waiting for him to ask, Xie Lingjiang lowered his eyes and said:

"As far as I know, in addition to the sages, there are ...... in the sixth rank of scholars. Maniacs and pencilers. ”

"Maniac? Knife and pen officer? ”

Xie Lingjiang bowed his head seriously:

"Well, different people turn books to read, read thousands of books, and the experience and perception are naturally very different, we Confucian readers, turn the book out of the sage, and naturally some people turn out other directions, madmen and sword and pen officials, which are the other two ways.

"Not all literati and writers follow Confucianism."

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "The sword and pen clerk is the sixth grade of the Legalist scholar?" ”

"Hmm."

"What about the madman."

"I don't know, it's rare, I haven't seen it." She shook her head.

Ouyang Rong was thoughtful.

Xie Lingjiang stopped the action in his hand about to improvise the piano, and showed some memories on his face:

In fact, this is not only the sixth product of the reader.

"From the ninth to the sixth grade of the human vein, these four realms, since the pre-Qin period, there have been many ancient names, and they are also similar to the sages, madmen, and swordsmen of the six grades, and they can take many different ways.

"But many of them have been lost with the disappearance of the hundred schools of thought, or have been burned and destroyed by hostile forces, and even if there are still some left, they have become a secret family heirloom of niche qi refining.

"We, Confucianism, as the leading sects in the world, have gradually become the most orthodox force in inheriting the humane lineage of scholars, and Confucian scholars have gradually become linked to scholars, and the academies also have the most comprehensive way to promote the humane lineage of scholars.

"Even some of the other remnants of the Zhuzi Hundred Schools of Scholars have also been assimilated into the academy and have begun to merge, but because the sixth grade, as the last realm below the upper grade, is relatively important, there are also small paths of sword and pen officials and madmen who still exist in the world."

Xie Lingjiang explained slowly, Ouyang Rong's expression was focused, and after listening, he couldn't help asking:

"Then what about the sixth grade, isn't it important to have the fifth grade, the fourth grade and other high-grade realms? Or is it that there are too few people who leave, and the way of reading other schools of thought will be lost. ”

"No, there is no more after the sixth grade."

Xie Lingjiang shook his head.

"None? What do you mean? ”

She said seriously to Ouyang Rong, whose face was a little surprised:

"I've asked my father and the head of the academy this question before, and they said...... The path after the six products is the same for all the sons and hundreds of schools, and the different paths are the same. ”

Xie Lingjiang paused and lowered his eyelashes:

"As for why, they said that as long as you know the real name of the scholar Wupin, you will understand."

"What is the real name of the fifth product?"

"I don't know yet."

Xie Lingjiang shook his head:

"Father didn't say it, maybe he didn't expect me to break through to the sage so quickly.

"And from the middle grade to the top grade, it is a great realm, but a moat, not the bottleneck in front can be compared, the water mill is useless, I don't know how many heads are white......"

Xie Lingjiang's tone was emotional, and he added:

"I'll send two letters tomorrow to my father in Luoyang and the head of the White Deer Cave Academy, informing me of the promotion to the sixth grade."

"Okay."

Ouyang Rong said with a smile: "The teacher knows, he must be happy, and he will have a few drinks in private." ”

"How dare he?" Xie Lingjiang snorted in a nasal voice, "Someone is staring at it, and if you drink secretly, just write it in a small notebook, and see if I can clean him up when I turn around." ”

Ouyang Rong covered his mouth and coughed, pretending not to hear that the teacher was a daughter slave.

He then asked:

"What is the difference between a wise man and a sword and pen man and a madman?"

"Qi refining techniques are different, and the direction of strength is naturally different."

Xie Lingjiang asked rhetorically: "Senior brother, do you know the six arts of Confucianism?" ”

"You know, the six arts, etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics."

"The Confucian reading and humane veins are improved around these six arts skills."

Ouyang Rong reacted: "Little junior sister's archery skills seem to be very good, I remember that when Long Cheng first met, it had a profound impact." ”

Xie Lingjiang nodded:

"Well, because archery is the main skill of the eight-rank gentleman."

She stretched out her palm, gradually clenched into a fist, as if a set of unpretentious fist starting style, and whispered:

"Practicing bow and archery is practicing boxing.

"It is not for nothing that the sages listed archery as one of the six arts of a gentleman.

"When archery, the posture of the person is upright, the use of the muscles of the whole body, the fist is stable and the arrow is accurate, throughout the ages, in the army, can become the horse archer, or pull the highest stone bow in the army, all are the most exquisite soldiers, have a killing skill......

"And the arrow is out of the middle, and the way of archery also means the way of a gentleman."

Ouyang Rong asked softly: "One product corresponds to one art?" ”

Xie Lingjiang nodded:

"Nine Grades of Readers, Mathematical Arts; Eight gentlemen, archery; Seven-product flipbooker, calligraphy; Six-grade sage ......"

She paused, and this sudden silence made Ouyang Rong can't help but turn his head to look away.

I saw Xie Lingjiang stroking the white fingers of the piano body, and suddenly hooked the strings.

Zheng ——!

After a few strings.

Not far from the two of them sitting on the piano platform, the hazy cloud of mist above the hot spring shattered, and the fallen leaves carried by the autumn wind in the mist were also broken into neat crumbs by some invisible blade.

So in Ouyang Rong's field of vision, the rear flowers and courtyard walls that were originally blocked by the water mist were exposed.

Ouyang Rong suddenly laughed:

"So the little junior sister's new mastery is music?"

Xie Lingjiang bowed his head slightly.

He asked with great interest, "Wouldn't you have to take a piano with you from now on?" ”

"Who says only the sound of the piano is music?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

Without waiting for Ouyang Rong's words, Xie Lingjiang abruptly withdrew his hand and stopped playing the piano.

She sits at the front of the platform with one hand in a fist and rests flat in front of her lower abdomen.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the courtyard fell silent for a while.

But the next moment.

Ouyang Rong didn't know if it was his ears that had adapted to the sudden calm, or if all the sounds had been amplified ten times in his ears.

The faint sound of leaves shaking, the sound of books turning pages, and the sound of spring water rushing to the face of the earth was overwhelming!

Inside the boudoir.

Gale winds.

The meaning of slaughter.

The original endless and rising hot spring mist completely dissipated, leaving no armor behind.

Ouyang Rong listened attentively for a moment, and glanced at the book that the little junior sister had thrown away not long ago.

The wind is flipping through the books.

Nodding.

"It's as good as a knife."

He sighed.

(End of chapter)