Shen Lang chatted with Lin Dong for a while and returned home, in fact, he already had a plan in his heart about what to do next, but he didn't say it in person.

Lin Dong suggested that Shen Lang stay in the academy, not to mention Zhao Hao, an eighth-grade martial artist, even if he came to a seventh-grade martial artist, he would not want to hurt him.

However, Shen Lang rejected this proposal, and he couldn't hide in the academy for a while.

went home and discussed with Yang Youqing and Shen Donglai, and Shen Lang decided to follow Yang Youqing back to the Yang family's manor first to avoid trouble.

Hurting Zhao Hao is by no means a trivial matter, a bad one is a big disaster, although he behaved calmly and casually in front of Lin Dong, his heart was actually not so calm.

In comparison, Shen Donglai is very safe, he has an official body, if the Huaining Mansion doesn't want to cause trouble, he will never dare to touch him in the open.

As for Shen Lang, he disappeared after injuring Zhao Hao......

Shen Lang ran away, what happened to Shen Donglai?

At least on the surface.

It was noon, and the carriage staggered out of the county gate.

There were two people in the car, Yang Youqing and Shen Lang, and there was originally a maidservant green willow, but Yang Youqing said that her body had become heavy in recent days, and her footsteps were too loud when she walked at night, so she was asked to get out of the car and walk around more.

Green Willow's face was full of grievances, but he still got out of the car, and after a while, he heard heavy footsteps outside.

Sure enough, it was too heavy.

Shen Lang knelt in the carriage, looking at his nose and nose, and sitting opposite him was Yang Youqing, the two of them were on their knees, and they could vaguely feel the hot breath exhaled by each other between their breaths.

It's still freezing outside in February, but the temperature inside the carriage continues to rise.

After three hours, the carriage finally stopped outside a manor.

The sky was already dark, and when Shen Lang got out of the carriage, he could see that the manor was brightly lit, and a river outside the manor flowed gently like a silver ribbon in the moonlight.

This is the Yang family's manor, and the river outside is the Lanjiang River that crosses the entire Anping County.

This place is very familiar to Shen Lang in his memory, and Shen Donglai will take him several times a year.

Yang Shen and Shen Donglai are brothers, the two have had a good relationship since childhood, and later Shen Lang and Yang Youqing also set up a baby kiss, so the relationship is naturally closer.

Before Shen Lang came, Yang Youqing had already arranged for someone to come back to report the news, so as soon as he got off the carriage with his front foot, Yang Shen came out with his two sons and his subordinates on the back foot.

"Ziyu has met Uncle Yang and two brothers." Shen Lang bowed.

"Still called uncle?" Yang Shen glared at him, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay!" ”

"Ziyu hasn't been here for a long time, I'll take you to the mountains to hunt tomorrow!" Yang Bao said with a smile.

Yang Bao is Yang Youqing's second brother, and his appearance is six or seven points similar to Yang Shen.

As soon as his words fell, Yang Hu on the side glared at him: "What kind of hunting?" Brother Ziyu is here to study, just mess around all day, don't take Ziyu with you! ”

Yang Bao muttered, "What's the point of reading......

"Shut up!" Yang Shen also glared at him, and then turned his head to look at Shen Lang, with a bit of eagerness in his eyes, "Ziyu Xianxu really plans to participate in the scientific examination?" ”

Shen Lang nodded and said, "There is such a plan." ”

This is something he mentioned to Yang Youqing and Shen Donglai, and it is also the reason for coming to the manor.

"A good thing, a good thing!" Yang Shen said excitedly.

Back then, he and Shen Dong both failed in the hospital test, which can be said to be his biggest heart problem, and Shen Lang decided now, which made him feel a little "son inheriting his father's business".

"Stay in Zhuangzi today, and I'll make good arrangements for you tomorrow!" Yang Shen said.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Shen Lang understood what Yang Shen meant by "arrangement".

He actually vacated a small riverside building, which was specially used for Shen Lang to study, and no one was allowed to disturb him except for the girl who was responsible for delivering food on weekdays.

I heard that the old man Yang Shen also specially warned Yang Bao that if he dared to go to Shen Lang, he would break his three legs.

From this day on, Shen Lang lived in a small building alone.

In the afternoon, the blue sky is cloudless, and the Lanjiang River is turbulent, flowing quietly from the small building.

Shen Lang moved a small horse and sat by the river, holding a copy of "The Sage's Journey to the East", the name is a bit like the online novel he read in his previous life, but it is actually a book that records the life of the sage.

There are three parts to the children's examination: the test poem, the record of the saints, and the answer to the holy questions.

The trial post poem is a kind of poetry, mostly five words, six rhymes or eight rhymes, which is produced by the influence of "Tijing" and "Trial Post".

This Shen Lang is not worried, the Chinese culture is brilliant, and the poetry has almost come to an end.

For him, the more troublesome things are the Saints and the Saints.

The Records of Saints mainly tests questions related to saints, for example, the book he read yesterday "The Examination for Children", which has a question called "What do saints want".

In other places, it may be to ask the saint what he wants, but in the saint's record of the children's examination, this involves a specific allusion.

For example, this "What a Sage Wants" tells the story of a sage who traveled to Lu when he was young and rented a house for a while.

The landlord of Lu Guo gave the sage two choices, one room next to the thatched toilet, and the other next to the private school with an elegant environment, the sage could not afford to rent a room next to the private school, so he bargained with the landlord, and the landlord asked at the time: What does the sage want?

Naturally, the saint at that time was not a saint, and the original words asked by the landlord must not have been the words "what does a saint want". However, the writing of later generations cannot offend the name of the saint, which is why the saint asks for this allusion.

These kinds of stories contain some sage thoughts, and they are not as simple as they seem. The type of question is somewhat like an argumentative essay written in a previous life, in addition to telling a story, you also have to explain your own opinions.

Sacred questions are questions that should be answered with quotations from saints and should not be scribbled.

Naturally, the sage has said a lot of things, and even the same question will have various answers, some of which are similar, and some of which are diametrically opposed, depending on the candidate's own understanding.

In order to do a good job in the records of saints and holy questions, it is natural to know all kinds of things about saints.

Shen Lang focused on preparing for this part.

It took him an afternoon to finally turn the last page of "The Sage's Journey to the East".

Just thinking about it slightly, I found that some of the truth of the story metaphors in the book can be easily understood.

He could probably guess that this was because after the talent was infused into the body, he had already entered the tenth realm of Confucianism and Taoism, the "student realm", because the ability obtained by the student realm was "self-seeing".

The so-called reading a book a hundred times can see the meaning of oneself, and the ability to "see oneself" is to strengthen the reader's comprehension and make it easier for him to understand the sage scriptures.

At that time, the breakthrough was accompanied by the recovery of the spine, and then immediately Wenzhen Zhao Hao, so I didn't pay much attention to it until I came to Yangjiazhuang to study, and I didn't find out.

It's really uneventful, no thrills.

Stretching his waist, he brought the brazier to his feet, lit the book with a fire, and threw it in.

Squinting his eyes slightly, his consciousness entered the foggy world.

After half a month of familiarization, he was able to enter here with ease.

The Misty World was still as quiet as ever, and without his mental call, not even the dragonfly would have come.

Walking in front of the withered tree, I looked up and saw that there had been some changes here from half a month ago. The originally bare trunk bears forty-five leaves, each one dark blue.

As the brazier burned out of the sage's journey to the east, a blue leaf fell from the tree.

Shen Lang caught the leaves, and saw that there were four small words on it, "The Sage Travels East", but he was slightly concentrating, and the content of the whole book "The Sage's Journey to the East" appeared in his mind.

Raising his hand slightly, the blue leaves appeared on the branches as the forty-sixth leaves.

The process of discovering this withered tree's ability was very unexpected, Shen Lang fell asleep while lying on the bed reading, and the book fell into the brazier next to the bed.

After it was burned, it magically turned into leaves and appeared on this dead tree.

After Shen Lang tried it a few times, he found that if he burned the book he had read, he could turn it into leaves and appear here, and as long as his mind moved, he could easily consult all the contents. Of course, if you burn a book that you haven't read directly, it won't have this effect.

It's an alternative "unforgettable".

In fact, if time permits, he prefers to read these books slowly, but there is only one month before the time of the children's examination, so he can only rush to do things.

Walking slowly to the world of "Xiaochi", the sun is shining, and the dragonfly is resting on the sharp corner of the small lotus. Directly above this piece of heaven and earth, a cyan Wenxin was quietly suspended there.

Shen Lang didn't know exactly what this Wenxin was for, the only thing he knew now was that once his mind was integrated into Wenxin, he would be able to view the entire world of Xiaochi from a very wonderful perspective.

Small. Holographic perspective. Cistern?

Shen Lang put away the little horse and slowly returned to the small building.

The Lanjiang River is turbulent, and the river is still as peaceful as ever.

It is in the deepest part of this gentle river that a splendid palace stands here.

In the deepest part of the palace was a large hall with a pearlescent throne on which a woman in a long dark dress sat upright.

This woman's eyes are like autumn water, her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her sideburns are like clouds, her skin is like condensation, and she has a beautiful appearance.

At the moment, she was dragging her chin against the armrest, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, her expression moved slightly, and she reached out with her left hand spread out on her chest, and a blue-covered book appeared in her hand out of thin air.

"Sage's journey to the East?" The stunning woman tilted her head slightly, revealing a different color in her eyes.

The maid on the side looked at it and said with a smile: "Niangniang, this is the forty-sixth book." ”

The stunning woman frowned slightly, and said, "You say...... In the past half a month, why has he burned books and the palace every day? ”

"Maybe that person knows that the river god Niangniang likes to read, and he is about to catch up with the spring festival, so he specially dedicated it to Niangniang." The maid replied.

The stunning woman snorted lightly and said, "Everyone else has written poems and documents and this palace, what is it if he burns these saint classics, can't this palace afford to buy books?" ”

The maid observed the words and looks, and naturally knew that her mother was not really angry, so she laughed and said: "Maybe he has limited literary talent, but he loves his mother, so he ......."

"Hugh is talking nonsense!" The stunning woman's face sank, and she paused and continued, "Keep an eye on that scholar...... Observe in the dark, and don't disturb it. ”

"Yes." The maid playfully stuck out her tongue.

When night fell, Shen Lang lit a candle and sat at his desk by the window, with a copy of the "Sutra" in front of him.

He has been in this world for more than half a month, although with the help of the "dead tree", as long as he reads the book and burns it, he can never forget it, but in terms of the total amount of reading, he must not be able to compare with those who have read for many years, so he must seize all the time, read as many books as possible, and make up for his shortcomings.

Naturally, he also has his own advantages, that is, the brilliant civilization of China's 5,000 years. Over the past few thousand years, China has produced a large number of talented people, and the study of literature, ideology, people's livelihood, and politics has reached an extremely high level. Using this knowledge, combined with his understanding of the world, he believes that he is no worse than anyone else.

This "Collection of Scriptures" is mainly a record of the thoughts of some sages, and it is a summary of later generations of readers.

Just looking at it, Shen Lang suddenly found that the candle flame was a little flickering, and in the dim light, the words on the book were full of shadows, and he subconsciously reached out to help the candle flame.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was stunned, and the doors and windows in the house were closed tightly...... Where does the wind come from?

His heart moved slightly, and he turned his head as if he was looking behind him.

The scene that caught his eyes made his body tremble, and even his heart stopped beating for a moment. A cool breath went up along the backbone and went straight to the Heavenly Spirit Gai!

In the dim light, a monster with a hideous face, like a huge toad, was lying on the side of the bed. It landed on all fours, covered in thick mucus, a pair of scarlet eyes staring at Shen Lang, and the cold eyes flashed with a vicious and bloodthirsty light.

The distance between the two is less than three meters.