"Duh!"

In the small courtyard, Xu Qi'an stood on the eaves and threw a prismatic hidden weapon casually, but he didn't aim seriously at all.

But it accurately hit the stake red heart twenty paces away.

This is not how clever Xu Qi'an's method of throwing hidden weapons is, but .... He was lucky.

"There's definitely something wrong with my body...."Xu Qi'an muttered to himself.

He was so lucky that for a month in a row, he picked up a total of one or two taels of silver, which was equivalent to half a month's worth of silver.

This amount of money is enough for an ordinary family of three to save food for three months.

The strangest thing is that picking up a penny of silver every time is not something that can be described as lucky.

You don't need to ask Yuanfang, you also know that this matter is strange.

"Come out, don't play hide and seek with me. Xu Qi'an said tentatively.

The system ignored him.

Over the past month, he's made countless attempts to wake up the system.

The facts tell him that there is no system at all.

How do you explain that weird luck?

I can't imagine that a non-chief like me, who has never won a lottery ticket for five yuan since I was a child, can one day evolve into a European emperor. But the life span of the European Emperor is extremely short... Xu Qi'an smiled bitterly and laughed at himself.

One thing is for sure, the original owner has no amazing luck at all, and if he wants to, his aunt will not dislike him, and will offer him as an ancestor.

The whole family stopped struggling and relied on him to pick up money to live.

"This kind of gift of unknown origin inexplicably makes people panic...."Xu Qi'an's eyes were condensed, and he sighed: "I can only take one step at a time." ”

Today, Xu Qi'an climbed over a one-zhang high wall and went to his second uncle's house for breakfast.

The small courtyard where he lives was actually originally lived by an old housekeeper of the Xu family, and it is separated from the mansion by a wall.

Later, the old housekeeper died, and the small courtyard was idle, until Xu Qi'an fell out with his aunt and moved here in anger.

The original owner is a bull temper, and he cooks three meals by himself on weekdays, and the second uncle occasionally comes over the wall with wine and vegetables to find his nephew to drink two cups.

Now Xu Qi'an doesn't have to pay for the obsession of the original owner, if he makes breakfast by himself, he can't get out of bed. What a waste of money if you go out to eat.

Isn't it fragrant to listen to the song, the main thing is that you can see the young ladies in tulle skirts shaking their butts.

.....

Inner hall.

The aunt, who was wearing a dark red wide-sleeved dress, saw Xu Qi'an coming in, pursed her lips, and lowered her head to drink porridge.

My aunt is not the daughter of a big family, my father is a showman, barely a scholarly family, my aunt is familiar with her ears and eyes, and she is reasonable, she just accepted the kindness of her unlucky nephew, and she can't wipe her face to drive people away.

Xiao Douding stood in front of a round stool with her breakfast, three meat buns, two fried dough sticks, a stack of side dishes, and a large plate of white porridge.

"Big brother—" she called out indistinctly.

"Why didn't you say goodbye. Xu Qi'an asked.

Saying goodbye to the old is the word of the New Year, and the word is a supplement to the name.

"Shut up in the room and write poetry. Xu Pingzhi said.

Xu Qi'an sat down, and Lu E served a bowl of white porridge, six meat buns, a stack of acetic radishes, and a bowl of tofu brain.

A martial artist in the refining realm has a much larger appetite than ordinary people.

And when it comes to the Qi cultivation realm like uncle, the amount of food is not much different from that of ordinary people.

Only half-full .... Xu Qi'an glanced at Xiao Douding, and his face was pleasant: "Lingyin, is it good to divide the eldest brother with a meat bun." ”

Everyone glanced at him, the young girl in the family didn't care about anything, just cared about a bite to eat, and whoever snatched food from her bowl, she would fight with whomever she wanted.

"Don't!" Xiao Douding really opened his arms, like a little hen protecting her cubs, protecting the food.

"Don't worry, big brother won't let you suffer. Xu Qi'an picked up a meat bun, put it on her plate, pointed to the four meat buns and said:

"Do we all have a share of these four meat buns?"

Xu Lingyin pecked at the brain melon.

"Should it be divided?"

Xu Lingyin tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then nodded.

"You have two buns, big brother has two buns, and then, big brother will give you half a fritter. Did you earn it?"

"Hmm. Xu Lingyin was brought to the rhythm, feeling that he had made a lot of money, and smiled.

Xu Lingyue: "....."

Xu Pingzhi glanced at his nephew: (¬_¬)

The aunt said angrily: "How could I give birth to such a stupid girl as you, and I am so angry with my mother!"

Xiao Douding felt very aggrieved, she obviously earned half a fritter, why did her mother scold her.

At this time, Xu Xinnian came in, with words in his mouth, his eyes were not focused, and he sat down to eat and think at the same time.

The aunt let out a breath, ignoring the stupid young girl, and was concerned about her promising son:

"Nian'er, what poetry is good. People have strengths, inches are short, and don't pay attention to the gossip of outsiders. ”

Xu Xinnian is good at strategy, and poetry is weak.

"Say goodbye, when will you be able to break through and reach the eighth grade of self-cultivation?" Xu Qi'an suddenly asked.

Xu Xinnian followed the path of Confucian practice. Yunlu Academy was founded by the great disciples of Confucian sages, with a history of 1,200 years.

It is a holy place that scholars all over the world dream of.

The transcendent status of Yunlu Academy is not only that the patriarch of the sect is a disciple of a saint, but the most important point is that it is the only remaining academy that can cultivate Confucianism and Taoism.

The ninth quality of Confucianism: enlightenment.

Opening the mind can only increase memory, one glance and ten lines, and the learning ability is strengthened, but it is still a scumbag.

"I don't have a clue for the time being, and the teacher said that I want to realize myself. Xu Xinnian shook his head regretfully.

"You can refer to the Enlightenment Realm. Xu Qi'an said, "How did you cultivate the Enlightenment Realm?"

Xu Xinnian recalled: "Reciting the saint's scriptures upside down and turning them into one's own use is the enlightenment realm." ”

At one's tongue's end.... Use it for yourself.... The former takes a lot of time to memorize, and the latter relies on a certain amount of understanding. Xu Qi'an nodded thoughtfully.

This is the same as the refining realm of the martial arts system, which is all about years of boiling qi and blood and tempering the body.

"If you cultivate your body, do you also have to temper your physique?" asked Xu Qi'an.

Xu Xinnian pondered for a moment and said: "Confucian scholars in the realm of self-cultivation are fearless, and their words and deeds can be convincing and motivate their fighting spirit. I tried to deduce the method of cultivation from the ability that manifested in the self-cultivation realm. ”

"Did it work?"

Xu Xinnian pretended not to hear, turned to his mother and said, "An elder in the academy has left the academy and is going to Qingzhou, which is a long way away, and the students of the academy will see him off tomorrow and give him poems." ”

Speaking of this, Xu Xinnian said distressedly: "I haven't written a send-off poem yet." ”

Xu Lingyue said softly: "The second brother has no poetic talent. ”

The aunt glared at her and said unhappily: "Your second brother is talented, and the way of poetry was just not taken to heart before." ”

Xu Pingzhi scratched his head: "Just write a few sentences, I think the poem you blurted out that day is very courageous." ”

"Kukuku...."Xu Qi'an laughed.

The corners of Xu Xinnian's mouth twitched, and he stiffly diverted the topic: "That elder is a world-famous Confucian, and he is very good at poetry. The students who saw him off were all talented poets, and in addition to respecting the elders, they also had the idea of making contacts. ”

"If you can be appreciated by that senior, it will be very beneficial. ”

Yes, I finally want to make connections.

Xu Xinnian is arrogant, and always talks about 'gentlemen's friendship is as light as water' and 'gentlemen's friends are not parties'.

After this crisis, he finally realized the benefits of PY trading.

Xu Qi'an, as the eldest brother, is very pleased.

can make Erlang, who is not good at poetry, try his best to make friends.,It should be a big man.... Auntie was anxious: "How is this good?" ”

Xu Xinnian said helplessly: "Mother, the article is a good thing." The same is true of poetry. ”

After speaking, he sighed with emotion: "If I could have befriended this literary senior, I might have been able to save you from prison, and you wouldn't have no way to ask for help." ”

The aunt suddenly had a sad face, she cared more about her son's future than anyone else.

The real Confucian has a backbone, and it doesn't work to give silver and gifts, you must do what you like, so that people feel that you are worthy of friendship and look up to you.

Xu Pingzhi frowned, "Your grandfather is like you, he can only write articles, and he has no poetic talent." ”

The aunt was not convinced, and the good-looking willow eyebrows raised: "What do you mean by this." Is it my father's fault?"

"Being able to be admitted to the Juren in the New Year is all the credit of my Li family, because he follows me. If you look at the ringtone, it's just with you, and there is no enlightenment so far. ”

Xu Xinnian and Xu Lingyue's appearance follows their mother, and their good looks make people jealous. Xu Lingyin, a little bean ding, has facial features that follow his father, so he is cute and simple.

Second Uncle Xu was speechless.

Xu Qi'an was unconvinced: "Auntie, what you said is not right, according to what you mean, do you mean that my Xu family is stupid?"

The aunt didn't understand what the gene was, so she sneered: "If you had been studying at the beginning, you wouldn't have learned martial arts." ”

With Xu Erlang's stinky temper, he wants to take the initiative, and the identity of the scholar should not be low. Erlang's connections are my connections, and my connections are still my connections, so I have to help him. Xu Qi'an's thoughts flickered, thinking about the masterpieces that could be used as farewell poems in his previous life.

Although I don't plan to mix with the Confucianism, why not make reasonable use of resources in exchange for benefits.

Soon, he had an idea in his mind and locked on a poem.

Xu Qi'an took a hard bite of the meat bun: "Write poems, today so that my aunt knows that all of my Xu family are talents." ”

What he had to think about now was whether the poem would be too good. You know, the poems that can be written into textbooks are all hand-me-downs.

PS: This chapter is almost 3,000 words, which shows that I am not short.