Xu Qi'an is an open-minded person, and he will not be obsessed with trivial things, since his sister at home is so rotten that he can't carve, he won't carve.

Wouldn't it be better to take it to the academy and smoke a board, why waste your tongue.

But Li Miaozhen stopped Xu Qi'an from domestic violence against the child, and the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Sect frowned and said unhappily: "If you have something to say, why bother to be rude to a child." ”

Holy Maiden, you never know how bad it is to be the parent of a bear child......... Xu Qi'an sold her face and went into the courtyard instead.

There is only a pair of mother and daughter flowers in the yard, with a sharp face, three-dimensional facial features, and a bit of mixed-race style Xu Lingyue, sitting on a small wooden tie embroidery.

Xiao Muzha could no longer accommodate her plump buttocks, and the elastic buttocks overflowed, highlighting under the skirt.

The aunt did not do her job on the side, knotted the lotus green skirt at the calf, and then squatted on the edge of the flower bed, holding a small wooden shovel and small scissors, and tinkering with flowers and plants.

In addition to beating Xu Lingyin, my aunt usually has this hobby.

Her personal maid Lu'e is on the side to help.

"Big brother!"

Seeing Xu Qi'an come back, Sister Lingyue was overjoyed, put down the needle and thread, and greeted her with a smile like a flower.

Her afterglow swept over Li Miaozhen, Su Su and Zhong Li without a trace.

The small expression with scrutiny fully shows that there is a natural, implanted instinctive hostility between beautiful women.

"It's okay, you can go home today. ”

Xu Qi'an pinched her round nose, looked at the room, and said, "What about Erlang and Second Uncle?"

"Dad didn't know where to practice, and the second brother was studying at Master Zhang. Xu Lingyue's voice was pleasant, with the softness of a girl.

Xu Qi'an nodded, and was about to speak, when he heard Xu Lingyue with curiosity, and said softly: "Big brother, who is that sister?"

She asked Zhong Li.

Although Zhong Li has been with Xu Qi'an for a long time, she has never officially appeared, and Xu Lingyue is the first time she has seen her.

"Senior Sister Caiwei. Xu Qi'an said.

Oh, that rice bucket girl's senior sister........ Xu Lingyue was stunned.

The rice bucket is the nickname she gave Chu Caiwei, Chu Caiwei is the No. 1 rice bucket, Lina is the No. 2 rice bucket, and Xu Lingyin is the No. 3 rice bucket.

In fact, people who know these three rice buckets have similar nicknames in their hearts. For example, in the yard, I was shocked to find that the young girl was dirty, and angrily picked up a bamboo stick and chased and killed the beautiful woman who went out of the young girl.

The nicknames that the aunt gave Lina and Xu Lingyin were: stupid girl and child, greedy girl and child, stupid girl and child.

Etcetera.

"Isn't it tiring for the old lady to wash your clothes every day? You dead child, you don't know how sorry for the old lady at all. Auntie's roar came:

"Then I don't need to treat you as a daughter when I beat you. ”

Xu Lingyin's voice came from the mouth: "Then I'm not your daughter, why are you beating me." ”

The aunt choked and was incompetent and furious: "....... Dare to talk back!"

.............

Xu Qi'an took Zhong Li out of the small courtyard, shuttled between the houses and courtyards, followed the principle of laying bluestone slabs, sometimes picked up steps, and after a stick of incense, he came to the valley full of bamboo forests.

Bamboo is mostly in the south, and Dafeng boasts of being orthodox in Kyushu and dominates the Central Plains, but the geographical location of the capital is the north-central part of Kyushu.

The climate is not suitable for the growth of bamboo.

The bamboo forest in Qingyun Mountain is very rare.

Soon after the summer, the bamboo forest in this season is lush and green, and the mountain wind blows, rustling, quite meaningful.

And what Xu Qi'an thought was, how to make bamboo tube wine?

A small attic is nestled in a bamboo grove, like an accord where a hermit lives, and a cobblestone path leads to the attic, covered with bamboo leaves.

"Dean, Xu Qi'an is here!" he gestured towards the attic.

The light flashed in front of him, and he had teleported from the outside to the attic, and Dean Zhao Shou sat on the side of the desk, sipping fragrant tea, and looked at him with a smile and a word.

The washed white old Confucian shirt, the slightly messy gray hair, and the cynical atmosphere are all over.

Zhao Shou is the most unstylish high-grade powerhouse Xu Qi'an has ever seen, and he is also an old man, but the supervisor is white-clothed Shengxue, and the fairy wind is bone. Master Du Er also wore a gorgeous robe embroidered with gold thread, with a calm bearing, and looked like a monk.

And Dean Zhao gives people the impression that Kong Yiji, or Fan Jin.........

"Well, I almost forgot about the Taoist Chief, and the Taoist Chief also looks like a wandering Taoist priest, and he is very ..........," Xu Qi'an added in his heart.

"Thank you Dean for your help. Xu Qi'an expressed his gratitude.

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations, this is what you taught me, and you have not forgotten. Zhao Shou smiled.

What the dean means is that as long as I don't forget my original intention, everyone will still be good friends......... Xu Qi'an smiled, and then made a request to his good friends:

"Students come to the college to borrow a book from the dean. ”

Zhao Shou looked at him and bowed slightly.

"Da Zhou picks up. Xu Qi'an remembered that Father Wei said that if he wanted to know the secret of the princess, he would go to Yunlu Academy to borrow this book.

"Huh!"

Zhao Shou said with a smile: "This is written by a great Confucian of the academy six hundred years ago, he was born in the Great Zhou period, was active in the early days of the Great Zhou, and compiled what he saw and heard about the Great Zhou into a book. There is only one book in the world, it has never been printed, and very few people have read it. ”

I see, no wonder Huaiqing has never heard of it, even if she is a female scholar, it is impossible to read all the books in the world, she must read books that are biased towards her preferences for a purpose.

Xu Qi'an was stunned, and then heard Zhao Shou smile and said: "That great Confucian must have heard that his deeds were inscribed by later generations, and they are in the mountains. ”

The aura flickered, and Xu Qi'an blurted out: "That second-grade Confucian Qian Zhong who carried the people's grievances and knocked away the last luck of the Great Zhou?"

When he first came to Yunlu Academy, Erlang took him to visit the academy, and mentioned the great Confucian named Qian Zhong.

Zhao Shou said with emotion: "That is a respectable scholar, who is truly famous in history, not like some four guys, who always want to go crookedly." ”

May I ask if the four crooked guys you talked about are Zhang Shen, Li Mubai, Yang Gong, and Chen Tai......... Xu Qi'an slandered in his heart.

Zhao Shou spread out his hand and said leisurely: "The Great Zhou Legacy is in my hands." ”

In a flash of light, an old scroll appeared in his hand, and the book cover read: Da Zhou Relics!

......... Xu Qi'an looked at this scene in a daze, although he was already very familiar with the Confucian "bragging" Dafa, but every time he saw it, he always had the urge to "don't cultivate this martial arts" and "Coach, I want to learn Confucianism".

The man is afraid of entering the wrong industry, and the second uncle will harm me......... He sighed with regret.

Taking over the Great Zhou relics from Zhao Shou's hands, Xu Qi'an groaned, "Can I take it away?"

Zhao Shou: "No!"

It's good to refuse....... Xu Qi'an looked down, his current eyesight, one glance and ten lines is not a problem.

Since this book is called "The Legacy of the Great Zhou", what is recorded in it is actually a supplement to the official history. It is full of things that look like wild history at first glance, but they do happen.

For example, Li Mu, a famous immortal official in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty, said in the history books that this person was romantic, and he had countless confidants, but in fact, there was a fox demon among his red faces, who was a clansman of the nine-tailed sky fox of the Southern Demon lineage.

These are secrets that will not be recorded in the official history.

Like the Yasheng who refers to the deer as a horse in Yunlu Academy, this Li Mu is actually a talent with the pen of Dong Hu......... Xu Qi'an nodded secretly and continued to read.

Finally, he turned to a record that could be called a folk myth.

During the Longde period of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there is a Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers in the south, the strange flowers in the valley are gorgeous, and they are always undefeated in all seasons. Legend has it that there lived a flower goddess in the valley.

The god of flowers is the birth of the immortal spirit, the transformation of human form, the collection of heaven and earth aura. Whoever can obtain the flower god spirit can be reborn and immortal.

After Emperor Longde heard about it, he sent people south to look for it, which lasted thirteen years, and finally found the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers and found the flower god of Zhong Lingyuxiu.

The army surrounded the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers and forced the God of Flowers to enter the palace, but the God of Flowers was unwilling, so he caused a thunder to self-destruct, and cursed before he died: The Great Wednesday will die in a hundred years.

Sure enough, three hundred years later, the Great Zhou Qi came to an end.

At the end of the story, a poem is recorded:

Born frightened and overwhelmed,

Grace poured out Mu Xiyang.

Admired by all as a national color,

The soul is the emperor in the world.

Xu Qi'an closed the book expressionlessly, but his heart was not calm, and even turbulent.

"Isn't this poem about the princess, the princess is the goddess of flowers more than 900 years ago....... No, the reincarnation of the god of flowers?

"It turned out that this poem was written about the god of flowers three hundred years ago, and I always thought that this poem was too widely circulated and too famous, which attracted the attention of Emperor Yuan Jing, so she was sent to the palace.

"No wonder, no wonder they all say that the princess's spirit is a good thing, it turns out that there is this allusion, sure enough, it is good to read more. There is no doubt about being reborn, and immortality may not be, otherwise how could Emperor Yuan Jing give up the princess to the king of Zhenbei.

"The fairy in the flowers, worthy of being the first beauty of Dafeng, has unparalleled charm. Tsk, a poor woman, too. ”

Xu Qi'an returned the book to Zhao Shou and asked, "This poem was written by Qian Zhong Daru?"

Zhao Shou shook his head: "Definitely." ”

Oh, Qian Zhong Daru is only a recorder, then I have no doubt, otherwise, how can the presiding old monk who told the mystery of the princess's life experience know that this poem will become a logical loophole......... Xu Qi'an complained in his heart.

Chatting with Dean Zhao Shou, Xu Qi'an's ears suddenly moved, and he turned his head to look outside the building.

I saw the three great Confucians coming together, looking forward to it, and seeing Xu Qi'an showing a look of surprise.

"It's worthy of the students taught by the three of us, cutting two thieves at the entrance of the vegetable market, and saving the overall situation with the power of one person, which is singing and crying. ”

The three great Confucians happily complimented, and then they looked at the dean with questioning eyes: "When did Ning Yan become the dean's disciple?

said, they used the eyes of "you are greedy for his poems, don't quibble that this is the truth" to connotate Zhao Shou.

Zhao Shou snorted coldly: "How can I be like you, the three immortals of scholars, morality, merit, and speech are the righteous way of brilliance." Pinning hope on poetry is the right way. ”

It's good if you don't grab poetry from us......... The three great Confucians breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhang Shen retorted in a relaxed tone:

"Three thousand avenues lead to the same end, how can poetry not be a cultural treasure? In my opinion, the dean is obsessed with it. ”

Zhao Shou waved his hand: "I'm too lazy to argue with you." ”

He turned to look at Xu Qi'an and said, "The main thing is that Yang Gong Zhuyu is in front of them, making them envious and jealous, in fact, Yunlu Academy has good intentions towards you, and it has nothing to do with poetry." ”

glanced at the three great confucians, and said with a smile: "At least the old man won't be like them." ”

He had to clarify this matter to Xu Qi'an, otherwise it would seem that Yunlu Academy had a purpose, always thinking about the light of his poetry.

To be honest, the behavior of Zhang Shen and others really insulted the image of Yunlu Academy.

Xu Qi'an nodded.

He himself actually doesn't matter, anyway, the poems were plagiarized in his previous life, not made by him, as a time-traveler without a foundation, he can use poetry to expand his contacts and exchange for benefits, so he naturally can't miss it.

Zhang Shen and the three ignored the dean's ridicule, looked at Xu Qi'an eagerly, and asked:

"You haven't written poetry for a long time, and when such a major event has happened recently, do you feel that your blood is boiling, and your poetry is flourishing? ”

The three Confucians looked at Xu Qi'an eagerly.

Dean Zhao Shou didn't speak, but he was also quite interested and looked at it intently.

Yunlu Academy not only helped me protect my family, but the dean also directly held a carving knife in his hand and coerced Emperor Yuan Jing in the court, although this is in line with Confucian concepts, it is not simply selling my favor, but I want to remember this kindness..........

Well, you might as well copy a poem to them, and it's not good to prostitute them for nothing night after night......... Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an groaned:

"I do think of a poem. ”

Yes, I think of a poem, I'm just a poetry porter. He added in his heart.

The three great Confucians were ecstatic.

At this time, he should have said proudly: pen and ink waiting.

It's just that the calligraphy is too poor, and there is no charcoal at hand, so I don't offer ugliness, I paced indoors decently, and when I saw the green bamboo leaves outside the window, I pretended to have bright eyes, and said:

"There you go. ”

Zhao Shou's eyes also lit up, and he asked, "Is it related to bamboo?"

The dean seems to be fond of bamboo........ Xu Qi'an bowed: "Yes." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Shou immediately straightened his waist, from a little interested, to a feeling of great anticipation.

Xu Qi'an recalled a little and remembered the full text of the poem, but in the eyes of Zhao Shou and the three Confucians, he was brewing.

"Insist that Qingshan will not relax. ”

Zhao Shou, who already knew that it was a bamboo poem, savored it carefully, in this sentence, the word "bite" is the essence, and only one word highlights the vigor and power of bamboo.

"The roots are in the broken rock. ”

Zhao Shou bowed slightly, which is a supplement to the previous sentence, and at the same time reflects the perseverance shown by bamboo in a difficult environment.

"Thousands of blows are still tenacious, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. ”

Dean Zhao Shou's breathing was a little short, and the last two sentences described Bamboo's attitude towards external pressure, even after countless tribulations, he was still indomitable.

In Meilan Bamboo Chrysanthemum, he loves bamboo alone, otherwise he would not have built his residence in the bamboo forest.

Zhao Shou had also written poems before, but compared to Xu Qi'an's poem, he had to admit that he was inferior.

One poem and two couplets, from the inside to the outside, almost describe the tenacity of bamboo vividly.

It is worthy of the great poem.......... This Confucian monk sighed in his heart.

Although this poetic conception and rhetoric are lacking, it is a rare bamboo poem. Li Mubai praised.

"Stupid, this poem sings about the perseverance and tenacity of bamboo, and the rhetoric is gorgeous. Zhang Shen lashed.

"At first glance, it looks like bamboo, but in fact, it is a metaphor for bamboo, wonderful, wonderful. Chen Tai stroked his beard and smiled.

After the three Confucians finished commenting, they immediately looked at Xu Qi'an: "Does this poem have a name?"

Xu Qi'an knew what their idea was, and shook his head with a smile: "It has not been named, so it needs to be polished by the teachers." ”

The three Confucians tacitly took a few steps back, looked at each other vigilantly, and pondered how to fight for the right of authorship.

At this moment, I only heard Zhao Shouchang laugh three times and said, "Let me name this poem." ”

“？”

Zhang Shen and the others twisted their necks to look at him with stiff faces. Didn't you say that you couldn't look at Xu Ningyan's poems?

Zhao Shou frowned and said unhappily:

The old man has been sticking to Yunlu Academy for decades, just like this bamboo, insisting that the green mountains will not relax, and let the wind blow from east to west, north and south. ”

After that, without waiting for the opportunity for the three Confucians to react, he said: "Exit three hundred miles, don't bother me to write poems." ”

The words fell, and the three Confucians disappeared without a trace.

Zhao Shou spread out the paper, lifted the pen excitedly, and sighed while writing: "Good poem, good poem, the old lady's life is complete." Well, Ning Yan, this poem was written by you, but I, the teacher of the industry, are on the side to guide and polish it, right? ”

At this time, the figures of the three great Confucians flashed, and they said angrily: "Dean, stop!"

Zhao Shou waved his sleeves: "Exit five hundred miles." ”

The Confucians disappeared, and in the next second, they reappeared and roared: "Shameless old thief, we are different from you." ”

"It seems that you haven't moved your muscles and bones for a long time, so let's go, the old man will help you. ”

"We're not scared, what about Sanpin, we won't be scared of you when we join forces. ”

"Heh, it's not that the old man looks down on you, or if there are ten more, I can easily suppress it. ”

Xu Qi'an pulled Zhong Li and fled.

............

On the top of Qingyun Mountain, the clear air rushes into the sky, blowing away the clouds, and the four figures are fighting in the sky.

The movement was too loud, and it immediately alarmed the students and masters in the academy.

"Why did the dean and the great Confucian fight?"

"This, what's the matter, why are the good guys making a big fuss, don't trouble us. ”

"It's quite common for the three great Confucians to fight, but the dean can't help it. What the hell is going on?"

"It's not uncommon for the three great Confucians to fight, and the first few times they were all because of the competition for Xu Shikui's poems. ”

At this time, someone whispered: "I, I seem to have seen Xu Shikui take a woman to the dean's bamboo forest just now." ”

No way......... There was a sudden silence all around, and the students and masters were hot-skinned.

On the other side, in the small courtyard where the daughters of the Xu family were resting, Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuan raised their heads violently, looking up at the sky, and their hearts throbbed.

"Don't care, it must be the eldest brother who wrote poetry again, and the three Confucians fought. Xu Erlang waved his hand.

This is not like a movement that a four-grade master can make........ Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuan said in their hearts.

The two didn't care and continued to listen to Xu Erlang.

"Suzune has a very strange talent, she doesn't want to learn, she can't learn it, no matter how much she teaches it, it won't help. So don't think that you are special and think that you can teach her enlightenment. ”

Xu Erlang almost didn't say: Don't humiliate yourself.

Li Miaozhen shook his head: "That's not good, I stayed at the Xu family before, I promised Mrs. Xu to help teach Lingyin, but then it was delayed due to things, and now everything is over, just fulfill the promise." ”

Chu Yuanzhen smiled, smart people have seen a lot, and it is also a pleasure to occasionally meet those with dull qualifications.

...........

Xu Qi'an and Zhong Li returned to the small courtyard, and noticed that the atmosphere in the courtyard was a little stiff, and Li Miaozhen was sitting on a small bench, her beautiful face was a little dull, and her pupils were dilated.

Like a girl in love, depressed and decadent.

Chu Yuanzhen held his unsheathed sword, his back against the wall, his face expressionless, but the green tendons that were suddenly jumping at the corners of his forehead betrayed him.

"You two, it seems that something unhappy has happened?" Xu Qi'an looked at the two companions.

The two ignored him.

Xu Erlang sighed and said, "Chu Daxia and Daochang Li have to teach Lingyin to recognize words and arithmetic. ”

Xu Qi'an was taken aback and arched his hand towards the two.

Li Miaozhen felt that Xu Ningyan was mocking her, so she grabbed the pebble and smashed it over.

............

After lunch, Xu Qi'an returned to Xu's mansion with his family, and Xu's second uncle hired three carriages to go to the outer city to summon the servants back.

When the servants returned, the aunt instructed them to sprinkle and sweep.

Xu Qi'an sat on the roof, watching the servants coming and going, listening to Chu Yuanzhen and Xu Erlang talking about the scriptures, and the two of them showed off their knowledge.

In the inner hall, Chu Caiwei brought the best pastries from Guiyue Building, and Lina and Xu Lingyin accompanied her to eat.

Li Miaozhen sat cross-legged in the guest room and practiced, and Su Su chattered endlessly.

And beside him, Zhong Li, who was wrapped in a cloth robe, hugged his knees and obediently accompanied him.

"With the current combat power of Xu Mansion, even if Emperor Yuan Jing wants to retaliate, unless he sends a large army to besiege him, he will really not be afraid to assassinate. Xu Qian said.

When the lotus seeds of the Golden Lotus Daoist are ripe, we have to leave the capital, and let Yang Qianhuan and Cai Wei take care of the house when the time comes.

The prison promised me that he would protect the Xu Mansion, and he didn't want to force me into the palace and slash Emperor Yuanjing's dog's head.

"You sit here and don't move, I'll come into the house and see a distinguished guest, and when she's gone, you come down again." Xu Qi'an turned his head and told Zhong Li.

Zhong Li nodded silently: "Hmm." ”

Xu Qi'an immediately jumped off the roof, returned to the room, closed the doors and windows, and then took out the fragments of the book from the ground and poured out a talisman sword.

This runic sword was given to him by Luo Yuheng when he was traveling north.

Xu Qi'an still doesn't know whether the kind aunt gave him this thing as a friend, or whether the Golden Lotus Daoist helped him ask for it.

Before returning to Xu's Mansion, he contacted Daoist Jin Lian with the fragments of the land letter, and through him, he confirmed that Luo Yuheng was half of his own person and could be properly trusted.

The Golden Lotus Daoist also said that Fu Jian could act as a messenger, allowing him to contact Luo Yuheng without having to go to the Imperial City in person.

Gripping the talisman sword, mobilizing the Yuan Shen, putting in a wisp of spiritual power, and whispering: "National Teacher, National Teacher, I am Xu Qi'an.........."

It's better to figure out the matter of the soul pill, otherwise it will always feel like a fish in the throat. In addition, it was also a reminder to Luo Yuheng, asking her to guard against Emperor Yuanjing's troubles.

By the way, brush the favorability of the stunning beauty, and strive for Luo Yuheng to become a big guy I can rely on in the future.

Auntie, I don't want to work hard.......

After repeating it for a while, Fu Jian did not react.

It seems that the national teacher doesn't want to deal with me, sure enough, my identity and status are too low after all, and in the eyes of a woman like Luo Yuheng who has a noble status and a strong cultivation, it is still too far behind.........

Xu Qi'an thought helplessly.

He was about to give up when suddenly, a pillar of golden light fell from the sky, pierced the roof, and landed inside the house.

In the golden pillar of light, a shadow condensed, wearing a lotus crown, wearing a Taoist robe, a little bright red cinnabar in the center of the eyebrows, and the facial features were beautiful.

She has both the intellectuality of a kind aunt, the charm of her mother and friend, and the beauty of the girl next door, which is inexplicably moving.

Is it really coming?

Before Xu Qi'an could be surprised, he suddenly heard the sound of tiles rolling from the ridge of the roof, and then a figure rolled down from the eaves, snapped, and fell heavily into the yard.

Zhong Li didn't move for a long time, and after a while, he got up and walked away silently.

Luo Yuheng said suddenly: "Why are there still people on your roof? It came too fast, I didn't pay attention." ”

“.........”

No, it's not that you didn't pay attention, it was fate that made you "deliberately" ignore her, poor Senior Sister Zhong.......

Luo Yuheng's clear eyes flowed, cold as a fairy, and he said, "What are you looking for me?"

..........

PS: Three chapters were supposed to be updated today, but I thought about it for a while, and it would be better to merge the three chapters into two chapters, just make up for the word count. Today's word count is 12000+