When he first studied "Wenxin Carving Dragon", Chen Youniao found that there was a new part of the blank space in the upper part of "Original Dao Learning", but he never used this function. Today, I purchased the scriptures and came back to read them, and when I saw them, I took the initiative to absorb them and included the text.

"That's ...... so"

Chen Youniao was overjoyed, in this way, he learned the scriptures and articles of this world, and the effect was twice the result with half the effort, saving a lot of work.

Reading, after all, is a water mill, learning every day, accumulating over time. Chen Youniao has only come to study now, and he started too late, although he has the exam experience in his previous life, he does not have the talent to never forget. Learn step by step, and progress is slow. Now with the blessing of "Wenxin Carving Dragon", it is equivalent to opening a golden finger, and the future is completely different.

He did the same, and included all the scriptures and righteous works at hand.

This method of inclusion is equivalent to copying and pasting the electronic version, which is very wonderful.

Chen Youniao found that as long as he flipped through a text from beginning to end, it could be fully embodied in "Wenxin Carving Dragon". In other words, he goes to the bookstore to read a book, and he doesn't have to buy it, as long as he reads it, he can get the book in his pocket.

In this way, you can save a lot of money on books.

Chen Youniao was full of joy, and after thinking about it, most of the new books in the bookstore had covers, and if you didn't buy them, you couldn't open them, and you couldn't see the contents inside.

"It's a pity that there is no library......"

He sighed regretfully and sat down in his chair and used his brain: it is difficult to find a loophole in the books in the bookstore, but there are other ways, for example, to borrow books.

Originally, there were a lot of books in the clan, but it was a pity that Chen Youniao had been regarded as an outcast, and many resources were not open to him.

This road doesn't work, think of another way.

That's right, Mengfuzi!

He slapped his thigh.

As a famous Confucian in Haidai County, Meng Beiliu's family must have a rich collection of books, and may even have more than a big family. After all, people rely on this to eat, and without a certain number of books, they can't afford this identity.

It's just that then again, most of the books in the collection are like treasures, and they will not be easily read by people, unless they can become a proud protégé of Mengfuzi......

Chen Youniao touched his chin and groaned.

The footsteps sounded, and the thrush came over, holding the four treasures of the study in his hand.

Chen Youniao saw it and was secretly stunned: "You?"

"Brother, write poetry. ”

The thrush said crisply.

"Ahh

Chen Youniao is so weird, thinking that she is still a literary girl?

It is very likely that the temperament of the thrush is placed here, like the hollow valley orchid, most likely from a scholarly family, probably due to some reason, separated from his family. Well, maybe it was a clue that could inspire her to recall her original memories.

But seeing that the thrush was slightly stiff and spread out the four treasures of the study, he rolled up his sleeves again and took the initiative to help polish the ink.

Hao's wrist is like jade, with an indescribable luster, which is very good-looking.

Chen Youniao glanced at it, his heart jumped, and when the two got closer, he smelled a very pleasant fragrance.

The smell is very light, but it is real, I don't know what the aroma is.

Chen Youniao inexplicably remembered the legendary "ambergris", and subconsciously took a greedy sip, and the whole person was refreshed.

The aroma wafts from the thrush.

I remember the first time we met that day, but I didn't have this breath.

Chen Youniao couldn't think of a reason, and couldn't help but look at the thrush carefully.

She was still wearing the white linen clothes, although she had not been washed, but she looked clean as new and spotless, which was obviously beyond the scope of normal cognition.

This is strange.

Could it be that he is carrying a treasure? Or is it a natural gift?

Chen Youniao knew in his heart that this world was very abnormal, there were masters outside the world, demons and evils, and many other things, which were bizarre.

In any case, the thrush stood in front of her, a picturesque girl, flesh and blood.

After a while, the ink was polished.

Facing the girl's expectant eyes, Chen Youniao felt a little proud, picked up the pen, thought a little, and wrote a poem, which is still from the Tang Dynasty masterpiece in "Wenxin Carving Dragon".

However, the thrush came up, and the cute nose moved, but it showed a look of disappointment.

Chen Youniao asked, "This poem is not good?"

Thrush shook his head: "I don't like it. ”

Poetry and articles, although there are certain standards, but not all over the world prevail, after all, it is a carrier of lyrical aspirations, it is inevitable that the benevolent will see the wise and the wise, some people like it, and some people do not like it.

Chen Youniao thought about it and wrote another poem, but he didn't expect the thrush to shake his head.

Chen Youniao couldn't figure out her preferences, so he spread his hands: "I can only write these two songs today." ”

"Oh. ”

The thrush let out a faint "oh" and turned back to the study.

Chen Youniao looked at the two poems he had just written, and he felt good. Needless to say, the poem itself is a popular work, and as for the words, it is also written quite spiritually, which can only be said to be wrong for the appetite of the thrush.

"By the way, the previous song 'The Red Candle Stopped in the Cave Room Last Night', the thrush was touched when she saw it, could it be that she escaped from marriage?"

Thinking of a possibility, Chen Youniao couldn't help but guess.

Cardamom girl, dissatisfied with the feudal marriage arranged by the family, ran away from home......

This kind of story is a model for all ages.

After thinking about it for a while, Chen Youniao himself laughed dumbly: before the facts are clear, everything is conjecture, whether it is true or false, it should be regarded as an idea. At first, I brought the thrush back, but I didn't think too much about it, but I saw that I was lonely and weak, and I just did something. If we can send her home as soon as possible and reunite with the family, we will be able to do one thing.

Soon, put aside some distractions, waited for the ink to dry, rolled up the two poems, and prepared to take them to different liucao halls tomorrow to present to Meng Fuzi to see.

Meng Beiliu is a professional figure in this area, and he has his own number of ways to evaluate, whether it is good or not, he can know at a glance.

The night passed.

The next day, Chen Youniao still went out early, walking like flying, striding towards different flowing grass halls.

When I got to the thatched hall, I was seen by some classmates, pointing and pointing, and talking to each other. They all came to school in comfortable carriages, and Chen Youniao, who came running, was an outlier. Yesterday, Chen Youniao was appreciated by Meng Fuzi as soon as he came, and arranged a front seat, and it was impossible for other students to have no ideas. Studying with classmates is certainly a friendship, but it is also a competitive relationship. Every township examination and every imperial examination, the number of places to be admitted is limited, so how can one more person like to compete for it? If Chen Youniao is from a prominent background, others dare not take offense, but if he is poor, it will be another matter.

But they are all readers, and they will not do anything wrong, just a bit of cynicism, which is inevitable. They were bitter and harsh, and spoke more harshly than shrews in the streets.

As a human being in two lives, Chen Youniao's psychological endurance is very strong, he is too lazy to pay attention to it, looking for an opportunity to take out the poems, and ask Meng Beiliu to correct them.

Meng Beiliu took it and asked, "There are poems again?" ”