Sunset!

It was dusk, and there was a cloud of fire.

In the Lake Temple, Dou Changsheng is analyzing the spring breeze drizzle recipe word by word, and the number of words in the spring breeze drizzle recipe is not too many, and the whole article is about 3,000 words.

However, it is divided into nine layers, focusing on the changes of water, and more accurately the spring rain.

Cultivating the ninth layer, you can reach the peak of the nine-rank gods, and you can be promoted from the eighth rank by virtue of your cultivation, but this level is difficult to cross, the gods are restricted, and you will naturally have to pay some price if you climb to the sky to get the benefits in one step.

It's not as good as the immortal path cultivation to break through directly, the gods involve a lot of complicated aspects, but all this Dou Changsheng can ignore it, with Dou Changsheng's level, it is not cultivation to improve the god position, but the god position drags the cultivation to go.

This is the benefit of only Dou Changsheng, a great mountain and river, and an endless god position, waiting for Dou Changsheng to develop.

The rain is like melancholy, lingering and compassionate, the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy!

All kinds of poems are stored in his mind, Dou Changsheng subconsciously shook his head slightly, these poems undoubtedly reflect the meaning of spring rain, but there is always a separation from Dou Changsheng.

This is the text written by his predecessors, and Dou Changsheng only imagined it by himself, and he couldn't imagine the true meaning at all.

If I don't read, I am illiterate and doomed to be eliminated, knowledge changes my destiny, and learning makes me happy.

Dou Changsheng repeated a few words, reading is a proper positive energy, even if you become a god, you need to read, otherwise you can't understand this spring breeze and drizzle.

The writing format of this spring breeze drizzle recipe is obviously in classical Chinese, not vernacular.

Translated into the vernacular, there are more than 3,000 words.

How to get started, Dou Changsheng already had a final account in his heart, and some time ago, the clone got an essay on Song Ci, one of the three songs.

This is the key to Dou Changsheng's entry, ordinary poems need to be thought of by themselves, but the manuscript written by this great Confucian, which has already been rendered by Song Ci's spirit, gave birth to the evolution of literary mood and artistic conception.

Compared with learning, there are also changes in the spring rain, Dou Changsheng thinks that he is not as good as Song Ci.

It was dark outside, and although it was itchy in his heart, Dou Changsheng didn't let the doppelganger send this Song Ci essay.

This kind of patience, Dou Changsheng still has it.

Dou Mansion, East Wing.

The lights are like beans, constantly flickering.

The real body and the doppelganger are both dual-minded, and the doppelganger is not a real independent individual, but has its own thinking wisdom.

The real body is like an otaku, just in the idol of the god, and when the doppelganger is active, it is already the main doppelganger.

Dou Changsheng stretched out his hand and kept rummaging through the thick stack of books on the table, and soon a book was found by Dou Changsheng, Dou Changsheng opened the book and looked at an essay inside.

Moisturize things silently!

A shallow smile appeared on his face, nodded slightly, slowly put it away, and then took out a book annotated by Song Yu and looked at it carefully.

This book was not written by Song Yu himself, it was copied afterwards, but even so, it took a lot of money to get it.

To put it mildly, if you don't have a way, you won't be able to get it at all.

In order to gain Song Yu's appreciation, I don't know how many people like Dou Changsheng are fighting at night, studying the scriptures annotated by Song Yu diligently, as well as Song Yu's usual hobbies.

This is all to understand, family background is just a stepping stone for Song Yu, with the qualifications to step into the banquet, whether or not to be appreciated by Song Yu depends on real talent and learning.

Ying Hua Song family, a famous family in the world, except for the emperor, there is no one who makes Song Yu speak low, after all, the third Song Dynasty boss Song Ci is dedicated to studying, the world is famous Confucian, peach and plum all over the world, the second child stepped into the officialdom, once the official worshiped the scholar, and entered the cabinet to assist the government.

These two bigwigs, with the current level of the Dou family, it is impossible to climb to the top, and those who can worship these two are either famous families in the world, or the heirs of close friends.

If there is a rumor that the county wang family will break the scramble for the head, the Dou family will be kicked out before it starts.

As for the last kind of humble background, Dou Changsheng didn't mention it, such characters are extremely talented, and they are destined to cover the world in the future.

Otherwise, how can this poor son enter the big guy's door, this is not the big guy's snobbery, it's no talent and no virtue, if you don't have the help of the family, you won't be able to walk in front of the big guy at all.

The big guy doesn't know you as a person, how can he accept you as a beginner.

So I can only retreat to the second, as long as I enter Song Yu's door, I can also be regarded as a disciple of the Three Song Dynasty, the so-called red lotus, white lotus root, green lotus leaf, and the Three Song Dynasty are a family.

According to the message given by Dou Fangde, Song Yu will arrive in Takizawa County today, take a day off today, and tomorrow it will be time to have a banquet for the gentry and celebrities of Takizawa.

Dou Changsheng can't afford to be sluggish, a light red appeared in Dou Changsheng's eyes, his own ability is not crowded, he has no extraordinary talent, and he can't compare to these talents.

But Dou Changsheng worked hard, and with the help of divine power, he was able to rotate continuously, and he was also able to remember it.

In the past few days, Dou Changsheng has memorized all the things that should be recited.

Dou Changsheng carefully analyzed Song Yu's personality and hobbies, began to prepare for class, and when he was preparing for tomorrow, Dou San's room was in the room, and Dou San pushed open the door with hazy eyes.

With a line sewn in his eyes, he walked slowly towards the latrine.

Dou San looked at the hanging lantern, the fiery red light emitted, dispelling the darkness, and he couldn't help but mutter: "The toilet is better than the house, the eldest young master has this money, it is better to give it to me." ”

Dou San turned his back to the door, and didn't notice that an old figure stood quietly behind Dou San, the pupils of his eyes disappeared, completely snow-white, and he stared at Dou San quietly with an expressionless face.

The old arm stretched out, and the five fingers were as thin as skeletons, but they were wrapped in a layer of flesh, especially the black lines on them, which were wrapped around the five fingers, as if the fingers were stained with ink.

The fingers pinched directly towards Dou San's neck, and the cold fingers just touched Dou San's neck.

The light red lines immediately appeared, and the black lines on the fingers began to be invaded by the light red lines, and a painful look appeared on the face of the old figure, which immediately turned into black gas and dissipated.

"Who?" Dou San turned around and looked at it, as if he had touched the ice, but did not find anyone.

Reaching out and stroking the back of his neck, he cursed a few words, then turned and walked towards his room.

The old figure appeared again, the figure became a lot lighter, following behind Dou San like a shadow, the thin palm stretched out, and when it was about to touch Dou San, it slowly stopped, stretched out again, and stopped.

After hesitating for a while, Dou San had already lay down on his side, and grabbed Dou San with a hideous face.

The light red lines flashed, and the palm of his hand was immediately withdrawn, and the black qi of the old figure dissipated slightly, and the body became more illusory.

The all-white eyes quietly tilted his head to look at Dou San, staring affectionately, ready to move, but he was at ease.