Dao Fruit

After hearing this, Wang Qiaoer's eyelids twitched and she couldn't help but said: "You scholars, bathed in the teachings of saints, don't you advocate kindness as your foundation, be lenient to yourself, treat others with kindness, and repay evil with kindness? Why..."

Qiu Yan shook his head, and some memories from the past emerged in his heart, but they were sentences from books he had read before. He said in his mouth: "Reading to rectify oneself can cure the qi and nourish the heart, but it must be empty and quiet, not just seeking kindness. , If you only talk about good things in reading, it is a hypocrite." After finishing this sentence, Qiu Yan suddenly froze, thinking.

After hearing this, Wang Qiaoer became more and more confused, but he also knew that he could not refute, otherwise the consequences would be terrible, so he had no choice but to take out a few pieces of broken silver from his arms and handed them over. Then he saw Qiu Yan finally getting up, and he also struggled quickly He stood up, not daring to say anything, turned around and walked away, limping and stumbling forward, looking back from time to time, like a frightened bird.

But before he walked a few steps, his stomach suddenly growled. Wang Qiaoer trembled all over, crossed his legs slightly, sped up, and disappeared around the corner.

Qiu Yan ignored him and weighed the broken silver in his hands.

"Wang Qiao'er brought a lot of money with him, enough to buy a lot of rice and eat it for several days."

The Darui Dynasty has been settled for a century. In the past eighty years and the four emperors, the price of rice has long been no longer what it was when Taizong pacified Beidi. It is now seven or eight cents per meter. It can last for several days. This shows that Wang Qiaoer has a lot of talents.

At this time, Qiu Yan's aunt came from behind with a puzzled look on her face: "Yan'er, I just heard someone knocking on the door and talking, but someone is here?"

"Someone is here. A friend of mine owed me some money and he just paid it back." Qiu Yan handed over the money in his hand. "Auntie, I have had a big appetite recently and I want to spend it with you." I have made a lot of money, and this little money should be used to supplement the family’s income.”

"No way," my aunt quickly declined. "You want to study, so you should use money."

"It's not much money, and it's just broken silver. It's inevitable to get a low price when you go to the study. It's not as affordable as buying meat and vegetables. Besides, I also collected a lot of money in the past few days. If you don't miss this, you can Hold on, I'll go back to the house first. I haven't practiced calligraphy for a few days. I have free time today, so I just go to review."

Looking for an excuse, he forced the broken silver to his aunt, and Qiu Yan quickly returned to the house. He knew that no one would bother him once he made an excuse to practice calligraphy.

After closing the door, Qiu Yan took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the corner and placed it on the table.

"When I spoke just now, there was an article welling up in my heart, and I naturally said it to Wang Qiao'er. As soon as the words came out, the living soul trembled faintly. And last night, the smoke of the calming incense mobilized the article in the memory, which actually strengthened the living soul. "Hun, there must be a mystery in this, now is the time to explore it."

Holding the breath and calming the mind, Qiu Yan's body has been studying and practicing calligraphy all year round. Although his fame is not obvious, he still has the ability to nourish his energy and calm his mind, and he soon becomes calm physically and mentally.

After polishing the ink, he thought for a while, picked up the pen and wrote the word "book" on the paper.

His handwriting is square and square, not arrogant, and does not have much charm. As soon as the words are written, Qiu Yan himself feels a sense of restraint and discipline.

This is not an illusion. He can have a soul out of his body, which means he has entered the enlightenment state of sexual cultivation. His perception is different from before. Although the soul is weak, it does not show many abnormalities, but now he is calm and calm, and his whole body is different. Focusing on the wrist, pen tip, and ink marks, you can feel the artistic conception immediately.

"The craftsmanship is too strong. It seems that when I learned calligraphy, I only learned the form, without the charm and artistic conception. But I can only feel it. If I really want to write, that's about this level."

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Qiu Yan's mind returned to the words on the paper. When he was writing, he was concentrating on finding clues about the strength of the living soul, but he didn't get any results, and there was no movement at all from the living soul.

Frowning slightly, an idea suddenly flashed.

"The trembling of the soul before was caused by emotions. The memory from the heart emerged. Combined with the scene when the calming incense was used, could it be that the message in the memory must be used to infect the soul and mobilize the emotions to be effective? In this case..."

Thinking like this, Qiu Yan calmed down again.

"Try to find something to stir up the memories and emotions in my heart. Well, I have it. I just learned about General Nalang, so I might as well give it a try."

Just now Wang Qiaoer came to blackmail and threaten him, but Qiu Yan gave him a lesson and even got some information out of him, gradually confirming his previous guesses.

"The fact that the massacre of monsters in the village can be covered up proves that monsters have a certain power in human society. They even hide among the crowd and hold high positions. When I left Ziyuan Mountain, I killed many monsters in one fell swoop. With the temperament of an animal, he will definitely try every means to seek revenge and find my traces. In this way..."

He raised his hand to change a piece of paper, picked up the pen again, and landed on the paper. The pen moved quickly and smoothly, and he finished it in one go -

Will!

This word is still square and square, horizontally and vertically, but it is not as formal as before. Instead, it reveals a sense of urgency and crisis.

Trembling.

A faint light flashed across Qiu Yan's eyes, but he didn't take it seriously. He frowned and whispered softly: "There is a general chasing him, it's imminent!"

Before he finished speaking, the pen tip moved, adding three characters on both sides of the word "general".

For a moment, four words appeared on the paper——

The way to control the general.

The three newly appeared characters are still square, but they reveal an artistic conception of exploration and exploration, as if the dazai in the court and the dean in the text are exploring the best way to govern the world and find the strategy to stabilize the country.

"The method of controlling and taming a general should be..."

Muttering softly, Qiu Yan exuded a strange aura all over his body, and the whole person was faintly separated from the room. In his eyes, the light flickered and became brighter, as if there were two stars hidden.

As his thoughts turned, his wrist also turned with it, and after the four words, he added another sentence-

It depends on how well you can control it.

This sentence was written with a hard and firm stroke. As soon as it fell on the paper, the ink penetrated the paper and stained the table.

The way to control a general depends on how well you can control it.

This is a sentence in the ancient book Tongjian, which means that the key and method to control a general is to master the power of reward and punishment.

This is a warning to emperors and monarchs. At this moment, Qiu Yan followed his mind and wrote it directly.

At the moment when the sentence was completed, his body shook slightly, his eyes shone brightly, and a faint light shone from the top of his head, but it disappeared in an instant.

Qiu Yan's face, which was slightly pale due to fever, now turned rosy, and his spirits obviously improved, and he looked energetic.

"It is true. Recalling the articles of sages in memory can really nourish the soul and strengthen the soul!"

He took a deep breath, and the index finger of his right hand holding the pen slightly raised, and joy appeared between his eyebrows.

PS: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!