I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

"Master, you can't die..."

"Master is still in the prison, Madam went back to her mother's house to ask for help. If you die again, our Chu family will have no incense..."

"The old slave said earlier that you are too weak to go to Yihonglou, why are you so disobedient..."

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The mournful cry lingered in Chu He's ears, and Chu He slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was an antique bedroom, an old man with white beard and hair and several servants were kneeling and weeping bitterly.

"Aren't I watching? Why did it suddenly appear here?"

Chu He was a little dazed, he clearly remembered that he was lying on the bed watching, why did he appear here in a daze?

"Huh? Where's my phone?"

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to feel for it, and a wonderful touch came from his fingertips.

Chu He took a closer look and found that it was a hand full of calluses.

The old man who was wiping away his tears suddenly raised his head and saw that Chu He had woken up, his old face flushed with excitement.

He hastily wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said excitedly: "Master, you are awake!"

"Forbe?"

A title subconsciously popped out of Chu He's mouth, and suddenly, a sharp pain like a needle prick appeared in his head.

A large amount of information rushed into his mind like a river breaking a dike.

All the memories of this body for sixteen years flashed before his eyes like a slideshow.

A cruel reality was in front of him, but he still had to accept it.

That's right, he has time-traveled, into the body of Chu He with the same name and surname in this world.

Chu He, the son of Chu Yunfu, a former fifth-rank civil servant.

The reason for adding the word 'front' is because his cheap father, Chu Yunfu, was on the wrong team, was framed by someone, and was put in prison a month ago.

The imperial city had no place to stand, and his mother Lin Wanrong immediately took him back to his hometown, Pingyang City.

The family has a small amount of property, and they are considered rich when they return to their hometown.

From time to time, the predecessor can go to Yihonglou to recite poems and fight against each other, and talk about the wind and the moon.

Just yesterday, when the predecessor was about to chat with the oiran, suddenly his waist became sore and he passed out.

"Master, please don't go to Yihong Building again, the water is deep there, you are weak, you can't handle it!" Uncle Fu pleaded.

"Forbe, don't worry, I won't go again."

Chu He promised again and again, he really didn't dare to go, because that place was not serious!

In the last scene seen by the predecessor, there was a furry fox tail behind the oiran! That tail is not a cosplay, but a real tail!

This world is not peaceful, monsters coexist, and demons and monsters run rampant in the world.

The human race also has self-protection methods, some practice martial arts, some practice Taoism, and some practice Buddhism, but the most respected by the world is Confucianism.

Confucianism has nine grades and three realms. The three realms are Confucian students, talented scholars, and great Confucians, and each realm is divided into three small realms.

Confucian scholars have the ability to pursue education, read extensively, and master the classics; talented scholars have the ability to learn richness, be a teacher, and be famous;

Even among Confucian scholars who are in the nine-rank state of study, they have the ability to add literary spirit and kill demons and demons.

It's a pity that his father, Chu Yun Fugui, was in the realm of a fifth-rank teacher, but his predecessor was ignorant and incapable of learning.

"Living in a world where monsters coexist but don't think about making progress, my father was imprisoned in the sky prison and still wanted to go whoring. No wonder he was sucked dry by the fox and died."

Chu He couldn't help shaking his head, but at the same time firmly believed that he must become a Confucianism cultivator, otherwise he would never know if he would be killed by a monster someday.

Although he was an old bookworm in his previous life, the nine-year obligation also allowed him to memorize Tang poetry and Song Ci that is not available in this world. With accumulation, now he needs a cashing channel.

"Uncle Fu, do you know anyone from the bookstore?" Chu He asked.

Uncle Fu was stunned for a moment, the young master actually asked about the bookstore, did the young master wake up? Going to the bookstore to buy books?

He said happily: "Young master, although the master has entered the sky prison, his collection of books is still in the mansion, far more than the books in the bookstore."

Chu He shook his head: "It's too slow to improve one's literary spirit through reading. I want to publish a collection of poems."

There are two ways to improve one's literary spirit. The first is to accumulate gradually through reading. Generally, before the age of fifty, one is expected to become a talented scholar, except of course with the guidance of a great Confucianist.

The second is to write poems and books. Books are sold in major bookstores. As long as there are scholars who sincerely copy and read them, they can provide writers with literary spirit. Most of today's great Confucianists have books for sale.

Hearing that Chu He was going to write a book, Uncle Fu showed a look of astonishment, and said in surprise: "It's over, is it that the young master's brain is broken? How should I explain to my wife!"

Chu He couldn't help being speechless when he heard this, and said, "Uncle Fu, I'm fine with my brain, you should go and ask, if you don't ask, I'll go to Yihonglou."

"I'll ask this old slave, young master, please don't go to Yihong Building again!"

Hearing that Chu He was going to Yihonglou again, Uncle Fu was so frightened that he repeatedly agreed.

After Uncle Fu left, several pretty maids waited for Chu He to wash and change his clothes.

Chu He's heart itched when he called the young master, and he couldn't help cursing inwardly: "This is a depraved feudal society!"

Dinner was still eight dishes and one soup. After the meal, Chu He went to the study at home and looked through the classics of this world.

In many books, there are annotations by the father Chu Yunfu.

The handwriting of the fifth-rank master is indeed unusual, and Chu He can clearly feel that his literary spirit is slowly growing.

But this growth rate is too slow, and it doesn't take a year or so to improve to the ninth rank.

Until late at night, Uncle Fu didn't come back. Chu He put down the book in his hand and stretched, ready to go back to sleep.

But at this moment, the lights in the study suddenly went out, the windows rattled, and the chilly wind pierced the bones. It was obvious that evil spirits were at work.

Chu He's body froze immediately, because a frail and boneless hand rested on his shoulder, which was bitingly cold.

It's over! It can't be so unlucky, you have to get a box lunch on the first day of time travel?

You can't just sit and wait, there must be a way!

With a flash of inspiration, Chu He recited poems to kill evil spirits! When the Great Confucianism can spit out golden lotus to suppress and kill ghost kings, then he should be able to do the same.

His head was spinning quickly, and a line of poetry blurted out: "Kill one person in ten steps, and you will not stay behind for a thousand miles!"

But as soon as the words were finished, the fragrance of books spread instantly, and the literary energy condensed into a three-foot green blade in Chu He's hands.

With the blessing of his literary spirit, he appeared three feet away in one step, and he also saw clearly the appearance of the ghost behind him by the moonlight.

She is a female ghost in white with a ferocious face but a drool-worthy figure.

"You beast, die!"

Chu He stabbed at the female ghost in white with a sword, but the female ghost showed a ferocious smile, and her ghostly aura condensed into fingers and claws to grab her.

clang clang!

Accompanied by a crisp sound, Qing Feng shattered, only dissipating a little ghost energy.

The fingers and claws left five bloodstains on Chu He's chest, and he staggered back, hitting the bookshelf behind him.

The female ghost licked the blood from her fingertips, and giggled: "I never thought that Mr. Xiao Lang could make such a good sentence, but it's a pity that you are not even a ninth-rank student, so how could you hurt my concubine?"

Seeing the female ghost approaching step by step, Chu He was extremely flustered. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the pen holder in his hand, which contained the brushes his father often used.

"Go to your uncle's concubine, let me die!"

Chu He saw the timing, grabbed the pen container and urged Wen Qi to throw it out.

One by one, the brushes pierced through the air, and the body of the brushes glowed with divine light, like peerless swords.

The female ghost was unprepared, and hurriedly waved her sleeves to resist, the sound of "嗤啦" continued, and the female ghost let out a shrill cry.

"Boy, I will definitely come back to take revenge!"

The female ghost wailed and disappeared into the night sky as a plume of black smoke.

Chu He sat slumped on the ground, panting heavily, and his legs were shaking.

"It's dangerous, I must become a Confucianism cultivator as soon as possible, otherwise I'm afraid I won't survive three days."