I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

At this time Chu He also reacted.

It turned out that Shangguan Xiaoxiao thought that there was a great Confucian standing behind him.

However, if Li Taibai, Su Dongpo and others were born in this world, they would definitely not be limited to great Confucianism.

In this way, there are indeed great Confucians behind me, and they are a group of great Confucians.

But these great Confucians are from another world, and they can't stand up and take care of themselves.

If she really admits that there is a great Confucian behind her, the little girl Shangguan Xiaoxiao will inevitably reveal her truth if she presses her.

If it is said that there are no great Confucian scholars, this little girl probably won't believe it. After all, the poem pairing before is indeed not something that ordinary people can write.

Just when Chu He was hesitating, Shangguan Xiaoxiao seemed to understand something.

With a smile on her face, she said with a slight smile: "Master Chu, if it's inconvenient, you don't have to answer. Xiaoxiao knows that some great Confucians act differently from ordinary people and are indifferent to fame and wealth. I think Mr. Chu's teacher is also such an expert."

Wonderful! Before I could think of a reason, this little girl was arranged.

Chu He immediately revealed an apologetic look: "The little girl rescued me, but I can't answer a small question, I feel really sorry!"

Shangguan rolled his eyes slightly, and said with a light smile: "Mr. Chu, if you are really sorry, you can give Xiaoxiao a poem. If you can get a poem from a disciple of Confucianism, this trip is worthwhile for Xiaoxiao."

Chu He was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that this little girl would really climb up the ladder, and even asked himself to write a poem for her!

Seeing Chu He's dumbfounded look, Shangguan Xiaoxiao couldn't help laughing, "You owe this poem first, and it won't be too late to send it when Mr. Chu gets interested."

After finishing speaking, Shangguan Xiaoxiao turned around and stepped on the eaves, the light gauze was flying, and the lingering fragrance was still lingering.

After a while, Chu He touched his nose and murmured, "What does this little girl mean?"

He looked around and saw that the streets were empty, which made him shiver.

"Let's go back first, if we encounter any ghost again, it's over."

Chu He whipped and urged the horse, and hurried back home.

In the Chu family, Yuling, the little maid, had already cooked hot soup. After Chu Hemeimei took a hot bath, she lay comfortably on the bed.

After getting rid of the female ghost, I was finally able to sleep comfortably.

Just after Chu He killed the female ghost in white.

In Hutou Mountain, a hundred miles away from Pingyang City, a huge tiger suddenly opened its eyes.

It glared, eyes full of anger.

"Xiaoqian has lost her soul. Could it be that there is an expert protecting that kid?"

The ghost mist filled the tiger's head above the king character, and it turned into a white-clothed ghost to manifest into the void.

The ghostly aura on this ghost is three points stronger than that of the white-clothed female ghost.

"Wang Wu, you go to Pingyang City, cooperate with Bai Meier to kill that kid, and then bring his head back!"

"Subordinates obey!"

Wang Wu floated in the air, bowed respectfully to the tiger, and set off a gust of wind to fly towards Pingyang City.

The fierce tiger watched Wang Wu disappear into the night sky, killing intent flickered in his huge pupils.

After cultivating for a hundred years, it has only cultivated five ghosts of the seventh-rank Wandering Soul Realm, and it doesn't want to lose one just to kill a dude.

If it wasn't for its imminent breakthrough, it would definitely go to Pingyang City to take the boy's head.

But now, Bai Meier can only make one more shot.

A little demon at the peak of the seventh rank and a wandering soul at the peak of the seventh rank, it will definitely make it difficult for that kid to fly!

At dawn the next day, Chu He stretched out and walked out of the room.

This was the first time he had a good night's sleep after he came to this world, and it felt really good when he woke up until dawn.

However, as soon as he walked out of the room, he found that the atmosphere was not quite right.

Including Uncle Fu, more than a dozen members of the Chu family were staring at him in his small courtyard.

"Fu Bo, Yu Ling, what are you all staring at me for?"

Chu He looked suspicious, he touched his face, did he become handsome again?

"Master, did you go to the Golden Autumn Talented Scholars Association last night?" Fu Bo asked.

Chu He nodded, what would be strange if he went to the Golden Autumn Talents, as long as he was still in Pingyang City in previous years, when did Chu He not go?

"Last night, Liu Rufeng, the number one talented person in Pingyang City, went to the Douwentai, and you also took the leader?" Uncle Fu asked again.

Chu He nodded again, there's nothing wrong with it, isn't that to promote the new book?

Seeing Chu He nod his head, a dozen or so members of the Chu family immediately became excited.

Especially Uncle Fu, his old face flushed with excitement, his hands trembling.

"The young master is promising! The young master has become the leader of the Golden Autumn Talented Scholars Association!"

Yu Ling's pretty face was also flushed with excitement: "The young master is really amazing. Not only can he write books, but he can also write poems and compose music!"

When they got up in the morning, they could hear the whole city outside talking about what happened to the Jinqiu talent meeting last night.

Chu He's pairing last night, the poems and songs written by Chu He have spread throughout the entire Pingyang City by now.

They didn't believe it at first, after all, the only thing the young master is good at is going to Yihonglou, but they didn't expect all this to be true!

The eldest young master of their family who almost died in Yihonglou actually became the leader of the Golden Autumn Talented Scholars Association!

Seeing this situation, Chu He also understood that the news of last night must have spread.

However, he was still more concerned about the promotion of the new book, so he hurriedly asked, "Uncle Fu, it's just the news that I won the top spot, is there nothing else?"

Uncle Fu smiled from ear to ear, and replied: "Of course there are other things!"

Chu He's eyes lit up, did the promotion work?

However, when he heard Fu Bo's next words, his face immediately pulled down.

"They also said, young master, that your lyrics and music have attracted visions of literature and Taoism, and the piano and zither have produced smoke. You will surely enter the realm of Confucianism and Taoism talents in the future!"

"The master is only a fifth-grade teacher of the gifted scholar, maybe your achievements will be higher than the master!"

Seeing Forbe's excited face, Chu He's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He could feel the gathering of wisps of literary energy, but his verses were not qualified to be printed, and he didn't know how long they could be passed on before they disappeared.

So if you want to continuously and quickly improve your cultivation, you must publish a book! It will be a hit!

"Uncle Fu, that's all the news? No one mentioned my book?" Chu He still didn't give up and asked.

Uncle Fu shook his head, and said: "Not really, but Liu Rufeng seems to be publishing a book tomorrow, and those young masters are talking about it, and it almost overwhelms you, young master."

After hearing this, Chu He immediately understood.

Many of the people who participated in the Golden Autumn Talent Meeting last night were Liu Rufeng's dogs, and the rest would not offend Liu Rufeng.

So last night Liu Rufeng finally yelled those three sentences and they tacitly chose to forget them.

"Thousands of calculations have been made, and this point has been ignored!"

Chu gritted his teeth angrily, last night's efforts must not be in vain.

"What a liu rufeng! You are thick-skinned enough to deliberately publish a book on the same day as me. If that's the case, then don't blame the lack of books!"

"Uncle Fu prepares the horse, I'm going to Wang's house!"

In terms of the speed of spreading news, who can compare to the richest man in Pingyang City, the Wang family!