I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Early the next morning, Yu Ling opened her eyes.

She wanted to get away and sneak back, but Chu He's arms stopped her like pincers.

Noticing where Chu He put his hand, she couldn't help but blush.

It's really annoying that the young master is not serious when he is asleep.

She touched Chu He's arm with her small hand, trying to move it away with light force.

However, as soon as it was opened a little, Chu He smacked his lips suddenly, which frightened her so much that she dared not move.

When she regained her senses, the hand was put back to its original place.

She pouted involuntarily in anger.

But afraid of waking Chu He up, he was found, and moved Chu He's arm lightly.

However, Chu He mumbled something in his sleep, and put his hand back.

The upright Yu Ling clenched her fists tightly, her silver teeth creaking.

She even wanted to bite the rascal's arm.

But fortunately, this time the arm was removed smoothly.

After her feet touched the ground, the little girl gently opened the door, and walked back to her room in a hurry.

As soon as Yu Ling left, the snoring in the bedroom stopped immediately.

Chu He opened his eyes with a smile on his lips.

In fact, he had woken up a long time ago, and he could clearly see every move of this little girl.

It's quite interesting to tease this little girl, if he didn't see this little girl get angry immediately, he would plan to tease her again.

He stretched, stretched his body and sat up.

Uncle Fu is still awake, so he has no way to ask about Confucianism Cultivator for the time being.

Chu He simply washed up, went into the study and continued to work on the manuscript.

At the very least, book spirits are also a means of fighting against the enemy. If the entire book of "Water Margin" can be written earlier, a few more book spirits can be cultivated.

Most of the Water Margins are mortal, even if the magic book spirit is not particularly strong.

But he couldn't stand the large number of people, and each had their own proficiency, at least before stepping into the three realms of wits, it would be of great help to his strength improvement.

Lin Chong and other book spirits were still cultivating in Wenquan, so they escaped a catastrophe.

After writing for more than an hour, the servants of the Chu family woke up one after another, and the courtyard became lively again.

It's the people outside who are cleaning up the traces left by last night's battle, and there are still some fox corpses that need to be dealt with.

Chu He rubbed his sore wrist, it took so long to write two or three times, it seems that he still needs to find someone to write for him!

As soon as he walked out of the study door, he saw Fu Bo come out rubbing his head.

Surprisingly, after one night, Forbe's gray hair returned to its original appearance.

"Hiss! I don't know what's going on, but why does this old man's head hurt so much? Could it be that he used the secret method last night and consumed too much?"

Fu Bo frowned, only feeling dizzy, and his temples were swollen and painful.

He looked up and saw Chu He, and couldn't help showing surprise.

"Master, why did you get up so early today?"

Chu He chuckled: "I'm not worried about your old man's health!"

Uncle Fu showed a look of relief, the young master has really changed recently, the previous young master never said such caring words.

"By the way, Uncle Fu, I want to ask you something." Chu He said.

Uncle Fu laughed and said, "Master, if you have anything to say, just ask, and this old servant will know everything."

"Uncle Fu, in the battle last night, I discovered that martial arts, Taoism, and Buddhism all have many offensive methods. Why do I have no means when I am an eighth-rank Confucianist?"

Chu He expressed his doubts. Last night, his only method was to wrap the spear with literary energy, and use literary energy to defeat the enemy.

But this kind of method is good against ordinary little demon wandering souls, but it will be useless when encountering hard stubble.

Uncle Fu was stunned, and said with a light smile: "So the young master is asking this, but it's more complicated to talk about, young master, let's sit down and talk about it."

The two sat down on the stone pier in the courtyard, and Fu Bo began to tell Chu He what was said.

"Young master, Confucianism, Taoism, martial arts, Buddhism and Buddhism are different. These three ways have their own specific methods of cultivation, which can also be called supernatural powers."

"Similar to the various martial arts supernatural powers of warriors, such as open stele hands, Fengshen legs, Liuyun sword; Taoist cultivators have talismans, thunder in palms, and even universe in their sleeves; Buddhist cultivators also have great compassion mantras, big golden wheel handprints, and golden body of arhats."

"But Confucianism Cultivators are different. Confucianism Cultivators' supernatural powers need to be comprehended by themselves. It is similar to night vision with bright eyes, talking about wars on paper, and talking about Tianxian..."

Fu Bo spoke in detail, and Chu He nodded repeatedly after listening.

He has also comprehended one of Confucianism cultivator's supernatural powers, which is night vision, but this should be said to be an auxiliary supernatural power.

As for talking about military affairs on paper and talking about the constitution of heaven, those are the means only of talented scholars and even great Confucians, and they are not within his reach now.

"The cultivation of Confucianism lies in self-cultivation and self-cultivation, and to suppress evil spirits with great righteousness. Therefore, there are very few offensive methods in the three realms of Confucian scholars, which are much weaker than the other three realms."

After hearing this, Chu He couldn't help asking: "Uncle Fu, so Confucianism is not as good as the other three ways?"

Fu Bo shook his head: "You can't say that. If Confucianism is really weak, why are Confucianism and Taoism prevailing now? Why did the Daqian Dynasty establish the country with Confucianism and Taoism?"

"Didn't you say that Confucianism cultivators have few methods?" Chu He looked puzzled.

Uncle Fu said sternly: "Confucianism cultivators pay more attention to accumulation, thick accumulation and thin growth. The more you accumulate in the three realms of Confucian scholars, the stronger you will be later."

"Similar to talking about war on paper, many Confucianism cultivators can comprehend this great supernatural power in the fourth-rank famous realm."

"However, when used by different people, the power is completely different. It is not bad to use this method in an ordinary world, and it is good to gather thousands of soldiers, but if it is performed by a great scholar, one person can be compared to thousands of troops!"

There was a sparkle in his eyes, and there was a little more reverence.

"When the old slave was practicing in Tiandaozong, he once saw a first-rank Confucian who ruled the country using the method of talking about war on paper."

"Gathering culture, every armored soldier is comparable to ordinary Confucianism, and several generals are comparable to first-rank realm! One person can suppress a country!"

Chu He was stunned. He can gather several generals who are comparable to the first-rank realm. Doesn't that mean that a top-level Confucian is equal to several other practitioners of the same realm?

But he thought about it again, no matter how powerful he is in the future, he will not be able to solve the current problem. He needs to have a means of self-protection.

"Uncle Fu, can't Confucianism cultivators be weaker than practitioners of other Taoisms in the early stage?" He asked.

Uncle Fu smiled and said, "Master, of course not, Confucianism cultivators can be very strong in the early stage."

"It's like the young master recited the battle poem last night, and the power of a sword burst out comparable to that of the sixth-rank realm."

Chu He couldn't help smiling wryly: "Fu Bo, that sword took away my energy, so I can't just lay down and get beaten after one sword strike?"

"Hahaha." Uncle Fu couldn't help laughing, "Young master, how can you do that? Confucianism cultivators are particular about poetic and literary spirit. What you write are all miscellaneous books, which are full of literary spirit, but they lack the most important thing. Things, poetic!"

"Poetry?" Chu He was a little confused when he heard it this time.

"Confucianism cultivators can condense the spirit of poetry and books into their own means, and use the means in poetry to suppress the enemy."

"Back in the Dayun Dynasty, there was a martial artist known as the Emperor of Swords. He came to the Daqian Dynasty to challenge many masters, and none of them was his opponent."

"But such a sword emperor was directly suppressed by a great Confucianist under the supernatural power with a song "Order of a Thousand Mountains"."

"As soon as the "Order of a Thousand Mountains" came out, he directly commanded the mountains, and thousands of mountain peaks flew up into the sky. The sword emperor only chopped up two or three peaks before exhausting his energy, and was finally suppressed."

Forbe had a serious expression on his face, and he spoke in great detail, as if he had seen this scene with his own eyes.

Chu He also clicked his tongue when he heard it. No wonder the poems are Confucianism and Daoism, and the rest of the books are regarded as miscellaneous books. This is the reason.

In that case, don't I have to publish a collection of poems to condense the spirit of poetry and writing?

It's just that my father hasn't been able to reverse the case yet, and it's okay for me to mix in the book circle. If I step into the poetry circle, I don't know how many people will take the opportunity to attack me.

This matter is a bit difficult to handle!