Into Xuancheng Xianxian, From Not Being A Son-In-Law

The illusion fades away.

The town turned back into a bamboo forest, and white mist rose again.

But not a wisp of white mist exuding a faint golden light penetrated Chen Xianhu's body, which meant that his actions in the illusion were not approved by Xiushen Lin.

In other words, it does not conform to Confucian ideals.

This is not surprising.

When he saw the young master, Chen Xianhu had a strong intuition in his heart. If he killed him just like that, it would indeed be as he said. The country would collapse, the country would wither, and countless people would die as a result.

But Chen Xianhu still killed him.

Even if he is not a Confucian scholar.

But we also know that Confucian kings, ministers, fathers, sons, and sons should put the community first.

What's more, he is a minister.

It's just that if he were to do this in reality, he would be blocked everywhere, even at home, but in this illusion, no one can stop him.

Why not?

Just for the mere opportunity in the cultivation forest?

Chen Xianhu didn't care and continued walking in the mist-filled Self-cultivation Forest. He didn't bother to think about whether he would walk out of the bamboo forest without finding anything or face the next illusion test...

In the heavy rain, Zhuge Tai saw a man yelling at a sedan chair. He listened for a while and found out that the two people were close friends and worked as officials in the Yamen. Because of his achievements, he was promoted and made rich before he sat on the sedan chair...

Xiong Hu met a family who was having a funeral. However, the funeral had not yet been completed and the coffin had not yet been buried. The three sons of the deceased were in a quarrel because the deceased left four land deeds. But what happened to the three of them? Some people are dissatisfied...

In a prosperous city, Ye Yikui met a young country woman with plain appearance and asked for directions to find her husband who was taking the imperial examination.

He took the village women to inquire around and learned that today was the day when the results were released.

So they went to the place where the list was posted and witnessed the son-in-law being captured under the list. The captured son-in-law was the husband of the village woman. The richly dressed man, followed by a group of servants, was holding his hand and greeting him. Soon I asked him if he was getting married...

The illusion fades away.

A wisp of mist emitting a faint golden light merged into Yuan Zhen's body.

Yuan Zhen held the pen holder used by Saint in his hand. Although he could not move freely through the white mist, he successfully found a slightly vague direction by relying on the subtle feeling between Saint's pen holder and Saint's pen.

that's enough.

Yuan Zhen moved forward along the direction sensed by the pen rest.

Naturally, he will experience the illusion test created by Xiu Shen Lin on the way, but he can win the first place in the autumn examination with his policy theory of "not killing". Although the inner concept is derived from Buddhist sutras, writing the policy theory is more than just an idea. That's it.

How to write an article like policy analysis.

What kind of writing, what kind of writing style.

All are very particular.

Yuan Zhen is the reincarnation of an eminent monk.

But in this life, before he enlightened the Spiritual Sense in his previous life, he was a scholar who had achieved some fame in Hanwu Country.

At that time, Yuan Zhen was like other scholars. No matter where he was, he could not help but yearn for the Youlu Academy located within the territory of the Dayan Dynasty, hoping to become a disciple of the academy and study the knowledge left by Saint.

Nowadays, the world has changed greatly.

Yuan Zhen didn’t know if participating in the autumn examination of Youlu Academy like this could make up for some of his past wishes. However, after awakening the Spiritual Sense in his previous life, although the Confucian knowledge he studied in this life has been abandoned, it has not been forgotten. .

It was precisely for this reason that Master Qinghui took him to Youlu Academy.

Otherwise, if it were another Buddhist disciple, no matter how profound his Buddhist knowledge was, he would not be able to perform well in the academy's autumn examination, which tests Confucian knowledge, and would not be qualified to enter the Cultivation Forest, and all his plans would be in vain.

Yuan Zhen, who was once a Confucian scholar, naturally knew how to demonstrate Confucianism and be recognized by Xiu Shen Lin.

So Yuan Zhen got so close to Saint Pen all the way.

I went through several illusions.

Received many approvals.

The feeling of the Saint pen rest has become more and more clear and obvious.

It's close.

Yuan Zhen walked forward and suddenly saw a stone table in the bamboo forest filled with white mist.

There is a pen resting quietly on the stone table.

The texture of this pen is average.

The pen holder is made of moso bamboo, and the nib is made of chicken feathers.

The only special thing is probably that this pen, like the Saint pen rest in Yuanzhen's hand, reveals an old atmosphere everywhere, and you can see the traces left after the ruthless erosion of time.

Yuan Zhen walked towards the stone table cautiously.

Step by step.

When he came to the stone tabletop, he waited carefully for a while, and saw that there were no abnormal phenomena in the forest of self-cultivation.

Only then did Yuan Zhen reach out his hand.

After touching the pen on the stone table, there was still no disturbance.

He took the pen in his hand.

The bamboo forest is still the bamboo forest, and the white mist is still the white mist.

Still calm.

Yuan Zhen looked at the pen that had fallen into his hand, showing some astonishment.

Taking away the Saint's thing, I thought that something would happen in this self-cultivation forest.

It was silent.

It went quite unexpectedly.

Yuanzhen took the pen, but the white mist in the self-cultivation forest has not dissipated, and soon entered the next illusion.

This time it was still a bamboo forest, but without the white mist.

Each bamboo is densely engraved with four characters.

Investigate knowledge.

Yuan was really at a loss.

Actually is not understanding what kind of Confucian test this bamboo forest corresponds to, but it is reasonable to say that a person can only get one chance in the cultivation forest, and he has already got the biggest chance in this bamboo forest.

Got this pen left by the Confucian Saint.

Why continue to go through the test of illusion?

Could it be that on the road ahead, is there any opportunity waiting for him?

...

"Brother Xiao Xu, Brother Xiao Xu——"

Xu Nian walked in the white mist of the self-cultivation forest.

I just faded away from an environment and got a ray of golden mist. The next illusion test has not yet come.

Suddenly, he heard someone calling himself in the white mist.

Xu Nian stood still.

After a while, Daoist was seen in the white mist.

Green shirt, sword, wine Calabash.

This is Jian Kui in the eyes of the world, and that smiling face is also Jian Kui's own face.

The bandit leader pretending to be the sword leader?

How could he be in this self-cultivation forest?

Xu Nian frowned slightly, a little unsure if this person was really the Bandit Chief pretending to be the Sword Chief.

It doesn't matter if it's a phantom in the self-cultivation forest, but the last one who can travel through the white mist is Qian Zilu, and he has no way of knowing whether there is something wrong with Qian Zilu, a student of Deer Academy, or someone with evil intentions Someone pretended to be Qian Zilu.

If it is the latter.

If she could impersonate Qian Zilu, she could also impersonate someone else.

"Brother Xu, why didn't you speak when you saw me?"

Xu Nian pondered for a while, and said, "I met a person before, whose identity was doubtful and who could travel through the white mist."

The knight in green shirt's smile froze for a moment.

After slowly melting away, the expression became much more complicated.