Nightwatcher

"Duh!"

In the small courtyard, Xu Qi'an stood on the eaves, casually throwing a prismatic hidden weapon, he didn't aim at it seriously at all.

But it precisely hit the red heart on the stake twenty steps away.

This is not because Xu Qi'an's skill in throwing hidden weapons is so good, but because he is lucky.

"There is definitely something wrong with my body," Xu Qi'an whispered to himself.

He was very lucky, for one month in a row, he picked up a total of one or two taels of silver, equivalent to half a month's salary.

This money is enough for an ordinary family of three to live frugally for three months.

The weirdest thing is that every time I pick up a penny, this is beyond luck.

No need to ask Yuan Fang, she knew that this matter was weird.

"System Dad? Come out, don't play hide and seek with me." Xu Qi'an tentatively asked.

The system ignored him.

For the past month, he has made countless attempts to wake the system.

The facts told him that there was no system at all.

How to explain that strange luck?

Unexpectedly, a non-chief like me, who never won a lottery when I bought a lottery ticket for five yuan since I was a child, could one day evolve into a European emperor. But Ou Huang's lifespan is extremely short, Xu Qi'an smiled wryly at himself.

One thing is for sure, the original owner did not have amazing luck at all. If he had it, my aunt would not despise him, and would enshrine him like an ancestor.

The whole family stopped fighting and relied on him to pick up money to live.

"This kind of gift from an unknown source makes people feel flustered and uneasy." Xu Qi'an's eyes were fixed, and he sighed, "I can only take one step at a time."

Today, when he was resting, Xu Qi'an jumped over the one-foot-high wall and went to his second uncle's house to have breakfast.

The small courtyard where he lived was originally the residence of an old butler of the Xu family, and it was separated from the big house by a wall.

Later, the old housekeeper passed away, and the small courtyard was idle until Xu Qi'an had a falling out with his aunt and moved here in anger.

The original owner has a bad temper, and cooks three meals by himself on weekdays, and the second uncle occasionally comes over the wall with wine and vegetables to find his nephew for a drink or two.

Now Xu Qi'an doesn't need to pay for the original owner's obsession, if he cooks breakfast by himself, he won't be able to get out of bed. What a waste of money to eat out.

Isn't Goulan listening to the music? The main reason is that you can see the girls in tulle skirts shaking their buttocks.

inner hall.

The aunt wearing a dark red wide-sleeved dress saw Xu Qi'an coming in, curled her lips, and lowered her head to drink the porridge.

My aunt is not the daughter of a rich family, but my father is a scholar, barely considered a scholarly family, my aunt has been influenced by my ears and eyes, and is quite reasonable. I have just accepted the kindness of my unlucky nephew, and I can't hide my face. It is really sweet for this "Don't bully the young and poor" now nephew, she turned a blind eye.

Xiao Douding stood in front of a round stool, on which was her breakfast, three meat buns, two deep-fried sticks, a stack of side dishes, and a large plate of white porridge.

"Brother," she called vaguely.

"Why haven't you seen farewell?" Xu Qi'an asked.

Resigning from the old is the word for Xu New Year, and the word is a supplement to the name.

"Write poetry in a room," Xu Pingzhi said.

Xu Qi'an sat down, Lu'e brought a bowl of porridge, six meat buns, a pile of radish with vinegar, and a bowl of tofu nao.

A martial artist in the refining realm has a much larger appetite than ordinary people.

But when it came to uncle's qi training environment, his appetite was not much different from that of ordinary people.

Can only be half full Xu Qi'an glanced at Xiao Douding, and said with a pleasant expression, "Lingyin, can I share a meat bun with elder brother?"

Everyone glanced at him, the youngest girl in the family didn't care about anything, all she cared about was a mouthful of food, and she would fight desperately with anyone who snatched food from her bowl.

"No!" Little Douding really opened his arms, protecting the food like a little hen protecting its cubs.

"Don't worry, big brother won't let you suffer." Xu Qi'an picked up a meat bun, put it on her plate, pointed to four meat buns and said:

"Should we all share these four meat buns?"

Xu Lingyin pecked at her brain.

"Shouldn't it be divided equally?"

Xu Lingyin tilted her head, thought for a while, and then nodded.

"You two steamed stuffed buns, big brother two steamed stuffed buns, and then, big brother will give you half a deep-fried dough stick. Did you make money?"

"Yeah." Xu Lingyin was brought into the rhythm, feeling that he had made a lot of money, and smiled happily.

Xu Lingyue: ""

Xu Pingzhi glanced at his nephew: (_)

The aunt said angrily: "How could I give birth to such a stupid girl like you, I am so mad!"

Xiao Douding felt very wronged, why did mother scold her even though she had earned half a fried dough stick.

At this time, Xu Xinian came in, muttering words, his eyes were out of focus, and he sat down to eat and think at the same time.

The aunt let out a sigh of relief, ignored the stupid young girl, and cared about the promising son:

"Nian'er, what kind of poems should you do? People have their strengths and their weaknesses. Don't pay attention to outsiders' gossip."

Xu Xinian is good at policy theory, but poetry is weak.

"Farewell, when will you be able to break through and enlighten to the eighth level of cultivation?" Xu Qi'an asked suddenly.

Xu New Year followed the Confucian way of practice. Yunlu Academy was founded by the disciples of Confucian sages, with a history of 1,200 years ago.

It is a sacred place that scholars all over the world dream of.

The transcendent status of Yunlu Academy is not only that the founder of the school is a disciple of a sage, but the most important point is that it is the only remaining academy that can practice Confucianism and Taoism.

The ninth grade of Confucianism: enlightenment.

Enlightenment can only increase memory, see ten lines at a glance, and strengthen learning ability, but it is still the five scum of war.

"I don't have a clue for the time being, the teacher said to realize it by myself." Xu Xinian shook his head regretfully.

"You can refer to the enlightenment state." Xu Qi'an said: "How is the enlightenment state achieved?"

Xu Nian recalled: "If you memorize the classics of the sages upside down and turn them into your own use, you will be enlightened."

It takes a lot of time to memorize the former, and the latter depends on a certain understanding. Xu Qi'an nodded thoughtfully.

This is the same as the refinement state of the Wufu system, which involves years of hardening one's energy and blood and tempering one's body.

"If you want to cultivate your body, don't you also need to exercise your body?" Xu Qi'an asked.

Xu Nian thought for a while, and said: "A Confucian scholar in the state of self-cultivation has no fear in his heart, and his words and deeds can be convincing and inspire fighting spirit. I try to deduce the method of practice from the ability reflected in the state of self-cultivation."

"Did it work?"

Xu Xinnian pretended not to hear, turned to his mother and said, "An elder in the academy has left his official position and went to Qingzhou. The journey is far away. The students of the academy will see him off tomorrow and present him with poems."

Speaking of this, Xu Nian said in distress: "I haven't written the farewell poem yet."

Xu Lingyue said softly, "Second brother has no talent for poetry."

The aunt glared at her, and said displeasedly: "Your second brother is very talented, and the way of poetry was just ignored before."

Xu Pingzhi scratched his head: "Just write a few sentences, I think the poem you blurted out that day is very bold."

"Kukuku" Xu Qi'an laughed out loud.

The corner of Xu Xinian's mouth twitched, and he changed the topic stiffly: "The elder is a famous Confucian who is very good at poetry. Those who saw him off were all poetic students. In addition to admiration for the elder, they also made friends. The idea of ​​a network."

"If it can be appreciated by that senior, it will benefit a lot."

Okay, finally thinking about making connections.

Xu Xinnian is arrogant and always talks about 'friendship between gentlemen is as light as water' and 'gentlemen are friends but not party'.

After going through this crisis, he finally realized the benefits of the PY deal.

As the eldest brother, Xu Qi'an was very pleased.

It should be a big shot to make Erlang, who is not good at poetry, work hard to make friends. Auntie was anxious: "What should I do?"

Xu Xinnian said helplessly: "Mother, articles are born by nature, and you can get them by chance. The same is true for poems."

After finishing speaking, he said with emotion: "If I could make friends with this senior in the literary world, I might be able to save you from the prison, so that you won't have nowhere to ask for help."

My aunt suddenly frowns, she cares more about her son's future than anyone else.

A real great Confucianist has a strong character, and giving money or gifts will not work, you must do what you like, so that people think you are worthy of friendship and look up to you.

Xu Pingzhi frowned, "Your grandfather is like you, he only knows how to write articles and has no poetic talent."

Unconvinced, my aunt raised her pretty eyebrows: "What do you mean? Is it my father's fault?"

"It's all thanks to my Li family that I was admitted to Juren in the new year, because he followed me. Look at Lingyin, he just followed you, and he hasn't been enlightened yet."

Xu Xinnian and Xu Lingyue followed their mother in appearance, and their good looks made people jealous. Xu Lingyin, the little bean, has the same facial features as his father, so besides being cute, he also looks naive.

Uncle Xu was speechless.

Xu Qi'an refused to accept: "Auntie, what you said is wrong, according to what you mean, are you saying that my Xu family genes are stupid?"

My aunt didn't understand what a gene was, so she sneered: "If you had studied materials back then, you wouldn't have learned martial arts."

With Xu Erlang's stinky temper always thinking of taking the initiative to py, the status of the senior of the academy should not be low. Erlang's connections are my connections, and my connections are still my connections, so I have to help him. Xu Qi'an's thoughts flickered, thinking about the masterpieces that could be used as farewell poems in previous lives.

Although I don't intend to become a scholar, why not do the rational use of resources in exchange for benefits.

Soon, he had an idea in his mind and locked on a poem.

Xu Qi'an took a hard bite of the meat bun: "Writing poetry, right? Let my aunt know today that everyone in my Xu family is talented."

What he has to consider now is whether this poem is too good. You know, all the poems that can be written into textbooks are handed down from generation to generation.

PS: This chapter is almost 3,000 words long, which shows that I am not short.

The last chapter is actually not watery. I took a lot of brains to write it. Writing daily life in the form of a diary is an attempt of mine. It not only satisfies the daily preferences of some readers, but also does not delay the plot. You can also bury some foreshadowing.