Nightwatcher

"Good poetry, Ning Yan really has a peerless poetic talent." Li Mubai clapped his hands vigorously with a "slap".

He looked extremely excited, not only the surprise of scholars when they saw a good poem, but also the anticipation of how college students would react after seeing this poem.

Zhang Shen didn't comment, looking at Xu Qi'an's gaze, he became more and more appreciative and complacent, as if the other party was really a student brought out by him.

"The text is simple, but it has a profound meaning. The lights are on at three o'clock and the chicken is on five o'clock. It's when a man is studying. Do you remember the days when we were studying in college when we were young?"

Chen Tai savored this exhortation poem, only felt that it was penetrating and had a long aftertaste.

Zhang Shen was stunned, recalled the scene of studying in the first half year, and said sadly:

"Isn't it about our time? When I was young, my family was poor, and I could only eat two steamed buns a day. I was often hungry in the middle of the night, and I forced myself to study hard by turning on the lamp."

Li Mubai said quietly: "This is the reason why you stole my chicken eggs every three days?"

Zhang Shen said in displeasure, "Scholar's business, how can it be called stealing. It's borrowing. Didn't I pay you back later?"

Li Mubai blew his beard and stared: "A chicken egg in poverty is worth a thousand taels of gold today."

Chen Tai let out a "cough", interrupted the quarrel between the two friends, and looked at Xu Xinnian: "Farewell to the old, after Chunwei, no matter what your ranking is, you are qualified to be an official. Have you considered the future?"

Cutting to the point suddenly, everyone felt a little uncomfortable. Zhang Shen and Li Mubai shut up and subconsciously planned for Xu Cijiu.

Chen Tai looked at the two great Confucians who hesitated to speak, and did not give them a chance to speak: "Generally speaking, staying in Beijing first and then releasing them abroad is the right way to promote in the officialdom. With some face, I can plan to stay in Beijing for you."

As a teacher, Zhang Shen immediately beamed and said, "It's so good, let's say goodbye to the old days, why don't you thank Brother Chen soon."

"No need, if you really want to repay, I do have an idea." Chen Tai laughed.

Listening to what their old friend said, Zhang Shen and Li Mubai felt that something was wrong.

No one said to repay you.

Chen Tai smiled and said: "Ning Yan, you are a piece of rough jade. If you want to become a talent, you still need to polish it. These two old men are very rough, you should switch to the old man's school."

"Get lost, shameless old thief." Li Mubai and Zhang Shen were furious.

Xu Qi'an seized the opportunity and immediately said: "You two gentlemen, Ning Yan does have some questions to ask."

Today, I came to Yunlu Academy for nothing.

"The younger generation has been stuck in the refinement realm for a long time. Because of his lack of meritorious service and poor family, he has never had the resources and opportunities to step into the Qi refinement realm." Xu Qi'an bowed at ninety degrees:

"Please help me open the gate of heaven, sir."

This is his second purpose for coming to the academy, although he can sell the magic weapon Song Qing gave him in exchange for the money to open the gate of heaven.

But that is not happy at all, Xu Qi'an is a person who pursues happiness.

Zhang Shen shook his head and laughed: "You are rushing to the doctor in a hurry. We are practicing Confucianism and Taoism. How can you open the gate of heaven for you? How martial arts qi circulates in the body and how to go through the meridians, this is something only you martial arts know."

The difference between the systems is bigger than I imagined. Xu Qi'an was a little disappointed, and asked unwillingly: "The junior doesn't understand, since opening the Tianmen needs the help of experts above the level of refinement, how did the first people open the Tianmen?"

"Do you think the road of martial arts was created by someone? Did it happen overnight?" Li Mubai asked him back before drinking his teacup.

Xu Qi'an shook his head, expressing that he didn't know.

"It was created by generations of people," Li Mubai said slowly, "Perhaps at the very beginning, the refinement realm was already at the peak, and someone coincidentally opened the Heavenly Gate, so the Qi refinement realm became the pinnacle of martial arts. It took years and years to form a complete martial arts system."

"Coincidence?" Xu Qi'an caught the key word.

"It's the safest and most convenient way to open the gate of heaven with the help of an expert in refining the gods, but it's not the only way." This time it was Chen Tai who took the topic and said with a smile:

"When a baby is born, it contains a burst of innate qi. As it grows older, the heavenly gate closes and the innate qi is stored in the body. If you want to regain control of this qi, you have to open the closed heavenly gate again."

Xu Qi'an nodded, human beings eat whole grains, which produce impurities, which block the gate of heaven, and also block the operation of the Qi machine.

The second uncle had taught him these theoretical knowledge before.

"There are many methods. Apart from the familiar method of opening the heavenly gate, there are two methods: 1. Breathing method."

"The breathing method needs to be practiced since childhood. Take a medicinal bath every day, cleanse the meridians, and penetrate the gate of heaven. After more than ten years, it costs countless money. This method has been eliminated."

"The second method is to use external force to open the gate of heaven, which is also the stupid method used by the original predecessors. For example, swallowing the demon pill.

"The demon pill is the condensed essence of the demon clan's Taoism, and it contains majestic energy. If you swallow the demon pill, the majestic power will forcibly open up the eight extraordinary meridians, but because it is uncontrollable, it is a way to escape death."

It turned out that even though he didn't get the prostitution for nothing, it was worth touching for nothing. Xu Qi'an said gratefully: "Thank you gentlemen for teaching."

Look, he is humble and polite, and he speaks nicely. The three great Confucian scholars stroked their beards with a smile, and were extremely satisfied with Xu Qi'an.

Located in the center of the academy is the Saint Academy, also known as the Saint Temple, where the first person who founded Confucianism and Taoism is enshrined.

Outside the Saint Academy Palace, the large flat paved with bluestone slabs is large enough to accommodate all the students of Yunlu Academy.

The dean of the academy would gather students here every year when the spring and autumn fall, and impassionedly mobilize the students to study hard, obtain fame, and devote themselves to the society until they die.

There is a low wall with mottled red paint on the Daping, and a layer of paper that cannot be peeled off is stuck to the wall.

This wall is the bulletin board of Yunlu Academy, which is used to post the articles, poems, calligraphy and paintings of the gentlemen of the Academy, as well as the occasional excellent works of the students.

Then there are some notices from the academy.

Two bookboys came to the notice, one holding a roll of paper, the other smeared rice paste on the notice wall, and then worked together to unfold a huge paper that was one person high, and pasted it on the notice wall.

Such a move immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding students, especially the huge piece of paper that was one person tall was too eye-catching.

"What's posted? Go, go and have a look."

"Hey, it's not an article, it seems to be a poem, so what's so interesting about it."

"After Layman Ziyang left the academy, it doesn't matter whether you read or not read the poems written by the gentlemen and great Confucians in our academy."

While talking, the students gathered under the low wall in twos and threes, staring at the huge paper of the new post.

The handwriting on the paper was flamboyant, piercing through the back of the paper, and there was a sense of fierceness between the pen turning and the stroke.

"This is Mr. Zhang's character." A student recognized it.

More students are concentrating on the poems on the paper.

"Third watch lights and five watch chickens are just men who are ashamed, ashamed when they are studying. After Qiu Wei, I never read at night with lights on."

"This poem looks simple and ordinary at first glance, but it reveals a profound truth, which is thought-provoking."

"It's so simple and ordinary. Black hair doesn't know how to study hard early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late! The avenue is as simple as it is, and the wise words are all in it."

"Bai Shoufang regretted reading too late. I used to be too slack. I was addicted to hand-talking and traveling, and I put less and less energy on reading. After reading this poem, I realized that I will definitely regret it in the future."

"Which great Confucianist wrote this poem?"

More and more people crowded under the low wall, looked up at the poem on the wall, and when they were immersed in their emotions, they resonated greatly with this exhortation poem.

The scene depicted in the first couplet made the students feel ashamed. Although I have tried my best to study, who can make the lights on the third watch and the chicken on the fifth watch?

But this is not a lie, because such examples do exist. The great Confucians and gentlemen of the college often use their own examples to warn students.

And some of the students are very hardworking, and they also stay up late to study hard.

What really makes young students palpitate is the second couplet: The black hair doesn't know how to study early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late.

As if announcing their future encounters, some young people who have been lazy in their studies recently, after asking themselves, feel palpitations, fearing that they will regret it when they die in the future.

In the bottom of my heart, the emotion of living up to the spring and studying hard.

Not far away, at the edge of Daping, three great scholars watched this scene. Chen Tai stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "They all say that poetry is useless, but they don't know that poetry is the most touching. Xu Ningyan is really a peerless poetic talent."

Seeing that the poems of persuasion actively mobilized the students' emotions, Zhang Shen couldn't help but smile on his face: "This is true, he only used a cup of tea, this level, not to mention the present, is the same as looking at history. , can also be among the best.”

Li Mubai suddenly asked: "He said that he has already abandoned his studies, do you believe it?"

The two great scholars nodded at the same time, Li Mubai couldn't help laughing: "Why do you see that?"

"When composing poems, he let Cijiu write for him." Zhang Shen said.

"As a scholar, how can someone else write a poem for you?" Chen Tai added, "Unless he is not good at calligraphy."

All scholars are proficient in calligraphy, which is a basic skill.

Li Mubai said with emotion: "It's a pity, he is already at the age of the crown, it's too late to switch to Confucianism and Taoism."

Chen Tai was heartbroken: "Such a talent, to actually learn martial arts, it's a waste of money."

A rough martial artist is not worthy of Xu Ningyan's astonishing talent.

Zhang Shen seemed to have thought of something, and said indignantly: "I heard from the old saying, when the two of them were young, his father made a decision, that they would go to school and study, and would rather have banquets and practice martial arts."

"Then Xu Pingzhi was not a son of man, and wasted a seed of study in vain. It is really hateful and hateful." Li Mubai said bitterly.

The two great Confucians agreed.

PS: I really want to put it on the shelves as soon as possible, and start to explode (funny).

A recommendation ticket can keep me going.