Nightwatcher

Xu Qi'an is an open-minded person, and he will not be worried about trivial matters. Since the younger sister in the family is so rotten, he will not carve.

Wouldn't it be better to take it to the academy to smoke a board, why waste your tongue.

But Li Miaozhen stopped Xu Qi'an's domestic violence against children, and the saint of Tianzong frowned and said displeasedly: "If you have something to say, why bother to be rough on a child."

Holy lady, you never know how bad it is to be the parent of a bear child Xu Qi'an sold her face and went into the yard instead.

There was only a mother and daughter in the courtyard. Xu Lingyue, who had sharp faces and three-dimensional features, was a bit of a half-blood, sitting on a small wooden tie to embroider.

Xiao Muza could no longer accommodate her plump buttocks, and her elastic buttocks overflowed and protruded under the skirt.

My aunt was on the sidelines, doing nothing but knotting her lotus green skirt on her calf, then squatting by the flowerbed, holding a small wooden shovel and small scissors, tinkering with flowers and plants.

Apart from beating Xu Lingyin, my aunt usually only enjoys this.

Her personal maid, Lv'e, was there to help.

"Brother!"

Seeing Xu Qi'an come back, sister Lingyue was overjoyed, she put down her needlework and came up to her with a smile like a flower.

From the corner of her eye, she passed by Li Miaozhen, Su Su and Zhong Li without a trace.

The small expression with scrutiny fully shows that there is a natural, instinctive hostility among beautiful women.

"It's okay, you can go home today."

Xu Qi'an pinched her round nose, looked at the room, and said, "Where are Erlang and Second Uncle?"

"Father doesn't know where he went to practice. Second brother is studying at Mr. Zhang's place." Xu Lingyue's voice was melodious, with the tenderness of a girl.

Xu Qi'an nodded, and was about to speak when Xu Lingyue said softly with curiosity, "Brother, who is that sister?"

What she asked was Zhong Li.

Although Zhong Li has been with Xu Qi'an for a long time, she has never officially shown her face, and this is the first time Xu Lingyue has seen her.

"Caiwei's senior sister." Xu Qi'an said.

Oh, Xu Lingyue, the senior sister of that idiot girl, suddenly realized.

Rice bucket is the nickname she gave to Chu Caiwei, Chu Caiwei is number one rice bucket, Lina is number two rice bucket, and Xu Lingyin is number three rice bucket.

In fact, people who know these three idiots more or less have similar nicknames in their hearts. For example, in the yard, the young girl was startled to be dirty, and angrily picked up a bamboo stick, chasing and killing the beautiful woman who went out with the young girl.

The nicknames my aunt gave Lina and Xu Lingyin were: stupid girl and child, gluttonous girl and child, stupid girl and child who can eat.

and so on.

"Isn't it tiring for me to wash your clothes every day? You are a dead child, and you don't know how to feel sorry for your mother." The aunt's roar came:

"Then I don't need to treat you as my daughter when I beat you."

Xu Lingyin's voice came back: "Then I'm not your daughter, why are you beating me?"

Auntie choked for a moment, and was furious impotently: "How dare you talk back!"

Xu Qi'an took Zhong Li out of the small courtyard, shuttled between the houses and courtyards, and walked up the steps along the bluestone slabs. After a stick of incense, he came to a valley full of bamboo forests.

Bamboo is mostly in the south. Dafeng claims to be orthodox in Kyushu and dominates the Central Plains, but the geographical location of the capital is in the north-central part of Kyushu.

The climate is not suitable for bamboo growth.

The bamboo forest in Qingyun Mountain is very rare.

Soon after summer, the bamboo forests in this season are lush and lush, and the mountain wind blows, rustling, which is quite artistic.

But what Xu Qi'an thought was, how to make bamboo tube wine?

A small attic is hidden among the bamboo forests, like an accord where a hermit lives. A path paved with cobblestones leads to the attic, covered with bamboo leaves.

"Dean, Xu Qi'an is visiting!" He bowed towards the attic.

There was a flash of light in front of his eyes, and he had teleported into the attic from the outside. The dean Zhao Shou was sitting by the desk, sipping fragrant tea, looking at him with a smile without saying a word.

The washed-out old Confucian shirt, slightly messy gray hair, exudes a cynical aura.

Zhao Shou is the most unstyled high-grade powerhouse that Xu Qi'an has ever seen. He is also an old man, but the prisoner is white-clothed Shengxue, with an immortal demeanor. Master Du'er was also wearing a gorgeous cassock embroidered with gold thread, with an indifferent demeanor and the appearance of an eminent monk.

And Dean Zhao gives the impression that Kong Yiji, or Fan Jin

"Well, I almost forgot the Taoist priest, the Taoist priest also looks like a wandering Taoist priest, very down and out," Xu Qi'an added in his heart.

"Thank you, Dean, for your help." Xu Qi'an expressed his gratitude.

"To establish a heart for the world, to establish a life for the people, to inherit the knowledge of the past, and to bring peace to all generations. This is what you taught me, and you have not forgotten it." Zhao Shou smiled.

What the dean means is that as long as I don't forget my original intention, everyone will still be a good friend Xu Qi'an smiled and bowed, and then made a request to the good friend:

"Students come to the academy to borrow a book from the dean."

Zhao Shou looked at him and nodded slightly.

"Da Zhou Supplements." Xu Qi'an remembered that Wei's father said that if he wanted to know the secret of the princess, he should go to Yunlu Academy to borrow this book.

"hehe!"

Zhao Shou smiled and said: "This was written by a great Confucianist in the academy six hundred years ago. He was born in the Great Zhou period and was active in the early period of the Great Zhou. He compiled what he saw and heard about the Great Zhou into a book. This book There is only one book in the whole world, which has never been published, and very few people have read it."

That's the case, no wonder Huaiqing has never heard of it, even if she is a female academic master, it is impossible to read all the books in the world, it must be a purposeful reading of books that she prefers.

Xu Qi'an was stunned, and Zhao Shou smiled and said: "You must have heard of that great Confucian. His deeds have been erected inscriptions by later generations, and he is in the mountains."

The aura suddenly flickered, and Xu Qi'an blurted out: "The second-rank Confucian Qian Zhong who brought people's grievances and smashed the last luck of the Great Zhou?"

When he first came to Yunlu Academy, Erlang took him to visit the academy, and mentioned the great Confucian named Qian Zhong.

Zhao Shou said with emotion: "That is a respectable scholar, whose real name will go down in history, unlike some four guys who always think about doing crooked ways."

May I ask if the four crooked guys you mentioned are Zhang Shen, Li Mubai, Yang Gong, and Chen Tai?

Zhao Shou spread his hands, and said leisurely: "The Supplements of the Great Zhou Dynasty is in my hands."

With a flash of light, an old scroll appeared in his hand, on the cover was written: Great Zhou Supplements!

Xu Qi'an stared blankly at this scene. Even though he was already familiar with the Confucian "bragging" method, every time he saw it, he always thought "this martial arts is not good enough", "Coach, I want to learn Confucianism" impulse.

The man was afraid of going into the wrong business, and he sighed regretfully when my second uncle hurt me.

After receiving Da Zhou's Supplements from Zhao Shou, Xu Qi'an murmured, "Can I take it away?"

Zhao Shou: "No way!"

If he refused, Xu Qi'an lowered his head and looked through it. His current eyesight can see ten lines at a glance.

Since this book is called "Supplements to Great Zhou", the things recorded in it are actually a supplement to the official history. What is recorded in it looks like unofficial history at first glance, but it really happened.

For example, Li Mu, a well-known fairy official in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty, was said in the history books that he was a romantic man with countless confidante friends, but in fact, among his beauties was a fox demon, who was a member of the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox, a descendant of the Southern Demon. .

These are secrets that will not be recorded in official history.

Like Yunlu Academy's sub-sage, this Li Mu is actually a talent written by Dong Hu Xu Qi'an secretly nodded and continued to read.

Finally, he turned to a record that could be called a folk myth.

During the Longde period of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was a valley of thousands of flowers in the south, where the rare flowers bloomed in all seasons. According to legend, there lived a beautiful flower god in the valley.

The flower god is a fairy flower born with wisdom, transforming into a human form, and integrating the aura of heaven and earth into one body. Anyone who can obtain the flower god's spiritual accumulation can be reborn and live forever.

After Emperor Longde heard about it, he sent people to the south to search for it. After thirteen years, he finally found the Valley of Thousand Flowers and found the beautiful flower god.

The army surrounded Wanhua Valley and forced the flower god to enter the palace, but the flower god refused, causing thunder to self-destruct, and cursed before death: Da Zhou will die in a hundred years.

Sure enough, three hundred years later, the Qi of the Great Zhou came to an end.

At the end of the story, a poem is recorded:

Surprised by the birth of the world,

Mu Xiyang was full of grace.

All people admire the beauty of the country,

The soul of the world provokes the emperor.

Xu Qi'an closed the book expressionlessly, but his heart was not peaceful, even turbulent.

"Isn't this poem describing the princess, what the fuck, the princess is the flower god from more than 900 years ago, the flower god reincarnated?

"It turned out that this poem was written about the flower god three hundred years ago. I always thought that this poem was too popular and famous, which attracted the attention of Emperor Yuan Jing, so she was sent to the palace.

"No wonder, no wonder everyone says that the concubine's spirit is a good thing. So there is this allusion. Sure enough, reading more books is good. There is no doubt about rebirth. Immortality is not a possibility. Otherwise, how could Emperor Yuan Jing give up the concubine? To King Zhenbei.

"Fairy Huazhong is indeed the number one beauty in Dafeng, with unparalleled charm. Tsk, she is also a poor woman."

Xu Qi'an returned the book to Zhao Shou and asked, "Is this poem written by Qian Zhong Daru?"

Zhao Shou shook his head: "No."

Oh, Daru Qian Zhong is just a recorder, so I don't have any doubts, otherwise, how did the presiding old monk who told the mystery of the princess' life experience know that this poem is a logical loophole? Xu Qi'an complained in his heart.

While chatting with Dean Zhao Shou, Xu Qi'an's ears moved suddenly, and he turned to look outside the building.

I saw the three great Confucians coming hand in hand, looking forward, seeing Xu Qi'an showing a look of surprise.

"As expected of the students taught by the three of us, Caishikou killed two thieves and saved the whole situation with one person's power. It's epic."

The three great scholars praised happily, and then they looked at the dean with questioning eyes: "When did Ning Yan become the dean's disciple? Ning Yan, did the dean ever ask you to write a poem?"

As they said that, they connoted Zhao Shou with the eyes of "you are greedy for his poems, don't argue that this is the truth".

Zhao Shou coldly snorted and said, "How can I be like you? The three immortals of scholars are the three immortals. Lide, meritorious service, and words are the right way. Placing hope in poetry is heresy."

If you don't compete with us for the poems, the three great scholars are relieved, and Zhang Shen retorted in a relaxed tone:

"Three thousand roads lead to the same goal. Poetry is not a cultural treasure? In my opinion, the dean is too obsessed."

Zhao Shou waved his hand: "I'm too lazy to argue with you."

He turned to look at Xu Qi'an, and said: "The main thing is that Yang Gongzhuyu is in front, making them envious and jealous. In fact, Yunlu Academy has good intentions for you, and it has nothing to do with poetry."

Glancing at the three Confucian scholars, he smiled and said, "At least I won't be like them."

He had to clarify this matter to Xu Qi'an, otherwise it would appear that Yunlu Academy had a purpose, always wanting to gain the glory of his poems.

To be honest, the behavior of Zhang Shen and others really insulted the image of Yunlu Academy.

Xu Qi'an nodded.

He himself doesn't really care, anyway, the poems were plagiarized from his previous life, not his creations. As a time traveler without foundation, he can use poems to expand his contacts and exchange benefits, so naturally he can't miss it.

Zhang Shen and the others ignored the dean's ridicule, looked eagerly at Xu Qi'an, and asked:

"It's been a long time since you wrote a poem. With such a major event happening recently, do you feel that your blood is boiling and your poetry is flourishing? Some teachers can help you polish it."

The three Confucian scholars looked at Xu Qi'an eagerly.

Dean Zhao Shou didn't speak, but he was also quite interested, watching intently.

Yunlu Academy not only helped me protect my family, but the dean even held a carving knife in his hand and threatened Emperor Yuan Jing in the court. Although this is in line with the Confucian philosophy, it is not simply selling my favor, but I must remember this kindness

Well, you might as well copy a poem to them, it's not good to go whoring for nothing night after night. Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an pondered:

"A poem does come to mind."

Yes, thinking of a poem, I'm just a porter of poems. He added in his mind.

The three Confucianists were ecstatic.

At this time, he should have said proudly: Serving with pen and ink.

It's just that the handwriting is too poor, and there is no charcoal pen at hand, so I don't make a fool of myself, I walk around the room decently, and when I see the green bamboo leaves outside the window, I pretend to be bright and say:

"Yes."

Zhao Shou's eyes also lit up, and he asked, "Is it related to bamboo?"

The dean seems to like bamboo very much Xu Qi'an nodded: "Yes."

Hearing this, Zhao Shou immediately straightened up, from being slightly interested to looking forward to it.

Xu Qi'an made a brief recollection and remembered the full text of the poem, but in the eyes of Zhao Shou and the three Confucians, he was thinking about it.

"Stay firm on Qingshan and not relax."

Zhao Shou, who already knew that it was a poem chanting bamboo, savored it carefully. In this sentence, the word "bite" is the essence, and only one word highlights the vigor and strength of bamboo.

"The root was originally in the broken rock."

Zhao Shou nodded slightly, which is a supplement to the previous sentence, and at the same time reflects the perseverance of bamboo in a difficult environment.

"Thousands of blows are still tenacious, let the wind from east to west."

Director Zhao Shou was short of breath, and the last two sentences described Zhuzi's attitude towards external pressure, even after countless hardships, he was still unyielding.

Among the plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, he only loves bamboo, otherwise he would not build his residence in a bamboo forest.

Zhao Shou also wrote poems about bamboo before, but compared to Xu Qi'an's poem, he had to admit that he was inferior.

One poem and two couplets, from the inside to the outside, almost vividly describe the tenacity of bamboo.

As expected of Dafeng Shikui, a high-quality Confucian monk, he sighed in his heart.

"Although the artistic conception and rhetoric of this poem are lacking, it is a rare bamboo-chanting poem." Li Mubai praised.

"Stupid, this poem expresses the tenacity, tenacity and simplicity of bamboo, but the gorgeous rhetoric is inferior." Zhang Shen criticized.

"At first glance, it looks like bamboo, but in fact it uses bamboo as a metaphor. It's wonderful, wonderful." Chen Tai stroked his beard and smiled.

The three great scholars finished their comments and immediately looked at Xu Qi'an: "Does this poem have a name?"

Xu Qi'an immediately knew what their plans were, and shook his head with a smile: "I haven't named it yet, so I need teachers to polish it."

The three great Confucians took a few steps back in tacit understanding, looked at each other warily, and were planning how to compete for the right to sign.

At this moment, Zhao Shouchang laughed three times and said, "Let me name this poem."

"?"

Zhang Shen and the others twisted their necks to look at him with stiff faces. Didn't they say that Xu Ningyan's poems are not good-looking?

Zhao Shou frowned and said displeasedly:

"Wait, what am I doing? Isn't this poem Xu Ningyan using bamboo to describe me? The old man has been sticking to Yunlu Academy for decades, just like this bamboo. He insists on the green hills and does not let go of wind from east to west."

After all, without waiting for the opportunity of the three great Confucians to react, he said, "Exit for three hundred miles, and don't disturb me writing poems."

As soon as the voice fell, the three great scholars disappeared without a trace.

Zhao Shou spread out the paper, picked up the pen excitedly, and said with emotion while writing: "Good poem, good poem, the old lady's life is complete. Well, Ning Yan, this poem was written by you, but my teacher who taught me is here Pointing and polishing, right?"

At this moment, the figures of the three Confucian scholars flashed, and said angrily: "Dean, stop!"

Zhao Shou waved his sleeves: "Withdraw for five hundred miles."

The Confucians disappeared, and the next second, they reappeared, shouting angrily: "Shameless old thief, we are different from you."

"It seems that you haven't exercised your muscles and bones for a long time, let's go, let me help you."

"We didn't scare you too much, so what about the third grade, we won't scare you when we join forces."

"Heh, it's not that the old man looks down on you, even if there are ten more, I can easily suppress them."

Xu Qi'an took Zhong Li and fled.

On the top of Qingyun Mountain, the fresh air soared into the sky, blowing away the clouds, and four figures were fighting back and forth in the high air, seeing each other's tricks.

The commotion was so loud that it immediately alarmed the students and masters in the academy.

"Why did the dean fight with the Confucians?"

"This, what's the matter, why are you so good at fighting, don't hurt us."

"It's quite common for the three great Confucians to fight, but the dean would fight anyway. What happened?"

"It's not uncommon for the three great Confucians to fight. The previous few times were due to competition for Xu Shikui's poems."

At this time, someone whispered: "I, I seem to have seen Xu Shikui take a woman to the bamboo forest of the dean just now."

No way, there was a sudden silence all around, and the faces of the students and masters were hot.

On the other side, in the small courtyard where the Xu family members were resting, Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuanzhen raised their heads sharply, looking up at the sky, their hearts throbbing.

"Don't worry about it, the elder brother must have written a poem again, and the three great Confucians started fighting." Xu Erlang waved his hand.

This is not like the kind of noise that a fourth-rank master can create, Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuan said carefully.

The two didn't care, and continued to listen to Xu Erlang's words.

"Lingyin has a very strange talent. If she doesn't want to learn, she can't learn it. No matter how much you teach it, it won't help. So don't think that you are special, that you can teach her enlightenment."

Xu Erlang almost didn't say: Don't bring shame on yourself.

Li Miaozhen shook her head: "That can't be done. Before I stayed at Xu's house, I promised Mrs. Xu that I would help teach Lingyin, but it was delayed because of something. Now that everything is over, I just fulfilled the promise."

Chu Yuanzhen smiled, seeing a lot of smart people, it is also a kind of pleasure to see a dull person once in a while.

Xu Qi'an and Zhong Li returned to the small courtyard, and noticed that the atmosphere in the courtyard was a little stiff. Li Miaozhen was sitting on a small bench, her beautiful face was a little dull, and her pupils were dizzy.

Like a girl in lovelorn, depressed and decadent.

Chu Yuanzhen was holding his sword that had never been drawn out of its sheath, leaning his back against the wall, expressionless, but the pulsating veins on his forehead betrayed him.

"You two seem to have encountered something unhappy?" Xu Qi'an looked at the two companions.

The two ignored him.

Xu Erlang sighed and said: "Chu Daxia and Li Daochang insist on teaching Lingyin to read and do arithmetic."

Xu Qi'an was taken aback, and cupped his hands towards the two of them.

Li Miaozhen felt that Xu Ningyan was mocking her, so she grabbed a small stone and threw it at her.

After lunch, Xu Qi'an brought his family back to Xu's residence, Second Uncle Xu hired three carriages, went to the outer city to gather the servants back.

After the servants came back, my aunt directed them to clean up.

Xu Qi'an sat on the ridge of the roof, watching the servants busily coming and going, listening to Chu Yuanzhen and Xu Erlang talking about scriptures and Taoism, and the two showed off their knowledge.

In the inner hall, Chu Caiwei brought the best cakes from Guiyuelou, and Lina and Xu Lingyin accompanied her to eat happily.

Li Miaozhen sat cross-legged in the guest room to practice, while Susu chattered endlessly.

And beside him, Zhong Li, who was wrapped in a cloth robe, hugged his knees, obediently accompanying him.

"With the current combat strength of the Xu Mansion, even if Emperor Yuan Jing wanted to take revenge, unless he sent a large army to besiege him, he would really not be afraid to assassinate him." Xu Qi said with confidence.

When the lotus seeds of Daoist Jinlian mature, we have to leave the capital, and then let Yang Qianhuan and Caiwei take care of the house.

Jianzheng promised me that he would protect the Xu family, and he didn't want to force me into the palace to kill Emperor Yuanjing's dog's head.

"Sit here and don't move. I'll see a distinguished guest when she goes in. Come down after she leaves." Xu Qi'an turned his head and told Zhong Li.

Zhong Li nodded silently: "En."

Xu Qi'an immediately jumped off the roof, returned to the room, closed the doors and windows, then took out the fragments of the ground book, and poured out a talisman sword.

This talisman sword was given to him by Luo Yuheng dragging Chu Yuanzhen when he traveled north.

Xu Qi'an still doesn't know whether the kind-hearted aunt gave him this thing in the intention of friendship, or whether Taoist Jinlian begged for it for him.

Before returning to Xu's Mansion, he used fragments of the land book to contact Daoist Jin Lian, and through him, he confirmed that Luo Yuheng was half of his own and could be trusted appropriately.

Daoist Jin Lian also said that the talisman sword could serve as a messenger, allowing him to contact Luo Yuheng without going to the imperial city in person.

Hold the talisman sword tightly, mobilize the primordial spirit, put in a ray of spiritual power, and whisper: "National teacher, national teacher, I am Xu Qi'an"

It's better to find out about the Soul Pill, otherwise I will always feel like a stick in my throat. In addition, it was also a reminder to Luo Yuheng to prevent Emperor Yuan Jing from making trouble.

By the way, brush up the favorability of the stunning beauty, and strive for Luo Yuheng to become a boss I can rely on in the future.

Auntie, I don't want to work hard

After repeating it for a while, Rune Sword didn't respond.

It seems that the national teacher doesn't want to talk to me. Sure enough, my identity and status are too low after all. In the eyes of Luo Yuheng, a woman with a noble status and a strong cultivation base, I am still far behind

Xu Qi'an thought helplessly.

He was about to give up when suddenly, a golden beam of light descended from the sky, penetrated the roof, and descended into the house.

In the golden beam of light, a beautiful figure condensed, wearing a lotus crown on her head, wearing a Taoist robe, with a bright red cinnabar between her eyebrows, and her facial features are exquisite.

She has the intelligence of a kind-hearted aunt, the charm of her mother's friend, and the prettyness of the girl next door, which makes people inexplicably moved.

It's really here?

Before Xu Qi'an could be pleasantly surprised, he suddenly heard the sound of tiles rolling from the ridge of the roof, and then, a figure rolled down from the eaves, and fell heavily into the yard with a clatter.

Zhong Li didn't move for a long time, and after a while, he got up with a "woo woo woo" and walked away silently.

Luo Yuheng suddenly said: "Why are there still people on your roof? They came too fast, I didn't notice."

""

No, it's not that you didn't pay attention, it's fate that made you "deliberately" ignore her, poor Senior Sister Zhong

Luo Yuheng's clear eyes flickered, as cold as a fairy, he nodded and said, "What do you want from me?"

PS: Three chapters should have been updated today. I thought about it for a while, and it would be better to merge the three chapters into two chapters, just make up for the number of words. 12000+ words today