Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 39: Chapter 39 That Xu Pingzhi is not a human being



"What a good poem! Ning Yan is indeed a poet of unparalleled talent." Li Mubai clapped his hands vigorously.

He looked extremely excited, with the surprise of a scholar seeing a good poem and the expectation of how the students of the academy would react after seeing this poem.

Zhang Shen did not comment, but looked at Xu Qian'an with more appreciation and satisfaction, as if the other party was really a student he had brought up.

"The words are simple, but meaningful. The lights are on at midnight and the roosters crow at dawn, which is the time for men to study... Brother Jinyan, do you still remember the days when we were young and studying in the academy?"

Chen Tai savored this poem of persuasion to study, and felt that it was very profound and lingering.

Zhang Shen was stunned for a moment, recalling the scene of studying in the first half of the year, and said with regret:

"Isn't it about us back then? 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 lamplight."

Li Mubai said faintly: "Is this the reason why you steal my eggs every other day?"

Zhang Shen said unhappily: "How can it be called stealing for scholars? That was borrowing, didn't I return it to you later?"

Li Mubai blew his beard and glared: "When I was poor, a chicken egg was worth thousands of gold now."

Chen Tai "coughed" to interrupt the quarrel between the two friends, and looked at Xu Xinnian: "Cijiu, after the spring examination, no matter what your ranking is, you are qualified to serve as an official. Have you considered the future?"

Suddenly getting to the point, 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 scholars who were hesitant to speak, and did not give them a chance to speak: "Generally speaking, staying in Beijing first and then being sent out is the right way to be promoted in the officialdom. Although I am not an official, I have some face in the officialdom of Dafeng, so I can plan for you to stay in Beijing."

Zhang Shen, as a teacher, immediately smiled: "That's great, goodbye, why don't you thank Brother Chen quickly."

"No need, no need, if you really want to repay, I do have an idea..." Chen Tai said with a smile. Listening to their old friend's words, Zhang Shen and Li Mubai felt something was wrong. No one said they wanted to repay you.

Chen Tai just smiled and said: "Ning Yan, you are a rough jade, and you still need to be carved to become a talent. These two old guys are very rough, you should switch to my school."

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

Xu Qiyan seized the opportunity and immediately said, "Gentlemen, Ning Yan does have a question to ask."

Today, I came to Yunlu Academy for free.

"I have been stuck in the Refining Essence Realm for a long time. Because I have no merits and my family is poor, I have never had the resources and opportunities to enter the Qi Refining Realm." Xu Qiyan bowed 90 degrees:

"Please help me open the Heavenly Gate."

This is his second purpose for coming to the academy. Although he can sell the magic weapon given by Song Qing in exchange for the silver to open the Heavenly Gate.

But that is not happy at all. Xu Qiyan is a person who pursues happiness.

Zhang Shen shook his head and laughed: "You are desperate to try any possible means. We are practicing Confucianism and Taoism. How can we help you open the Heavenly Gate? How does a martial artist's Qi circulate in the body and how does it flow through the meridians? This is something that only you martial artists know."

The difference between the systems is greater than I thought... Xu Qiyan was a little disappointed and asked unwillingly: "Junior doesn't understand. Since opening the Heavenly Gate requires the help of masters above the Refining Spirit Realm, how did the first people open the Heavenly Gate?"

"Do you think the road to martial arts was created by someone? Was it done overnight?" Li Mubai asked him before drinking the teacup.

Xu Qiyan shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

"It was opened up by generations of people," Li Mubai said slowly: "Maybe at the beginning, the Refining Spirit Realm was already the peak. Someone opened the Heavenly Gate by chance, so the Qi Refining Realm became the peak of martial arts. After years and months, a complete martial arts system was formed."

"Coincidence?" Xu Qiyan caught the key words.

"It is the safest and most convenient way to have a master of the Refining Spirit Realm help open the Heavenly Gate, but it is not the only way." This time, Chen Tai took over the topic and said with a smile:

"When a baby is born, it contains a stream of innate true qi. As it grows older, the Heavenly Gate closes and the innate true qi is hidden in the body. If you want to regain control of this qi, you have to open the closed Heavenly Gate again."

Xu Qian'an nodded. When people eat grains and cereals, impurities are produced, which block the Heavenly Gate and the operation of the qi.

These theoretical knowledge were taught to him by his second uncle before.

"There are many methods. In addition to the well-known method of opening the Heavenly Gate, there are two other methods: one is the breathing method."

"The breathing method needs to be practiced since childhood. Take a medicinal bath every day to cleanse the meridians and open the Heavenly Gate. After more than ten years, countless money has been spent. This method has been eliminated."

"The second method is to use external force to open the Heavenly Gate. It is also the stupid method used by the original predecessors. For example, swallowing the demon pill.

"The demon pill is the essence of the demon clan's Taoism, which contains tremendous energy. After swallowing the demon pill, the tremendous power will forcibly open the eight extraordinary meridians, but because it cannot be controlled, it is a method of life and death."

So that's it... Although I didn't get it for free, it was also a free touch, and it was not a loss... Xu Qian'an said gratefully: "Thank you gentlemen for your lectures."

Look, he is humble, polite, and speaks well. The three great scholars smiled and stroked their beards, and were very satisfied with Xu Qian'an.

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

Outside the Sage Academy, the large square paved with bluestone slabs is enough to accommodate all the students of Yunlu Academy.

Every year during the spring and autumn examinations, the dean of the academy would gather students here and passionately mobilize them to study hard, obtain fame, and work hard for the country until their death.

There is a low wall with mottled red paint on the large square, and a layer of paper that cannot

be peeled off is stuck on the wall.

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

of students.

Then there are some notices of the academy.

Two book boys came to the notice, one holding a roll of paper, and the other smearing rice paste on the notice wall, then they worked together to unfold a huge piece of paper as tall as a person and posted it on the notice wall.

Such an action immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding students, especially the huge piece of paper as tall as a person, which was too eye-catching.

"What's posted? Let's go and take a look."

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

"After Zi Yang left the college, the poems written by the teachers and great scholars in our

college are no different whether you read them or not."

As they spoke, the students gathered under the low wall in twos and threes, staring at the newly posted huge piece of paper.

The handwriting on the paper was vigorous and vigorous, and the force penetrated the back of the paper. There was a sense of sharpness between the turning of the pen and the strokes.

"This is Mr. Zhang's handwriting. "Some students recognized it.

More students concentrated on the poem on the paper.

"The lights are on at midnight and the roosters crow at dawn, which is the time for men to

study... I am ashamed, ashamed. After the autumn examination, I never read at night again."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"This poem may seem simple and ordinary at first glance, but it reveals profound truths and is thought-provoking."

"How can it be simple and ordinary? If you don't know how to study hard when you are young, you will regret it when you are old! The truth is simple, and all the wise sayings are in it."

"I regret studying late when I am old... I was too lax in the past, indulging in playing cards and traveling, and I spent less and less energy on studying. When I saw this poem, I realized that I

would definitely regret it in the future."

"Which great scholar wrote this poem?"

More and more people crowded under the low wall, looking up at the poem on the wall. When they were immersed in the emotion, they had a great resonance with this poem of persuasion

to study.

The scene described in the first couplet made the students ashamed. Although they studied

hard, who could do it?

But this is not a lie, because there are indeed such examples. The great scholars and teachers

of the college often warn students with their own examples.

And some very hardworking students also stay up late to study.

What really makes young students palpitate is the second couplet: Black hair does not know how to study hard early, white hair regrets studying late.

As if announcing their future experience, some young people who have been lazy in their

studies recently, after asking themselves, have a palpitation, fearing that they will regret it in the future when they are old.

The emotion of not wasting the spring and studying hard arises spontaneously in the bottom

of their hearts.

Not far away, at the edge of the square, three great scholars were watching this scene. Chen Tai stroked his beard and laughed: "Everyone says that poetry is useless, but they don't know that poetry is the most touching. Xu Ningyan is really a peerless poet."

Seeing that the poem of persuasion actively mobilized the emotions of the students, Zhang

Shen couldn't help but smile: "That's true. He only spent a cup of tea. This level, let alone now, can be ranked among the best throughout history."

Li Mubai suddenly asked: "He said that he had abandoned his studies a long time ago. Do you

believe it?"

The two great scholars nodded at the same time, and Li Mubai couldn't help laughing: "Why do you think so?" "When he wrote the poem, he asked Cijiu to write it for him." Zhang Shen said.

"As a scholar, how could he let others write for him when he wrote a poem." Chen Tai added:

"Unless he is not good at calligraphy."

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

Li Mubai sighed: "It's a pity that he is already an adult, and it's too late to turn to

Confucianism."

Chen Tai was heartbroken: "Such a talent, but he actually learned martial arts, which is a waste of talent."

A rough martial artist is not worthy of Xu Ningyan's amazing talent. Zhang Shen seemed to remember something and said indignantly: "I heard from Cijiu that

when the two were young, their father decided that Cijiu would study and Ningyan would

practice martial arts."

"That Xu Pingzhi is not a good son. He wasted a seed of learning in vain. It's really hateful and

abominable." Li Mubai said hatefully.

The two great Confucian scholars agreed deeply.