Zhou Dagu harnessed his talents and wandered in front of the Zi Mansion, and the door of Zi Mansion felt more and more familiar.
He tried to control this talent that he had gradually become familiar with, and approached the gate of Zi Mansion.
this……
He got it!
This is not familiar!
This door was created by him. This is the door of his memory palace!
But, how could this gate appear in Zi Mansion?
This unscientific!
It’s not metaphysical either!
It was hard to explain, but there was no time for him to figure it out.
Master Zhu was outside urging: "Da Gu, hurry up, or if you can't, I will help you vent your excess energy!"
"Staying through it any longer will not do any good to your future cultivation!"
Master Zhu was anxious to take action, but he was also afraid that the shadow of his failure to open the Zifu for the first time would hang over Zhou Dagu's mind in the future and become a bottleneck for him to advance to the third level in the future.
Zhou Dagu controlled his energy and came to the door, just like he had opened the door of the Memory Palace before.
The memory palace is actually a series of memory codes.
He thought about the original code for the memory palace.
"Squeak..." An ancient voice sounded in his Zi Mansion.
outside world.
Master Zhu sat slumped on the donkey cart. When the spring breeze blew by, he realized that his back was already soaked.
He waved his hand to Xu Dian: "Don't worry, it's okay!"
"Slow down and send him to my house. After you finish sending him off, go back and tell Youran that there is no need to worry!"
Xu Dian nodded.
Zhou Dagu was unaware of everything in the outside world.
For the first time, he traveled through his memory palace by flying.
As the distance traveled further and further, he also understood where exactly this place was?
In Confucian terms, this place is the Purple Mansion of the mind.
In the words of psychologists, this is his subconscious under the iceberg!
Because, in this place, he saw many places that he had forgotten. Human consciousness is limited, but the subconscious mind is infinite. The brain will help you store many places that you cannot remember.
He remembered that there should be no other doors in the place he just passed, but now he clearly opened a door.
There is a big TV hidden at the door.
Zhou Dagu picked up the remote control and pressed it doubtfully.
"Throw this away?"
"Dad, let's go buy something to eat!"
"What a shame?"
"What did mom throw away?"
"He's too sick to survive. If you don't throw it away, I'll throw it away for you!"
"It hurts so much! Stop hitting me, Dad! I'm obedient!"
"Mom! Don't go! I won't eat. I won't be greedy anymore. I'll just eat a little from now on!"
"Dad! Mom! Come back! It hurts so much! It hurts so much! I'm going to die!"
"Dad, you made me bleed! Mom, please help me!"
Zhou Dagu turned off the TV.
Stand up.
He had never heard Master Zhu say that one can cry even when one is in a state of talent.
He walked out of the room and locked the door tightly.
"Why did this memory that I discarded come back again!" The reason why he opened the door was because he did not remember this memory.
It's not that his memory is fuzzy, it's that he forgot on purpose.
Zhou Dagu wandered in the Memory Palace, and the talent behind him kept wandering around, integrating into the palace walls bit by bit.
The Memory Palace slowly seems to have an entity in the Zi Mansion
Soon, the talent following behind him grew thin.
outside world.
Master Zhu looked at Zhou Dagu worriedly: "It shouldn't be! Even if it's a Mingzhou poem or a Dafu poem, it shouldn't have so much talent!"
"Da Gu's family used to be a military household, and they didn't have many books to read. How did they accumulate so much talent!"
"Sir, sir, my brother, what's wrong with my brother?" Zhou Youran ran from the door with red eyes. The little girl didn't know how many times she cried on the way.
"It's okay!" Master Zhu replied, but he asked uncertainly in his heart: "Youran, do you have a lot of books hidden at home?"
"No, the only books I have at home were brought back from private school by my brother."
Zhou Youran sat next to his brother: "My family has always owed a lot of money. It is only after my brother came back recently that we are a little better off."
Master Zhu was even more curious. His hair was disheveled: "That's even more inappropriate. Where does this kid have so much talent in his body?"
"This is impossible! It has been three hours since I came back at noon."
"His health is already weak. He entered the country before the test, and his body should be deficient in talent. I originally planned that the talent of the Dafu poems he wrote should be just right, which can make up for the lack of talent in his body!"
"Who knew that this kid would actually write a Mingzhou poem in the county examination? But it's just a Mingzhou poem. How could he have so much talent!"
"Looking at this kid's situation, I would even believe him if he said he secretly read dozens of books and wrote poems about the country!"
Master Zhu scratched his head, his hair getting messier: "Youran, don't stay here, go have some food with Xu Dian, I'll guard your brother here, don't worry, nothing will happen!"
There were footsteps outside the door.
"Brother Zhu, Brother Zhu, how's the situation? I'm here to see Zhou Mingzhou!"
Qiao Xiancheng appeared in Master Zhu's private school.
He looked at Zhou Dagu who was sitting in the middle of the main hall with concern: "I haven't woken up yet, how big must his Zifu be! That's wrong! Where did he get so much talent!"
Master Zhu was puzzled: "I'm confused, Da Gu's talent has not been exhausted yet. He doesn't want to be as talented as a poem to praise the state, but more like a poem to subjugate the country."
This is beyond Qiao Xiancheng's knowledge: "How much talent should a poem for subjugating the country have?"
"I heard the teacher say that the talent of Zhenguo Poetry can almost describe the Confucian Temple of Cai County County Government!"
Master Zhu slapped his thigh: "That's bad, this guy won't finish opening the Zifu, he is building the Zifu Confucian Temple in his mind!"
Inside the Zi Mansion.
Zhou Dagu came out of the corridor, looked at the door in front of him, and slapped his head hard: "It's broken!"
"The teacher said, let me rush into the Zi Mansion as much as possible to leave enough space to build the Confucian Temple, but I went straight into the door of the Memory Palace!"
"Now that I'm walking around in a circle, I've used up all my talent before I even have time to rush into the Purple Mansion. How should I build a Confucian Temple!"
"What's more, where should I build my Confucian Temple?"
He was confused and looked up to find that the sky was purple.
"My Zi Mansion is the Memory Palace, so where should my Confucian Temple be?"
He had doubts, but now he was in the Confucian Temple in the Zi Mansion. Without his talent, he could not move forward.
Zhou Dagu had no choice but to withdraw from Zi Mansion first.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw two huge faces, almost touching his face.
"Master, County Magistrate, what are you two doing?" Zhou Dagu stepped back.
Master Zhu asked anxiously: "How big is your Zi Mansion collision?"
"have no idea!"
"How could you not know?" Qiao Xiancheng asked: "I used Zhoujia Village and Cai County as reference. Can you tell the size of Zifu?"
"After I entered the Zi Mansion, I didn't directly attack the Zi Mansion for too long before I ran out of talent. I don't know how big the Zi Mansion is." With Qiao Xian Cheng here, Zhou Dagu put away the doubts in his heart and did not dare to put Zi Mansion aside. Tell the secret of the government.
Master Zhu asked even more: "Then since you haven't woken up for so long, have you ever built a Confucian temple in Zifu?"
“Students don’t know how to build a Confucian Temple!”
"That's right, that's right. It's okay if you don't build anything. You have enough talent and you can use it all to attack the Zi Mansion. The Zi Mansion should be quite large."
Zhou Dagu pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.
He asked a question: "Sir, is the bigger the Zifu Confucian Temple, the better?"
"Of course, the Zifu Confucian Temple is built with talents as bricks and mortar. The bigger the Confucian Temple is, the more abundant the Zifu's talents will be. Whether it is against enemies in the early stage or promotion in the later stage, there are many benefits!"
"How big is the Zifu Confucian Temple for ordinary people? How big is Zhoujia Village?" He recalled the reference point mentioned by Qiao Xiancheng just now and asked.
Master Zhu said: "My Zifu Confucian Temple is about the same size as the county government office!"
Qiao Xiancheng was a little embarrassed: "I can't compare to your master. My Zifu Confucian Temple is about the size of a county school! I feel that I am unique in learning, so I say this as a reference. Most people can't reach this size!"
Master Zhu taught him: "The bigger the Confucian temple, the more talents it can display, and the greater its words and deeds will be!"
"You don't have to think about these things now. In a few days, when the results come out, I will take you to the state capital. If you have literary talents, you can build your Zifu Confucian Temple according to the state government's Yamen!"
Zhou Dagu shook his head: "No need, there is a building in my Zifu!"
"How can it be!"
"I used to meditate by the river in front of my house. Unknowingly, a building existed in my mind, and it even expanded into the Purple Mansion! I was just filling that building with my talents!"
Master Zhu was a little frustrated: "It's all my fault. I should have told you about this earlier!"
"Now that the foundation of the Zifu Confucian Temple has been established, it cannot be modified. The children of the poor family are indeed not as good as the children of the aristocratic family from the beginning!"
"Da Gu, what did your Confucian Temple look like when you built it?"
Qiao Xian Cheng teased him on the side: "Huh! Lao Zhu caused our county to lose its great scholars. Da Gu has been in Cai County all the time. The largest building he has seen is just the county government. What else can we build the Zifu on?" Confucian Temple.”
Zhou Dagu shook his head: "It's not based on the county government!"
Master Zhu blamed himself even more: "Is it because of the county school?"
"No!"
"What's that for? The Xiaohe Wude Zifu Confucian Temple in front of your house can't be a small Zhou family ancestral hall!" Qiao Xiancheng felt extremely painful in his heart.
Zhou Dagu looked up blankly. He just suddenly realized what an awesome thing he had done.
His eyes were blurry and he said in confusion: "Master, do you know what it is called!"
"Forbidden City?"
