To the east of the An Dynasty, Linguo Daying Dynasty was proud of the fact that "poems and books have been passed down for a long time, and articles have been passed down for a long time." In Shuzhou City, the Rong Mansion, which was founded by Yanmo, flourished. For hundreds of years, most of their descendants have passed down the family tradition. Business is done on Hanmo Street, and there are many literati in the family.
However, there are very few people who are outstanding and well-known in a state, and there are few who have the honor of becoming the number one scholar.
The successive patriarchs of the Rong Mansion announced that Qilin'er would build a Zhuangyuan archway on Hanmo Street and reward half of the street's property.
Three hundred years have passed, but not even two flag poles have been erected in front of the Rongfu ancestral residence, and it is still bare and ugly.
Rong Gui is the eighth in the Wen clan. He runs three shops, has little wealth, and lives in peace and quiet. The only thing that makes Rong Ba Ye worried and depressed is that none of the three sons in the family are successful. The eldest son and the second son are not good at studying. Many times, He failed even the boy test in the scientific examination. He was learning business from him. Yaoer Rong Shuzhi was born stupid. Even at the age of thirteen, he was still stupid and in need of maids to serve him.
Mr. Rongba sighed many times about what sins he had done in his previous life and that he would be punished in this life.
The demented son of the Rong family was playing hide-and-seek with the maid at home. He was giggling and not talking about things. He broke into his father's study and suddenly saw a new vertical scroll of calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall: "There is nothing in the world. It's up to the mediocre people to disturb themselves."
The powerful word "yong", especially the vertical one in the middle, is like a blade cutting through the darkness.
Rong Shuzhi held his head and let out a shrill "ho ho" scream. Countless illusory memories and images poured into his almost blank mind. He was in excruciating pain and was sweating profusely.
The maid who heard the commotion turned pale with fright. She ran over from the side corridor, hugging the young master who suddenly shivered for some reason and seemed to be going crazy. She was panic-stricken and at a loss what to do.
It was already noon when Mr. Rongba heard the news that the young master was ill. The good mood he had just concluded on a business deal was gone. Even though he was a demented boy who didn't understand anything, he was still his son. If he saw him coming home, he would be mad at him. With a silly smile, he hurried home and saw his fat son lying weak and lethargic on the bed. He hurriedly asked the woman who got up from the bed.
"What did the doctor say? What kind of emergency is it?"
"We invited Mr. He from Rongchun Hall and Mr. Xu from Huaiyi Hall. They asked Chunye about his condition at that time and took his pulse. They both said that he was frightened and restless, so they prescribed Ningshen Tonic. Heart soup, let me take three doses first to see the effect."
The woman's charm was still there, and she wore a thin layer of makeup. She could not hide the worry on her face and lowered her voice for fear of scaring the sick child.
Rong Baye showed anger on his face and cursed in a low voice: "Where's the Chunye people? She can't even look down on the young master and frightens her son. What's the use of her? It's better to betray her and find another smart maid..." "
The fat young man who was lying quietly and pretending to be asleep suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand to cover his forehead and shouted "Hey, you". He seemed to have been in a long dream. He suddenly woke up when he saw the word "Yong" and remembered himself in his previous life. It's Zhong Wenyong.
After scolding Bai Wuchang a few times in his heart, the guy invited him to have a drink and chatted happily with him.
He promised to help Zhang Wenfeng arrange a better reincarnation home for Zhang Wenfeng's sake, but he ended up being a fool for thirteen years.
After scolding him, he agreed in his heart. Only in this way can he not be affected by the memory of this life and start out blank. When he has the opportunity to see Bai Wuchang in the future, he still has to say to Bai Wuchang, "Thank you!"
Mr. Rongba quickly shut up. The woman nervously reached out to touch the child's forehead and asked, "Does your head still hurt?"
"Mom, I'm fine. I'm hungry."
"Ahh..."
The woman was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the equally stunned master. With some disbelief and hope, she carefully asked her fat son, who was lying there with clear eyes that were no longer empty: "Son, what did you just call me?"
"Call me mother."
Hearing that the fat son spoke clearly and seemed to be no longer stupid, Mr. Rongba's voice trembled. He stepped forward and asked, "What about me? Who is it?"
"You are my father."
Rong Shuzhi slowly turned over and struggled to get up with the help of the woman. This body was also too fat. After he woke up, he had to lose the fat on his body and restore his elegant and graceful figure. He said: "I accidentally bumped into the door frame earlier and had a severe headache. I lay down and woke up and suddenly came to my senses. I remembered who I was. In the past, it was an unfilial child who made my parents worry."
With his rich experience, when the doctor comes to see him, he can also use verbal hints to deceive him into "refreshing his mind and awakening his mind".
Even if a Confucian cultivator was invited to investigate, no flaw could be found. This body was originally his, and there was no case of seizure.
The rumor that the silly son of Mr. Rong Ba’s family bumped his head against the door and got enlightened was confirmed by several famous old doctors. It soon spread in Hanmo Street and became a strange story.
What is even more strange is that the fat boy named Rong Shuzhi, accompanied by the maid Chunye, went to the Rong family private school to study with a seven or eight-year-old child. He was so diligent that he could recite the "Three Character Classic" and "Disciple Rules" in half a month. , formally studied "Rhythm" and "Primary School". After one month, he was able to pronounce simple five-character pairs into poems and rhymes, which made the private school teacher call him "a genius made in heaven" and "a Qilin son of the Rong family".
Such strange news attracted the attention of the Zhoucheng Academy and sent Confucian monks to come and take the exam.
Rong Shuzhi deliberately acted in such a high-profile manner, but he restrained himself. He needed to take the path of nourishing his own cultural background with the academic culture. The scientific examination was just incidental. Time is not waiting for us, so he cannot delay it any longer. He must show the "one thing" recorded in the classics. It is unusual to have the wisdom root in the morning.
After some testing, comparison, and exploration, Shuzhou City Academy officially accepted Rong Shuzhi as an apprentice.
For Mr. Rong Ba, his son cannot escape the fame of being a scholar.
From fool to wizard, it only takes one month.
Burn incense in the ancestral hall and ask the ancestors for their blessings.
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The secluded environment of Moling.
Half a year later, the stone wall door leading to the cave suddenly closed. Zhao Zhuer tried twice, then called the donkey not to waste his efforts, saying: "The master of the temple has been tempered by the talisman array and the cold air, and has achieved the goal of 'returning the soul'." The induction begins to formally lead a seclusion to attack the broken mirror. Based on the accumulation of the temple master and the richness of the spiritual energy here, it will take about half a year to come out of seclusion."
The donkey is not worried about the master's broken mirror. The master has experienced many things, is in a harmonious state of mind, has a firm Taoist heart, and is fully prepared. The attack on the golden elixir realm is a matter of course. It is currently a little worried that it has not found an opportunity to break through.
According to its original thinking, its cultivation level has reached its peak. With so many heavenly materials and earthly treasures given to it by the temple master, why should it worry about not improving its cultivation level if it devours them?
Later, after Junior Sister Zhuer's advice and careful analysis, he found that it could be done more securely, and then it would wait for the opportunity to "harmonize its virtues with the heaven and earth, and its brightness with the sun and the moon." There were many details involved.
As a human being, one should find opportunities to "feel the right time and follow one's heart". At that time, it is almost guaranteed to pass the test.
Literary men do things differently.
"Junior brother Lu, don't be impatient. Just relax and follow senior sister. When the time comes, do the next thing."
Zhao Zhuer patted the donkey's back encouragingly, flew up and sat on it, and shouted: "Drive!"
The donkey stretched out its four hooves and soared into the air. It was very sensible when someone asked for something. It never called Junior Sister Zhuer, and said, "Where will Senior Sister Zhuer go on inspection today?"
"Go to the west and have a look."
While he was talking, the donkey had already flown to the high mountains in the west.
There was a group of demon wolves outside the hundred-mile boundary. They were very cunning and provoked them several times.
They abided by the instructions of the temple master and did not cross the thunder pond. Zhu'er set up a secret formation trap in the west, waiting for the cunning demon wolves to be fooled.
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