Qin Feng remained silent for the rest of the journey.
Lan Ningshuang sensed his emotional changes and said with concern: "My uncle, you don't need to care about what that person said, reading is naturally useful.
You must know that the reason why the Daqian Dynasty was able to gain a foothold in the world was indispensable to the Tianjian Imperial Master of Fengtian City.
And that old man is the Wen Sheng Taoist cultivator. "
Qin Feng sighed: "How many scholars can reach the level of Tianjian Guoshi?"
Lan Ningshuang was speechless and didn't know how to answer.
Qin Feng added: "Practice the divine martial arts and civil sage traditions, both of which require a lot of time and money.
Ningshuang, let me ask you, if ordinary people have such conditions and let them choose, which path will they let their children take? "
"Of course..." Lan Ningshuang's words reached her mouth and she swallowed them again.
"Don't think too much, it must be Shenwu Taoism.
I used to think that it was the problem of Da Qian's worship of martial arts and light literature, which led to roughness... ahem, and the prevalence of martial arts in the world, while there were very few literary saints.
But now that I think about it, I was still too naive back then.
Not everyone has enough talent and resources to reach the high-level realm, and under the premise of limited abilities, practicing divine martial arts seems to be the only way out for ordinary people. "
“In today’s world, demons and ghosts are rampant, which is always a knife hanging over the heads of many people.
So what can you do by studying, display your ambitions, and govern a country?
Even though this is no problem, it is only for those rich and powerful families.
How many people who are officials in various places come from poor families?
Don't say pick one out of ten, I'm afraid there may not be one out of a hundred or a thousand.
Ningshuang, do you know why this is? "
Lan Ningshuang shook her head.
"Because for ordinary people, nothing is more important than living.
But wanting to make a good living by studying is undoubtedly a bit wishful thinking.
But if you learn Shenwu Taoism and become a martial artist, you can still make a living by hunting even if you can't join the Demon Slayer Division or the army.
At the very least, they can run faster than ordinary people when encountering danger. "
What my uncle said is just like what the honest middle-aged man said before... Lan Ningshuang thought like this.
"Of course, in addition to this, there is a more practical reason - that is, there is no way to study." Qin Feng let out a breath.
"No way to study?" Lan Ningshuang didn't understand what she meant.
"Oh, just like the unity of Shenwu Dao, there are countless major martial arts sects and families, but the martial arts techniques passed down are extremely rare. The reason is that the broomstick is cherished.
And this is especially obvious among scholars.
Ningshuang, have you ever thought about why the master of Wen Sheng Dao is only in Haowen Academy in Fengtian City? "
Lan Ningshuang thought for a moment and shook her head again. How could she know about Wen Sheng from the Shenwu Taoism she practiced.
However, after careful recall, we did find that except for the imperial capital Fengtian City, there were basically no traces of the Wen Sheng Taoist lineage in other cities.
"My parents once collected tens of thousands of books for me, hoping to help me enter the ninth level of literary sainthood. However, after more than ten years of reading, there was no result.
The reason for this is that there are very few books on the world that record the literati.
If I hadn't memorized tens of thousands of books by chance, I might never have been able to reach the ninth rank of Literary Saint in my lifetime.
...The Shenwu Taoist lineage consists of major sects and aristocratic families who treasure their martial arts moves and do not want to pass them on to others.
This literary sage has a lineage of Taoism, but even the method of practice has to be explored by oneself.
And what can ordinary people’s scholars gain by reading to the end?
Not to mention stepping into the Wensheng Dao Tradition, I am afraid that it would be difficult for them to even be qualified to enter the court to express their ambitions. "
After all, there is no imperial examination system in Daqian. It is extremely difficult for a poor family to become an official in the court!
"And those scholars who are lucky enough to step into the holy path of literature are not able to make a breakthrough.
Brother Ya'an, who came to my house, told me that those who want to enter the high-level realm must rely on power.
Either becoming an official in the court, or becoming a staff officer in the army, but such opportunities are not within easy reach of ordinary people. "
Qin Feng smiled helplessly and exhaled heavily: "This is what I said about having no way to study."
Lan Ningshuang solemnly said: "I only heard these remarks from you, uncle.
But in this case, why did the dynasty sit back and watch? "
Qin Feng shook his head, he didn't know about this either.
Perhaps in this world, just like the times when major dynasties are fighting in all directions and war is chaotic, the right way is to use force to protect a piece of soil from monsters and monsters.
Or maybe it is easier to manage uncivilized people who lack their own ideas?
So in such a world, what can be the results of reading?
What can a scholar do?
Qin Feng fell into confusion and deep thought.
After all, there are too few scholars who have climbed to the top like Tianjian Guoshi.
And most of them are just ordinary people who hope to survive in troubled times.
If one day, the method of cultivation by literary saints spreads all over the world.
What if one day, Fengtian City Haowen Academy is no longer the only place to study literature?
Can this situation change?
While I was thinking this, Ting Yuxuan arrived...
The old man Baili, who was lying on the wicker chair, glanced at Qin Feng and asked curiously: "What's wrong? Boy, does something look wrong with your expression?
Was it because he secretly visited a brothel and was discovered by his wife? "
When Lan Ningshuang heard this, she suddenly became alert, but when she thought about it carefully, she would always guard her uncle when she went out. His uncle had no such opportunity at all...
This bad old man is talking nonsense, he is really bad.
A trace of displeasure flashed in Lan Ningshuang's eyes.
Qin Feng turned a deaf ear and stepped into Tingyu Pavilion.
...
Cang Feilan in the attic heard the commotion and saw the visitor. She was just about to say hello when she was handed a candied haws in front of her.
Then Qin Feng, who was deep in thought, strolled onto the fifth floor of the bookstore.
"What's wrong with him?" Cang Feilan murmured to herself, then glanced at the candied haws in her hand, with a sweet smile on her eyebrows.
Time flies and it's evening.
As the page in Qin Feng's hand closed, the last trace of literary spirit finally filled the ninth level of the divine sea!
A dazzling white light lit up, and Qin Feng's consciousness was pulled into the divine sea.
Following the mysterious guidance, he slowly climbed up the steps, and finally stood in front of a stone platform as white as jade.
"Is this the Heart-Question Platform?" Qin Feng looked curious.
After the words fell, the light patterns on the platform were like ripples on the water.
A white figure slowly appeared, and his face could not be seen clearly. His lips were slightly opened and he said, "What kind of person are you?"
Is this a test of conscience?
Qin Feng's eyes widened, and then he began to frown and think.
The words of ancient saints that I had read in my previous life flashed through my mind one by one.
As long as he copied a few sentences casually, he could establish a tall and majestic image.
But what’s the point?
There is no one else here, and there is no one to show off...
Strangely enough, this was the first time that he had seriously thought about this issue.
He recalled what happened after traveling to this world. Apart from increasing the GDP of Jinyang City, he didn't seem to have done any amazing things?
He thought of Senior Li, the resolute figure on his back protecting one side, but not everyone can be a hero.
He likes beautiful women and yellow and white things. Sometimes he will be hot-headed and do righteous things.
But most of the time, his choice is just like that of many people who wisely protect themselves...
He smiled calmly: "It turns out that I am just a greedy and lustful vulgar person. It would be great if I can be upright and have a clear conscience."
Xu Bai's figure shook slightly and asked again: "What do you think scholars should do?"
“What should a scholar do?
Oh, what can a scholar in this world do?
If it weren't for my limited physical talent, I would still want to abandon literature and pursue martial arts. "Qin Feng sneered.
High-quality literate saints only exist in Haowenyuan of the imperial capital. For the sake of cultivation, they work with the imperial army. How can you see there are literate saints in other cities making a living for the people?
Those who use medical skills to heal diseases and save people are regarded as inferior. Who stipulates this?
Is it possible that only those with power in the court can practice the tradition of literature and sage?
There are warriors running everywhere to save people from danger.
What about those high-ranking scholars in Haowen Academy?
How many people have seen them and received their grace?
He thought of the stall owner's behavior of telling the young man to stop writing. What's the use of reading and writing? It was shocking.
Real readers are not like this...
Qin Feng only felt bored in his heart and could not express his displeasure: "Establish a heart for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, inherit the unique knowledge of the past saints, and create peace for all generations.
This is what scholars should do! "
As soon as these words came out, the platform for questioning the heart shook, and in the divine sea, white literary energy surged like a sea of clouds.
"That's it." The white figure said with a smile.
The shadow's face gradually became clearer.
After Qin Feng saw it clearly, he was surprised. The face of this white shadow was exactly the same as his!
And as a stream of pure energy poured into the Tianling Cap, Qin Feng finally entered the eighth-level Ming state of mind!
...
At the same time, Tingyuxuan continued to vibrate, and the literary energy in the books on the bookshelf surged.
The old man Baili on the wicker chair sensed the movement, pressed his right hand, and Ting Yuxuan returned to calm.
He was lying on the wicker chair, swaying leisurely, with emotion and relief in his eyes.
