With a smile on his lips, Xu Que refilled a cup of tea for this cheap master: "Master, if a disciple has no spiritual roots, how can he talk about cultivation? He is just a handyman disciple here, getting up earlier than a chicken and sleeping better than a dog. It’s too late, it’s better to go back to the human world and enjoy those happy and carefree days.”
Wen Qingquan was stunned as he held the tea cup...
The cultivator's severe punishment was met with a change of attitude, but in the eyes of the young man opposite him, the reason was that he couldn't practice at all!
"Master, to be honest with you, it is a waste of time for this disciple to be here, so I hope that the master will tell the disciple where he lives. When he returns home, he will definitely add some worldly things to the sect."
Xu Que's question seemed strange, but it was reasonable, because when he traveled through time, the predecessor of this body suffered a severe head injury and lost consciousness. When he woke up, he asked the master who he was, but the cheap master did not He was willing to tell him that he could just concentrate on cultivating and forget about it in the world.
Today, he has stopped practicing and is about to leave the sect, so the master should tell him about him.
Wen Qingquan raised his head and looked into the distance. After a long time, he said: "I didn't intend to stir up trouble. Now that things have come to this, I'd better tell you everything. In fact, these words were all told to me when you first entered the sect. Yes, I can’t tell whether it’s true or false…”
Hearing this, the corners of Xu Que's eyes twitched, and he felt as if he hadn't been to the toilet for several days.
But what Wen Qingquan said next shocked him...
He, Xu Que, is the youngest son of the Duke of Zhenyuan in the Great Yan State. His grandfather is the Duke of the State. Although his father is not as powerful as the old man, his military exploits have made him a marquis. In order to prevent the Great Yan court from being suspicious, Xu Que My father, Xu Maocai, prayed for the Tao of Heaven and sent him a hexagram: "Wu Shui and Wen Sheng were born towards Tao."
What does that mean? A more convincing statement is that if the descendants of his old Xu family were practicing martial arts, their family fortune would definitely fall into decline. After all, the new emperor above would not allow the Xu family to secure military power.
Although there are still martial arts practitioners in the Xu family, their achievements are not as good as those of their fathers. The only eldest cousin can only serve as a border town general at the border.
Literary... That poor thing is a joke. His eldest brother has been a scholar for five years and has not yet won the imperial examination. The second brother from the same school has been a child for eight years!
As for choosing the immortal path... Xu Que is the only one in the Duke's mansion!
And this was the reason why he was sent to Xuan Dao Sect.
In fact, Wen Qingquan was very conflicted at the time. He admired Xu Guogong, and because he was originally from the Great Yan Kingdom, he took over the matter. However, in the end, he was unable to let Xu Que enter the Taoist door. Now he is even facing expulsion. The punishment for leaving the sect.
"Hmph, it turns out that when I came to Xuan Dao Sect, there was such a bullshit story. I went all the way to Beimang for a batch of hexagrams. Master, is this batch of hexagrams reliable?" Xu Que asked with some arrogance.
Wen Qingquan glanced at Xu Que and said: "Although I don't know which Tianji expert the old prince has found to criticize the divination, the Tianji odd numbers are still very accurate in Taoism."
When Xu Que heard what Master Jianyi said, a hundred alpacas passed through his heart.
"This bullshit Tianji Criticism is obviously a mistake. For a person without spiritual roots, I am so cultivated that I probably won't be able to step into the path of cultivation on the day of sitting bones." Xu Que smiled mockingly to himself. He felt that the Tianji Dao was full of traps. After all, in modern society, Feng Shui and fortune tellers are all liars.
Wen Qingquan nodded in agreement: "Actually, my teacher has suspected it for a long time. It's not that there is anything wrong with the hexagram review, but that I suspect that your father made a mistake..."
Xu Que frowned slightly and raised his head to look at Master Jianyi.
Wen Qingquan continued: "Perhaps you are more suitable for literary education, while your brother is suitable for Taoism."
Xu Que didn't know if he was struck by a certain joke or something, but he nodded in agreement: "Master's judgment is very reasonable. My cheap prince must have made a mistake. If I can regret it, why don't I Go back to your mother’s womb and start over.”
Wen Qingquan's eyes twitched. He felt that since Xu Que woke up three months ago, he seemed to be a different person. Although he still couldn't practice, other places were very different from before, and he didn't know whether it would be good or bad for the future.
But at this moment, Xu Que was thinking about literary studies.
You know, there is an ancient tree in his brain, and every time it touches books and other classics, it can perfectly copy them, and even some broken classics can be perfectly analyzed. This weird and related method, if you use When it comes to literature and art, it is definitely a golden finger!
"On this point, Tianji Dao Sect should not be wrong, and your father will not be wrong either."
Hearing the resolute tone of the cheap master, Xu Que was a little confused and asked bluntly: "Why?"
"Do you think the Tao of literature is so easy to cultivate? Do you think you can enter the Tao of literature by knowing a few words? The principles of the Tao of literature are broad and profound, and the Tao of literature is the first of the eight ways. A single word can kill a strong enemy, and a single stroke can destroy a powerful enemy. Hundreds and thousands of soldiers, one word will make the evil demons retreat, how powerful it is to change the world. Compared with other cultivations, the threshold for literary education is also surprisingly high. Although your eldest brother is a scholar, he is also a person who has built a literary foundation. He is also a literary scholar in the Duke's Mansion. The perfect choice for Tao.”
Xu Que was a little confused. He felt that he had entered a misunderstanding. Wasn't it the world of immortality? Why is his literary skills so awesome? What else is the head of the Eight Paths?
What about killing a strong enemy with one word, defeating hundreds of thousands of soldiers with one stroke, the devil will retreat with one word, and that nonsense about changing the world?
As for Zhu Wenji, what the hell is that?
Why is Wen Dao not the same thing as the Wen Dao in his understanding?
"Master, this disciple will be expelled from the sect soon. I may not be able to serve you in the future. Why don't you tell me about the worldly affairs? The other disciples died on the road before they reached Dayan. "
Wen Qingquan nodded slightly. He didn't know whether it was because Xu Que's words moved him, or because he was the master of the Jiezhuo Pavilion, so he informed Xu Que of the world's cultivation system in quite detail.
After a while, Xu Queru was struck by lightning, and his inner world was like a huge wave, completely overturning his suspicions.
This world is extremely magical, consisting of eight major systems: literary Taoism, immortality, Buddhism, martial arts, demons, demons, heavenly secrets, and Gusi.
Among them, Wen Dao is undoubtedly the strongest.
Literati are not weak scholars, on the contrary, they represent the top people!
Poems, songs, calligraphy and painting, as long as they arouse the power of literature and art, they can all form real power.
What kind of paintings are made of ink, imprisoning and killing enemies? These are all real killings.
Flying thousands of miles in one word is just a step out of the door.
As for changing the world, it is not an abstract and imaginary method, but a method used by the top scholars.
"Master, the power of literary education is so powerful, why has no one in the sect ever talked about it?"
Xu Que's words were like pebbles breaking the calm surface of the lake, and Wen Qingquan, who originally wanted to continue speaking, was stunned.
Seeing the strange expression on his master's face, Xu Que was very puzzled. Did he say something wrong?
After a long while, Wen Qingquan let out a long sigh and finally said it...
In fact, the reasons are very simple. There are only two reasons. Wen Dao cannot be mentioned in Taoism. After all, the power of Wen Dao is higher than that of Immortal Dao. Whoever has nothing to do can always take the strongest licking flower.
But the second one is much more interesting, and it can be considered a big melon, that is, the sect leader was deeply hurt by Wen Dao.
The leader of the sect was a young saint who met a great scholar when she was traveling around the world. After being persecuted by this great scholar for the first time, she could not bear the humiliation and returned to the sect to practice. She thought she had achieved great success and sought revenge on that great scholar. .
This great Confucian is not a good bird either. Forget about being romantic and romantic, he is always in chaos and ends up giving up. The result is all kinds of mosaics...
After returning, she gave birth to a baby girl, and this baby girl is now the saint Cailian of Xuan Dao Sect.
After being humiliated one after another, the sect leader's foundation was also shaken, and his cultivation was even more difficult to improve.
For this reason, the entire Xuan Dao Sect will never mention literature, and also lists this damn literature as a taboo.
The corners of Xu Que's mouth twitched, and his eyes almost fell out...
Ah~ Sect Master, are you considered ignorant? The first time I was "harmed" could be explained by meeting a scumbag, but this second time... what was it called? Do you want to send "heads" for thousands of miles? Is this great accomplishment of cultivation watered down? He went away in high spirits, only to come back with a baby. Damn it... This is nothing but revenge!
Out of "respect" for the sect leader and the current situation, Xu Que could only nod cooperatively. As for the disciples of the Xuan Dao Sect... Haha, I'm about to be expelled. Do you still care about this?
"Okay, that's enough about the worldly affairs. You pack your belongings and I'll go to the outer door to make arrangements for your return." Wen Qingquan stood up and said.
"Well, thank you, master." Xu Que clasped his fists respectfully. He was sincerely grateful this time. After all, being expelled would allow Feizhou to be sent back to Dayan. This was no small favor.
Xu Que was busy packing his clothes in the room. Xin'er was busy behind him, but the smile on his face was obviously lost.
"Xin'er, brother is leaving, you should follow the master..." Xu Que said, touching the little girl's head.
Hearing Xu Que's words, tears suddenly fell from the little girl's eyes and she hugged Xu Que tightly.
Seeing the little girl's appearance, Xu Que couldn't speak any more, and patted the little girl's delicate back with some hesitation.
Just when Xu Que wanted to speak to comfort the little girl again, Wen Qingquan's voice came from the side: "Take her away, the Duke's mansion is rich, and there is no shortage of many pairs of chopsticks."
"Xin'er will follow brother wherever he goes." The little girl looked at Xu Que with tears in her eyes.
"The world is full of unknowns. Although we have good food and clothing, there are also many disasters. Okay, since you are willing to follow me, let's go back together." Xu Que said with a firm look.
When Xin'er heard that her brother was going to take her, she pushed her little head hard against Xu Que's clothes and wiped away her tears and nose.
In the Pavilion of Solving Confusion, Wen Qingquan was sitting alone on a futon. He looked at Xu Que and Xu Que in silence.
Xu Que and Xiner stood outside the pavilion. They kept looking towards the east, because that was the direction from which the flying boat came.
"Bang, bang bang..."
The sound of drums was like thunder, and a huge boat cut through the sky and stopped steadily above the Pavilion of Solving Confusion.
"The journey is long, never forget your true heart." Wen Qingquan's words reached Xu Que's ears.
Xu Que turned around and bowed respectfully: "Thank you, Master."
Just after Xu Que said goodbye, Wen Qingquan nodded slightly, waved his sleeves, and Xu Que and the little girl flew towards the giant boat in an instant.
Watching the giant boat leave, Wen Qingquan showed a cheerful smile, took out the flask on his waist and took a sip.
On the giant boat, as soon as Xu Que and Xiner turned around, they were stunned because the person standing opposite them was the Saint!
"The fifth elder has asked me to send you to the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom." The saint's face was calm, as if the previous matter had nothing to do with her.
Xu Que smiled awkwardly. Although he "clarified" the other party's doubts yesterday, he dared to swear that heaven and earth were proof that he had never crossed the line. He was just influenced by this feudal era... There is no way to explain this.
"Mr. Xu, the second room in the corridor is prepared for you." The saint said again.
"Heh...thank you Saint." Xu Que awkwardly clasped his fists and pulled Xiner towards his room.
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell Mr. Xu that the journey is long and it will take four days to reach the capital of the Yan Kingdom. Unless there are special circumstances, don't leave the room." The cold words of the saint sounded behind Xu Que.
The wind roared in his ears, and Xu Que felt like he was dying in the eighteenth level of hell.
"Holy girl...you are really kind and righteous..." Xu Que turned around and smiled.
"Huh, that's natural." The saint laughed disdainfully: "The world is all about the world. It is my nature as a Taoist to be happy and grudge. If I offend this saint, I will not let him go even if I chase him into the abyss. , but I will repay those who have shown kindness to this saint."
Haha... This is exactly the same as the sect leader who was "harmed", and even if he leaves the sect, it seems that this matter may still lead to mud.
Xu Que felt that he had a nice smile on his face, and gave a forced smile: "The appearance of a saint, a celestial being, and a human being, is magnified by her tolerance. How can it be that her shameless scorn must be repaid by villains? There is an old saying: The sea is vast, and the fish can leap high into the sky, and the birds can fly." , I think the saint must be the one with big breasts!"
The saint smiled and nodded. Although she didn't understand the true meaning of Xu Que's words, it was obvious that he was praising herself.
"Well, what you said makes sense. I won't do anything to you these days." The saint smiled slightly, waved her green sleeves, and instantly landed on the second floor observation deck.
Xu Que couldn't help but wipe the non-existent cold sweat.
Oh, as the old saying goes, people who deceive people must deceive them to death, otherwise they will definitely capsize.
The atmosphere was very good during the four days on the road. The Saint did not look for Xu Que again, and even asked people to give Xu Que and Xu Que some food.
Looking at the blue and white clouds and the thousands of miles of scenery, Xu Que was a little moved by the scenery. He wanted to recite a few poems from his previous life, but he didn't dare to do so. After all, he was on the Xuan Dao Sect's flying boat. If he dared to recite the poems of Wen Dao, He said, it is estimated that he will be ravaged by the saint a thousand times in the next moment.
The giant boat cut through the sky, and soon they saw a long Yangtze River, and a majestic and huge ancient city was reflected in the sight of Xu Que and others.
