The night is as cold as water.
Ren Ji cleaned the horses, poured water into the manger, and spread hay. This was the end of the day's work.
He stretched out, looked up at the moon in the sky, and suddenly seemed to see the round face on the boat.
Ren Ji shook his head and threw this thought out of his mind. He sat on Ma Peng's railing and took out a strange musical instrument from his arms.
This instrument was made of rough clay, but now it is as smooth as jade. It was shaped like a kettle, with an opening at one end and six small holes on the front, just enough to cover with your fingers.
This is called Xun, and it was the musical instrument that her mother was best at during her lifetime. When he was six years old, he bought it from his mother's former madam with the money he earned from cleaning the deck of a boat for a month, and he has always carried it with him.
He consulted all the musicians on Zuixinghe and learned how to play the xun.
At this time, he put the xun to his mouth, and suddenly a desolate melody sounded in the night.
The sound of the xun is long and lingering.
In the guest room, Lao Huang, the owner of the caravan, finished calculating today's accounts and opened the window upon hearing the sound.
He saw the young man who was begging to join his caravan on the way, intoxicated by the sound of the xun, with a smile on his face.
This young man stopped his caravan outside Lanling City and asked to go with him. He could do any work, as long as food and accommodation were included. Seeing that he was sincere, Lao Huang nodded and agreed.
Lao Huang's business mainly involves trading specialties between Lanling City near the sea in Yuezhou and Huangteng City in the central part of Yuezhou. The business is not big, but it is still a bit of a family business. In his early years, he could not afford to hire a guard, and his son was robbed by bandits while transporting goods. The son chased the bandits without mercy, and lost his life, leaving only a granddaughter for him to take care of.
The young man named Aji below, after getting to know him in the past two days, is down-to-earth, hard-working, and kind-hearted. Based on Lao Huang's vision of traveling all over the world for many years, he decided that he was a good boy.
"Anyway, we still have ten days to go to Huangteng City. Let's learn more about him. If it's good, it would be good to recruit him as a grandson-in-law and inherit my family fortune."
Lao Huang thought to himself and closed the window silently.
…
"Ren Ji?" Chen Luo looked at the list in his hand, and the geographical location of Yuezhou came to mind.
Darling, that’s in the Daxuan East Territory. Beyond Yuezhou is the Sea of Stars.
It is tens of thousands of miles away from Zhongjing.
This Xiao Ji stays with him every day, and all he has is the original manuscript. He reads the entire manuscript without waiting for updates. Occasionally, he will explain the plot to him. He even reads the newspaper every day even though he is tens of thousands of miles away. No one can compare!
Shame on you!
"Su Qianqian, the name should be a girl." Although they are both 227chen, but she is ranked second, she must be a little bit more than Xiao Ji.
Not even comparable to a little girl, shame on you!
What? Xiao Ji is a Confucian genius? Oh, that's okay.
Chen Luo read the entire list from beginning to end and found that the names ranked ninety-ninth and one hundred were both Jiujiu Chen, but the names were a bit eye-catching.
Ninety-ninth place: Yan Baichuan.
The 100th place: Song Tuizhi.
"Pfft..." The tea in Chen Luo's mouth spurted out, "What's going on?"
The fourth senior brother clearly told himself that after entering the realm of Confucianism, he would not be confused by external things. It is easy for them to sense the worldly energy in themselves, but because they have already walked their own path on the Confucian road to heaven, it is difficult for them to substitute their own emotions and experience the world in the book.
Chen Luo understands this very well. After all, whether it is Jin, Gu, Liang, Wen or the Four Great Classics, they are defined as popular literature, meant for the general public. The great Confucians were all academician-level figures in their previous lives. You can do it if you like, but it is not necessary to study nature.
To put it another way, it’s like a child will be sad for a long time when seeing the failure of the Iron Armored Baby, while an adult man who has experienced vicissitudes of life will only smile knowingly at the female traffic policeman among them.
but……
Chen Luo looked at the list, and he was ranked in the top 100 of the entire Daxuan. Do you still think it is difficult to join?
Is there any heavenly principle?
Chen Luo thought for a while and asked Bai Xiaosheng: "Old Bai, can we not let those great scholars in? At most, they are in the realm of Confucian scholars!"
Bai Xiaosheng nodded: "No problem!"
After saying that, Bai Xiaosheng waved his hand towards the list, and immediately some of the rankings on it changed, but not much. However, the names of Yan Baichuan and Song Tuizhi were topped by two other names.
Chen Luo suddenly thought of something and asked: "By the way, you just checked the mortal aura of those great scholars, will they notice it?"
Bai Xiaosheng shook his head: "I didn't take the initiative to investigate, but just sensed the feedback from the martial arts. The red dust energy is retained in their bodies, and the information will naturally be reflected in the martial arts."
Good guy! Isn't this just a bunch of agreements with your eyes closed before opening the app?
This stuff smells really good if you use it yourself!
"However, I can also sense that some traces have been erased by others. It should be that an expert discovered the existence of this kind of feedback and took the initiative to disperse the worldly atmosphere or create a barrier. Those two people must be close to the Lord, so they did not Cover up."
Chen Luo nodded, it was only reasonable to say this. Otherwise, if he could spy on the great scholar at will, wouldn't that be against the will of heaven... No, he might be beaten to death first!
"Okay." Chen Luo nodded, "The dust list is too ugly. Since it is a list that counts the amount of worldly energy, let's call it the list of abundance."
Bai Xiaosheng: "My lord, please be more serious."
Chen Luo smiled awkwardly: "If you cultivate Hongchen Qi, you will be considered a martial artist. Let's call it Hongchen Wubang."
Bai Xiaosheng: "Yes!"
In addition, just erase the amount of red dust behind it so that only I can see it. "
Bai Xiaosheng: "Yes!"
…
Wenchang Pavilion.
Yan Baichuan, who was busy copying a book, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Wan'anbo Mansion.
"Strange, why did I feel like I was being spied on just now?" Yan Baichuan wondered, "Is it related to the red dust energy in my body?"
"I wonder if Mr. Mang has noticed it? Forget it, that reckless man is still in his right state of mind, so he definitely won't notice it!"
"Maybe Chen Luo has come up with something weird again."
"Forget it, forget it, there are still eight thousand copies of "The Swordsman" to copy, let's forget about it for now!"
"But that kid probably didn't realize that I was a fan of his books!"
"Never admit it!"
…
Zhili, Qingyu Lane.
The flames surged into the sky.
The fire rocks that the Su family had just bought and were going to send to the kiln tomorrow were all ignited almost instantly, and the huge Su mansion was like a sea of fire.
Several men in black escaped from the house.
"Damn it, who doesn't have eyes and lights the fire rock?"
"Brother, I don't know. We are all waiting outside the door. By the way, brother, how does that maid feel?"
The leading man licked his lips: "The thin skin and tender flesh are much better than those sluts in brothels. It's a pity that Miss Su Mansion was not caught, otherwise I would be so happy."
"Brother, we haven't moved the warehouse yet, what should we do now?"
The boss turned back and glanced at the fire in the Su Mansion: "Huh, go ask that Mr. Ge for money! If he doesn't give it, I will expose this matter and we will all die together!"
"Yes, let's all die together!"
"Let's go, the fire fighters will be here soon!"
Several men in black nodded and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
At this time, a figure slowly appeared at the door of Su Mansion, it was Su Qianqian.
In Su Qianqian's hand, she held a crushed Taoist talisman.
This is a gift given to the Su family by a real person.
At the critical moment, my brother went to block those men in black, and my father gave him this talisman!
The maid Cui'er changed into her own clothes and sat in the boudoir.
Looking at the blazing Su Mansion, Su Qianqian's heart ached and she couldn't stop crying.
Tweety, no more.
Brother, no more.
Daddy, no more.
Su Qianqian heard what the man in black just said.
"Ge Yunqing!"
"And those beasts!"
"I, Su Qianqian, will never let you go even if I turn into a ghost!"
Su Qianqian almost bit her lip until it bled...
…
"Huh...it's finally finished!"
Fourth watch, Holy Page Square. All the students could hardly raise their hands.
Kong Tianfang and several heads of the hospital did not show any gestures. They leaned on their seats one by one, looking at the mountains of manuscripts in front of them, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"I've tried my best!" Kong Tianfang sighed, "I will never touch a pen again within three days!"
Another head of the hospital waved his hand: "Don't say three days, I will never write a word within seven days!"
"Do you know what I am thinking now?" said the third head of the Confucian Academy, "Why did you practice calligraphy so hard back then!"
"We will become Wan Anbo's word slave!"
As soon as these words came out, several of the chief scholars looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"Okay, Tianyi, those students who did not participate in the copying are responsible for sending the manuscript of "The Swordsman". Have this been arranged properly?"
Tian Haiyi nodded: "It's all settled. But I think this "Swordsman" is also coming to an end. It should be almost finished."
The female scholar from Red Sleeve Academy nodded: "Die Fei said there are still three chapters! But Wan Anbo has already drafted the story after "Swordsman"!"
Kong Tianfang smiled and nodded: "I wonder what kind of wonderful article it will be! What martial arts is hidden in it! That's all, I'm doing something today, how about we go to Beifeng Tower to wake up early?"
"Wonderful, I haven't been to Beifeng Tower yet!"
"Yes, that Huazui Nansheng took the salary from my academy, but he doesn't give lectures in the academy. He still goes to Beifeng Tower to tell stories every day. How hateful!"
"Then you should fire him?"
"dream!"
The great scholars laughed again.
Suddenly, Cheng Diefei burst in: "Dear heads of the academy!"
The female scholar from Red Sleeve Academy frowned: "Die Fei, why don't you know the rules? This is the elegant room at the head of the academy, why are you so reckless?"
Cheng Diefei quickly saluted and apologized: "Diefei made a mistake, and I will apologize later. But Wan Anbo has an urgent manuscript here, saying that it must be published in today's "Da Xuanmin Daily"!"
Kong Tianfang waved his hand: "But what are the next chapters of "Swordsman"? Let's wait for the supplement to be sent out tomorrow? I and all the students can't even pick up a pen!"
"No, Wan Anbote explained that it is inconvenient to publish this article in the supplement, so it can only be placed in the "Da Xuan Min Daily"!" With that, Cheng Diefei handed over a few thin pages of paper.
When Kong Tianfang saw the thickness of the paper, he became confused and his eyes widened instantly.
""Red Dust Martial Arts List"?"
"This list is a list of the amount of mortal qi in the body of people who have cultivated mundane qi. It changes every month."
"Everyone who enters this list will get the top spot..."
"You can get the second place on the list..."
"You can get third on the list..."
…
Kong Tianfang read the introduction of "Red Dust Martial Arts List" at a glance and turned to the next page.
"First place: Yuezhou, Ren Ji."
"Second place, Zhili, Su Qianqian."
"Third place, Mangzhou, Ji Zhong."
…
Kong Tianfang took a breath of air, handed the manuscript in his hand to the other heads of the academy, and sighed, "This Wan Anbo announced his martial arts yesterday, and today he is ranked, one after another."
"He really doesn't treat me as a human being!"
Cheng Diefei ignored Kong Tianfang's emotion and asked anxiously: "Chief of the Confucius Institute, can you add me today? I have to go back to revive my uncle!"
Kong Tianfang glanced at the head of the House and said with a wry smile: "Go on!"
The head of the House of Representatives nodded: "As soon as this list comes out, how many people will jump over the dragon's gate!"
"As long as Wan Anbo can continue his martial arts, they will be the first batch of people to follow him!"
"That's all, don't miss anyone's future."
"The students are all tired. It's just a few pages. I'll do it for you."
"Then I will make an exception and write again."
"Tongti! Tongti!"
Suddenly there was another burst of laughter in the elegant room.
…
After a busy night, Zhongjing City finally ushered in the morning.
Every selling point in the streets and alleys was filled with people, who had been queuing up since last night.
I didn't have the read-through talent before, so there's nothing to say about it.
Today there is one that everyone can read, so how can you miss it?
Confucian scholars everywhere are promoting it. In order to make it readable by everyone in Zhongjing City, all the Confucian scholars, masters, and great Confucian scholars who "penned a thousand words" worked hard all night long and stayed up all night.
This scene will never happen again. They are all anxiously waiting for the manuscript to be sold!
Soon, "Da Xuan Min Bao" and previous supplements escorted by Fuzijing appeared in people's sight. Although they were anxious, the people still waited patiently for the students to arrange everything.
Until I heard a voice: "For sale!"
Immediately the team rushed forward.
But before I could get it, I saw the eye-catching front page of the Daxuanmin newspaper——
"Red Dust Martial Arts List"!
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