"What a poem. Ning Yan really has a peerless poetic talent." Li Mubai made a "pop" sound and high-fived her vigorously.

His expression was extremely excited, reflecting both the surprise of a scholar when seeing a good poem and the anticipation of how the college students would react after seeing this poem.

Zhang Shen didn't comment. He looked at Xu Qi'an with more and more admiration and pride, as if the other person was really the student he brought out.

"The words are simple, but meaningful. The lights are on at three o'clock and the chickens are on at five o'clock, which is when men are studying...Brother Jinyan, do you still remember the days when we were young and studied in the college?"

Chen Tai tasted this poem to encourage students to learn, and he felt profoundly impressed and had a long aftertaste.

Zhang Shen was stunned for a moment, recalling the first half of his studies, and said sadly:

"Isn't this what we were talking about back then? When I was young, my family was poor and I could only eat two steamed buns a day. I was often hungry in the middle of the night, so I had to stay up late and study hard."

Li Mubai said quietly: "Is this the reason why you steal my eggs every three days?"

Zhang Shen said displeasedly: "How can you call it stealing when you are a scholar? It's just borrowing, and I won't pay you back later."

Li Mubai puffed his beard and stared: "A chicken egg when I was poor is as good as a thousand pieces of gold now."

Chen Tai coughed, interrupting the quarrel between the two friends, and looked at Xu New Year: "Resigning from the past, after the Spring Festival, no matter what your ranking is, you are qualified to be an official. Have you considered the future?"

The sudden cut to the topic made everyone feel uncomfortable. Zhang Shen and Li Mubai shut up and subconsciously made plans for Xu Cijiu.

Chen Tai looked at the two great scholars who were hesitant to speak, and did not give them a chance to speak: "Generally speaking, staying in the capital first and then going abroad is the right path for promotion in the officialdom. Although I am not an official, I have some experience in the Dafeng officialdom.

With a little respect, I can help you plan your stay in Beijing."

As a teacher, Zhang Shen immediately beamed: "That's very nice. I'd like to say goodbye, so why don't you thank Brother Chen quickly?"

"No, no, if you really want to repay me, I do have an idea..." Chen Tai said with a smile.

Listening to their old friend's words, Zhang Shen and Li Mubai felt something was wrong.

No one said they wanted to repay you.

I heard Chen Tai smile and say: "Ning Yan, you are a piece of rough jade. If you want to become something useful, you still need to polish it. These two old men are very rough, so you can switch to my sect."

"Go away, shameless old thief." Li Mubai and Zhang Shen were furious.

Xu Qian seized the opportunity and immediately said: "Two gentlemen, Ning Yan does have a question to ask."

I came to Yunlu Academy today for free.

"This junior has been stuck in the Qi Refining Realm for a long time. Because he has no merit and his family is poor, he never has the resources or opportunities to step into the Qi Refining Realm." Xu Qian bowed at 90 degrees and bowed:

"Sir, please help me open the Heavenly Gate."

This was the second purpose of his coming to the academy, although he could sell the magic weapon given by Song Qing in exchange for the money to open the Tianmen.

But that is not happy at all. Xu Qian is a person who pursues happiness.

Zhang Shen shook his head and laughed: "You are in a hurry and seek medical treatment. We are practicing Confucianism and Taoism. How can we help you open the gate of heaven? How the warrior's Qi circulates in the body and how to follow the meridians is something that only you warriors know."

The difference between the systems is greater than I thought... Xu Qi'an was a little disappointed and asked unwillingly: "I don't understand, since opening the Tianmen requires the help of masters above the God Refining Realm, how did the first people open it?"

Tianmen?"

"Do you think the road to martial arts was created by someone? Was it achieved overnight?" Li Mubai asked him before drinking the tea cup.

Xu Qian shook his head and said he didn't know.

"It was developed by generations of people," Li Mubai said slowly: "Perhaps the essence refining realm was already at its peak in the beginning. Someone opened the Heavenly Gate by chance, and the qi refining realm became the pinnacle of martial arts.

It took many years to form a complete martial arts system."

"A coincidence?" Xu Qian caught the key word.

"It is the safest and most convenient way for a master of the God Refining Realm to help open the Heavenly Gate, but it is not the only one." This time it was Chen Tai who took over the topic and said with a smile:

"When a baby is born, he has an innate true energy in his mouth. As he grows older, the Heavenly Gate closes and the innate true energy is stored in the body. If he wants to regain control of this energy, he must open the closed Heavenly Gate again."

Xu Qian nodded. People eat whole grains and grains, which produce impurities that block the Tianmen and the movement of Qi.

His second uncle had taught him these theoretical knowledge before.

"There are many methods. In addition to the familiar method of opening the sky gate, there are two methods: one, the breathing and breathing method."

"The breathing method needs to be practiced since childhood, taking medicinal baths every day, cleansing the meridians, and penetrating the heavenly gate. After more than ten years, it has cost countless money. This method has been eliminated."

"The second method is to use external force to open the Heavenly Gate, which is also a stupid method adopted by the original predecessors. For example, the Demon Swallowing Pill.

"The demon pill is the condensed essence of the demon clan's Taoism. It contains majestic energy. If you swallow the demon pill, the majestic power will forcefully open the eight extraordinary meridians. However, because it cannot be controlled, it is a method of narrow escape."

So that's it...Although I didn't get it for nothing, I still got it for nothing, so it's not a loss...Xu Qian said gratefully: "Thank you, gentlemen, for teaching me."

Look, he is humble and polite, and his words are nice. The three great scholars smiled and stroked their beards, and were extremely satisfied with Xu Qi'an.

...

Located in the center of the academy is the Sage Academy, also known as the Sage Temple, which enshrines the first person in history who pioneered Confucianism and Taoism.

Outside the Sage Academy, the large terrace paved with bluestones is enough to accommodate all the students of Yunlu Academy.

The dean of the academy will gather students here every spring and autumn, and impassionedly mobilize the students to study hard, obtain merit, and die exhausted for the country.

There is a low wall with mottled red paint on the large flat, and there is a layer of paper stuck to the wall that cannot be peeled off.

This wall is the bulletin board of Yunlu Academy, used to post articles, poems, calligraphy and paintings by the gentlemen of the academy, as well as occasional outstanding works from students.

Then there are some notices from the academy.

Two bookboys came to the notice. One held a roll of paper, and the other smeared rice paste on the notice wall. Then they worked together to unfold a huge piece of paper as high as one person and pasted it on the notice wall.

Such an action immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding students, especially the huge piece of paper that was as tall as a person.

"What's posted? Let's go over and take a look."

"Hey, it's not an article, it seems to be a poem... What's so interesting about that?"

"After Master Ziyang left the academy, it made no difference whether the poems written by the gentlemen and great scholars in our academy were read or not."

As he spoke, the students gathered in groups under the low wall and stared at the huge paper for the new post.

The handwriting on the paper is flying and flying, penetrating through the back of the paper, and there is a fierce meaning between the turning of the pen and the strokes.

"This is Mr. Zhang's calligraphy." Some students recognized it.

More students were looking intently at the poems on the paper.

"It's the third watch of the lights and the fifth watch of the chickens. It's the time for men to study... I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. After the autumn period, I never stayed up to read at night again."

"This poem may seem simple and ordinary at first glance, but it reveals profound truths and is thought-provoking."

"Where is the simplicity and commonplace? Black hair does not know how to study hard early, and white hair regrets studying late! The road is as simple as possible, and the wise and wise sayings are all in it."

"Bai Shoufang regretted that he was late in studying... I used to be too lax, indulged in talking with hands, traveling in the mountains, and spent less and less energy on studying. Only after reading this poem did I realize that I will definitely regret it in the future.

of."

"Which great scholar wrote this poem?"

More and more people crowded under the low wall and looked up at the poem on the wall. After being immersed in their emotions, they resonated greatly with this poem to encourage students to learn.

The scene depicted in the first couplet makes the students feel ashamed. Although they study hard, who can do it when the lights are on at three o'clock and the chicken is on watch at five o'clock?

But this is not a lie, because such examples do exist. The great scholars and gentlemen in the academy often use their own examples to warn students.

Some of the students who work very hard also stay up late and study hard like this.

What really makes young students palpitate is the second couplet: Black-haired people don’t know how to study diligently early, white-haired people regret studying late.

As if to announce what will happen to them in the future, some young people who have been neglecting their studies recently, after asking themselves, have a feeling of palpitations, fearing that they will regret it when they die in the future.

Deep in my heart, I felt like I would live up to my spring glory and study hard.

Not far away, at the edge of Daping, three great scholars watched this scene. Chen Tai stroked his beard and laughed: "They all say that poetry is useless, but they don't know that poetry is the most touching. Xu Ningyan is truly a peerless poetic talent."

Seeing that the poem to encourage students to learn actively aroused the emotions of the students, Zhang Shen couldn't help but smile on his face: "This is true, he only spent a cup of tea. This level, let alone today, is unprecedented throughout history.

, can also be ranked among the best.”

Li Mubai suddenly asked: "He said that he had abandoned his studies long ago. Do you believe it?"

The two great scholars nodded at the same time, and Li Mubai couldn't help but smile: "Why do you see that?"

"When he was composing poems, he let Cijiu do the writing for him," Zhang Shen said.

"As a scholar, how can you let others write poems for you?" Chen Tai added: "Unless he is not good at calligraphy."

All scholars are proficient in calligraphy, which is a basic skill.

Li Mubai lamented: "What a pity, he is already in his prime and it is too late to turn to Confucianism."

Chen Tai was heartbroken: "To learn martial arts with such talent is a waste of resources."

A rough martial artist is not worthy of Xu Ningyan's amazing talent.

Zhang Shen seemed to have remembered something and said angrily: "I heard from Cijiu that when they were young, their father made a decision that Cijiu would study instead of practicing martial arts at banquets."

"Then Xu Pingzhi is not a son of a man and has wasted a seed of education. It is really hateful and disgusting." Li Mubai said bitterly.

The two great scholars deeply agreed.
Chapter completed!