There is a weirdo in the middle courtyard.

He is a loner and taciturn. After class, he rushes to Jingxin Pavilion without doing anything else. He just likes to copy books, which lasts all day long.

Some familiar people said that this man was the son of Zhang Zonghan of the current Zhu Dynasty. Everyone was in an uproar. Why did a son of a warrior come to the academy to study Confucianism, Taoism and sages?

Later, someone spread the gossip, and then they found out that this person was the fourth son of the Zhang family, that martial arts waste, and everyone expressed their understanding.

Since I am incompetent in martial arts, I want to make a fortune through Confucianism and Taoism.

But why is he in the middle court and not the lower house?

This is intriguing.

The young Confucian scholar who was up to no good took advantage of the get out of class and made an impassioned speech with a sad and indignant look on his face. He talked about the shameless tricks Zhang Zhuguo had done. After careful consideration, Zhang Yuchen was allowed to enter the academy, where he mingled with these romantic talents and received a round of applause. Sound.

Some people sighed sadly, secretly guessing whether this was another signal from the court, and whether the poor and unfortunate Fourth Young Master was a dangerous move by someone, which also made people worried.

In short, everything was said, but no one said anything good about Zhang Yuchen.

And he doesn't care.

Everything is inferior, only copying books is superior!

"The 380th successful copying of books, reward: Tongbilu"

Zhang Yuchen suddenly stopped his hand, staring at the crystal-green book in his mind.

Although I have copied a lot of books, there are not many useful things. Most of them are talismans, elixirs and the like.

If he didn't plan to become a Confucian saint, he felt that opening a pill shop would be more than enough.

But this time, I finally got something good.

Tongbilu is also one of the treasured books of Confucianism and Taoism.

This book was once carved by an unknown Confucian sage using jade as paper and righteousness as pen. It is a first-class treasure record.

Not only is it full of mysteries, but because it is nourished by righteousness, it is a good mysterious treasure in itself and can be used as a weapon.

Even if we don't talk about these, the value of its materials and vintage are enough to make people jealous.

"Although it is a treasure, I already have a Wenchang pen. There is no need for gold or silver in this academy. I will read it before talking about it."

"After understanding this Tongbilu, I should be able to reach the realm of Nayake."

Zhang Yuchen looked at the fire with a cave, and a slight sense of coolness flowed into his body, making him unable to help but make a sound of relief.

The next moment, his path was perfect. Under the constant influence of heaven, he did not encounter any lag and completed the improvement of his realm very smoothly.

[Dao Xing: Twenty years of Bocai.]

Bocai, as the name suggests, has broad talents.

Only when he reaches this state can he truly enter the key point of Confucianism and Taoism.

Because the awe-inspiring righteousness in this realm has turned from running water into a stream, it can control objects with Qi, which is a bit like a cultivator.

"Huh."

Zhang Yuchen is satisfied. There are so many works in the Ming Dynasty Academy that he doesn’t need to worry about copying them all. He expects that his realm will also be rapidly improved.

He just needs to be patient and wait until the day he quietly becomes a Confucian sage. The world is still under his control!

"But..."

He took out the bronze medal he had received earlier and looked at the third floor of the Jingxin Pavilion, feeling a little silent for a while.

There are four floors in the Jingxin Pavilion, corresponding to the upper, middle and lower floors, and there is also a top floor. Only the top students in the academy can go there.

Because he is a student of the Intermediate School, this bronze medal can only allow him to read books on the first and second floors.

If you want to go to the third floor, you need a jade plaque from the Upper House.

It is said that there are more sage books on the third floor, and there are also some unique copies that have long been forgotten by the world. Zhang Yuchen was very jealous after hearing this.

But to be promoted from the Middle Court to the Upper House, you not only need to get first place in the results, but also write an article or poem that is recognized by them at the request of the great scholars.

The conditions are extremely harsh.

It is precisely because of this that the upper, middle and lower houses are clearly distinguished, with some being superior and others being humble.

"That's all, there should be opportunities in the future."

Zhang Yuchen felt something in his heart and was about to pack his things and leave when a voice suddenly came from his ear:

"Alas, alas, my dear friend, please stay!"

Zhang Yuchen frowned slightly and looked back, only to see a meat ball rushing towards him!

He waved his hand gently and stopped this unstoppable meat ball.

"I'm really sorry, my dear, you are so skilled!"

The meatball was knocked to the ground, and then he let out a sigh of relief. Two small eyes the size of soybeans appeared on his fat face. He looked at Zhang Yuchen with a happy face:

"If my dear friend hadn't helped me, I would have fallen down the stairs!"

"I don't know your name?"

Zhang Yuchen had no intention of communicating with others, so he turned around and left.

The meatball saw that Zhang Yuchen was not paying attention to him at all, so he moved over:

"My dear friend, I see you have been standing on the stairs on the third floor. Are you trying to go up there?"

Only then did Zhang Yuchen stop:

"Do you have any idea?"

"Yes, of course!"

Seeing that Zhang Yuchen was interested, the fat boy finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"My name is Chai Dao, and I am a student of the Lower Court. My father is a famous and wealthy businessman in Yujing..."

Seeing that Zhang Yuchen was about to leave again, Chai Dao had no choice but to say:

"I have a jade plaque from the Upper House. As long as my dear friend makes a deal with me, this jade plaque will be yours!"

After that, he took out a warm jade card from his sleeve, and Zhang Yuchen was stunned for a moment.

"Can this thing still be bought and sold?"

"If the price is right, there is no business that cannot be done in the world!"

"But I don't have money."

"I'm not asking for my brother's money!"

Chai Dao chuckled and winked at Zhang Yuchen:

"I have been observing my dear friend for a long time. You must be a member of the Central Court, right? Seeing you copying books here every day, I guess you are very talented and rich, and you have the style of a Confucian sage."

"You also know that the academy's assessment is very strict. The lower house will have an assessment in the next few days. But I came here just to become a Confucian scholar. How do I know this?"

"So I would like to use my talents to help you answer this question for me."

After saying that, he secretly took out a piece of paper from his arms:

"The question this time is about ambitions. What ambitions does my mother have? I can survive until graduation."

"But if you answer like this, then the old gentleman can't beat me to death with a bamboo stick!"

"So what do you think? If you are willing to do this business, this jade plaque from the Upper House will be yours!"

Zhang Yuchen stared at the fat man with interest, until the latter started to feel weak, then he nodded slightly:

"Okay, I promise you."

"Get pen and ink!"

"Okay!"

Chai Dao quickly took the pen and paper and handed it to Zhang Yuchen. The latter waved his hair and wrote eloquently before handing it over to Chai Dao. Before Chai Dao could thank him, he grabbed the jade pendant and left calmly.
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"Dear friend, I haven't inspected the goods yet..."

Chai Dao raised his head, where was the shadow of Zhang Yuchen in front of him?

"It's bad. We have been doing business for so long. Could it be that this time we ran into a bad guy?"

Chai Dao felt sad in his heart, and then he lowered his head and looked at the cultural treasure in his hand.

That is a poem.

"The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars ninety thousand miles away?"

"Oops, I'm uneducated and can't understand what it means."

"But it seems to rhyme? Forget it, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Memorize it first and then talk about it!"
Chapter completed!