After returning to the Delinquent Office, Jia Xingwen pulled Zhao Xun into a corner and lowered his voice: "Mingyun, to be honest, have you fallen in love with the Lord of Yonghe County?"
Zhao Xun expressed surprise: "How is it possible? I only met Yonghe County Lord once, how could we have feelings for each other?"
"The last words you said were so bitter."
"Yeah, how sour is it?"
"The kind that makes your teeth sore."
Well, it seems that Brother Jia still has a misunderstanding of my true strength. When it comes to earthy love stories, Zhao Xun has sufficient reserves, which is no less than the reserve of poems.
"That's all, let's not talk about this anymore."
Jia Xingwen took the initiative to change the subject: "You were trembling all over just now, but was it the same as when you were at Qinglong Temple?"
"Of course."
Zhao Xun nodded.
"This is it."
Jia Xingwen sighed: "I wasn't sure when I was at Qinglong Temple, but now I can basically conclude that you have advanced to the literary level by writing poems and reciting poems."
"Really?"
Although Zhao Xun had similar conjectures in his mind, he was still very happy to hear it from Jia Xingwen.
After all, Jia Xingwen is also a practitioner with more than ten years of experience and has a general understanding of various types of practice methods, unlike Zhao Xun who is completely blind.
"Nine times out of ten, that's the case."
Jia Xingwen explained: "Literary cultivation is similar to martial arts cultivation. There are also nine levels. The Qingxuan realm above the ninth level is a realm that can only be achieved by Confucian saints like Shan Zhang. Naturally, you don't need to think about it. Let's talk about it from the lowest level.
Starting. The ninth grade, the lowest level in Confucianism, corresponds to the state of investigating things, the eighth grade is the realm of knowledge, the seventh grade is the realm of sincerity, the sixth grade is the state of righteousness, the fifth grade is the realm of self-cultivation, the fourth grade is the realm of family harmony, the third grade is the realm of not being confused, and the second grade
In order not to worry about the situation, Yipin means not to be afraid of the situation.”
Zhao Xun heard this and complained: "Why does the level classification of literary cultivators sound so high-end, while martial arts cultivators are just soldiers and martial artists? It sounds very unworthy."
Jia Xingwen did not reply, but kept staring at Zhao Xun for a long time, then exhaled and said: "Judging from your current performance, you should have entered the Object Realm."
"My current martial arts cultivation level is also at the ninth level, which is the martial soldier realm. If the literary cultivation level also enters the realm of objects, wouldn't it be that I have two ninth levels in my body and two flowers of my own body."
Zhao Xun laughed at himself.
"Although I don't understand what you are saying, it sounds very powerful."
Jia Xingwen paused, then continued: "Do you feel any physical discomfort now?"
"That's not true. Except for the moment when I was reciting poems, my body trembled, and then it returned to normal."
Zhao Xun was a little confused and said: "Brother Jia, why doesn't my promotion of arts cultivation level help my martial arts cultivation level? I thought my martial arts cultivation level was going to be promoted."
"Each major practice system is relatively independent, otherwise it would be chaos."
Jia Xingwen hesitated for a moment and then said: "And generally speaking, once a practitioner chooses a practice direction, he will continue to practice along this path without hesitation. It is very dangerous to change the practice route without authorization midway, and it is very likely that You will become obsessed and lose your mind."
Zhao Xun was really shocked when he heard this.
"Really or not, Brother Jia, please don't scare me."
It would be too embarrassing if you practice well and go too far.
"What did I lie to you for? That's why I asked you if you felt unwell."
Jia Xingwen now really regards Zhao Xun as a friend. In addition, Zhao Xun's identity and background are very helpful for Jia Xingwen's career advancement. Jia Xingwen does not want Zhao Xun to ruin himself because he studies both literature and martial arts at the same time.
"Is there any solution then?"
"Unless you voluntarily give up one of the directions of practice, you have to gamble."
Jia Xingwen shook his head.
Zhao Xun fell into silence for a while.
Originally he thought this was a great joy, but now it seems that it is not as simple as he imagined.
First of all, after he read the book "The First Enlightenment of Wenzong", he saw Haoran Academy from the sea of consciousness.
Probably from that time on, Haoran Qi was poured into his body. Every time he recited poems, the power of Haoran Qi would increase until he broke the mirror and produced a product.
As for martial arts, it is even more unique.
Theoretically speaking, Zhao Xun was forcibly washed and marrow-replaced and brought into the realm of martial arts.
Jia Xingwen must bear some responsibility for this.
Of course, as a delinquent, he would inevitably have to parkour around the city of Chang'an in the middle of the night, not to mention chasing the murderer and investigating the case. It would indeed be too dangerous for Bai Ding, who is not a martial artist.
All I can say is that this is fate.
Zhao Xun did not expect that the two major systems of cultivation would be mutually exclusive, but it was obviously unrealistic for him to let go of either one now.
As for martial arts, he has already cleansed his marrow and replaced his bones. Is it possible that he has to cut off his own meridians?
As for Wen Xiu, it would be even more difficult to cut it off. The awe-inspiring energy has already entered his sea of consciousness. Does he want to force the awe-inspiring energy out of his head?
This is definitely unrealistic.
Now, Zhao Xun can only go one way until the end.
"Do you want to tell Mr. Feng about this?"
"You must not do it. Master Feng is a first-class martial arts saint. What he looks down upon most are scholars who cultivate literature. If he knows that you secretly practice literature, he will definitely not look good on you."
Jia Xingwen sighed and suggested: "For the current plan, the only way is for you to practice more Taoist techniques of breathing and breathing to reconcile the civil and military atmosphere in your body. Only in this way can we ensure that you will not go crazy and lose your mind."
What?
Study the Taoist method of breathing and exhaling again?
Dual cultivation is enough to give Zhao Xun a headache, but add another Tao method?
As if seeing Zhao Xun's worry, Jia Xingwen explained: "The Taoist breathing method is very special and will not affect other systems. I happen to know a Taoist priest who is highly respected and highly qualified. I will go there the next day.
He asked for a book on nourishing qi. You can take it and study it. It should be helpful."
Zhao Xun quickly nodded his thanks: "Thank you so much, Brother Jia."
Originally, Zhao Xun's master, Wu Quanyi, was also a Taoist priest with a very high level of cultivation, but his magic dragon has never seen its beginning and end, and now it seems that there is no hope for him.
Unexpectedly, a trip to Qujiang Pool failed to relax and caused a lot of trouble.
Compared with the appointment with the Qujiang Poetry Society with Yonghe County Lord Li Taiping a month later, Zhao Xun was more concerned about who was the murderer of the supervisory censor He Yuanshan.
After all, this case has not been completely concluded yet.
Who is the murderer?
Are the people from the demon sect mentioned by the East Vietnamese swordsmen violently murdering people for some reason, or are the big bosses hiding in the dark in the court trying to destroy He Yushi's mouth?
Or is there someone else?
No matter which one it was, Zhao Xun could feel that there was a big hand in the sky above Chang'an City, and it might take a picture at any time.
At this moment, Zhao Xun has become a pawn in this chess game. Whether he wants to or not, he has to go on.