Having made his decision, Zhao Xun began to write without hesitation.
Writing a book requires striking while the iron is hot.
If you delay for one day, you will delay for a month. If you delay for one month, it will delay for a year.
It drags on endlessly and finally becomes a complete eunuch.
Does writing rely on passion? No! It relies on subscriptions and rewards from the sponsor dad!
Zhao Xun became enthusiastic when he thought about how he would become a hit in Chang'an City after writing Nie Xiaoqian and make a fortune every day.
Well coding makes me happy!
He wrote:
Ning Caichen, a Taoist from the south of the Yangtze River, has a generous nature and is honest and self-respecting. Every couple said: "There is no difference in life." Shi went to Wuzhou and went to Beiguo, where he dressed up as Lanruo. The temple's central hall and tower were magnificent, but there was no one in the basil. It looks like Jue's whereabouts. The east and west monk's houses have their doors ajar, but the small house in the south has the keys as new. Looking at the east corner of the hall, there are bamboo arches, there is a huge pond under the steps, and the wild lotus roots are in bloom. I really enjoy its secluded nature. .If you know how to learn, the case will come, the city and the building are expensive, and you will leave behind when you think...
Except for changing Zhejiang to Jiangnan Road and Jinhua to Wuzhou, Zhao Xun basically made no changes.
He clasped his hands together and muttered silently: Mr. Pu Songling is sorry.
Zhao Xun is a very prolific writer and quickly finished an entire Liaozhai.
The novels of this era are not as lengthy as the online articles of later generations. Basically, each novel has a few thousand words, and the novel collection is only tens of thousands of words.
A hundred thousand words can be considered a novel.
A novel with hundreds of thousands of words like Dream of Red Mansions is a super long novel.
Nowadays, the books published by bookstores are all thin booklets, and even for reading, one afternoon is enough to finish them.
Zhao Xun read it through again, and after confirming that there were no errors, he put the manuscript paper away with satisfaction and prepared to send someone to give it to Wangcai.
In this great Zhou Dynasty, who can compare to me, Zhao Mingyun, in terms of speed and detail?
It was agreed that the manuscript would be delivered in three days, but it was already finished on the first day.
The next step is to take a good rest.
Zhao Xun has been working hard for so long, so it’s time to catch up on some sleep.
Zhao Xun got up and walked to the bed, fell down and fell asleep.
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Zhao Xun had a dream in which he was in a mountain temple.
The surrounding walls of the mountain temple have collapsed, and most of the roof has collapsed.
Overgrown with grass and dense green plants.
Zhao Xun looked around, his eyes full of shock.
Where is he? Why is he having this dream?
The key is that he still knows that he is dreaming...
"follow me!"
After a while, Zhao Xun heard a sound like a loud bell.
He followed the direction of the voice, and the voice sounded again, as if it was deliberately leading him.
"follow me!"
Zhao Xun seemed to be possessed by a demon, and his body began to move involuntarily.
He didn't know how long he had been walking when a huge archway appeared in front of him.
Four words were written to Haoran Academy.
Zhao Xun was extremely surprised.
Haoran Academy?
Before, he only had a glimpse of Haoran Academy in the sea of consciousness, but now he dreamed about it in his dream.
If it was a coincidence once, it cannot be explained like this twice.
Is it possible that there really is some chance between him and Haoran Academy?
"follow me!"
Zhao Xun instinctively opened his legs and continued to walk forward in the direction of the sound.
When he came to the archway, Zhao Xun could clearly feel a restriction coming.
This restriction is like a wave of air but not exactly the same.
Zhao Xun gently touched it with his tentacles, and felt the burning heat with a hint of sting.
"follow me!"
The majestic sound like a bell sounded again, and Zhao Xun thought to himself, "Oh shit."
It’s not that I don’t want to follow, it’s that there is a restriction here.
Could it be that you are asking me to break through the restrictions? But I am only a first-level practitioner, my magic power is not strong, and my cultivation is not enough.
Use your head to open the ban.
etc…
Take the head, take the head!
This is Haoran Academy. What does an academy rely on, but its brains? Of course, it also relies on its mouth.
The great scholars in the academies of the past dynasties were all known to be strong talkers. This is known to the world.
But I have to admit that they are also very smart.
If you want to enter the academy, you naturally cannot be Bai Ding.
The purpose of this ban is to weed out those who have no rift in their hearts and are just trying to make up the numbers.
After figuring this out, Zhao Xun felt ecstatic in his heart.
Zhao Xun tried his best to calm down, and then touched the palm of his hand to the archway restriction again.
This time he did not withdraw his palm, and a numb feeling immediately came, like an electric shock.
Then Zhao Xun heard a voice without any emotion.
"Why do you want to learn Confucianism?"
Zhao Xun was stunned for a moment, thinking hard about how to answer.
This is obviously an exam question, and only if you answer it correctly can you enter the academy.
What is the core of Confucianism?
As a liberal arts student from a major, Zhao Xun knows very well that it is benevolence and etiquette!
The extension of these two points is that if you are poor, you can benefit yourself, and if you are prosperous, you can help the world.
To put it bluntly, studying Confucianism is not for self-pleasure but to change others and the world.
That's why rulers in the past dynasties dismissed hundreds of schools of thought and only respected Confucianism.
Because Confucianism can serve the empire and the ruling class.
Zhao Xun took a deep breath and searched desperately for relevant sentences.
Finally he found a perfect answer.
"I study Confucianism to establish my mind for heaven and earth, to establish my destiny for the livelihood of the people, to carry on the unique knowledge of the saints, and to create peace for all generations!"
Zhao Xun was impassioned and resonant.
After a moment of silence, the voice sounded again.
"How to do it?"
Zhao Xun yelled in his heart: Damn it, this is still a series of questions. The old guys in the academy are no longer human beings.
But complaints are complaints, and after he finished complaining, he still had to think of how to answer.
After holding his breath and concentrating, Zhao Xun replied calmly after a long time: "Understanding in a quiet place, tempering in work."
This answer can be said to be both pragmatic and compelling.
But Zhao Xun felt that things would not be that simple.
Sure enough, that somewhat annoying voice sounded again.
"How do you view saints and everything in heaven and earth?"
Zhao Xun was silent.
After a long while, he raised his head and said: "The saints are of the same body as the people of heaven, earth, and people, and this is called the great way. The two people are selfish for themselves, and this is called the small way."
Shocking and enlightening!
This time there was no sound again.
The restrictions on the archway disappeared.
Zhao Xun touched it again and found that there was indeed no barrier.
He was overjoyed and walked inside.
He had never entered the academy before, and driven by curiosity, he wanted to see what was so strange about this holy place in the minds of countless scholars.
But it seemed that the main building of the academy that was right in front of him could not be reached to the end. However, while walking, Zhao Xun saw many sculptures standing on both sides of the road.
Sculpture of the saint.
These sculptures were so lifelike that Zhao Xun simply stopped and observed them.
At this moment, that majestic voice sounded again.
"follow me!"
Zhao Xun's scalp felt numb.
This time the sound did not come from any direction, southeast, northwest, but from directly above.
He looked up and saw only a bright sky and a scorching sun.
Are you asking me to ascend to heaven?
Zhao Xun knew that practitioners could fly with swords, but that was only at a certain height.
How can a human being of flesh and blood really reach heaven?
