Shen Tang's mind was spinning very fast, and coupled with his always fond of wild and unconstrained brain circuits, countless speculations emerged in his mind.
Could it be that she is the legendary daughter of destiny?
After all, this is a world where the coffin board of science is nailed down. Unscientific is scientific. But then I thought about my unlucky start in hell. I didn’t even have the guaranteed benefits of being a time traveler and my home was stolen. I couldn’t help but shake my head and laugh at myself. Much more.
And the daughter of destiny...
He is simply an unlucky guy who has been unlucky all the way.
"Is there any family story here?" Shen Tang tried hard to sound less narcissistic, but he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and asked Chu Yao, "The person who gives the three taels of silver must be me, or anyone else. Okay, but it has to be three taels of silver?"
Chu Yao's answer was beyond her expectation.
He said: "I don't know."
Chu Yao didn't play according to common sense, and a big question mark popped up on Shen Tang's forehead, and his voice was slightly raised: "I don't know???"
"It's a long story...I'm not sure."
Shen Tang: "...I have time to listen to you slowly."
Like Qi Shan, he wanted to forcefully end the topic by saying "It's a long story," but only left her scratching her head with curiosity.
"Goro is really curious?"
Shen Tang admitted honestly: "I'm very curious!"
"Then this matter starts from the year of my enlightenment..."
Chu Yao put on the posture of telling a story, preparing to tell the general content, but Shen Tang couldn't help but was not a person who listened to stories obediently. As soon as he started, she asked: "In the year of enlightenment? What happened?"
Although Chu Yao doesn't like to titillate people as much as Qi Shan, the timeline of the story is also extended too early, so no wonder it's a long story.
"Nothing happened that year."
Shen Tang: "..."
The silence behind him made Chu Yao laugh. He could picture the speechless expression of the young man on the mule's back without turning his head.
Chu Yao wrote lightly: "I just sensed the energy of heaven and earth in the year when I was enlightened and literate, and condensed my literary heart in the same year."
Shen Tang asked again: "What grade is Wenxin?"
Chu Yao replied: "The second grade is above the middle level."
Shen Tang was speechless when he heard this: "So high???"
If Qi Shan pulls 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan, he will be in the middle and lower ranks of the sixth grade.
The Second-Rank Chinese Heart is second only to the First-Rank Chinese Heart! The First-Rank Chinese Heart, also known as the Saint’s Grade, is also a false quality. Only princes with national seals can possess it, so the Second-Rank Chinese Heart is already common to ordinary people. The highest grade you can have.
Possessing an upper-middle-level second-level Wenxin is no different than holding a king bomb. How did Chu Yao get to this point?
It's really unbelievable.
Chu Yao's tone was gloomy: "Is it high? It's quite high... But if I could choose, I would rather it be lower. It doesn't matter if it's fourth grade, fifth grade or ninth grade. Having this Wenxin is a disaster for me." blessing."
Shen Tang wondered: "Isn't this a symbol of good talent?"
How could anyone wish they were less talented?
Chu Yao smiled bitterly: "Wu Lang, didn't the gentleman who taught you your studies tell you that the level of a scholar's literary mind does not mean everything?"
Shen Tang: "Yuan Liang has said it before, but I thought it was just his personal opinion and cannot represent the views of the general public..."
Unexpectedly, Chu Yao and Qi Shan had the same idea.
Could it be that this is the consensus among experts?
"What is the general public? The unconventional spirit?"
Chu Yao's focus was as confusing as Shen Tang's. According to the context, he knew that "the general public" meant similar to "all living beings" and "ordinary people", but he had never heard of this term, so he was curious.
Shen Tang was stunned and stuck. "I don't know either... I just said it casually, but that's not the point."
It's really not the point.
Chu Yao didn't take this detail to heart. He was more concerned about the "Yuanliang" in Shen Tang's words, so he asked: "Is that 'Yuanliang' a young man on the street who I had met once before?" Scribes?"
Shen Tang: "Yes, that's him."
Chu Yao was slightly appreciative: "That is indeed a good teacher. So, did he tell you about Wen Xin's talent?"
Wenxin talent?
What is this?
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Why are there so many such messy things!
Although Shen Tang was confused, he still said: "Wen Xin... talent? I really don't know about this, and Yuan Liang didn't mention it. He just told me about the ways of princes... I'm not afraid of Mr. It’s a joke, although I have a literary mind, I really don’t know much about literary minds. Occasionally I would ask Yuan Liang a question, but he would always give me a perfunctory answer, either saying he would talk about it later, or saying ‘you don’t need to know’…”
I seriously suspect that he is just lazy and doesn't want to answer.
"Brother Yuanliang may be doing it for Wulang's own good. The more you know about some things, the worse it will be for your future growth..."
Shen Tang was curious: "Is there another way to say this?"
Chu Yao said: "Yeah."
Shen Tang scratched his head: "...!!!"
Then should she continue to listen to the story or not?
Chu Yao helped her make the decision, and his tone was much more relaxed and faster than before: "The talent of literary heart is divided into two types, one is the way of princes, and the other is the way of scribes. Just from the names, you can know the identities represented by the two talents. .I think your gentleman has told you about the way of princes, so I won’t go into details. What I want to say is the way of scribes. It is the unique ability of a small number of literate and thoughtful people, and it does not require any words or spirit. launch."
Shen Tang silently remembered: "Sir, too?"
Chu Yao was silent for a while: "It happened before, but before I could grow up, my literary heart was 'replaced'."
Shen Tang was shocked: "Substitute one thing for another?"
Taken literally, this is not...
Chu Yao smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying surprisingly: "Yes, your gentleman didn't tell you that Wen Xin can be stolen?"
Shen Tang: “…!!!”
Praying for good deeds has never been mentioned before.
"This is how my second-grade Chinese heart was exchanged. At the age when I was most energetic, I fell into the mud overnight and had no chance to stand up." Chu Yao told the story lightly as if it had nothing to do with him. He added, "Your husband didn't mention the 'Way of the Scribes' to you, perhaps because he had his own difficulties and considerations. Because the 'Way of the Scribes' is not only a special ability, but also a question that scribes ask themselves. It has nothing to do with being a scribe. It has nothing to do with who you are and what path you seek. I think even a saint wouldn’t want to expose this kind of privacy to the public eye, right?”
Not every Wenxin possessor will be a scribe, but those who are, 99% of the time will choose to hide it.
It felt like being stripped of all the clothing that could protect the body and being thrown into the crowd...
Shen Tang looked dazed for a moment.
She didn't expect that Wen Xin could play like this.
My own literary heart is not of high quality, but I happen to have the talent to steal other people's literary hearts, so I steal other people's...
