The literary style in this world is very prosperous, and it is in the grand stage of a hundred schools of thought contending, and the academic style is very prosperous. In order to strengthen their own theories, scholars from hundreds of schools of thought have established colleges in various countries to teach people knowledge, so education is very common.
Therefore, even ordinary people can read and decipher words. But further knowledge can only be mastered after awakening to the literary spirit.
In other words, awakening literary spirit is just the beginning for literati. If you want to master more knowledge and power, you must find a way to improve.
Each school has a unique way to improve, and the normal way is almost an open secret, but most people can't remember it at all, let alone do it. For scholars of each school, mastering the way to improve their own school,
It is very difficult to reach a higher level of power, so naturally they will not covet the doctrines of other schools. As for those scholars who are truly knowledgeable and memorized, they will naturally master the secrets of different schools if they reach a higher level of existence, but they must also have their own roots.
The power of doctrine serves as support.
"It's such an awkward world..."
Su Wen rubbed his brows and lit an oil lamp with only one wick. Taking advantage of the dim light, he took a rolled-up book from the bookshelf with few books and took a look. The neat words on it read "University"
"Justice", the handwriting looked familiar, well, it was his own handwriting. These were the notes he took down while attending Qingshan Academy.
"The way to a university lies in the Ming..."
Su Wen flipped through it casually, only to find that the original owner of his body had not written down the explicit text of "The University" at all. The whole text was filled with frames indicating the missing words. Looking at these frames, he thought he had obtained a Sudoku puzzle.
sheet.
"On this level? What a scumbag!"
In Su Wen's understanding, the ancient prose "The Great Learning" is only about 200 words, and it is catchy and logically concise, and can be recited by heart after reading it twice. However, in this manuscript, there are only three
There are more than a dozen incomplete words and almost no sentences.
What made Su Wen feel miraculous was that even though the original text was missing, there were dense notes around the article, all of which recorded Mr. Academy's comments. They were all empty talk and had nothing to do with the original text.
.
He patiently read a few paragraphs and found out that these annotations inspired readers to resonate with the article and how to embody the unremembered content from the depths of their minds.
And using his feelings to manifest... This is not difficult at all! Su Wen is very lucky that he came to this world through time travel, and his memory and knowledge in his previous life are not restricted. This is his greatest wealth.
Hmm... It should be the golden finger of the time traveler! He felt happy in his heart.
Su Wen felt a little uncomfortable when he saw that the manuscript "The University" contained more lecture notes than the original text.
He has always had obsessive-compulsive disorder, but after traveling through time, not only did his problem not get better, it actually got worse.
"I can't sleep anyway. Fill in the missing content in this book..."
He took out a bald pen from the pen holder, dug out a small piece of bad ink, poured some water on the rough stone inkstone, and started grinding it. He didn't notice that his shadow under the light was twisted into a ball, as if
Just like coming back to life.
"It's about being virtuous, being close to the people, and striving for perfection..."
Su Wen filled in the missing words in the empty frame one by one using small regular script.
He did not see that as soon as he started writing, colorful clouds formed in the room and rushed toward him.
But before Yunxia could get close to him, she was absorbed by the twisting black shadow behind her.
Su Wen still found that when he picked up the pen to write, he felt a little stagnant when he started writing, and his mind also felt dull and blank. However, as the words fell, this feeling gradually disappeared, and the whole person was in an ethereal state.
"...After studying things, you will know the truth, and after knowing the truth, you will be sincere..."
The literary spirit continued to condense around Su Wen into a colorful cloud. At first it was just three-color clouds, gradually turned into five colors, and finally turned into streaks of rainbow light, shining brightly. The rainbow light rotated slowly, seeming to penetrate into Su Wen's body.
Intentions within the body.
It's just that the shadows on the ground are twisting faster, and countless rainbow lights are condensed and formed, and then they are sucked away by the black shadow, and the black shadow becomes more and more solid and larger.
"...The things that are thick are thin, and the things that are thin are thick, but they are not there!"
After writing the last word, Su Wen moved his wrist slightly and nodded with satisfaction. But he didn't know that the black shadow on the ground had occupied a whole wall. After squirming crazily, it turned into a biological form and opened to him.
Open your mouth wide, and about to leave the wall, rush towards him!
“Tuk-tuk-tuk!”
The moment the black shadow left the wall, there was a knock on the door.
The black shadow instantly returned to the wall, slid down to the ground, twisted for a while, and turned into a gray cat, lying on Su Wen's bed, staring at Su Wen's back with a stern look.
"My dear son-in-law, my dear son-in-law is at home... my dear son-in-law?!"
Xu Bancheng's voice sounded in front of the door.
"Crunch..."
As the wooden door made a hoarse sound, Su Wen poked half of his head out.
Xu Bancheng almost hit Su Wen on the head.
"ah……"
Looking at Su Wen with a big bump on his forehead, Xu Bancheng let out a strange scream and stopped his hand in time.
Su Wen also saw Xu Bancheng's appearance clearly. He had a fat head, big ears, a silk green robe, a fat belly, and he was playing with two walnuts in his hand, with a kind look on his face.
Behind him stood the forlorn-looking Manager Xu and two nursing staff.
Su Wen pretended not to know the identity of the other party and said warily: "Who are you?"
"Ahem...this person in front of you is..."
Seeing that Su Wen and Xu Bancheng hadn't spoken yet, Manager Xu straightened up his back, came closer, and said in a chant-like tone: "The person in front of you is: after the third prince, the largest man in Wuning City."
A good person, the main benefactor of Qingshan Academy; an honorary sage and gentleman of Confucianism, Taoism, Ji Ran family, political strategists, farmers and miscellaneous families..."
"...My home is too simple to accommodate so many people."
Su Wen retracted his head, and the door slammed shut with a bang.
"Well……"
Xu Bancheng and Manager Xu looked at each other, but they didn't come back to their senses for a while.
"go away!"
Xu Bancheng waved his hand: "You are like a dog, who told you to be violent to my uncle! The head injury is so serious, why don't you quickly go back to the house and pack a few carts of supplements to replenish my uncle's body? You are so stupid, asking you
What’s the use!”
Manager Xu ran away with his head in his arms.
Su Wenwen in the room also looked confused.
He thought that if Xu Bancheng was rejected, he would get furious and wave his sleeves and walk away. The thin door panel could not block the sound outside, and he could only hear Xu Bancheng turning from anger to joy, saying to himself: "Not bad
, I am a really good son-in-law. He is not greedy for money, not lustful, looks down upon the powerful princes, and is also gentle and gentle. Well... I have really good taste, my little girl... I am really blessed!"
The muscles at the corner of Su Wen's mouth twitched. He said silently in his heart: No, you misunderstood. I like everything you said! Except for your eight-foot-waisted daughter!
After calming down before, Su Wen felt that Xu Bancheng's daughter might not be as unbearable as the legend said. If she was not a wife, she could consider marrying a virtuous wife. Just seeing Xu Bancheng's figure, he felt that the rumors in the market were unlikely.
It's just groundless.
He immediately put an end to any luck and put behind him the thought of struggling for thirty years less.
“Du, du, du—a good son-in-law~”
"Dudu, dudu - a good son-in-law~~"
“Dudududu—a good son-in-law~~~~”
Accompanied by the demonic knock on the door, Xu Bancheng's voice rang outside: "Good son-in-law... please open the door. I will say a few words. If you feel that it is not possible, I will turn around and leave, and will not disturb you again."
You, if you think it's okay... then let's go into more detail... Everything is easy to discuss..."
"Tuk-tuk-tuk..."
Xu Bancheng really had a bit of perseverance. Su Wen was upset by his devilish knocking on the door, as if it was not Xu Bancheng who came, but Xie Er Er.
"Crunch..."
The door panel opened, revealing the crack in the door. Su Wen's voice came from inside: "I'll give you three sentences. After you finish speaking, leave quickly, or I'll sue you for disturbing the residents!"
Xu Bancheng smiled broadly: "What a virtuous son-in-law..."
"One sentence! Also, don't try to get married randomly!" Su Wen's face turned blue.
Xu Bancheng nodded repeatedly and said quickly: "It's okay if you don't marry me!"
Su Wen thought for a moment and opened the door a little: "Two words!"
Xu Bancheng patted his chest, the fat on his face was trembling: "My little girl can get married!"
"roll!"
Su Wen looked calm, but he struggled for a moment in his heart. He rejected Xu Bancheng's billions of wealth with great determination, and said angrily: "Who do you think I am!"
"...Su Wen!"
At this time, there was a sound outside the yard. Su Wen saw through the crack of the door, two young men, one tall, one short, one thin and one fat, holding a paper bag in their hands, walking quickly side by side. The tall and thin one was Sun Yehou, the short and fat one was
Is it Zhang?.
The two of them were his only friends. They were a few months younger than him and were official students of Qingshan Academy. Among them, Sun Yehou had awakened his literary spirit and became a disciple of a famous teacher in the academy. His future was bright. Zhang? However, he had not awakened his literary spirit.
But he still showed enough talent in this area. At least the sage articles that Su Wen couldn't remember, he could basically recite them backwards. It was only a matter of time before he awakened to literary talent.
Su Wen had been hiding in Zhang?'s house before, but he was eventually found by Manager Xu, knocked unconscious and taken away.
It was also Zhang Jie and Sun Yehou who went to the academy to find their master, alerting Dong Zhizhang, and that led to the fact that Su Wen wrote poems and became his disciple.
Dong Zhizhang moved too fast and the two of them could not keep up. When they arrived at Zuixian Tower, Su Wen had already returned home. However, the two of them were sent away by the governor and the mountain chief, who asked about Su Wen's deeds, which delayed them.
Time, it was only then that I got away and came in a hurry.
After learning about Su Wen's opportunity today, the two of them were both happy and a little sad.
Fortunately, Su Wen actually awakened his literary spirit and was accepted as a student by a famous person like Dong Zhizhang. What was sad was that Su Wen was also favored by the inner factory. He was a good scholar and got the name of the inner factory. He was afraid of the reputation.
It won't get better.
"Sun Yehou, Zhang?!"
Su Wen opened the door and greeted Xu Bancheng, who was smiling at the side.