Qin Feng remained silent for the rest of the journey.
Lan Ningshuang sensed his emotional changes and said with concern: "My uncle, you don't need to care about what that person said, reading is naturally useful.
You must know that the reason why the Daqian Dynasty was able to gain a foothold in the world was indispensable to the Tianjian Imperial Master of Fengtian City.
And that old man is the Wen Sheng Taoist cultivator."
Qin Feng sighed: "How many scholars can reach the level of Tianjian Guoshi?"
Lan Ningshuang was speechless and didn't know how to answer.
Qin Feng added: "Practice the divine martial arts and civil sage traditions, both of which require a lot of time and money.
Ningshuang, let me ask you, if ordinary people have such conditions and let them choose, which path will they let their children take?"
"Of course..." Lan Ningshuang's words reached her mouth and she swallowed them again.
"Don't think too much, it must be Shenwu Taoism.
I used to think that it was the problem of Da Qian that worshiped martial arts and ignored literature, which led to roughness... ahem, which led to the prevalence of martial arts in the world, and the lack of literary saints.
But now that I think about it, I was still too naive back then.
Not everyone has enough talent and resources to reach a high-level realm, and with limited abilities, practicing divine martial arts seems to be the only way out for ordinary people."
"In today's world, demons and ghosts are rampant, which is always a knife hanging over the heads of many people.
So what can you do by studying, display your ambitions, and govern a country?
Even though this is no problem, it only applies to those powerful and wealthy families.
How many people serving as officials in various places come from poor families?
Don't say pick one out of ten, I'm afraid there may not even be one out of a hundred or a thousand.
Ningshuang, do you know why this is?"
Lan Ningshuang shook her head.
"Because for ordinary people, nothing is more important than living.
But wanting to make a good living by studying is undoubtedly a bit wishful thinking.
But if you learn Shenwu Taoism and become a martial artist, you can still make a living by hunting even if you can't join the Demon Slayer Division or the army.
At the very least, they can run faster than ordinary people when they encounter danger."
What my uncle said is just like what the honest middle-aged man said before... Lan Ningshuang thought like this.
"Of course, in addition to this, there is a more practical reason - that is, there is no way to study." Qin Feng let out a breath.
"No way to study?" Lan Ningshuang didn't understand what she meant.
"Oh, just like the unity of Shenwu Dao, there are countless major martial arts sects and families, but the martial arts techniques passed down are extremely rare. The reason is that the broomstick is cherished.
And this is especially obvious among scholars.
Ningshuang, have you ever thought about why the master of Wen Sheng Dao is only in Haowen Academy in Fengtian City?"
Lan Ningshuang thought for a moment and shook her head again. How could she know about Wen Sheng from the Shenwu Taoism she practiced.
However, after careful recall, we did find that except for the imperial capital Fengtian City, there was basically no trace of Wen Sheng Taoism in other cities.
"My parents once collected thousands of books for me, hoping to help me enter the realm of the ninth rank of literary sage. However, after more than ten years of reading, there was no result.
The reason for this is that there are very few books in the world that contain records of the literati.
If I hadn't memorized tens of thousands of books by chance, I might never have been able to reach the ninth rank of Literary Sage in my lifetime.
...The Shenwu Taoism is a collection of martial arts moves by major sects and aristocratic families, and does not want to be passed on to others.
This sage and Taoist lineage has to be explored by oneself even in the way of practice.
And what can ordinary people’s scholars gain by reading to the end?
Not to mention stepping into the Wensheng Dao tradition, I’m afraid it will be difficult for them to even be qualified to enter the court to express their ambitions.”
After all, there is no imperial examination system in Daqian. If a poor family wants to become an official in the court, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky!
"And those scholars who are lucky enough to enter the literary sage are not able to make a breakthrough.
Brother Ya'an who came to my house once told me that those who want to enter the high-level realm must rely on power.
Either becoming an official in the court or becoming a staff officer in the army, but such opportunities are not within easy reach of ordinary people."
Qin Feng smiled helplessly and exhaled heavily: "This is what I said about having no way to study."
Lan Ningshuang solemnly said: "I only heard these remarks from you, uncle.
But if that’s the case, why does the imperial court sit back and watch?”
Qin Feng shook his head, he didn't know about this either.
Perhaps in this world, just like the times when major dynasties are fighting in all directions and war is chaotic, the right way is to use force to protect a soil from the hands of monsters and monsters.
Or maybe it is easier to manage uncivilized people who lack their own ideas?
So in such a world, what can be the result of studying?
What can a scholar do?
Qin Feng fell into confusion and deep thought.
After all, there are too few scholars who have climbed to the top like Tianjian Guoshi.
But most of them are just ordinary people who hope to survive in troubled times.
If one day, the method of cultivation by literary sages spreads all over the world.
What if one day, Fengtian City Haowen Academy is no longer the only place to study literature?
Can this situation change?
While I was thinking this, Ting Yuxuan arrived...
The old man Baili, who was lying on the wicker chair, glanced at Qin Feng and asked curiously: "What's wrong? Boy, look at your expression, something's not right?
Was it because the wife of the family discovered that she secretly visited a brothel?"
When Lan Ningshuang heard this, she suddenly became alert, but when she thought about it carefully, she would always guard her uncle when she went out. His uncle never had such a chance...
This bad old man is talking nonsense, he is really bad.
A trace of displeasure flashed in Lan Ningshuang's eyes.
Qin Feng turned a deaf ear and stepped into Tingyu Pavilion.
...
Cang Feilan in the attic heard the commotion and saw the visitor. She was just about to say hello when a candied haws was handed to her.
Then Qin Feng, who was deep in thought, strolled onto the fifth floor of the bookstore.
"What's wrong with him?" Cang Feilan murmured to herself, then glanced at the candied haws in her hand, with a sweet smile on her eyebrows.
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As the page in Qin Feng's hand closed, the last trace of literary spirit finally filled the ninth level of the divine sea!
A dazzling white light lit up, and Qin Feng's consciousness was pulled into the divine sea.
He followed the mysterious guidance, slowly climbed up the steps, and finally stood in front of a stone platform as white as jade.
"Is this the platform for asking questions?" Qin Feng looked curious.
After the words fell, the light patterns on the platform were like ripples on the water.
A white figure slowly appeared, and the face could not be seen clearly. His lips were slightly opened and he said, "What kind of person are you?"
Is this a test of conscience?
Qin Feng's eyes widened, and then he began to frown and think.
The words of ancient saints that I had read in my previous life flashed through my mind one by one.
As long as he copied a few sentences casually, he could establish a tall and majestic image.
But what's the point?
There is no one else here, and there is no one to show off...
Strangely enough, this was the first time that he had seriously thought about this issue.
He recalled what happened after traveling to this world. Apart from increasing the GDP of Jinyang City, he didn't seem to have done any amazing things?
He thought of Senior Li's resolute back to protect one side, but not everyone can be a hero.
He likes beauties and yellow and white things. Sometimes he will be hot-headed and do some righteous things.
But most of the time, his choice is just like that of many people who wisely protect themselves...
He smiled calmly: "It turns out that I am just a greedy and lustful vulgar person. It would be great if I can be upright and have a clear conscience."
Xu Bai's figure shook slightly and asked again: "What do you think scholars should do?"
“What should a scholar do?
Oh, what can a scholar in this world do?
If it weren't for my limited physical talent, I would still want to abandon literature and pursue martial arts." Qin Feng sneered.
High-quality literate saints only exist in Haowenyuan of the imperial capital. For the sake of cultivation, they join the imperial army. How can you see literate saints in other cities making a living for the people?
Those who use medical skills to heal diseases and save people are regarded as inferior. Who made the rule?
Is it true that only those who have power in the court can practice Wen Sheng Taoism?
There are warriors everywhere running to save people from danger.
What about those high-ranking scholars in Haowen Academy?
How many people have seen them and received their grace?
He thought of the stall owner's behavior of telling the young man to stop writing. What's the use of reading and writing? It was shocking.
Real readers are not like this...
Qin Feng only felt bored in his heart and could not express his displeasure: "Establish a heart for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, inherit the unique knowledge of the past saints, and create peace for all generations.
This is what scholars should do!"
As soon as these words came out, the platform for questioning the heart shook, and in the divine sea, white literary energy surged like a sea of clouds.
"That's it." The white figure said with a smile.
The shadow's face gradually became clearer.
After Qin Feng saw it clearly, he was surprised. The face of this white shadow was exactly the same as his!
And as a stream of pure energy poured into the Tianling Cap, Qin Feng finally entered the eighth-level Ming state of mind!
...
At the same time, Tingyuxuan continued to vibrate, and the literary spirit in the books on the bookshelf surged.
The old man Baili on the wicker chair felt the movement, pressed his right hand, and Ting Yuxuan returned to calm.
He was lying on the wicker chair, swaying leisurely, with emotion and relief in his eyes.