After the Spirit Gathering Array was established, Qin Feng's life returned to normal.
Go to the Demon Slayer Department to check in every day to make your presence felt in front of the leaders.
When you have time, go to the entrance of Baoyitang and set up a stall to treat illnesses and save lives.
Then I went to listen to Yuxuanzhong and continued reading books.
Although the speed of accumulating literary energy and transforming righteousness through reading is not as fast as absorbing spiritual energy, Qin Feng has never given up reading.
Because he firmly believes that knowledge is power!
Of course, he also wanted to establish an image of a good apprentice in front of Master Cheap, and by the way, he could mention things about immortal magic from time to time...
Walking through familiar streets, listening to the calls of vendors on both sides.
Qin Feng's memory suddenly drifted back to the time when he had just traveled through time. The figure with a black scarf on his face and long legs seemed to be still leading the way for him.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if it hadn't been for the marriage contract between his ancestors that made Liu Jianli his wife, where would he and Miss Cang have gone?
"Then again, when will Miss Cang come back?"
Just at this moment, Qin Feng heard the sound of someone selling candied haws.
Looking for fame, I saw that it was the dark-skinned, thin middle-aged man I had met before.
Qin Feng walked forward, and the honest stall owner obviously recognized him and greeted him warmly.
There are not many big customers who can buy all the candied haws at once.
Qin Feng smiled and nodded in greeting, and then saw the young man next to the stall, still writing there as before.
But the difference is that this time the young man did not write on the ground, but copied it on the booklet, with a smile on his face.
The middle-aged stall owner saw Qin Feng's gaze, scratched his head and explained, "Tie Wa'er likes these, so I discussed with my mother-in-law and bought him a booklet for calligraphy practice."
After a while, the middle-aged man sighed again: "I don't have much ability. I want Tie Wa'er to learn martial arts, but I don't have the money.
In this case, let him do something he likes, so that he can at least learn more words."
Qin Feng nodded and chatted with the stall owner for a while. Although the stall owner bought a calligraphy practice book for his child, his idea that reading is useless has not changed.
Think about it, there is no imperial examination system in Daqian, and the only way out for scholars is Haowen Academy in the imperial capital.
However, places like that will only open the door of convenience for the royal family and relatives, how can it be the turn of ordinary people in small places?
He thought of the creation of the Kendo Alliance by the three kendo masters with the intention of opening up the martial arts structure.
So where should the future of scholars go?
In fact, he has also thought about spreading the method of entering the Wensheng Dao tradition in Daqian, giving ordinary people another choice.
But he also clearly understood that this idea was difficult to realize.
After all, according to what Ya'an said, to step into the realm of the ninth rank of Literary Sage, one needs to memorize ten thousand volumes of books.
But for poor people, where can they find these thousands of books, and where can they have so much time to memorize them?
Qin Feng sighed and looked at the young man who was copying the copybook carefully.
What he holds in his hand is not a writing brush, but charcoal for kitchen fires.
The words on the copybook had obviously been copied over and over again, and the marks were very deep.
Even so, not a single page was broken, which shows how careful the young man was when writing.
Qin Feng looked at the young man's serious look and suddenly smiled.
"You like writing, then do you like reading?" Qin Feng asked.
The young man raised his head and nodded heavily.
"Do you know the Wen Sheng Taoist?"
"I know that those are real scholars, but my father told me that I will never become a scholar in this life." The young man's tone was depressed, but the light in his eyes did not fade away.
"I'll tell you a secret. If you can memorize ten thousand volumes of books, you can become a literary saint." Qin Feng said seriously.
"Young... Young Master." The honest middle-aged man was shocked. For poor people like him, ten thousand volumes of books were simply unimaginable.
He doesn't want his iron baby to give birth to those unhappy
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Realistic ideas.
Qin Feng stretched out his hand to interrupt the middle-aged man's words, and then took out ten books from the Sumeru Ring: "I'll lend you these books. When you know these books by heart, you will return them to the Qin Mansion."
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At that time, I will give you ten new books."
"Really...really?" The young man looked surprised. He wanted to reach out to pick up the book, but saw that his hands were covered with black stains of charcoal.
He wiped his hands hard on his clothes, but he couldn't wipe them clean no matter how hard he wiped them.
Wiping, wiping, he cried in grievance.
It was as if he would remain in the same darkness as these hands for the rest of his life.
"Tie Wa'er..." The honest middle-aged man seemed to have something stuck in his throat, unable to speak or swallow.
Seeing this, Qin Feng knelt down, put the book aside, and held the young man's hands.
The righteous energy gathered on the palm of his hand, and within a moment, all traces of charcoal on the young man's hand disappeared, leaving him clean and white.
He thrust the book into the boy's arms.
The young man hugged him tightly, as if he had found a treasure: "Brother, can I become a real scholar?"
For him, only those who are literate and holy are true scholars.
But Qin Feng said: "You are already a real scholar."
While talking, Qin Feng picked up the charcoal and carved something on the ground.
The stall owner and the boy looked curiously and saw only two lines of words.
Heaven is moving in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly improve himself.
The terrain is kun, and a gentleman carries things with kindness.
The moment I put down the pen, a burst of fresh air rushed into the sky.
The honest middle-aged man didn't understand this, but he felt his head was buzzing.
The young man murmured and repeated these two sentences, his eyes shining.
On the other side, Ting Yuxuan suddenly started to tremble.
The old man lying on the wicker chair pressed down with his right hand, and the attic returned to calm.
He looked pleased: "A true scholar... has some meaning."
The honest middle-aged man looked at his iron baby with mixed emotions: "Sir, if you don't mind, just take all these candied haws. I won't charge you a penny."
This was the best way of gratitude he could think of.
Qin Feng shook his head and stretched out his hand to pull out three candied haws. Then he thought of Sister Mo and Xiaobai, coughed dryly, and pulled out two more sticks.
"That's all I need."
"Sir, it doesn't matter, just take it all." The middle-aged man said again and again.
But Qin Feng took five candied haws, waved his hand, and walked away.
It wasn't until he watched the other party go away that the honest middle-aged man withdrew his gaze. Only then did he notice that there was still a small stack of copper coins piled on the stall.
If you count carefully, it is exactly the price of five candied haws - ten Wen!
"Tie Wa'er." The middle-aged man called out.
The young man raised his head.
"Read well, you know?"
"Um."
"Also, keep the image of your benefactor in your heart, you know?"
"Um."
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