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After Xu Xian returned to the security hall, he said to Dr. Xu:
"Dad, these days, I want to concentrate on studying. I will ignore the things in the security hall for the time being. I want to write an article about heaven and earth, yin and yang, men and women, and morality before the gifted scholar conference begins."
“Only by writing articles that are beautiful and beautiful and will shine forever can we win the favor of the current emperor and become the most talented person in the world.”
"If you become the most talented person in the world, you will be able to marry sister Yulian."
Speaking of this, Xu Xian's expression flashed with a cold light:
"Even if I am not the most talented person in the world, whoever dares to touch the woman I like will die."
Cold murderous aura surged out, and Doctor Xu felt that Xu Xian had changed a lot at this time:
"My nephew Zhang Yutang said that this is just a temporary influence from his previous life. After a while, he will get better and he will become my kind and smart son."
Full of anxiety, Dr. Xu came to the security hall and saw that Uncle Qian was sitting in the hall for treatment. He did not disturb him, but chose another table and sat down.
"Doctor Xu is here for diagnosis and treatment. He is a miracle doctor, so you can't miss it."
"Yes, Dr. Xu has been in poor health over the past few years and has rarely come out for diagnosis and treatment. It's hard to come across this time. I must let Dr. Xu take a good look at it."
"Doctor Xu, Doctor Xu, look at it quickly. Sometimes I feel dizzy, unable to eat, unable to sleep, and I always feel a little nauseous."
"Don't crowd, don't crowd, there must always be a first-come, first-served basis."
The patients who were being treated in front of Uncle Qian suddenly rushed over when they saw Dr. Xu coming out.
Uncle Qian looked at the crowd rushing by and just smiled, without the slightest hint of jealousy.
Dr. Xu had a kindhearted heart and amazing medical skills. He saved many lives in his life. It's a pity that doctors don't heal themselves. Dr. Xu himself was seriously ill and his health was getting worse day by day.
You never know what day you will die.
Hangzhou Fuzhong.
After the meal, the prefect Wang Zelong cleaned himself up and said to Wang Liu:
"Today, the Holy One is holding a conference of the best talents in the world at the place where the saint taught in Qiantang to select outstanding talents. I am fortunate to have the trust of the Holy One. This time, I will be the judge of this conference together with the world-famous Confucian scholars."
"Seeing that the grand event is approaching, hurry up and prepare. We will set off today and go straight to Qiantang."
"yes."
Wang Liu bowed and said:
"Sir, my men will prepare now."
After Wang Liu left, Wang Zelong was pacing in the study, thinking as he walked:
"There is a Saint Master sitting in Qiantang, gathering the world's literary fortune. If the Saint Master can become an official and benefit the world, he will surely lead the scholars in the world to be loyal to our emperor."
"I'm just the best in the world. I'm the best in the world. I don't know how many talented people will fight for it."
Soon, Wang Liu was ready and came to see Wang Zelong:
"Sir, everything is ready and ready to go at any time."
Wang Zelong straightened his clothes, wearing a green robe, stroking his long beard, and said with a smile:
"Let's go, let's go see and meet the countless talents in the Song Dynasty."
In the imperial capital of the Song Dynasty.
A middle-aged man with a graceful bearing, wearing a dragon robe, embroidered with five-colored clouds and five claws and four golden dragon flowers on the front. On the left shoulder there is the sun, and on the right shoulder there is the moon. On the front and back chest.
There are Wanshou seal characters inside the flower.
In front of the middle-aged man, there are three white-headed scholars standing bowed. On the heads of these three people, there are white auras rising to the sky. They are majestic and majestic.
"In this Qiantang Competition, I personally set the topic. All talents from all over the world must come to my court. All you need to do is to identify the real talents and make them available to me."
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will definitely live up to your Majesty's trust."
The middle-aged man looked leisurely, remembering that five years ago, during the Qiantang Scholar Examination, three literary masters appeared in one fell swoop, which was a pity for the ancient town.
As for this competition, it is estimated that there will not be such a grand event again.
Saint teachers, saints, and literary and Taoist masters come from the same place and on the same day, and they are destined to leave their names in history.
"It's a pity that the Holy Master has lived in seclusion in West Lake for five years and has never stepped out of the West Lake. I asked people to urge Ouyang Wencai several times, but Ouyang Wencai told me that the Holy Master felt that his knowledge was shallow and his experience was insufficient. He would have to wait for several years.
, but I can’t wait any longer.”
Recalling that twenty years ago, the divine thunder from the sky fell into the imperial capital and killed the emperor Taizu of the dynasty, and he took the opportunity to succeed to the throne, Song Taizong felt a chill in his heart:
"I am also practicing at a high level now. It is said that the reason why the divine thunder was sent down from the sky was because the gods did not allow the dynasty to last for ten thousand years, but my father had already reached the earthly fairyland and could live for at least three thousand years before he was killed by the gods."
"It's just that we, the emperor, are the guardians of the world. Can't we control our own life and death?"
"What's the point of being such an emperor?"
"One day, I will make this sky full of gods and Buddhas disappear into smoke."
Zhang Yutang opened Xu Xian's past life wisdom, which consumed a lot of energy and mana. Feeling a little weak in his body, he returned to the room and sat down quietly to adjust his breath.
Xu Jiaorong followed closely behind, never leaving:
"Young Master changed his destiny against heaven and opened the wisdom of his past life for his younger brother. Did he suffer a heavy blow?"
Looking at Zhang Yutang's somewhat pale face, Xu Jiaorong couldn't help but feel distressed:
"Young Master has a pure nature and cannot bear the suffering of others. With such a temperament, you will inevitably suffer disadvantages in the future."
"If you want to avoid suffering losses, the only way is to improve your own strength. I just heard from my master that the master's practice of the Yang Yang Chapter of the True Sutra has caused his own Yang Qi to be too strong, and the Yang Qi is not long, so it is difficult to improve his strength."
"If you want to improve, you can only practice both Yin and Yang. In the Yangyin Chapter of the **Zhenjing that I have practiced, I have mentioned many times that if we can practice both Yin and Yang together, the two of us can benefit greatly."
"I don't know what the young master is thinking when he has to do such a shameful thing just because he is practicing dual cultivation. Could it be that he was hinting at something to me by asking me to practice the **Zhen Sutra Nourishing Yin chapter from the very beginning?"
Thinking of the shameful place, Xu Jiaorong's face became hot and flushed:
"Bah, bah, bah, am I crazy about men? Why do I have all these nasty thoughts?"
Zhang Yutang, who was sitting aside, felt that something was missing as he sat quietly. With the loss of these things, a very relaxed and comfortable feeling spread throughout his body.
"How can the luck I lost make me feel comfortable?"
Zhang Yutang thought for a moment and suddenly understood:
"Could it be that the luck I lost was not mine at all, but that of the incense-picking boy? I am me and he is him. Now I am still me, but he is no longer him. God in this world
, still thinks that I am a boy who picks up incense, and the luck that is deducted belongs to the boy who picks up incense, not to me, Zhang Yutang." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Piaotian
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