Chapter 69: . Wen Chao Gong's Resentment

"The previous habit, if you can hold it back, it's better to bear it as much as possible."
Shen Herong was not surprised by Zhang Dongyun's sudden appearance:
"Although this person doesn't know what the younger sister was used to back then, if it is passed on from him orally, it may fall into the ears of the deceased back then and expose the younger sister's current details.
If the enemy is dark, we will get twice the result with half the effort. "
While speaking, her figure changed from a white-clothed youth to the original girl appearance.
Zhang Dongyun said: "Speaking makes people dress up, it's a common thing."
Will not be found, someone has the habit of obsessive-compulsive disorder...
"It doesn't match the impression that the younger sister gave him earlier." Shen Herong shook his head: "Little things little by little, especially not to be ignored."
Zhang Dongyun laughed.
"Do you think this person is a man of creation?" he asked instead.
Shen Herong smiled slightly: "Just plant a seed. As for what kind of fruit it can bear in the end, the little girl will not force it."
Zhang Dongyun nodded slightly: "However, the Confucianists were fascinated by essays and poems. It is a wonderful way to go back to the in-depth study of words."
Shen Herong smiled slightly:
"The little girl delved into Scripture articles and poems, and occasionally felt stuck in a bottleneck.
The little girl thought that the initial road might be too smooth and not enough accumulation, so she turned her head to study from the most basic.
Inspired by Taoist Fu Zhuan, he finally figured out a new way, and got it accidentally, making the eldest brother laugh. "
"The mountains and rivers are nowhere to be doubted, and there is still another village." Zhang Dongyun said: "You said that your foundation is not strong, but I said that you have accumulated profound accumulation to be creative."
"Big brother praised." The girl in front of her heard the words, her eyes lit up slightly.
"Big brother, your poem just now clarified the little girl's mood at the time, which is quite wonderful."
She looked at Zhang Dongyun: "Big brother was really hidden in the past. If you practice my Confucian school, your achievements may not be lower than martial arts."
Zhang Dongyun shook his head: "Impossible."
Shen Herong was a little surprised: "Big Brother, why be modest?"
"Poetry was not made by me." Zhang Dongyun looked calmly: "Therefore, I have to say that, without any precedent."
The fact is that he can't remember the front and back part of the sentence, he can barely remember that the original is a seven laws.
The verses that he can remember in his previous life are basically the best verses that have been widely spread.
But he just remembers the most famous sentences, and the number of poems that can be memorized in full is very limited.
The world that I have traveled through is a Confucian method that cultivates and cultivates the culture.
But it is not suitable for him to copy the text.
Because he can only memorize a few famous works of the past, and let him make a work of the same level by himself, he definitely doesn't have that ability.
The beauty of poetry and words has something in common.
The masterpieces circulated on the blue stars of previous lives are still masterpieces in this world.
If a person with real talent makes some famous verses such as tuned songs, difficult roads, etc., and the cultural talent is flooded, then he will surely advance in Confucian practice.
There are two special practices in this world.
One is Buddhism, talking about epiphany.
One is Confucianism, which talks about savings.
To a certain extent, these two practice methods are the most talented.
The Confucian literary talents are soaring, and if they accumulate their talents, they may appear to be a masterful talent who has heard about Taoism and once understood Taoism.
In front of Zhang Dongyun, there is now a ready-made example.
In the old days, Shen Herong had just started to learn about books when he was a child, and he was not familiar with any Confucian practice. He just studied hard to cultivate his vitality.
But she was enlightened on the spot, nourished her breath in a moment, and entered the state of self-cultivation in one or three minutes.
Cultivation in the morning, Qijia in the morning, and boldness at noon, and enter the sixth state of Confucianism for dinner, studying things.
By the time she went to bed at night, she had reached the seventh state of Confucianism, the state of knowledge.
Such a speed of entry is shocking the past and the present, and the name of the goddess Tong moves the world.
She was the youngest of the twelve Yamas in the past, but her cultivation strength can never be underestimated.
Right now she was reincarnated and re-cultivation. Because of trying to study new methods of learning, her cultivation speed was slower than expected, otherwise her realm strength would be higher than it is now.
Of course, this is not to say that Confucian practitioners will always practice so fast, all the way up.
They will also encounter bottlenecks, break through, and may even be more difficult than other spiritual paths.
The convenience of their practice is, to be precise, they should be geniuses who can realize their natural potential faster.
For Zhang Dongyun, in the city, he can use whatever method he wants.
But to quickly improve one's true realm level, Buddhism and Confucianism seem to be the most suitable.
But in fact, these two are the most inappropriate.
The epiphany of Buddhism will not be mentioned. On the Confucian side, City Lord Zhang Da knows what he is.
In this world, the scholars who have studied hard in Xiaohanchuang will eventually be able to embark on the path of Confucianism, and there may not be one out of ten.
That being the case, City Lord Zhang still took advantage of the Lingshi jade fetus, and it was better to concentrate on martial arts.
However, he is not completely useless as a copywriter.
For the geniuses of Confucianism and Taoism in this world, the exquisite quatrains he memorized can be inspiring by analogy.
After all, they really have the foundation.
"It turned out to be just a fragment."
Shen Herong's tone is regrettable: "However, most of these literary talents are not from unknown people. Does the eldest brother know who wrote it?"
"A dilapidated ancient scroll, only fragments of hyphenation, no name left." Zhang Dongyun said.
When Shen Herong heard this, his eyes lit up again: "The words of the ancient scroll..."
"Not bad." Zhang Dongyun nodded: "There are a few others, but most of them are incomplete."
Shen Herong let out a long sigh: "Big brother, don't worry about it, the younger sister is a little confused just now, she needs to be quiet, otherwise it will be useless, like a cow chewing a peony, it is a real waste."
She smiled: "Like just now, the eldest brother occasionally mentioned something about the younger sister, but it was like a magical pen, and it was indescribable."
Zhang Dongyun looked at the girl in front of him, and smiled faintly: "Compared with the situation when I first saw you and I, now you are more like a child."
"Brother laughed."
Shen Herong spread out the paper on the table, picked up a pen and wrote quietly.
Zhang Dongyun's mind moved slightly.
On the other side, Mr. Black Cloud, which he projected, welcomed reports from the people below.
"Senior, someone is visiting from outside the city."
Always calmly returning to Tianyu, his expression is a little weird at this moment: "It is the elder Yunchen who has forgotten the truth."
Elder Yunchen, the seventh realm of Taoism, Yuanying's cultivation realm, the realm of forgetting the truth, second only to the master of senior citizens.
Before, I heard that he was recovering from his wounds in retreat?
"Go to ask someone to know why he is here." Mr. Wu Yun indifferently ordered.
Hui Tianyu promised: "Yes, this junior will go..."
"No." Mr. Wu Yun interrupted.
He has a more suitable candidate.
Many things, placed in the wrong place are garbage, placed in the right place are resources.
Just like some people, it is suitable for some things.
"Let Cao Feng go."
The old man in black said lightly.