Chapter 39: That Xu Pingzhi is not a son of man

　　 "Good poetry, Ning Yan really has a peerless poetic talent." Li Mubai gave a "pop" and clapped hard.
　　 He looked very excited, he was surprised when a scholar saw a good poem, and he also looked forward to how the college students would react after seeing the poem.
　　 Zhang Shen didn't comment, looking at Xu Qi'an's gaze, he became more admired and contented, as if the other party was really the student he brought out.
　　 "The text is simple, but meaningful. The night and night lights are bright and the other is the chicken. It is when a man is studying... Brother Jinyan, do you remember the days when we were young in college?"
　　 Chen Tai tasted this persuasive poem, and only felt that he had a long aftertaste.
　　 Zhang Shen was stunned, recalling the scene of studying in the first half of the year, and said:
　　 "Isn't that what we were talking about? When I was young, my family was poor and I could only eat two steamed buns a day. I was hungry and hungry in the middle of the night, and I tried to study hard."
　　 Li Mubai said quietly, "Is that the reason you stole my chicken eggs?"
　　 Zhang Shen said displeased: "How can it be called stealing about scholars? That was a loan, didn't I pay you back later?"
　　 Li Mubai blew his beard and stared: "A chicken egg in poor times is worth a thousand dollars now."
　　 Chen Tai "coughed" and interrupted the quarrel between the two friends, and looked at Xu Xinnian: "After you leave the old, no matter how you rank, you are eligible to be an official. Have you considered the future?"
　　 suddenly cut to the topic, making everyone a little uncomfortable, Zhang Shen and Li Mubai shut up one after another, subconsciously making plans for Xu Cijiu.
Chen Tai looked at the two great scholars who wanted to speak but stopped, and did not give them a chance to speak: "Usually speaking, staying in Beijing and then releasing is the right path for official promotion. Although I am not an official, I have a chance in Dafeng officialdom. It's kind of face, but I can plan for you to stay in Beijing."
　　 As a teacher, Zhang Shen immediately opened his eyes and smiled: "It's so good, farewell, I don't want to thank Brother Chen soon."
　　 "No need, if you really want to repay, the old man does have an idea..." Chen Tai smiled.
　　 Listening to what an old friend said, Zhang Shen and Li Mubai felt that something was wrong.
　　 No one said to repay you.
　　 I just listened to Chen Tai smiled and said, "Ning Yan, you are a piece of raw jade, and you still need to carve it if you want to be a good material. These two old men are very rough, you can switch to the old man."
　　 "Go away, shameless old thief." Li Mubai and Zhang Shen were furious.
　　 Xu Qi'an seized the opportunity and immediately said: "Two gentlemen, Ning Yan does have questions for advice."
　　 I came to Yunlu Academy today and it was a white prostitute.
　　 "The juniors have been stuck in the refinement realm for a long time. Because of their lack of merit and poverty at home, they have never had the resources and opportunities to step into the spirit training realm." Xu Qi'an bent over ninety degrees and said:
　　 "Sir, please help me open the gate."
　　 This is his second purpose in coming to the academy, although he can sell the artifacts given by Song Qing in exchange for the silver to open the heaven.
　　 But that is not happy at all, Xu Qi'an is a person who pursues happiness.
　　 Zhang Shen shook his head and laughed: "You are rushing to the doctor. What I am waiting for is Confucianism and Taoism. How can I help you open the heaven? How the Wufu Qi machine circulates in the body and how to walk the meridians, this is what you Wufu only know."
The difference between the systems is bigger than I thought... Xu Qi'an was a little disappointed, and asked unwillingly: "The juniors don’t understand that since opening the heavenly gate requires the help of a master above the level, how did the first person open it? Tianmen?"
　　 "Do you think that the road to martial arts was created by someone? It was accomplished overnight?" Li Mubai asked him back before drinking, holding the tea cup.
　　 Xu Qi'an shook his head, saying that he didn't know.
"It was created by generations of people," Li Mubai said slowly: "Perhaps at the very beginning, the refinement stage was already at its peak. Someone opened the heavenly gate by coincidence, and the Qi practice stage became the pinnacle of martial arts. It took years and months to form a complete martial arts system."
　　 "A coincidence?" Xu Qi'an caught the key word.
　　 "The safest and most convenient way for a refiner to help open the gate is the safest and most convenient way, but it's not the only one." This time Chen Tai took the topic and said with a smile:
　　 "When a baby is born, there is an innate qi. As the age grows, the heavenly gate is closed, and the innate true qi is stored in the body. If you want to regain control of this qi, you have to open the closed heavenly gate again."
　　 Xu Qi'an nodded. People eat whole grains and produce impurities, which block the Tianmen and block the operation of the gas machine.
　　 The second uncle taught him these theoretical knowledge before.
　　 "There are many methods, in addition to the familiar opening of the heavenly gate, there are two other methods: one, vomiting."
　　 "The spit-na method needs to be practiced at a young age, soaking in medicinal baths every day, washing the meridians, and penetrating the heavenly gates. After more than ten years, it costs a lot of money. This method has been eliminated."
　　" The second method is to use external force to open the heavenly gate, which is also the stupid method adopted by the original predecessors. For example, swallowing monster pills.
　　 "The demon pill is the essence of the demon clan's Taoism and contains majestic energy. After swallowing the demon pill, the majestic power will forcibly open up the eight channels of the odd meridians, but because it cannot be controlled, it is a method of life."
　　 So that's it....Although I didn't get any free prostitutes, I still touched it for nothing. It's not a loss...Xu Qi'an said gratefully, "Mr. Xie's teaching."
　　 Look, humble and polite, and nice to speak. The three Confucian scholars smiled and stroked their beards, very satisfied with Xu Qi'an.
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　　 Located in the center of the academy is the Sage Academy, also called the Sage Temple, which is dedicated to the first person who pioneered Confucianism and Taoism.
　　 Outside the Saint’s Academy, a large flat covered with bluestone slabs can accommodate all the students of Yunlu Academy.
　　The Dean of the Academy gathers students here every spring and autumn, and mobilizes them to study hard, get fame, and die for the society.
　　 There is a low wall mottled with red paint on the Daping, and a layer of paper that cannot be peeled off is stuck on the wall.
　　 This wall is the bulletin board of Yunlu Academy. It is used to post articles, poems, calligraphy and paintings of the gentlemen of the Academy, as well as excellent works that occasionally appear among the students.
　　 Then there are some notices from the college.
　　 Two book boys came to the notice, one holding a roll of paper, the other smearing rice paste on the notice wall, and then working together to unfold a huge sheet of paper tall and stick it on the notice wall.
　　 Such a move immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding students, especially the huge sheet of paper that was too tall for one person.
　　 "What has been posted? Go, go and have a look."
　　 "Hey, it's not an article, it's like a poem... Then what's so interesting."
　　 "After Lay Ziyang left the college, the gentlemen and Confucian scholars in our college made no difference whether they looked at poems or not."
　　 While talking, the students gathered under the low wall in twos and threes, watching the huge paper in the new post.
　　 The handwriting on the paper is flying and dancing, and it penetrates the back of the paper, and between the pen and the stroke, there is a sharp meaning.
　　 "This is Mr. Zhang's character." Some students recognized it.
　　 More students are looking at the poems on paper.
　　 "The three watch lights and the five watch chickens are just when a man is reading... ashamed, ashamed. After Qiuwei, I never read at night again."
　　 "This poem looks simple and ordinary at first glance, but it reveals profound truths and is thought-provoking."
　　 "Where is simple and ordinary, the black hair does not know how to study early, and the white head regrets his late study! The road is simple, and the most reasonable sayings are in it."
"Bai Shoufang regretted that I was too late in my studies...I used to be too slack, indulging in hand-talking, traveling in the mountains, and less and less energy on reading. After seeing this poem, I realized that I would definitely regret it in the future of."
　　 "Which great scholar did this poem come from?"
　　 More and more people crowded under the low wall and looked up at the poem on the wall. When the emotions were immersed in it, they had a great resonance with this poem to encourage learning.
　　 The scene depicted in the first couplet made the students ashamed. Even though he has worked hard in his studies, who can do three and five changes?
　　 But this is not a lie, because there are such examples. The great scholars and gentlemen of the college often use their own examples to warn students.
　　 And some of the students are very hard, and they stay up all night to study.
　　 It is the second couplet that really makes the young students' heart palpitations: the black hair doesn't know how to study early, and the white head regrets being late in studying.
　　 seems to be announcing their future experience~EbookFREE.me~ Some young people who have been slack in their studies recently, after asking themselves, they feel palpitations, fearing that they will regret that they will be too late in the future.
　　The emotion of living up to the spring in my heart, and studying hard.
　　 Not far away, at the edge of Daping, three great scholars watched this scene, and Chen Tai laughed: "They all say that poetry is useless, as everyone knows, poetry is the most touching. Xu Ningyan is really a peerless poet."
Seeing that the persuasion poems actively aroused the emotions of the students, Zhang Shen couldn't help but spread a smile on his face: "This is true. He only used a cup of tea. This level, let alone today, is a history , Can also be among the best."
　　 Li Mubai asked suddenly: "He said that he had abandoned his studies, do you believe it?"
　　 The two great scholars nodded at the same time, Li Mubai couldn't help but smile: "Why do you see it?"
　　 "When he was composing a poem, he had to give the old man a ghostwriter." Zhang Shen said.
　　 "As a scholar, writing poems will make others ghostwriters." Chen Tai added: "Unless he is not good at calligraphy."
　　 Every scholar is proficient in calligraphy. This is the basic skill.
　　 Li Mubai said with emotion: "Unfortunately, he is already in his prime, so it's too late to change to Confucianism and Taoism."
　　 Chen Tai was heartbroken: "Such a talent, to learn martial arts, it is simply a violent thing."
　　 The rough takeoff is not worthy of Xu Ningyan's amazing talent.
　　Zhang Shen seemed to think of something, and said uneasy: "I heard the old saying that when the two were young, his father decided to leave the old school and study martial arts instead."
　　 "That Xu Pingzhi was not a son of man, and left a seed of reading in vain. It is really hateful and hateful." Li Mubai said bitterly.
　　 The two great scholars deeply agree.
　　PS: I really want to be on the shelves early and start to explode (funny).