Li Qingxian said laughing and crying: "My literary practice is interrupted, and I can only start again. Confucianism needs to practice the Four Books and Five Classics for a year! Only after nine years can I be qualified to open the middle dantian, and it may not be successful. I really do it

Not yet, I have a dark look at Wen Xiu's scriptures."

"The current chief assistant Zhao Yishan was re-educated at the age of twelve. After studying hard for twenty years, he finally opened his middle dantian, and then he was full of success. Last year, he ranked first and famous all over the world."

"Can I compare to the perverted Zhao Yishan? You really look down on me. If I remember correctly, he was on the same list as you when he was the top scorer in high school?"

"Indeed." Zhou Chunfeng said.

Li Qingxian said: "Uncle Zhou, it's not me who said to you. Although Zhao Yishan was already over fifty when he won the top scorer, his top scorer, Tanhua, is not much different from the same Jinshi as the top scorer. Why have so many years passed

, You are only in the fourth rank, but he is promoted to the first rank? This literary practice is like sailing against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat!"

"Believe it or not, I'll beat you out." Zhou Chunfeng held the cow bone fan and pointed at Li Qingxian and cursed.

"Look, you can't compare with him. I will compete with Zhao Yishan for my life!"

Li Qingxian felt helpless.

I really thought about Wen Xiu a few days ago, but I was just a poor student at Blue Star.

Not to mention those profound Confucian classics, even ancient poems, I have never memorized them since high school, and I have long forgotten them, and I can only remember some of the broken sentences and words.

The key is that when literary cultivation is promoted to the level, one can only rely on comprehending scriptures and pursuing the Confucian principles. No matter how many poems you can make, it will not improve the literary spirit at all.

With his own little poetry cultivation, he can barely touch a dead mouse. When he encounters poems similar to his previous life, he can help others change their war poems and become a poet.

But the literary spirit obtained by Master Shi cannot be promoted, and can only be used to feed the sword of righteousness.

What's more, Wen Xiu, who has the destiny in his hands and does not spend time practicing destiny, spends so many years of unreliable futures, is simply putting the cart before the horse.

Seeing that the two of them were not talking, Zhou Hen couldn't help but say, "How did you discover the Shenxiao Thunder Seed?"

Zhou Chunfeng also looked at Li Qingxian.

Li Qingxian coughed lightly and said, "I said that I discovered it by chance through life techniques. I didn't know whether it was true or not. I just tried it, but I didn't expect it to be done."

Zhou Hen said: "Are your talisman paper, chicken blood, and money swords true or false?"

Li Qingxian smiled and said, "Of course it's fake. Life magicians use sheep's blood, not chicken's blood."

"What is the Shenxiao Thunder Seed?" Zhou Hen was really curious.

Li Qingxian spread his hands and said, "To be honest, I don't know either. But Sister Young Concubine said it was given treasure by Emperor Tian, ​​Uncle Zhou, do you know?"

Zhou Chunfeng shook his head and said, "This must be an ancient divine object, and those who are virtuous are here. Since you have obtained this object, you will be favored by God. However, it cannot be reported outside the world. The remaining people of Yewei and Tianxiao Sect are all taken away by me.

The banned password was issued.”

"The Ye Wei and the Tianxiao Sect who were struck by thunder in heaven have any problems with their origins?" Li Qingxian said.

Zhou Chunfeng said: "After verified, the Ye Wei who was pretending to be a third-level demon sect, had already died. The two Ye Wei who were struck by heavenly thunder were one of the demon cultivators and the other was the evil cultivators. The two disciples of the Tianxiao Sect are both demon cultivators.

.”

"Uncle Zhou, I will help Ye Wei eliminate the third-grade five demon sects this time. I have countless little shrimps and killed four inner demons. I will calculate the credit for this." Li Qingxian leaned against the back of the chair with a smile.

Zhou Chunfeng shook his head and said, "If you give this credit, what will Ye Han do?"

Li Qingxian suddenly realized and said, "I think you should promote Ye Han to make the Demon Sect more sure it is him."

Zhou Chunfeng nodded and said, "Yesterday I knew you were promoted to the tenth rank. I asked the Chief Guard to prepare to promote you to the Chief Guard Team of the Nine Room. Who knew that it would be one step late, the Chief Guard Guard had other arrangements."

"Hmm?" Li Qingxian felt that Zhou Chunfeng's tone was wrong.

"I argued with reason, and in the end, the commander of the guard had to give up the team's chief candidate, but the team's deputy had to be assigned by him. The team's deputy was Wei Yong, the chief of the Yewei Finance Department." Zhou Chunfeng said.

Li Qingxian's face darkened. Pang Mingjing, the head of the accounting office of the Finance Department in the Ministry of Housing, was Wei Yong's confidant. He had been secretly inquiring about the Finance Department these days.

"You can't refuse?"

"Wei Yong is good at playing this trick. He knows that I can't let his people serve as the team leader. I will definitely contradict the guard. I can contradict once, but I can't contradict twice, otherwise what will the face of the guard? We will continue to contradict the guard.

How to get along? So sending a team deputy to mix sand is his real purpose. I can't predict it beforehand. It was not until the commander of the guard proposed the team deputy that I realized that it was too late." Zhou Chunfeng said.

Li Qingxian said helplessly: "You officials are full of colorful things. It must be Wei Yong's benefit to the cowardly king."

"It's just a small thing." Zhou Chunfeng smiled.

"Aren't you angry?"

"It's just a small matter." Zhou Chunfeng seemed to have no concern about Wei Yong's mixing sand in Shendusi.

Li Qingxian couldn't understand and looked at Zhou Hen, but Zhou Hen looked like he was just playing tricks on his mind and didn't ask me about things.

Zhou Chunfeng smiled and drank the tea and said, "Tomorrow is Si Zheng Hall. If you have entered the class, you can participate in the first class. I will take you to recognize people. Shendu Si can directly appoint the tenth class. I will send someone to deliver it tonight.

Go to the book of the final grade and go from the official uniform of the tenth grade."

"When I get promoted from the tenth grade to the 10th grade, should I participate in the Qingyun Certification Examination like other grades?"

"There is no need to participate in the tenth grade. As long as you can compete with the ninth grade for a hundred rounds, the master guard can issue a fixed-grade book. Others need to wait for the annual Qingyun test from the ninth grade to the ninth grade, and the night guard passes the internal

Assessment is enough. But starting from the eighth grade, you need to participate in the national unified Qingyun Test, whether it is Confucianism, Taoism, martial arts, or demons. Of course, some casual cultivators who do not serve in the court, after recommendation and testing, do not need to participate in each grade.

For example, the young concubine only participated in the fourth-rank Qingyun Examination.”

The two chatted for a while, and Zhou Chunfeng gave a lot of advice. Only then did Li Qingxian leave with a plate of pastry in Zhou Chunfeng and Zhou Hen's helpless eyes.

After leaving Chunfengju, Li Qingxian went straight to the clinic. When he learned that Zheng Hui and Yu Ping had left, he went to Room 9.

Before entering the door, Han Anbo sighed.

"Brother Zheng is afraid he has lost his energy this time. Such a black man has no trace of white hair on his head in his fifties. In just one day, his hair is half white..."

Li Qingxian entered the door, Han Anbo and Yu Ping looked over, their eyes full of complexity.

Maybe the window paper is too thick and the room is a little dark.

"What's wrong with Team Zheng?" Li Qingxian asked.

The fat and fat Yu Ping squeezed out an ugly smirk, took the pastry without any politeness, and gave Han Anbo a piece of osmanthus cake, held it himself and started to eat it silently.

Han Anbo held the osmanthus cake and looked at Li Qingxian and said, "Captain Zheng went home to recuperate. Without his cultivation, he could have been an ordinary night guard, but he was so strong that he would not come back."

"Don't you persuade him? At night, there is still this leather body to protect him." Li Qingxian said.

Han Anbo shook his head and said, "I have advised him, how could he listen? He was injured in his duty. Even if he lost his tenth grade salary, as long as he did not make any mistakes, he still had the salary of an ordinary night guard."

Li Qingxian didn't know what to say, just sat aside.

Yu Ping swallowed the horseshoe cake and whispered: "Now the yamen say that you are in the product, and you want to take over the ranks of the 9th House Team?"
Chapter completed!