When Bilin Pavilion was first built, perhaps to get a lucky draw, six courtyards were built on the sixth floor, but since its construction, there are only a few opportunities for it to be exploited.

Except for the No. 1 courtyard where Nanke was located at this time, the layout and decoration of the other courtyards each has its own charm and tone. This arrangement is also to better satisfy those noble people from different locations.

But those who are truly identifiable and have status rarely come. When they arrive at their position, if something really happens, at worst, they can just arrange for their subordinates to travel, and there is no need to travel a long distance in person.

Although there is really metaphysics in this world, the means of rushing to travel are still very single. Ordinary people rely on horses, some of them have Taoist abilities or wealthy families, rely on various tame monsters;

In essence, it all depends on two legs or three or four legs. The short-distance flying handle that comes from the west and flys outside the sky is not without, but if it is really used to travel for a long distance, this person will probably die of exhaustion on the way.

Therefore, compared with the protagonists in the world of fairy swords, a sword or a gourd, this world is also a world of fairy tales, but the word "fairy tales" is more down-to-earth.

At this time, in the No. 2 courtyard next to the courtyard where Nanke is located, the gate of the courtyard that has been closed for a long time is empty, and a red maple tree stands in the center of the courtyard. On the right side of the maple tree, a maid is playing the piano in the antique pavilion.

The young man and the middle-aged scholar were sitting opposite each other in the hall. Not far away, several servants were packing their luggage, and some specialties such as animal skins were packing.

They gave the previous courtyard to Nan Ke not just to sell it for a good deal, but because they will have to leave early tomorrow morning. Since they are leaving sooner or later, it is of course more cost-effective to sell it before leaving.

"Young Master, what do you think of this person? Will you be able to achieve great success in the future?" asked the middle-aged scholar casually. The others were packing their luggage, and they were just sitting here, and they were free and had to find something to talk about.

He was an aide. In ancient times, it was not really useful only when he made suggestions;

In normal times, he also has to cooperate with the master's entertainment or chat. In terms of nature, in addition to the different functions and the relatively stable position, he is actually somewhat similar to some modern professions.

Of course, in terms of social status and salary, it is better for the staff to be better.

"What do you want to call me? Master, sometimes you, sometimes you, sometimes you, sometimes you, I don't know if you thought you were talking to three people."

"Hey, shout as you like, shout as you like, what do you think?"

"Who knows?" The young man played with the jade pendant on his waist and leaned loosely on the chair. "If I could really tell someone's life at a glance, would I still chat with you?"

"Can you still set up a stall on the street to measure the good or bad luck?" the middle-aged scholar joked, "I heard that there is a blind man in the north of the royal city, which is quite accurate. It is said that he was an abandoned disciple of Tianji Pavilion."

"Can there be abandoned disciples in Tianji Pavilion? No, I mean, can their abandoned disciples come out alive?"

"Why can't there be? Everyone in Tsinghua Academy has Wenqu stars descended to earth. Nowadays, as long as you dare to think and say, who will really hold on to your words?"

"You're just talking too much." The young master blanched his eyes and said, "That person...what is that person's name?"

"Nan Ke." The middle-aged scribe reminded.

"Well, this Nanke, there is no need to say about the qualifications. After all, I am extremely talented, but this qualification belongs to the qualifications. Although there are not many people like them, if you really want to say that one will be released in fifty years, who would really believe it?

Now those who stand in the sky are only one national teacher with other talents. Let’s put it this way, this talent seems to be a gift, but who knows what the price of this gift is?

My mother's youngest son is said to be born with a sage and has always been a wise man since he was a child. But look at him, the family has never tried any way, and there is no possibility of practicing."

"Hey, the one next door to your mother's house is really extraordinary. Even if you don't know how to practice, you will be a great talent in the country in the future. After all, this kind of governance and stability cannot be achieved by any immortal technique."

The young man didn't take the blame. He knew that he wanted to continue the matter. The person opposite him might be willing to use the natural child prodigy to mock him again.

After all, there are not many people who can be used by this person to mock him, but even though I am not convinced by that person, I really have nothing to say if I have to refute it.

"Nan Ke, now next door to us." The young man pointed to the west, which was the direction of the yard where Nan Ke was located.

"Different, different. If the person next door was born next door to your mother's house, we probably wouldn't have any chance to get close to you now. If you really want to get close to you, no one will pay attention to you."

"So, this person is content. You have to believe that everything you encounter is the best arrangement." The young master gave out his own 'chicken soup'.

The middle-aged literati looked strange, "Where did you hear these words?"

"It doesn't matter what it sounds like. What's important is that if I didn't have these words to comfort me over the years, I might not be able to survive.

Haha, what do you scholars like to say about the hardships of ten years, but I have suffered more than ten years?

Just now, I have to travel thousands of miles from the royal city to avoid the limelight, but who can tell me where the limelight is?"

"But if you haven't been these years, you won't be who you are today." The middle-aged scribe paused and continued: "As for the so-called limelight, alas, the situation is pressing, and sometimes you have to take a step back."

"I understand the truth, but I still feel a little uncomfortable."

"Who can be really at ease?" the middle-aged scholar sighed and pointed to the top of his head, "It's the one above, is he free?"

"Haha." The young man sneered twice, "That was what he asked for."

"Your Majesty actually has difficulties."

"Who has no trouble in the world?"

“…”

The middle-aged scholar did not reply. If he spoke further, he would not have been permanently sealed by the servants around him who helped package and organize them.

At this moment, the young master suddenly asked, "I forgot to ask before, which book did you leave in the end?"

They had no specific purpose for this trip, just to avoid the limelight. The preparation of this equipment is naturally what life needs, and what cultivation tips should be mentioned...

There are, but they are not very reliable. Most of them are obtained by chance along the way. They find it interesting and casually put on them. Although it is not so precious, each book has its own strengths.

"He probably hasn't practiced, has good physical fitness, but cannot sense qi, blood or spiritual energy. But with that talent as a guarantee, no matter which path of cultivation, he should achieve twice the result with half the effort."

"Well, then, which book did you give?"

"I thought, since this is a foundation, I naturally have to choose a good one. His qualifications are obviously more suitable to take the path of polishing blood and energy first. If this blood and energy are condensed, if there is no good trick, it will have to suffer a lot.

Although the conditions we have been a little worse along the way, what we see and hear is indeed different from what we have been in the royal city before. The sufferings among the people can only be understood by seeing them with our own eyes.

Those poor families who have no way or conditions have no talent, but have no good methods. When they practice, they are really as difficult as the book says."

"Don't talk about the sufferings of the people first. Although I haven't practiced much, I also know how to get started with qi and blood. The foundation is solid, and it's easy to learn something else. So, did you get the mountain-shaking scripture?"

The Mountain Shaking Sutra was a martial arts book they collected on the road. It mainly focuses on guarding. It can shake the mountains by polishing itself. With Nanke's rapid healing, even if it cannot defeat people, at least it can save a life.

And because the word "stable" in the book of martial arts is already in use, the way of cultivation is relatively slow. Although the progress may be a little slow, the advantage lies in stability. Even if Yinanke's talent is slow, it should not be much slower.

The middle-aged literati's face suddenly became a little embarrassed, and the hand that was shaking the fan stopped at this time.

"What?" The young man was stunned, then raised his hand and pointed at the middle-aged literati's face. "We mostly have some qi practice techniques, and there are only two books that polish blood and qi. You, you..."

Although the young master has no talent in practicing Taoism and has not made any achievements over the years, he has a rich background and has extraordinary people who have been in contact with him since childhood. He can understand a lot by what he has learned from him.

It is precisely because I understand a lot that I understand how inappropriate the other martial arts are.

The middle-aged scholar smiled awkwardly, "Well, I don't think that since it's a piece of uncensored jade, it must be polished by a master. Although the inventor of the Shansha Sutra is not bad, how can he compare with that national master?

Besides, although that book has a way to go, since it was created by the national teacher, it must have its own strengths. Others may not be able to practice it, but that kid is different, maybe it will be done."

"Ha, do you have any advantages?" The young man was so angry that his hands were trembling, and pointed to the middle-aged literati, "Tell me, tell me, don't you really know why that book was written?

That was the national teacher who was harassed by the nobles and was harassed and created to silence people. In the royal city, which one has no book on this book?

But even if there are so many auxiliary materials and guidance, the nobles will have to practice for a while. There are many problems with this. Have you ever heard of someone who has learned this?

Let’s take a step back, just the beginning of the book, what do you tell me is a serious exercise?”

"I think the beginning is what the national master said. As for the latter, well, since those techniques can be written, they must be able to practice. It is hard to say that the national master practices that way."

"Can you practice?" The young man slapped the table, "Tell me, which family in the royal city has practiced it?"

"This is not a proof that those people are not good at being so good." The middle-aged scribe said embarrassedly, "And, I used a note to cover the opening paragraph, which can be regarded as... to avoid him from taking the wrong path?"

Obviously, he also knew that he was a little reckless in this matter. After all, he always felt a little itchy when he met a genius who had met once in fifty years, right?

And in the eyes of middle-aged scribes;

Although the national master is usually a bit arrogant, he has reached that level and level. Even if he writes things casually, it may be better than most of the cultivation secrets.

"Hiss, you are throwing my favor into the water. No, no, you are just jealous. I found a piece of uncensored jade. You are sincerely trying to smash my sign!"

The young man stood up, squinted his eyes and looked at the water clock in the courtyard.

"It's okay, but it's been less than an hour.

Even if we left, he started to watch it, and immediately started practicing after reading it. He probably couldn't get in. Now he went over and stopped it!”

The middle-aged literati also stood up, no longer shaking his fan, and no longer stroked his beard, and asked hesitantly:

"But if he really starts to practice and we will rashly enter, wouldn't it be that his qi and blood?

Although I don’t know much about this qi and blood condensation, I also know that this first qi and blood condensation is the most dangerous. If I have any disturbances and interruptions, I may end up with a lifelong disability.”

“…”

The young master stopped and turned around and glared at the middle-aged scholar with some anger.

"You also know that it is the most dangerous to condense blood and energy at the beginning?"

The middle-aged scribe laughed awkwardly, yelled, and said, "Then..."

The young master pondered for a while and said:

"You have to go. Even if it really interrupts his blood and blood, at least he will be disabled. He may be able to recover by himself, but if it really happens to be the first time he encounters it astray;

It would be really difficult to remedy it later. Even if it was saved, it would not be damaged to his cultivation. This loss was fine in the early stage. When it came later, it might be a world!"

After saying that, the young man waved his sleeves and hurried out again.

However, just as the two of them were about to walk out of the courtyard, their steps suddenly stopped.

The young master looked to the west and said in surprise: "This is..."

Although he was not good at learning, he could still perceive such obvious fluctuations in blood and energy, and the direction of the fluctuations in blood and energy was exactly the west side of them, which was where Nan Ke was.

"It's done!" A rare excitement appeared on the middle-aged scholar's face. After all, his own negligence seemed to have really made something.

"Hiss, this breath, the ninth grade?" The young man smashed his mouth and said sourly: "Aren't you called a genius when you were young? Tell me, how long did you take from the beginning to the ninth grade?"

The middle-aged literati stroked his beard and replied after a while:

"One and a half months."

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The data last week was pretty good, but it seemed that it was gone after just one test recommendation. What should I do if I gged this book?
Chapter completed!