Li Qingxian couldn't laugh or cry: "My literary studies have been interrupted, and I have to start over again. Confucianism requires me to study the Four Books and Five Classics, one book a year! It will take nine years for me to be qualified to open the Middle Dantian, and it may not be successful. I really
If I can't do it, my eyes will be darkened when it comes to Wen Xiu Sutra."
"Zhao Yishan, the current chief assistant, started studying literature again at the age of twelve, studied hard for twenty years, and finally hit the Dantian. After that, he has been prosperous all the way. Last year, he ranked first in the class and became famous all over the world."
"Can I compare to a pervert like Zhao Yishan? You really think highly of me. If I remember correctly, when he was the top pick in high school, he was on the same list as you?"
"Indeed." Zhou Chunfeng said.
Li Qingxian said: "Uncle Zhou, I'm not talking about you. Although Zhao Yishan was already over fifty when he was the top scholar, he was the top scholar, you were the top scholar, and he was the top scholar in the same ranking. Why has it been so many years?
, you are only in the fourth rank, but he was promoted to the first rank? This literary cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat!"
"Believe it or not, I will beat you out." Zhou Chunfeng pointed at Li Qingxian with an ox bone fan and laughed.
"Look, you can't even compare to him. I'll risk my life to compete with Zhao Yishan!"
Li Qingxian felt helpless.
I really thought about studying literature a few days ago, but I was just a scumbag at Blue Star.
Not to mention those profound Confucian classics, even ancient poems, I have never memorized them since high school. I have long forgotten them and can only remember some fragments of sentences and words.
The key point is that literary cultivation can only be promoted by studying the scriptures and pursuing Confucian ideals. No matter how many poems you know, it will not improve your literary quality at all.
With my little knowledge of poetry, I can barely make a fool of myself. When I encounter poems that are similar to those in my previous life, I can help others change the poems and become a master of poetry.
But the literary spirit gained by Master Shi cannot be promoted, and can only be used to feed the Zhengqi Sword.
What's more, I have the Destiny Instrument in my hand, so if I don't spend my time practicing the art of destiny and spend so many years pursuing literary studies with an uncertain future, I'm simply putting the cart before the horse.
Seeing that the two of them were silent, Zhou Hen couldn't help but said: "Then how did you discover the thunder seed of Shenxiao?"
Zhou Chunfeng also looked at Li Qingxian.
Li Qingxian coughed lightly and said, "I told you that I discovered it accidentally through fortune-telling. I didn't know if it was true or not at the time. I just tried it. I didn't expect it to work."
Zhou Hen said: "Are your talismans, chicken blood, and money swords real or fake?"
Li Qingxian smiled and said: "Of course it's fake. Life magicians use sheep blood, not chicken blood."
"What is the thunder seed in the sky?" Zhou Hen was really curious.
Li Qingxian spread his hands and said: "To be honest, I don't know either. But Sister Youfei said it was a treasure given by the Emperor of Heaven. Uncle Zhou, do you know?"
Zhou Chunfeng shook his head and said: "This must be an ancient divine object, and the virtuous will live in it. Since you have obtained this object, it is favored by God. However, it cannot be spread to outsiders. The remaining people of the Night Guard and Tianxiao Sect have all been enslaved by me.
Got the gag order.”
"Is there something wrong with those people from the Night Guard and Tianxiao faction who were killed by the thunder?" Li Qingxian asked.
Zhou Chunfeng said: "Afterwards, it was verified that the night guards pretending to be the third grade of the Demon Sect were already dead. One of the two night guards killed by the thunder was a demon cultivator and the other was an evil cultivator. The two disciples of the Tianxiao sect were both demon cultivators.
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"Uncle Zhou, this time I helped the Night Guard eradicate five demon sects of the third grade, countless little shrimps, and killed four moles. Let me count the merits." Li Qingxian leaned on the back of his chair with a smile.
Zhou Chunfeng shook his head and said: "If this credit is given to you, what will Ye Han do?"
Li Qingxian suddenly realized and said: "I think you should promote Ye Han to make the Demon Sect more certain that it is him."
Zhou Chunfeng nodded, and then said: "Yesterday I learned that you were promoted to the tenth rank, and I asked the Commander-in-Chief to promote you to the rank of Chief of the Jiajiufang Team. Who knew it was a step too late, and the Commander-in-Chief had other plans."
"Huh?" Li Qingxian felt that Zhou Chunfeng's tone was wrong.
"I argued hard, and in the end the commander-in-chief had to give up the choice of the team leader, but he had to appoint the team deputy. The team deputy is Wei Yong, the director of the Night Guard Finance Department." Zhou Chunfeng said.
Li Qingxian's face darkened. Pang Mingjing, the head of the financial department's accounting office who had harmed him in Hubu Street, was Wei Yong's confidant. He had been secretly inquiring about the financial department and people these days.
"You can't say no?"
"Wei Yong is very good at this. He knows that I can't let his people serve as captains, and I will definitely contradict the commander. I can contradict him once, but I can't contradict him twice. Otherwise, what's the shame of the commander?
How to get along with each other? So sending a team deputy to mix the sand was his real purpose. I couldn't predict it beforehand, and I didn't understand it until the captain of the guard proposed the candidate for the team deputy, but it was too late." Zhou Chunfeng said.
Li Qingxian said helplessly: "You officials are full of tricks. Wei Yong must have promised you the benefits of coaxing the king."
"It's just a small thing." Zhou Chunfeng said with a smile.
"Aren't you angry?"
"It's just a small matter." Zhou Chunfeng didn't seem to care at all about Wei Yong mixing sand in Shendu Division.
Li Qingxian couldn't understand and looked at Zhou Hen, who looked like he was playing tricks on his head and said don't ask me about it.
Zhou Chunfeng drank the tea with a smile and said: "Tomorrow is the Sizheng Hall. If you have entered the first rank, you can participate in the first hall. I will take you to identify people. The Shendu Secretary can directly appoint the tenth rank. Tonight I will send someone to escort you."
Go to the Dingpin Book and the tenth-grade official uniform."
"Then when I am promoted from the tenth grade to the tenth grade, should I participate in the Qingyun selection test just like other promotions?"
"There is no need to participate in the tenth-grade promotion. As long as you can fight for 100 rounds with the ninth-grade, the head guard can issue a certificate of qualification. Others from the ninth-grade to the positive ninth-grade need to wait for the annual Qingyun test, and the night guard passes the internal
Just take the assessment. But starting from the eighth rank, you need to participate in the national unified Qingyun Examination, regardless of Confucianism, Daoism, martial arts, or evil spirits. Of course, some casual cultivators who do not serve in the imperial court, after being recommended and tested, do not need to participate in every rank.
For example, the young concubine only participates in the fourth-grade Qingyun test."
The two chatted for a while, and Zhou Chunfeng gave many instructions. Only then did Li Qingxian leave with the pastry plate in the helpless eyes of Zhou Chunfeng and Zhou Hen.
After leaving Chunfeng Residence, Li Qingxian went straight to the medical clinic. He learned that Zheng Hui and Yu Ping had left, and went to Room Jiajiu.
Before entering the door, I heard Han Anbo sigh.
"Brother Zheng, I'm afraid he has lost his vitality this time. For such a dark person, there is not a trace of white hair on his head in his fifties. In just one day, his hair has turned gray by half..."
Li Qingxian entered the door, and Han Anbo and Yu Ping looked over with complicated eyes.
Maybe the window paper is too thick and the room is a little dark.
"What's wrong with Captain Zheng?" Li Qingxian asked.
Yu Ping, who was white and fat, forced out an ugly fake smile, took the cake without any courtesy, gave Han Anbo a piece of osmanthus cake, held it by himself, and ate it silently.
Han Anbo held the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, 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 is so strong that he will not come back."
"Don't you want to persuade him? After all, Ye Wei still has this leather body to protect him." Li Qingxian said.
Han Anbo shook his head and said: "I tried to persuade him, but how could he listen? He was injured on the job, and even if he lost his tenth-grade salary, as long as he didn't make any mistakes and still had the status of a night guard, he would still get the salary of an ordinary night guard."
Li Qingxian didn't know what to say, so he just sat aside.
Yu Ping swallowed the water chestnut cake and said in a low voice: "Now everyone in the yamen says that you have been promoted to a high-ranking official, and you want to take over as the captain of the Jiajiu Fang Team?"