Chapter 417: After poetry and prose is the literary way
Li Changan took a shower, changed his clothes, and just walked out of the room.
I was startled by the group of people blocking the door.
"You, what are you...?"
Feng Buyi hurriedly stepped forward, "Sir, that golden light just now...did you see it?"
Li Changan's heart tightened slightly.
The movement of this golden light is too big, I'm afraid it's hard to cover it up.
Even if it is said to be a third grade grammar, it seems that it cannot be justified, and the lie will inevitably be exposed.
But he still pretended to be calm, looked at the excited expressions on the others' faces, and nodded, "Yes, I saw it."
Song Siren couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, "Sir, I just wrote your poems on the Wenchang Monument. Guess what...?"
"Pa." Zeng Shicai slapped Song Siren on the back, "Are you guessing lantern riddles with the adults?"
Then he stepped forward and said, "Sir, just now, the Wenchang Monument was returned to its place!"
"Yes, yes..." All the officials were nodding, their faces full of excitement, and they were all talking,
"The Wenchang Monument returned to its place, and then the golden light of merit came down!"
"We all benefited a lot."
"Although the common people cannot practice cultivation, their health has improved."
"Those who were injured before are now healed all of a sudden. There are also many elderly people who have been suffering from coughing, and they have all recovered. Their health is obviously much better than before."
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Li Changan's mouth twitched slightly, and the tension in his heart immediately disappeared. These guys attributed the appearance of the golden light of merit to the return of the Wenchang Monument.
"Who wrote my poems on the Wenchang stele?"
After asking this question, Xue Shiqing was pushed out directly.
Xue Shiqing rubbed his head in embarrassment, "Sir, you don't have to thank me..."
"Pah." Li Changan immediately gave him a blow, "Why did my poetry end up in your hands?"
Xue Shiqing subconsciously lowered his head and admitted his mistake.
Feng Buyi hurriedly said, "Sir, don't blame him. If he hadn't written the poems on it, the Wenchang Monument would not have returned to its place."
"There won't be this golden light."
Li Changan smiled and said, "Okay, this is a good thing. Do you really think you'll punish me if I'm fine?"
The anxiety on Xue Shiqing's face disappeared instantly, and then he asked cautiously, "Sir, sir..."
"What's wrong?" Li Changan looked over.
"This golden light is probably the legendary golden light of merit, which has unexpected magic." Xue Shiqing swallowed his throat and asked hesitantly,
"Just... I want to ask... has your literary skills... recovered?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became tense.
Everyone subconsciously held their breath, nervous and hopeful.
Li Changan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, "Not yet."
Everyone's expressions froze for a moment, and then they sighed softly.
The disappointment on Xue Shiqing's face was clear, and he shook his head helplessly.
"but……"
As soon as Li Changan changed the subject, the originally depressing atmosphere in the courtyard immediately changed again.
He patted Xue Shiqing's shoulder, "But there seems to be some changes."
"It was dark before, but now it seems that I have some vague feelings. Although the culture has not recovered, it is developing in a good direction."
He spread his hands, "Besides, didn't you notice? I also took a shower."
"My martial arts cultivation level has just been improved, reaching the sixth level."
"Now that I am stronger, I will have more strength to beat you in the future."
No one knew what to say.
It's definitely a good thing to say yes, but I feel very sorry.
Feng Buyi sighed softly, "It is said in ancient books that the golden light of merit is very rare. If you come here a few more times, your literary skills should be restored."
"You also said it's very rare. Do you really think you can come as many times as you want?" Song Siren rolled his eyes.
Li Changan smiled and clapped his hands, "Okay, everyone has gained something today, go back and have a rest."
"Disaster relief in the south is coming to an end, but the final finishing work must continue."
"In the last month, you should not take it lightly. Go back and have a good sleep, and order your meal on time tomorrow morning."
"yes."
"yes."
The group of people clasped their fists and saluted one after another, and then left the yard.
Li Chang'an smiled and shook his head, returned to the study, leaned back on the chair, re-entered the sea of consciousness, and began to carefully explore the state after the breakthrough.
Feng Buyi and others left the courtyard and couldn't help but sigh.
"Even the golden light of merit is useless. Is it true that your master's literary skills can never be restored?" Feng Busuo said helplessly.
"Okay, you're the one with the crow's mouth." Zeng Shicai stopped what he was saying, "This is the return of Wushan County after 800 years, but our contribution to disaster relief in the south is not small, especially the adults."
"The imperial court will erect a monument of merit and deeds at that time, which should bring about a lot of luck. Your Excellency will still have a chance."
"Can it be the same?" Feng Buyu asked, "This is the golden light of merit. Do you really think that when the monument of merit is erected, the golden light of merit will appear?"
"What the merit monument gathers is only luck, not the golden light of merit."
Song Siren poked Feng Buyi, who was complaining, "Keep your voice down and stop talking nonsense."
"Whether your lord's moral integrity is restored or not will have a great impact. Keep your mouth shut."
The three of them looked at each other, then nodded and lowered their voices in unison.
"If your scholar's liberal arts are restored, your poems, essays, and political talents will definitely rise in the wind. I am afraid that within ten years at most, a new third-grade Confucian will appear in the Jin Dynasty." Feng Buyi said.
Song Siren was also quite sorry, "Yes, in my opinion, your lord's political talent is more amazing than his poetic talent."
"Southern Disaster Relief, you and I both belong to your lord's department, but we all know that your lord's strategy almost runs through the entire Southern Patrol Division."
"And you really do things for the people, otherwise it would be impossible to bring about the golden light of merit!"
Zeng Shicai glanced at the two of them strangely and chuckled, "I think your stance seems a bit wrong."
"None of you are from White Deer Academy. If your lord's liberal arts are restored, I'm afraid you, as well as many of my current colleagues, will all be my enemies in the future."
"Only I am truly on the same battlefield as your Excellency."
Feng Buyi quickly slapped him, "Shut up, your conscience has been eaten by a dog."
Song Siren also extended his hand directly.
They didn't even notice that they had subtly put Li Changan ahead of the faction.
The same is true for other envoy officials under Li Changan's command.
That's why others hurried over to ask while they were still realizing the benefits of promotion.
And at the same time,
Because of this sudden golden light of merit, the entire Jin Dynasty was thrown into chaos.
Secret messages were sent out one after another.
This news cannot be concealed at all.
The golden light of merit covers three hundred miles, and within three hundred miles, he can cure a blind man.
"What did you say!?"
"Gong, golden light of merit!?"
"Covered for three hundred miles!?"
The major yamen, families, and major academies in the capital were all shocked by the golden light of merit.
These four words were like thunder, exploding in the minds of everyone who heard the news.
Even the third-grade scholar who had been in seclusion in Wensheng Palace all year round was alarmed and walked out of Wensheng Palace.
"What kind of virtues have you cultivated in Wushan County in the south? In order to attract the golden light of merit!?"
"If I had been there at that time, I might even have had hope of breaking through the shackles and entering the second level!"
"Wushan County, which had been divided for eight hundred years, was completely restored to its throne because of a poem by Li Changan!?"
"Is this Li Changan the reincarnation of the poet saint? Why is he everywhere?"
Even a third-grade scholar cannot bear such an impact.
The golden light of merit is too rare, and it is of great help to practice. No matter whether it is literature or martial arts, everyone can benefit a lot from it.
Especially those who are trapped by shackles, if they have the golden light of merit, they may be able to break through the shackles and reach a new level.
How can you not be excited?
"Last time, he wrote a long poem and controlled the destiny that only a third-grade scholar can touch."
"Now it's another poem, which attracts the golden light of merit."
"I now doubt whether this guy is the reincarnation of the saints."
"I can't figure it out, why is he still so defiant when he has clearly lost his literary skills?"
"He has done so many great things that are rare in the world."
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At this time, no one can remain calm.
Watching with helpless eyes, the people of Nanxun Zhenfusi were baptized by the golden light of merit.
But they could only listen to them describe the benefits of the golden light of merit, and their hearts felt like there were thousands of ants crawling around them, which was extremely tormenting.
"The disaster relief work in the south will be completed in a month at most, and there will still be a merit monument by then."
"The people from Nanxun Zhenfusi are really lucky!"
"It's the golden light of merit, and the blessing of national luck..."
"The three southern prefectures are now on the right track, and the construction of the Wushan Wanzhong Dam has been completed. Next is their harvest time."
"It's really a good harvest, and it's a great harvest. These two years are equivalent to ten years of cultivation for me. I'm afraid there will be many people who can directly pass a level!"
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There is almost no one who does not feel sad.
When the Southern Patrol Division had just determined the quota, they were not selected. At that time, they were still thinking about whether they would fail.
As time goes by, the response to the disaster relief in the south is getting better and better, and the luck of the three prefectures is increasing day by day.
They had already begun to feel uncomfortable.
Now this golden light of merit has directly triggered the jealousy in my heart that is not humane to outsiders.
Li Changan didn't even have time to carefully understand the Cangsheng Sheji Ding.
I was awakened by the Qianli Telephone Note.
Gu Weidao contacted him immediately, "How is it?"
No other nonsense said.
Li Changan also heard the master's eagerness, and said with a chuckle, "Very good, now we have entered the sixth level."
He didn't say literary or martial arts, but how could Gu Weidao not hear it?
He breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Okay, okay..."
"It would be great if Master were here, maybe he could directly resume his literary and Taoist cultivation." Li Changan said with regret.
Gu Weidao smiled and said, "Whether my literary skills have recovered or not is not that important. Besides, with the method of fixing literary energy and acupoints you gave me, it is only a matter of time before my literary skills recover."
"When the Wen Qiao is opened more, maybe the Wen Dao will be even stronger."
He did not forget to warn, "Be careful next time."
"When I heard the news, I felt frightened. Now you have been pushed to an appalling height."
"Since you went to the south to provide disaster relief and done so many things, you have been pushed up little by little. Now, you are even more promoted to the clouds. You must not be impetuous and complacent at this time."
Li Changan also showed a serious look, "I understand."
"Every tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Now I don't have enough strength. Everything is just rootless duckweed."
Gu Weidao nodded with emotion, "As long as you understand, everyone who knows the news is staring at you now."
"They will say that one of your poems moves luck, one poem calms mountains and rivers, and one poem induces merit."
Li Changan smiled, "They only saw that I wrote a poem, but they didn't know what I did behind the scenes."
"If we hadn't resisted the pressure of Dali Temple, the pressure of the third-grade Confucian scholar, and the pressure of the Fourth Courtyard and First Prison to forcibly redress the injustice of Zewu County Magistrate, even if we wrote "Song of Righteousness", we would not be able to attract good luck.
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"If we didn't insist on building dams, insisting on land rectification, and insisting on allocating farmland to households, how could the people really return home? How could Wushan County be completely returned?"
"These jealous guys are just incompetent barking dogs."
Gu Weidao sighed, "I'm not wrong about you as my disciple."
"This is the true literature and Taoism, the Confucianism of the saints..."
"Continue to stick to what you are doing now and protect yourself. One day in the future, you will stand at a height that the world can look up to."