Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 391 - 391 Summoning

Chapter 391: Chapter 391 Summoning

Xu Qi'an is an open-minded person who will not hold a grudge over trivial matters. Since his sister is such a hopeless case, he will not try to carve her.

Wouldn't it be better to take her to the academy and give her a beating? Why waste your breath?

But Li Miaozhen stopped Xu Qi'an from domestic violence against the child. The Saint of Tianzong frowned and said unhappily: "If you have something to say, just talk it over. Why use force on a child?"

Saint, you will never know how bad it is to be the parent of a naughty child... Xu Qi'an gave her a face and went into the yard.

There was only a mother and daughter in the yard. Xu Lingyue, who had a sharp face, three-dimensional features, and a mixed-race style, was sitting on a small wooden stick to embroider.

The small wooden stick could no longer accommodate her increasingly plump buttocks, and the elastic buttocks overflowed and stood out under the skirt.

Auntie was not doing her job, tying the hem of her lotus green skirt at her calf, then squatting by the flowerbed, holding a small wooden shovel and small scissors, fiddling with flowers and plants.

Auntie usually had only this hobby besides beating Xu Lingyin.

Her personal maid Lu'e was helping on the side.

"Brother!"

Seeing Xu Qian'an coming back, sister Lingyue was so happy that she put down her needlework and greeted him with a smile.

Her peripheral vision swept over Li Miaozhen, Susu and Zhong Li without a trace.

That little expression of scrutiny fully demonstrated that there was a natural, implanted instinctive hostility between beautiful women.

"It's okay, you can go home today."

Xu Qian'an pinched her round nose, looked towards the house, and said, "Where are Erlang and Second Uncle?"

"I don't know where Dad went to practice martial arts, and Second Brother is studying with Master Zhang." Xu Lingyue's voice was pleasant and soft like a girl.

Xu Qi'an nodded and was about to speak when Xu Lingyue said with curiosity, "Brother, who is that sister?"

She was asking about Zhong Li.

Although Zhong Li had been with Xu Qi'an for a long time, she had never officially appeared. This was the first time Xu Lingyue had seen her.

"Caiwei's senior sister." Xu Qi'an said.

Oh, the senior sister of that glutton girl... Xu Lingyue suddenly realized.

"Glutton" was the nickname she gave to Chu Caiwei. Chu Caiwei was glutton number one, Lina was glutton number two, and Xu Lingyin was glutton number three.

In fact, people who knew these three gluttons had similar nicknames in their hearts. For example, in the yard, the beautiful woman who was shocked to find that the little girl was dirty, picked up a bamboo stick in anger, and chased the little girl out of the house.

The nicknames given to Lina and Xu Lingyin by the aunt were mostly: stupid girl and child, greedy girl and child, stupid and greedy girl and child.

And so on.

"Isn't it tiring for me to wash your clothes every day? You dead child, you don't know how to feel sorry for me at all." Auntie roared:

"Then I don't need to treat you as my daughter when I beat you."

Xu Lingyin's voice retorted: "Then I'm not your daughter, why are you beating me."

Auntie choked for a moment, helpless and furious: ".... How dare you talk back!"

....

Xu Qian'an took Zhong Li out of the courtyard, shuttled between houses and courtyards, and walked along the road paved with bluestone slabs, occasionally climbing up the steps. After a stick of incense, they came to a valley full of bamboo forests.

Bamboo is mostly in the south. Dafeng claims to be the orthodox of Kyushu and dominates the Central Plains, but the geographical location of the capital is in the central and northern part of Kyushu.

The climate is not suitable for bamboo growth.

This bamboo forest in Qingyun Mountain is rare.

Shortly after the beginning of summer, the bamboo forest in this season is lush and green, and the mountain breeze blows, rustling, quite artistic.

And Xu Qian'an was thinking, how to make bamboo wine?

A small attic is hidden in the bamboo forest, like a hermit's elegant pavilion. A cobblestone path leads to the attic, covered with bamboo leaves.

"Dean, Xu Qian'an visits!" He bowed to the attic.

A flash of light flashed in front of his eyes, and he had teleported from outside to the attic. Dean Zhao Shou was sitting at the table, sipping fragrant tea, smiling and looking at him without saying a word.

The old Confucian shirt that was washed white, the slightly messy gray hair, and the whole body exuded a cynical atmosphere.

Zhao Shou was the most unstylish high-quality strongman Xu Qian'an had ever seen. Although he was also an old man, the supervisor was whiter than snow, with a fairy-like appearance. Master Du'e also wore a gorgeous cassock embroidered with gold thread, with a calm demeanor, like a Taoist monk.

Dean Zhao gives people the feeling of Kong Yiji or Fan Jin...

"Well, I almost forgot about Taoist Master Mao. He also looks like a wandering Taoist priest, very down and out..." Xu Qian'an added in his heart.

"Thank you for your help, Dean." Xu Qian'an expressed his gratitude.

"Set your mind for the world, set your life for the people, inherit the unique knowledge of the past saints, and open peace for all generations. This is what you taught me, and you haven't forgotten it." Zhao Shou smiled.

The dean meant that as long as I don't forget my original intention, we are still good friends... Xu Qian'an smiled and bowed, and then made a request to his good friend:

"The student came to the academy to borrow a book from the dean."

Zhao Shou looked at him and nodded slightly.

"The Great Zhou Shiyi." Xu Qian'an remembered that Wei's father said that if he wanted to know the secret of the princess, he should go to Yunlu Academy to borrow this book.

"Haha!"

Zhao Shou smiled and said, "This was written by a great scholar in the academy six hundred years ago. He was born in the late Zhou Dynasty and was active in the early Dafeng period. He compiled what he saw and heard about the Great Zhou into a book. There is only one copy of this book in the world, and it has never been printed. Few people have read it."

So that's why Huai Qing had never heard of it. Even if she was a female academic master, it was impossible for her to read all the books in the world. She must have a purpose to prefer the books she likes.

Xu Qian'an suddenly realized, and then heard Zhao Shou smile and say, "You must have heard of that great scholar. His deeds were inscribed by later generations in the mountains."

The light flashed suddenly, and Xu Qian'an blurted out, "The second-rank great scholar Qian Zhong who brought people's grievances and broke the last fortune of the Great Zhou?"

When he first came to Yunlu Academy, Erlang took him to visit the academy and mentioned the great scholar named Qian Zhong.

Zhao Shou said with emotion: "He is a respectable scholar, who is truly famous in history, unlike those four guys who always want to take crooked paths."

May I ask if the four crooked guys you are talking about are Zhang Shen, Li Mubai, Yang Gong, and Chen Tai...Xu Qian'an complained in his heart.

Zhao Shou spread his hands and said leisurely: "The Great Zhou Shiyi is in my hand."

A clear light flashed, and an old book appeared in his hand, with the book cover written: The Great Zhou Shiyi!

...Xu Qian'an stared at this scene in a daze. Although he was very familiar with the Confucian "bragging" method, every time he saw it, he always had the impulse of "It doesn't matter if I don't practice martial arts", "Coach, I want to learn Confucianism".

Men are afraid of entering the wrong profession, and my second uncle hurt me...He sighed with regret in his heart.

Taking the Great Zhou Shiyi from Zhao Shou, Xu Qian'an pondered and said, "Can I take it away?"

Zhao Shou: "No!"

What a straightforward refusal... Xu Qian'an looked down and flipped through the book. His eyesight was now so good that he could read ten lines at a glance.

Since this book is called "The Great Zhou Shiyi", the things recorded in it are actually a supplement to the official history. What is recorded in it are all things that seem like unofficial history at first glance, but they really happened.

For example, Li Mu, a famous immortal official in the history of the Great Zhou, was said in history books to be a playboy with countless confidantes, but in fact, among his confidantes there was a fox demon, a member of the Nine-tailed Sky Fox clan of the Southern Demon lineage.

These are secrets that will not be recorded in official history.

Like the second sage who called a deer a horse in Yunlu Academy, this Li Mu was actually a talent with the pen of a fox... Xu Qian'an nodded secretly and continued to flip through the book.

Finally, he found a record that could be called a folk myth.

During the Longde period of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was a Wanhua Valley in the south. The exotic flowers in the valley were in full bloom all year round. According to legend, there lived a beautiful and graceful flower god in the valley.

The flower god was born from the fairy flower, transformed into a human form, and gathered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in one body. Whoever could obtain the spiritual essence of the flower god could be reborn and live forever.

After hearing this, Emperor Longde sent people to the south to search for it. After thirteen years, he finally found the Wanhua Valley and the beautiful and graceful flower god.

The army surrounded the Wanhua Valley and forced the flower god to enter the palace. The flower god was unwilling and caused thunder to destroy himself. Before his death, he cursed: Dazhou will die in three hundred years.

Sure enough, three hundred years later, Dazhou's fate came to an end.

At the end of the story, a poem was recorded:

Born to shock the world, suppressing all the flowers,

Graceful and charming.

Admired by the people, she became the beauty of the country,

Her soul was tied to the world and provoked the emperor.

Xu Qian'an closed the book expressionlessly, but his heart was not calm, and even turbulent.

"Isn't this poem about the princess? Damn, the princess is the flower god from more than 900 years ago... No, the reincarnation of the flower god?

"So this poem is about the flower god from 300 years ago. I always thought that this poem was too popular and famous, which attracted the attention of Emperor Yuan Jing, so she was sent to the palace.

"No wonder, no wonder everyone says that the princess's spiritual essence is a good thing. It turns out there is this allusion. Sure enough, reading more is good. There is no doubt that she will be reborn, but immortality is not necessarily the case. Otherwise, how could Emperor Yuan Jing give the princess to the King of Zhenbei.

"The fairy among flowers is worthy of being the most beautiful woman in Dafeng, with unparalleled charm. Tsk, she is also a poor woman."

Xu Qian'an returned the book to Zhao Shou and asked, "Is this poem written by the great scholar Qian Zhong?"

Zhao Shou shook his head: "No. "

Oh, the great scholar Qian Zhong was just a recorder, so I have no doubts. Otherwise, how did the old monk who told the mystery of the princess's life know this poem? It has become a logical loophole... Xu Qian'an complained in his heart.

While chatting with Dean Zhao Shou, Xu Qian'an's ears suddenly moved, and he turned his head to look outside the building.

I saw three great scholars coming together, looking around, and seeing Xu Qian'an showed surprise.

"It's worthy of the students taught by the three of us. He killed two thieves in Caishikou and saved the situation with one person. It's a moving story."

The three great scholars praised happily, and then they looked at the dean with questioning eyes: "When did Ning Yan become the dean's disciple? Ning Yan, did the dean ask you to write a poem? "

As they said this, they looked at Zhao Shou with a look that said, "You just covet his poems, don't argue that this is the fact."

Zhao Shou snorted coldly, "How can I be the same as you? The three immortals of scholars are virtue, merit, and speech. It is the right way. Putting hope in poetry is a side path."

It would be better if you don't compete with us for poetry... The three great scholars breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhang Shen retorted in a relaxed tone:

"Three thousand great ways lead to the same destination, and poetry is not a cultural treasure? In my opinion, the dean is too obsessed. "

Zhao Shou waved his hand: "I'm too lazy to argue with you."

He turned to look at Xu Qian'an and said, "It's mainly because Yang Gong's pearls and jades are in front of them, which makes them envious and jealous. In fact, Yunlu Academy has good intentions for you, and it has nothing to do with poetry."

He glanced at the three great scholars and smiled and said, "At least I won't be like them. "

He had to clarify this matter with Xu Qiyan, otherwise it would seem that Yunlu Academy had a purpose and was always trying to take advantage of his poems.

To be honest, the behavior of Zhang Shen and others really insulted the image of Yunlu Academy.

Xu Qiyan nodded.

He himself didn't really care. Anyway, the poems were plagiarized in his previous life, not written by him. As a time traveler without foundation, he could not miss the opportunity to use poems to expand his network and exchange for benefits.

Zhang Shen and the other two ignored the dean's ridicule, looked at Xu Qiyan eagerly, and asked:

"You haven't written poems for a long time. With such a big thing happening recently, do you feel excited and poetic? We teachers can help you polish it. "

The three great Confucian scholars looked at Xu Qian'an eagerly.

Dean Zhao Shou did not speak, but he was also quite interested and looked at it intently.

Yunlu Academy not only helped me protect my family, but the dean also directly held a carving knife and threatened Emperor Yuan Jing in the court. Although this is in line with Confucianism and not simply selling me a favor, I must remember this favor....

Well, I might as well copy a poem for them, so that they can get free money all night long... Thinking of this, Xu Qian'an pondered:

"I did think of a poem."

Yes, I thought of a poem, and I am just a poetry porter. He added in his heart.

The three great scholars were ecstatic.

At this time, he should have said proudly: Pen and ink are ready.

But his calligraphy was too bad, and he didn't have a charcoal pencil, so he didn't show off. He paced around the room in a proper manner. When he saw the green bamboo leaves outside the window, he pretended that his eyes lit up and said:

"I got it."

Zhao Shou's eyes also lit up and asked: "Is it related to bamboo?"

The dean seemed to like bamboo very much... Xu Qi'an nodded: "Yes."

Hearing this, Zhao Shou straightened his back immediately, and upgraded from a little interest to great anticipation.

Xu Qi'an recalled briefly and remembered the full text of the poem, but in the eyes of Zhao Shou and the three great scholars, he was brewing.

"Hold on to the green mountains and don't let go."

Zhao Shou, who already knew that it was a poem about bamboo, savored it carefully. In this sentence, the word "bite" is the essence, and only one word highlights the vigor and strength of bamboo.

"The roots are originally in the broken rocks."

Zhao Shou nodded slightly, which was a supplement to the previous sentence, and also reflected the perseverance of bamboo in a harsh environment.

"It is still tough after thousands of blows, no matter the wind from the east, west, south or north."

Dean Zhao Shou's breathing was a little rapid. The next two sentences described the attitude of bamboo to external pressure. Even after countless hardships, it remained unyielding.

Among plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, he only loved bamboo, otherwise he would not build his residence in a bamboo forest.

Zhao Shou had also written poems about bamboo before, but compared with Xu Qian'an's poem, he had to admit that he was inferior.

One poem and two couplets, from inside to outside, almost described the tenacious character of bamboo vividly.

It is worthy of being the top poet of Dafeng.... This high-quality Confucian monk sighed in his heart.

"Although this poem lacks some artistic conception and rhetoric, it is a rare poem about bamboo." Li Mubai praised.

"Stupid, this poem sings about the tenacity and stubborn simplicity of bamboo, but the gorgeous words are inferior." Zhang Shen criticized.

"At first glance, it is a poem about bamboo, but it actually uses bamboo to describe people. Wonderful, wonderful." Chen Tai stroked his beard and laughed.

After the three great scholars finished their comments, they immediately looked at Xu Qiyan: "Does this poem have a name?"

Xu Qiyan immediately knew what they were thinking, smiled and shook his head: "It has not been named, so it needs teachers to polish it."

The three great scholars took a few steps back tacitly, looking at each other vigilantly, brewing how to compete for the right to sign.

At this time, Zhao Shou laughed three times and said, "Let me name this poem."

"?"

Zhang Shen and others twisted their necks with stiff faces to look at him. Didn't they say that they looked down on Xu Ningyan's poems?

Zhao Shou frowned and said unhappily:

"Why are you looking at me? Isn't this poem Xu Ningyan used to describe me by singing about bamboo? I have been guarding Yunlu Academy for decades, just like this bamboo, clinging to the green mountains and not letting go, regardless of the wind from the east, west, south or north."

After that, without waiting for the three great scholars to react, he said: "Retreat three hundred miles away and don't disturb me from writing poetry."

As soon as the voice fell, the three great scholars disappeared without a trace.

Zhao Shou spread out the paper, picked up the pen excitedly, and wrote while sighing: "What a good poem, what a good poem, the old lady's life is complete. Well, Ning Yan, this poem was written by you, but I, the teacher, was there to give you some advice and polish it, right?"

At this time, three great scholars appeared and said angrily: "Dean, stop!"

Zhao Shou waved his sleeves: "Retreat five hundred miles."

The great scholars disappeared, and the next second, they appeared again, roaring: "Shameless old thief, we are not sworn enemies with you."

"It seems that you haven't exercised for a long time, forget it, I will help you."

"We are not scared, so what if you are a third-rank official, we are not afraid of you when we join forces."

"Hehe, it's not that I look down on you, even if there are ten more of you, I can easily suppress them."

Xu Qian'an pulled Zhong Li away.

...

On the top of Qingyun Mountain, the clear air rushed into the sky, blowing away the clouds. Four figures fought back and forth in the sky, countering each other's moves.

The noise was so loud that it immediately alarmed the students and teachers in the academy.

"Why did the dean and the great scholars fight?"

"What's going on? Why are they fighting for no reason? Don't let it harm us."

"It's quite common for three great scholars to fight, but why did the dean also fight? What happened?"

"It's not common for three great scholars to fight. The previous few times were because of fighting for Xu Shikui's poems."

At this time, someone whispered: "I, I just seemed to see Xu Shikui taking a woman to the dean's bamboo forest."

No way... The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the students and teachers were embarrassed.

On the other side, in the small courtyard where the Xu family's women rested, Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuanzhen suddenly raised their heads and looked up at the sky, their hearts throbbing.

"Don't worry, it must be that my eldest brother wrote a poem again, and the three great scholars started fighting." Xu Erlang waved his hand.

This doesn't seem like the kind of noise that a fourth-grade master can make... Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuanzhen thought.

The two didn't care and continued to listen to Xu Erlang.

"Lingyin has a very strange talent. She can't learn anything she doesn't want to learn, no matter how much she is taught. So don't think you are special and think you can teach her enlightenment."

Xu Erlang almost said: Don't humiliate yourself.

Li Miaozhen shook her head: "That won't work. When I stayed at Xu's house before, I promised Mrs. Xu that I would help teach Lingyin, but later I was delayed by something. Now everything is done, it's just right to fulfill my promise."

Chu Yuanzhen smiled. He has seen many smart people, and it is also a pleasure to occasionally see a dull one.

.....

Xu Qi'an and Zhong Li returned to the courtyard and noticed that the atmosphere in the courtyard was a little tense. Li Miaozhen sat on a small bench, her pretty face was a little dull, and her pupils were dilated.

She looked like a girl who had just broken up, depressed and decadent.

Chu Yuanzhen held his sword that had never been unsheathed, leaning against the wall, expressionless, but the throbbing veins on his forehead betrayed him.

"You two seem to have encountered something unhappy?" Xu Qi'an looked at his two companions.

The two ignored him.

Xu Erlang sighed and said, "Chu Daxia and Li Daochang insisted on teaching Lingyin to read and arithmetic."

Xu Qi'an was shocked and bowed to the two.

Li Miaozhen felt that Xu Ningyan was mocking her, so she grabbed a small stone and threw it at her.

...

After lunch, Xu Qi'an returned to the Xu Mansion with his family. Uncle Xu hired three carriages to go to the outer city to summon the servants back.

After the servants came back, my aunt directed them to sweep the floor.

Xu Qi'an sat on the roof, watching the servants coming and going, listening to Chu Yuanzhen and Xu Erlang talking about scriptures and Taoism, each showing off their knowledge.

In the inner hall, Chu Caiwei brought the best pastries from Guiyue Tower, and Lina and Xu Lingyin accompanied her to eat happily.

Li Miaozhen was sitting cross-legged in the guest room practicing, and Su Su chattered non-stop.

Beside him, Zhong Li, wrapped in a cloth robe, hugged her knees and accompanied him obediently.

"With the current combat power of the Xu Mansion, even if Emperor Yuan Jing wants to retaliate, unless he sends a large army to besiege, otherwise, he is really not afraid of assassination." Xu Qi'an said with a heart.

When the lotus seeds of Taoist Jinlian are ripe, we have to leave the capital, and then let Yang Qianhuan and Caiwei take care of the house.

The supervisor promised me that he would protect the Xu Mansion, and he didn't want to force me to kill into the palace and kill Emperor Yuan Jing.

"Sit here and don't move. I'm going to meet a distinguished guest. Wait until she leaves before you come down." Xu Qi'an turned around and told Zhong Li.

Zhong Li nodded silently: "Yes."

Xu Qi'an immediately jumped off the roof, returned to the room, closed the doors and windows, then took out the fragments of the Earth Book and poured out a talisman sword.

This talisman sword was given to him by Luo Yuheng and Chu Yuanzhen when he was traveling north.

Xu Qi'an still doesn't know whether his kind aunt gave him this thing with the intention of making friends or whether Taoist Jinlian asked for it for him.

Before returning to Xu's house, he used the fragments of the Earth Book to contact Taoist Jinlian, and through him, he confirmed that Luo Yuheng was half of his own and could be trusted appropriately.

Taoist Jinlian also said that the talisman sword could act as a messenger, allowing him to contact Luo Yuheng without having to go to the imperial city in person.

Holding the talisman sword tightly, mobilizing the soul, investing a wisp of mental power, he whispered: "National Master, National Master, I am Xu Qi'an..."

It's better to clarify the matter of the soul pill, otherwise I always feel like it's stuck in my throat. In addition, it is also a reminder to Luo Yuheng to let her guard against Emperor Yuan Jing's trouble.

By the way, I will brush up the favorability of the stunning beauty and strive for Luo Yuheng to become a big boss I can rely on in the future.

Auntie, I don't want to work hard anymore....

After repeating it for a while, the talisman sword had no reaction.

It seems that the national master doesn't want to pay attention to me. Sure enough, my identity and status are too low after all. In the eyes of a woman with noble status and powerful cultivation like Luo Yuheng, I am still far away...

Xu Qi'an thought helplessly.

He was about to give up, when suddenly, a golden beam of light fell from the sky, penetrated the roof, and landed in the house.

In the golden light column, a beautiful figure condensed, wearing a lotus crown on her head, a Taoist robe, a bright red cinnabar on her forehead, and beautiful facial features.

She has the intellectuality of a kind aunt, the charm of her mother's friend, and the beauty of the girl next door, which makes people inexplicably moved.

She actually came?

Before Xu Qian'an could be surprised, he suddenly heard the sound of tiles rolling from the roof, and then a figure rolled down from the eaves, and fell heavily in the yard.

Zhong Li didn't move for a long time. After a long time, he climbed up with a "woohoo" and walked away silently.

Luo Yuheng suddenly said: "Why is there someone on your roof? You came too fast, I didn't notice it."

"..."

No, it's not that you didn't notice it, it's fate that made you "deliberately" ignore her, poor Senior Sister Zhong...

Luo Yuheng's clear eyes flowed, as cold as a fairy, and nodded: "What do you want to see me for?"