Great Wei scholar

"According to the calculation, it should be three or four days."

Zhou Ling calculated carefully and gave the answer.

"Three or four days? Teacher, are you joking with the students?"

Hearing this answer, Chen Xinghe couldn't calm down now.

After studying for three or four days, you are going to take the government test?

Isn't this a joke?

"do not get excited."

"As a teacher, you have your own plans. All in all, you just need to remember that your junior brother is very talented and is a piece of rough jade. The purpose of letting him take part in the government examination this time is not to hope that he will be selected, but to know some people for the future. Make a plan."

Zhou Ling patted Chen Xinghe on the shoulder. He couldn't say anything about Xu Qingxiao's one-night acquisition, not because he was afraid of hurting Chen Xinghe, but...

The latter instantly understood what Zhou Ling meant.

"understood."

Chen Xinghe nodded, and didn't say much.

"Okay, let's go eat for the teacher, and I will ask your teacher's wife to bring you some."

After Zhou Ling finished speaking, he left with his hands behind his back.

But before leaving, Chen Xinghe spoke again.

"Master, I'm about to enter the product, next month at the latest."

Chen Xinghe was very indifferent, looking at the book in his hand, he looked cool and handsome, and very stylish.

However, Zhou Ling, who left with his hands behind his back, only said indifferently after hearing this.

"Oh."

After saying this, he went to the dining room.

Chen Xinghe was left in a daze.

???

What does this mean?

Master, are you deaf?

I said I was about to enter the product.

You give me this reaction?Shouldn't you be shocked?

Oh what do you mean?

Pretending to be calm?Do you think you are so handsome?

OK, you sour me.

Zhou Ling's answer made Chen Xinghe unable to calm down, but he didn't dare to speak out when he was full of complaints. He could only keep his head down and study hard, and he must pass the exam before the government examination.

And at the same time.

An uninhabited mountain range in Ping'an County.

A group of people gathered, and in front of them were three corpses.

The leader is Cheng Lidong.

His complexion was still pale, as if he was terminally ill. He held a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose, but his eyes were cold and terrifying.

"Master Cheng, we have already lost seven brothers. If we are consumed by him like this, I am afraid that all brothers will die here."

Someone opened his mouth, his head bowed in embarrassment, but he had to speak.

"Do I need you to tell me?"

Cheng Lidong gave him a cold look, and the latter immediately trembled slightly and lowered his head even more.

"He has practiced the second volume of strange art, which should be the strange art hidden in Ping'an County. It solved the poison in his body and broke through the rank. Otherwise, he would have no chance of winning in front of me."

"But don't worry, I'll send someone to send a letter to the Fujun, and within three days the higher-ups will send real masters to apprehend him."

"The only thing I want you to do right now is to keep the guard and don't let him escape."

Cheng Lidong spoke, with his back to everyone, and said in a cold tone.

"Yes."

Everyone listened.

And at this moment, a figure rushed over quickly.

"grown ups."

He rushed over, knelt in front of Cheng Lidong and said.

"My lord, today my subordinates found out what Xu Qingxiao was writing at home. After Xu Qingxiao left home, they sneaked into it and copied what he wrote. Sir, please have a look."

The other party opened his mouth and handed over his brochure at the same time.

"write?"

Cheng Lidong groaned, then took the booklet, slowly opened it, and soon a few lines appeared.

But soon Cheng Lidong frowned.

Because these characters are not ancient characters of Wei Dynasty, they are very strange.

He pulled out his long sword and wrote stroke by stroke according to the booklet on the ground.

The font is weird.

Cheng Lidong didn't understand at all, so he tried to write, but he didn't understand what it meant.

"When I go back, I will go to Fu Jun and ask Fu Jun to invite a Confucian teacher to come and write these words with Wen Xin Tong. Maybe I can know what it means."

Cheng Lidong thought to himself.

"Walk."

The next moment, Cheng Lidong spoke and left with his troops.

On the ground, traces of simplified characters were left.

Its content is.

[First, never act impulsively]

[Second, never miss a single bad thing]

[Third, the fairness and beauty of the absolute referee]

Chapter 22: Betting on the title, Mr. Cheng please

Great Wei Dynasty.

One year in Wuchang.

March 25.

Ping An County.

For ten days in a row, Xu Qingxiao stayed at Zhou Ling's house for a full ten days.

For the past ten days, I have been reading books and practicing calligraphy every day.

Reading is good. For Xu Qingxiao, she can absorb all kinds of knowledge crazily and replenish blind spots.

But this handwriting practice made Xu Qingxiao a little uncomfortable.

His handwriting is not ugly, but the problem is that it is not neat, which is a big taboo for scholars, especially when he is about to take the government examination.

The various imperial examinations of the Wei Dynasty not only valued your personal talent, but writing was also a hard standard.

The so-called writing is like a person, if an article is handed in crooked and messy, it will be a kind of torture for the examiners who review the manuscript, and it will be a kind of torture for themselves.

Of course, if your article can really shake the world and make ghosts and gods cry, then it will be fine.

Can Xu Qingxiao write this kind of article?

Xu Qingxiao herself didn't believe it.

So I can only practice calligraphy honestly.

It's just a painful process.

The first is to practice grip strength, pinch the chopsticks with two fingers, each with a stone tied to the head and tail of the chopsticks, each weighing about two catties, and then maintain balance without the slightest trembling for two hours.

Then it is to practice fonts, just like writing a copybook, write a word a thousand times, and so on.

The good thing is that Xu Qingxiao, as a martial artist, can withstand the toss. If it is an ordinary scholar, such a high-intensity practice of calligraphy, let alone two hours, half an hour will break his wrist.

But Xu Qingxiao knew that there was no way to do this.

April 27th is the day of the Nanyu Mansion Examination. During the [-] days before and after, Xu Qingxiao must hurry up to practice.

In Zhou Ling's words, it is not extravagant to be able to practice calligraphy well, but at least neat and concise is enough, and the impression cannot be lost.

Fortunately, although the calligraphy practice process was painful, in ten days, Xu Qingxiao was able to do it neatly.

The font is ok, at least it looks good on its own.

And now it is also possible to practice grip strength while reading a book without delaying the process.

For the past ten days, Chen Xinghe has been writing articles in the study. After finishing writing, he will show it to Zhou Ling, and Zhou Ling will start explaining it after reading it.

The days are relatively boring, but they seem very peaceful.

Reading is like this, boring and tasteless, but it is also the only shortcut for the poor to get rid of class.

This has been the case since ancient times, reading is the fastest and only shortcut.

At least compared to being a businessman, the status of a scholar inherently suppresses the rich. Don't look at some rich people who ask scholars to do things for him, but after all, they have reached the top, and no matter how rich they are, they can't compare with the status of a master.

Xu Qingxiao understands this. In the previous life, she suffered from not studying, so she will not repeat the same mistake in this life.

In the side room.

Xu Qingxiao withdrew her mind and began to practice calligraphy.

With a brush stroke, the font is not large, but very neat.

After ten words in a row, Xu Qingxiao completed them in one go, and then wrote another ten words.

The ten characters written are extremely neat, and the writing behind is also neat.

An hour later.

Xu Qingxiao didn't give up until his wrists were sore. He put the writing brush aside. Xu Qingxiao stretched his muscles, stretched his waist, and rubbed his wrists.

At this moment, Zhou Ling's voice sounded.

"Qingxiao."

Hearing the shout, Xu Qingxiao immediately got up and walked towards the study.

In the middle of the study, Zhou Ling prepared a board with a blank sheet of paper on it. Chen Xinghe sat on the desk and nodded when he saw Xu Qingxiao.

Xu Qingxiao also nodded, as a return gift, the two have been together for ten days, and the relationship is not bad, but Chen Xinghe is indeed a bit colder, he doesn't talk much at ordinary times, but he answers every question and is very conscientious.

"Qingxiao, sit down first."

Zhou Ling asked Xu Qingxiao to sit down first.

After Xu Qingxiao sat down, Zhou Ling held a brush in his hand and wrote a few words on the white paper.

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