My wife is a sword god

Chapter 298 A Real Scholar
After the establishment of the Spirit Gathering Formation was completed, Qin Feng's life also returned to its usual appearance.

Go to Demon Slaying Division every day to make a card, and feel a sense of presence in front of the leader.

When you are free, go to the entrance of Baoyitang and set up a stall to treat diseases and save lives.

Then I went to listen to Yuxuanzhong and continued to read books.

Although the speed of accumulating literary qi and transforming righteous qi from reading books is not as fast as absorbing spiritual qi, Qin Feng never gave up reading.

Because he firmly believes that knowledge is power!

Of course, he also wants to establish an image of a studious apprentice in front of the cheap master, and by the way, he can mention things about immortals from time to time
Walking through the familiar streets, listening to the calls of vendors on both sides.

Qin Feng's memory suddenly drifted back to the time when he just traveled through time. The slim figure with a black scarf on his face and long legs seemed to be leading him the way ahead.

He couldn't help feeling in his heart, if it wasn't for the marriage contract of his ancestors that made Liu Jianli his wife, where would he and Miss Cang go?
"Again, when will Miss Cang come back?"

Just at this moment, Qin Feng heard someone selling candied haws.

Looking for the reputation, it was the middle-aged man with dark skin and thin body that he had met before.

Qin Feng stepped forward, and the simple and honest stall owner obviously recognized him and greeted him warmly.

It is not uncommon for big customers who can buy all the candied haws at once.

Qin Feng nodded with a smile, and then saw the young man next to the booth, still writing there as before.

But the difference is that this time the young man did not write on the ground, but copied it on the booklet, with a smile on his face.

Seeing Qin Feng's gaze, the middle-aged stall owner scratched his head and explained, "Tie Wa'er likes these, so I discussed with my mother-in-law and bought him a booklet for calligraphy practice."

After a while, the middle-aged man sighed again: "I don't have any skills, I want Tie Waer to practice martial arts, but I don't have the money.

That being the case, let him do something he likes, at least he can learn more words. "

Qin Feng nodded, and chatted with the stall owner again. Although the other party bought a calligraphy practice booklet for the child, the idea that reading is useless has not changed.

If you think about it, there is no imperial examination system in Dagan, and the only way out for scholars is the Haowen Academy in the imperial capital.

However, such places will only open the door of convenience to the royal family and relatives, so how can it be the turn of ordinary people in small places?

He thought of the establishment of the Kendo League by the three masters of Kendo, with the intention of opening up the pattern of martial arts.

So what is the future of scholars?
In fact, he has also thought about spreading the method of stepping into the sage orthodoxy in Dagan, so that ordinary people have one more choice.

But he also clearly understands that this idea is difficult to realize.

After all, according to what Ya'an said, one needs to memorize [-] volumes of books to enter the Ninth-Rank realm of literary sages.

But for poor people, where do they find these ten thousand volumes of books, and where do they have so much time to memorize them?
Qin Feng sighed, and looked again at the young man who was seriously copying the copybook.

What he holds in his hand is not a writing brush, but charcoal for the kitchen fire.

The words on the copybook were obviously copied over and over again, with deep traces.

Even so, none of the pages were broken, which shows how carefully the young man took care of his writing.

Qin Feng looked at the boy's serious appearance, and suddenly smiled.

"You like writing, so do you like reading?" Qin Feng asked.

The boy raised his head and nodded emphatically.

"Do you know the writer of the holy way?"

"I know, those are real scholars, but father told me that I will never become a literati in my life." The young man's tone was depressed, but the light in his eyes did not fade.

"I'll tell you a secret, if you can memorize [-] volumes of books, you will be able to become a literary saint." Qin Feng said seriously.

"Young master." The simple and honest middle-aged man was shocked. For poor people like him, it was unimaginable for him to have ten thousand volumes of books.

He didn't want his Tie Waer to have those unrealistic ideas.

Qin Feng stretched out his hand to interrupt the middle-aged man, and then took out ten books from the Sumeru Ring: "I will lend you these books, and when you memorize these books by heart, return them to the Qin Manor." .

At that time, I will give you ten new books. "

"Really?" The young man looked pleasantly surprised. He wanted to reach out to pick up the book, but he saw that his hands were covered with black marks of charcoal.

He wiped his clothes vigorously with his hands, but he couldn't clean them no matter how much he wiped.

Wiping, rubbing, he cried aggrievedly.

It was as if he would be like these hands for the rest of his life, pitch black.

"Tie Wa'er" the simple and honest middle-aged man seemed to have something stuck in his throat, unable to speak or swallow.

Seeing this, Qin Feng squatted down, put the book aside, and held the boy's hands.

Righteousness gathered on the palm, and within a moment, all the charcoal traces on the young man's hand dissipated, leaving it clean and white.

He stuffed the book into the boy's arms.

The young man hugged him tightly, as if he had found a treasure: "Brother, can I become a real scholar?"

For him, only those who write the holy way are the real scholars.

But Qin Feng said: "You are already a real scholar."

While speaking, Qin Feng picked up the charcoal and carved something on the ground.

The stall owner and the young man looked curiously, only seeing two lines of writing.

Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is self-improvement.

The topography is Kun, and the gentleman carries his virtues.

The moment the pen was written, a burst of fresh air rushed into the sky.

The simple and honest middle-aged man didn't understand these things, but his head was buzzing.

The young man murmured and repeated these two sentences, his eyes sparkling.

On the other side, Ting Yuxuan suddenly trembled.

The old man lying on the wicker chair pressed down with his right hand, and the attic regained its calm.

He looked relieved: "A real scholar. Something interesting."

The honest middle-aged man looked at his Tie Wa's expression with mixed feelings: "Young master, if you don't dislike it, you can take all these candied haws, I won't charge you a penny."

It was already the best way of being grateful he could think of.

Qin Feng shook his head, stretched out his hand and pulled out three candied haws, then he thought of Sister Mo and Xiao Bai again, coughed dryly, and pulled out two more.

"I just want these."

"My lord, it's all right, you just take it all away." The middle-aged man said repeatedly.

But Qin Feng held five candied haws, waved his hands, and walked away.

It wasn't until he watched the other party go away that the honest middle-aged man looked away, and only then did he notice that there was still a small stack of copper coins piled up on the booth.

Count carefully, and it happens to be the price of five candied haws—ten cents!
"Tie Wa'er." The middle-aged man called out.

The boy raised his head.

"Study hard, you know?"

"Ah."

"Also, remember the appearance of benefactor firmly in your heart, you know?"

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)