Nightwatcher

　　The core law of poetry is the application of flatness.

　　 As long as this remains the same, even in a different world, Xu Qi'an's poems from the nine-year compulsory education will still be useful.

　　Xu New Year glanced at him, his chin raised: "There is a bird in the sky, and a worm on the ground. The bird rushes down, and the worm reincarnates."

　　 "Puff..." Xu Lingyue covered her mouth and chuckled. But Xu Qi'an glared vigorously before lowering his head with a blushing face.

　　...Too bad tongue, I really want to hit him. The corner of Xu Qi'an's mouth twitched. This is a poem written by the original owner when he was ten years old. It was the aunt's father and grandfather who enlightened the three brothers and sisters of the Xu family (Xu Lingyin was still a tadpole at the time).

　　 Once, Xiucai's grandfather tried to read their poems, so this ingenious poem came into being.

　　 Auntie sneered; "Ning Yan, it's not that my aunt doesn't look down on you, the old Xu's family also has a seed for reading. Your uncle and nephew have the same words as Chong Cao."

　　 "I can't write well, and I still write poetry." The aunt curled her lips and rolled her eyes.

　　 The second uncle was a little embarrassed and coughed: "Ning Yan, let's not mix things up with the scholars. Let's take a break today. Let's take care of the two in the courtyard?"

　　The implication is that you kid don't join in the fun, you don't understand the matter of scholars, and you are embarrassed and make me ridiculed by my wife.

　　 "Thousands of miles, yellow clouds and white sun." Xu Qi'an said lightly.

Aunt 　　 rolled her eyes and lowered her head to drink porridge.

　　 Xu Ershu wiped the oil stains from the corners of her mouth on the young girl.

　　 Xu Xinnian frowned. He couldn't hear a single sentence, but Xu Qi'an was able to write such neat seven-word quatrains, which is quite surprising.

　　 "The north wind is blowing wild geese and snow."

　　 Xu New Year was taken aback for a moment, and the picture came to life in his mind.

　　 Xu Lingyue raised her head, her beautiful eyes looked at her cousin in surprise.

　　 Xu Qi'an lowered his head to drink the porridge, not to say anything.

　　 "What about the back? What about the back?" Xu Xinnian asked urgently. It felt like hearing a story from Mr. Shu in a teahouse. Speaking of a wonderful place, I suddenly shot a gavel: foreseeing the future, please listen to the next breakdown.

　　 It makes people want to hit someone.

　　 "I don't know how to write poems." Xu Qi'an glanced at her aunt lightly. He just thought that her aunt was very dignified and beautiful today, and there was absolutely no hint of asking her to apologize.

Aunt 　　 widened her eyes in Kazilan, turned her head and asked her son: "Is this poem good?"

　　 Xu Lingyue said softly: "Very artistic!"

　　 She has limited reading, but she can also hear that the first two sentences are excellent seven words.

　　 Seeing the attitude of his daughter and son, Xu Pingzhi was shocked, and stared at Xu Qi'an unblinkingly, with surprise and expectation in his eyes.

　　 "Mo Chou has no confidant, no one in the world knows you!" Xu Qi'an chewed the dough sticks and threw the next two sentences.

　　Patter...The chopsticks in Xu Erlang's hand fell on the table.

　　 "Mo Chou has no confidant, no one in the world knows the king..." He muttered to himself, immersed in the artistic conception, unable to extricate himself.

　　 Xu Lingyue shook her body and got goose bumps on the back of her hand.

　　 Xu Pingzhi grinned: "Damn it, how come it sounds creepy."

Aunt 　　 was not convinced, but agreed with her husband.

The power of 　　 poetry lies in this, it is a kind of spiritual shock, even if people who do not know how to write poetry, do not understand the laws of peace, but when they read handed down masterpieces, they will still have uncontrolled scalp tingling.

　　 This kind of feeling, when Xu Qi'an was studying before, was often shocked by the masterpieces handed down in the Chinese textbook.

　　 "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are white, and the north wind blows geese and snow, and there is no confidant in the road ahead. No one in the world knows the king."

　　 Xu New Year stood up uncontrollably, two flushes of excitement appeared on his face, which made him seem even more charming....

　　 is such a masterpiece!

　　 Although he is not good at poetry, as a scholar, anyone who does not yearn for a hundred poems about fighting wine and hears good poems and words, he can't help but sing at the festival, and his blood boils.

　　 "When will you...When will you write poetry?" Xu Xinian stared at Xu Qi'an, his eyes were bright, shocking, and puzzled.

　　 "When did I say that I can't write poems?" Xu Qi'an laughed: "The poems made during the enlightenment can represent the present? I have always been quite talented in poetry, but I just don't show it."

　　 "It turns out that Ning Yan is the seed of our Xu family's reading," Xu Ershu was so happy, and smiled openly: "I knew I would let you study and learn martial arts."

Aunt 　　 was dissatisfied and opened her mouth, but she could not give a strong rebuttal.

　　 No, in that case, I won’t be able to write a letter, and my second martial artist will not... Xu Qi’an knows that the original owner is a scumbag, and reading is a waste of time. It is better to drop out of school and move bricks on the construction site.

　　 Xu New Year is not the material for martial arts training. Looking for a small cream noodle with delicate skin and tender meat? Temper your body?

　　 "But, this is a poem written by Ning Yan. If you have heard it, leave the old. You can't claim it for yourself, it's not the work of a scholar," Xu Ershu said.

　　 Xu New Year made a ‘huh’, disdain to respond to his father, who is he? Turning his head and said to Xu Qi'an, "Let me use this poem. I will explain that you are the author of the poem."

　　I am the one who died...Xu Qi'an nodded slightly: "Go, take it to pretend...the man will appear in front of you."

　　The matter of scholars, of course, is the manifestation of the saints in front of them.

　　 This poem was originally intended to be used by Xu New Year to make contacts. He didn't really care who signed it.

　　 is not a Confucian scholar. Poems have little effect on him. This is the reason why he did not use poems to show his sage in front of others for a month.

　　 Environment does not allow it.

　　 stayed with a group of knives and guns all day long, and chanted poems to them. It's better to teach them to sing a horseman.

　　 "Where is the name of the poem?" Xu Xinnian asked.

.....I forgot. Xu Qi'an's face froze, "I wrote this poem because I felt it. There is no name, so you will just think about it."

　　......

　　 After breakfast, Xu New Year took his father's beloved horse from the backyard and hurried away. The two uncles and nephews are discussing in the yard.

"Yes, I have improved my skills again. I want to go further. I only need to step into the realm of Qi training, but the Qi machine needs the interaction between heaven and earth to be born." Xu Ershu took the sweat towel handed by the servant and wiped his cheeks: "Except for the medicine bath. In addition, there must be a master of the god-cultivating realm to open the heavenly gate for you. Otherwise, you will not be able to enter the Qi-practicing realm for the rest of your life."

　　 Refining the God Realm is the seventh rank in the Wufu Path.

　　 "Second Uncle, what do you want to say?" Xu Qi'an wiped his sweat.

　　 "I was born and died in the Battle of Mountains and Seas. Only then did I accumulate military exploits. Only then did I get a master in the military to open the door for me and step into the state of training." Xu Ershu sighed: "The second year I went home, I will have a new year."

　　 "The world is still peaceful now. You don't even have a chance to accumulate your military exploits. How do you practice Qi? If you don't practice Qi, wouldn't you be a family?"

　　 "Ning Yan, my second uncle is old, and my only wish is to see you marry a wife and have children, so that I can be worthy of your dead father."

　　 "Let's take a step and take a step. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Xu Qi'an said perfunctorily.

　　 In addition to accumulating credit, there is another promotion method, and that is to spend money.

　　 Prescriptions and masters can all be solved with silver.

　　 Chivalrous criminals are forbidden by martial arts, so the court strictly controls the number of martial artists. It is expressly stipulated that the masters of the gods shall not open the heavenly gate for anyone in private. If you want to open the heavenly gate for the heirs of the family, you need to report to the government.

　　 However, today’s bureaucracy is extremely poor, corrupt officials are rampant, and the imperial authority is declining. Even if they dare not openly defy the law, there are still many masters of the gods who will look for trading partners on the black market.

　　 Xu Qi'an worked hard to make money because he had the idea of ​​using silver instead of merit.

　　 Otherwise, I have been stuck in the refinement state, what use do I want this iron rod for?

Aunt 　　 walked over with a pair of daughters, stood under the eaves of the corridor, and shouted: "Master, the sun is warm, you can take Lingyin and Lingyue out for a stroll."

　　 Xu Ershu frowned: "I have something."

　　 "Isn't it Xie Mu today?"

　　 "I have an appointment with my colleagues for a drink, and I will leave later. Otherwise, let Ning Yan take them out to play."

　　The scholarly girl is usually raised in a deep boudoir and cannot go out shopping at will.

　　 The Xu family is a family of military commanders, without so many harsh tutors.

　　 Xu Qi'an looked back and just hit the clear and bright gaze of the twenty-eight girl. The girl whose face was blue but better than blue pursed her mouth, a little shy inward, and bowed her head slightly.

　　 "It just happens to be free." Xu Qi'an nodded.

　　 In retrospect, I took a sixteen-year-old girl out for shopping in my last life. It was still an 18-year-old "golden time". Of course, the girl at that time could not be compared with Xu Lingyue.

　　PS: Thanks to the leader of the "fallen star" boss, we will add more after the shelves.