Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

While speaking, Chu Youyi began to show off. She pulled away a little and then chanted.

"Fuck Wu Ge, he was beaten by a rhinoceros, his car was in the wrong position, and he was caught in close combat."

Chu Youyi's voice was originally dignified and gentle, but now it was filled with a hint of desolation and sadness.

As the voice sounded, Confucian wisdom also emerged from her body, transforming into an armor decorated with rhinoceros patterns.

A spear and a short knife also appeared in the hand, with a cold light and an impressive edge.

There was a chariot with flying flags behind it, and it seemed that it had arrived at the ancient battlefield in an instant.

"Look, this is a verse from Nine Songs. It can be used to condense armor and weapons for close combat."

At this time, Chu Youyi was wearing rhinoceros armor and holding a weapon. She was a little less gentle, but looked heroic.

[You watched the monks practice Confucianism and Legalism, and your understanding of Confucianism and Legalism became more profound, and the "Book of Songs" broke through to the fourth level]

Shen Wuming was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly, "But even so, the combat consciousness can't keep up."

"There's nothing you can do about it, you still have to practice."

Chu Youyi waved her hand and scattered the armor and weapons on her body, "That's why many Confucianism practitioners and legal practitioners will supplement military martial arts."

"Although it is driven by Confucian awe-inspiring righteousness, it cannot compare with the internal strength of a military strategist, but it is still enough for emergencies."

"In addition, you can also minor in Mohist organ skills and use organ puppets for personal protection."

Immediately, Chu Youyi introduced him to some practical methods of Confucian monks.

It is more used in large-scale corps battles and can play more roles. Personal bravery is not outstanding.

As for personal protection, in addition to wooden puppets and the like, you can also raise battle pets or hire personal guards.

Shen Wuming thought thoughtfully. If you look at it this way, Confucianism and Legalism are more similar to mages. They are squishy but have high damage!

The military martial art is a battle tank, and the Mohist family is a puppet master.

In Taoist practice, there are also some methods of praying to gods, talismans, etc., as well as close combat methods, which are more comprehensive.

It is equivalent to a combination of combat skills and summoning.

"The foundation of Confucian monks still lies in poetry, calligraphy, etiquette, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially poetry and poetry."

"Essentially, it is to communicate the rules of heaven and earth through poetry. The higher the attainment of poetry, the higher the cultivation level."

Chu Youyi said seriously: "Different poems and songs have different effects. How to combine them is very important."

"If you feel it's not appropriate, you can write it yourself, but it must be able to influence your talent to be considered qualified."

Talent is righteousness.

Although Shen Wuming has seen these things in books, they are quite scattered and not as good as Chu Youyi's personal teaching.

He listened carefully, and Chu Youyi was also very happy and kept talking, "My favorite thing is beauty poems."

"Beauty poems are not only elegant and pleasing to the eye, but also have skin care, slimming and other effects."

Shen Wuming had also seen these introductions and was quite surprised at the time. Hearing the words, he smiled and said, "That's true."

"However, writing poems about beautiful women can easily be regarded as obscene words and songs, and not many of them have been passed down."

Chu Youyi sighed softly, "Guan Ju and Shuo Ren in the Book of Songs, Mo Shang Sang in Han Yuefu, Cao Zijian's Luo Shen Fu."

"If I count it on my fingers, it's true that there aren't many, so these poems have become the most common among women's boudoirs."

Shen Wuming felt that these poems were almost becoming skin care products, but that was true.

Today's era is equivalent to the Tang Dynasty, which has not yet ushered in the explosion of poetry and poetry.

I have wronged these women.

"The hands are like catkins, the skin is like condensed fat, the collar is like a cricket grub, the teeth are like gourds and rhinoceros, the head is like a moth and the eyebrows are moth-like, the smile is charming, and the beautiful eyes are full of hope."

Shen Wuming muttered softly, "If I were just a master's degree student, I would just think that this is a beautiful fantasy of the ancients."

"Only when I see the lady do I realize that she is really like the woman mentioned in the poem."

He was not teasing Chu Youyi, but he was telling the truth.

Chu Youyi smiled and said, "My husband is good at saying flattering words. I don't know how many sisters I have deceived."

"No, definitely not." Shen Wuming was single in his last life and had never cheated.

"But my husband thinks, which one writes better, Guan Ju or Shuo Ren?"

"I think Luo Shen Fu is better..."

Shen Wuming and Chu Youyi had been living together as husband and wife for a while, but this was the first time they had an in-depth chat.

Suddenly, I discovered that the two of them had quite a few things in common.

In terms of talent, Shen Wuming is naturally not as good as Chu Youyi, but the advantage is that he is well-informed.

In particular, he copied countless analyzes of the Book of Songs and Luo Shen Fu on the Internet in later generations.

These words frightened Chu Youyi into a daze.

…

In order to punish himself, Shen Wuming spent the next period of time reviewing his homework and did not go to the bookstore to read The Legend of Tianshan Heroine.

When I had time, I also made candied haws.

In fact, it's simple. It's nothing more than soaking the hawthorns, cleaning them, and then skewering them and coating them with syrup.

The first few skewers were all averagely done, and Shen Wuming was naturally not very satisfied, so he just threw them aside.

As a result, Chu Youyi saw it and didn't waste any of it. She ate and watched him make new ones.

"That one doesn't taste good. You can try it again after I finish it." Shen Wuming said while skewering the hawthorns.

Chu Youyi took a bite of the candied haws, her cheeks were a little bulging, and her eyes were narrowed into slits.

It was rare to see such a cute expression on the always dignified lady, and Shen Wuming's heart trembled slightly.

"This is already delicious." Chu Youyi muttered, "The chefs at Tiansheng Restaurant are not as skilled as you."

Shen Wuming shook his head and continued to wrap the candied haws.

Since Chu Youyi sent snacks late at night, the two have become more familiar with each other and are no longer restrained.

They talk as casually as a couple, talking about food and drink, poetry, and interesting things outside.

"This is finally done."

Shen Wuming wrapped the syrup and looked at the red candied haws. The appearance was as beautiful and smooth as glass.

Compared with the previous failed product, it was like a white swan and an ugly duckling.

[You personally made a candied haws that does not exist in this world, and comprehended the way of cultivation of gourmets]

"This looks good."

Chu Youyi's eyebrows were curved, and she held a candied haws in each hand. At this moment, she had no extra hands.

She simply stretched her neck over, and Shen Wuming handed over the candied haws very tactfully, and she bit one down.

"Delicious."

At this moment, Song Nanzhu pushed open the kitchen door and looked at the candied haws in their hands, a little confused.

"What is this?" Song Nanzhu walked forward and smelled a sour and sweet smell, swallowing his saliva.

"It's candied haws."

Shen Wuming took a failed product from Chu Youyi and handed it to Song Nanzhu, "Try it."

After Song Nanzhu took it, he bit one like Chu Youyi and was immediately overjoyed.

And Shen Wuming stuffed the finished product into Chu Youyi's hand, "Madam, eat this."

Song Nanzhu then noticed that the finished product and the failed product were different in appearance, not to mention the taste.

The failed product had sugar lumps on the surface and was not formed, just like a stick covered with burrs and scars.

The finished product was as exquisite as a work of art, with round hawthorns and solidified sugar on the surface, like glass.

"You bully me." Song Nanzhu pursed his lips and glared at Shen Wuming.