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I have become a scholar now.

And I am the best among scholars, a Confucian scholar.

You should know that only by becoming a Confucian scholar can you be considered a scholar in the true sense.

Only by becoming a Confucian scholar can you join the Xinglin Academy.

Only by becoming a Confucian scholar can you be qualified to take the national examination.

It is similar to the undergraduate certificate in the world of Earth.

Although this certificate is useless, if you don’t have it, you don’t even have the qualifications to take the examination in the government unit, and you don’t even have the opportunity to interview in a large company.

At this level of Confucian scholars, they are no longer ordinary scholars, but scholars who have mastered power.

There is already a great and righteous spirit in the body.

This great and righteous spirit can be transformed into a force.

It is equivalent to the true qi of a warrior.

Confucian scholars can remember everything they see and have the ability of night vision. Even if they read books all night, they can still be energetic, which has no effect on their health, and this great and righteous spirit can also warm the body.

If there is enough great and righteous spirit.

It can prolong life, keep healthy and be immune to all diseases.

The righteousness has a strong restraining effect on demons and monsters.

Confucian scholars can be called the pillars of the country.

In this realm, the righteousness in the body has reached a certain scale. Just writing a word or painting a picture can make your righteousness stay between the lines and pictures. A powerful Confucian scholar can subdue demons with just a painting, a word, or a pen, inkstone, jade pendant, etc.

. Moreover, the second-grade Confucian scholar can already master a magical power belonging to a scholar.

That is: hanging a sword in the mouth.

You can directly spit out a sharp sword from your mouth, which is indestructible.

The killing is amazing.

Am I practicing both Confucianism and martial arts?

Xiao Pingan muttered.

Seeing him stand up.

Gu Dehua nodded at him: "Yes, the first enlightenment in life can turn an ordinary person into a second-grade scholar. Well, let's meet again. I'm leaving. Before I leave, I want to remind you that the Sacred Heart Art is my way. If you want to achieve great success, you can't follow the path of others, but your own path."

"So, the Sacred Heart Art, you'd better just use it as a reference, don't believe that this method is the truth. The truth is never in the book, nor is it someone else's. The truth is only in your own hands."

After saying that.

The figure slowly dissipated.

"Ah, Senior Gu, where did he go?"

The person just disappeared like that, Xiao Ping'an felt very angry, looked at the teacher and asked.

The teacher said: "Brother Gu naturally went to where he should go, well, I should go back to Xinglinyuan, if you have something to do, you can go to the Xinglinyuan Library to find me, this is my token."

After the words fell.

A golden light flew towards Xiao Ping'an.

Xiao Pingan subconsciously reached out to catch it.

He took a look and found that it was a jade token as big as a baby's palm.

There were two words written on it in ancient Chinese: Chunchun.

Xiao Pingan's face was full of black question marks.

Chunchun?

What the hell?

Master, is your token serious?

The master turned into a green light.

Flying in a certain direction.

Watching the master disappear.

Xiao Pingan showed envy on his face: "It's really a miraculous method."

However.

He looked at the jade token in his hand.

The corner of his mouth twitched. These saints are weirder than each other...

However, this is understandable.

Can a normal person become a saint?

Xiao Pingan looked at Master Cen and Ye Wang, and said with a smile: "Two gentlemen, what do you think of my poem in this poetry meeting? Can it be the champion?"

"I am not qualified to evaluate you. You are a person valued by the master, and your Spring River Moon Night has been recognized by the two saints."

Ye Wang smiled bitterly.

"Yes, Xiao Pingan, who else can be the champion of this poetry meeting but you." Master Cen stroked his beard and said with a smile.

The child of his old friend is not a waste. He has finally grown up. He is very happy.

"That's good."

Xiao Pingan nodded.

Looking at Zhang Jian, whose face was a little pale,

"Where is the 100,000 taels of gold? Bring it now."

"Ah." Zhang Jian spit out a mouthful of blood with a chuckle.

The face turned from pale to red, and then from red to pale.

"Damn it, don't think that I won't ask you for money just because you vomited blood. Have you heard that debts are not repaid after death?"

People's debts are not repaid.

Xiao Ping'an, are you still a human being?

Everyone was very angry at Xiao Ping'an's Huang Shiren face. Damn it, such a person is actually valued by the Master and the Ancient Saints, while we, the humble gentlemen with noble character, have become passers-by.They were not even interested in taking a look.

Oh my God.

You are too fair.

Hao Tong snorted.

He took out the gold note of 50,000 taels of gold.

To Xiao Pingan.

"I'll pay 50,000 for the young prince."

Damn it.

Zhang Jian was very angry.

He said this as if he owed Hao Tong a favor. Damn it. If it weren't for this Hao Tong, he would have jumped out to compete with Xiao Pingan.

Would he lose?

Would Xiao Pingan be favored by two saints?

Would he be so embarrassed?

And he lost 20,000 taels.

This is gold.

Of course... money or not, the young prince Zhang Jian doesn't care much.

For a top second-generation rich man like him, what he cares most about is his face. If he loses money, he can earn it again, but if he loses face, it will be difficult to get it back.

Ye Wudao felt a little fortunate.

Fortunately, it was Zhang Jian who came forward to bet with Xiao Pingan, not him.

Everyone laughed at him. The first one to be laughed at was definitely Zhang Jian, the second one to be laughed at was Hao Tong, and the third one was his turn.

It can be said that no matter whether it was him or Hao Tong. It would not be too embarrassing. After all, Zhang Jian had already endured most of the foul language.

Everyone will only remember the first place, or the last place.

Few people care about the second and third place.

This is human nature.

So, Ye Wudao took out 30,000 taels of gold very readily, threw it to Zhang Jian without saying a word, and took his people and slipped away.

Although 30,000 taels of gold is a lot, it is nothing for a family like the Ye family that has existed for thousands of years. After all, his family is older than Daqian, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are rich enough to rival a country after dozens of generations of accumulation.

A mere 30,000 taels of gold.

He, Ye Wudao, did not take it seriously at all.

Very soon.

Hao Tong and Ye Wudao all left.

Hao Tong didn't even say hello to the Seventh Princess, he just left, after all, losing the game was too embarrassing.

With that "Spring River Moon Night".

His "Looking at the Moon in the River" has become a joke.

Not to mention getting the Seventh Princess's favor.

Hao Tong was thankful that he didn't make her feel disgusted.

Watching the two people walk so fast.

Xiao Ping'an muttered: "Why run so fast, I won't eat people."

Although Xiao Ping'an won the first place in the poetry meeting, no one came to congratulate him except Ye Wang and Master Cen.

After all.

Although Xiao Ping'an's poems were valued by the Master.

But, it was just valued.

First, the Master did not accept Xiao Ping'an as a disciple.

Just said a few words.

Second, the current Xiao Guogong Mansion has declined.

Xiao Guogong and his seven sons all died in the battle.

Xiao Ping'an is the only male left in the family. Yes, Xiao Ping'an is not a waste, but a genius.

But, so what?