The witch doctor's character can't be broken

Which is more difficult, the number one scholar or becoming an immortal?

The Huangfu family are serious foxes who are dedicated to walking the fairy road, which is very different from the seductive romantic vixen outside.

Huangfuyun passed the assessment of Taishan Empress early on, and he is a serious fox student. He only needs a little fire to be a real fox fairy.

But no one knows when it will be enough for this "little heat".

For 500 years, Huangfu Yuntou has been busy learning bird language from all over Kyushu, and he has learned all the languages ​​of birds in the world before he can speak human language and cultivate human form.

Taishan Empress regularly assesses all the transformed foxes, and selects the best ones to be recruited as students, who can practice immortality;

Huangfuyun has been a fox student for more than 100 years, but he still hasn't made it to the stage of immortality.

He is less than 3000 years old. In the [-]-year lifespan of the fox clan, he is considered a crowned young man, so there is no need to worry too much.

So Grandpa Huangfu never urged him, and took him to travel around the world, preparing to let him take the imperial examination.

But don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, if you can ascend to immortality earlier, who would refuse?

——Ascension can be taught, but the champion can't.

What the hell are you talking about?

Grandpa Huangfu was leisurely listening to the maids playing the flute and pipa, waiting for his son to bring the teacher he met yesterday to talk, but who knew he was waiting for such a sentence.

The freshly brewed incense slices couldn't be bothered to drink, Huangfu Taigong put down the teacup and waved: "Xiangnu, quickly help me to visit the immortal master!"

The gorgeous woman in the red skirt put down her pipa, responded "Hey" crisply, and moved her lotus steps to help the old lady.

The nonchalant person took a sip of the Junshan Yinzhen and knocked on the tea lid.

"Have you thought it through?"

Huangfuyun stretched out his hand and closed his mouth, his head was dizzy, he only knew that his cheeks were a little sore, and he couldn't think about others.

He looked at this handsome young man carefully, cupped his hands and asked, "Dare to ask Your Excellency, where is the fairy mountain high?"

This is not a mortal?

The doctor continued to sip the tea soup to return to the sweetness, thinking that the mountain was broken, so he couldn't report to the house.

"Stop asking!"

Qin Suwen saw the embarrassment of the doctor, and had already memorized "The Self-Cultivation of Doglegs", and immediately said: "It is inconvenient to tell others about our son's background, you just need to know that he is an independent expert!"

Huangfu Yun didn't know the truth of the words, but he didn't dare to ask further.

As soon as Xiang Nu's silk shoes stepped into the courtyard, he heard the wild words of the little attendant clearly, and immediately looked at the expression on the grandfather's face.

Grandpa Huangfu has lived for more than 2000 years, and he has always been a good judge of people.

Before he even entered the door, he was overwhelmed by the noble aura of the young man.He had never seen such a leisurely and elegant demeanor in his life.

"The old man is polite."

He got rid of Xiang Nu's support, raised his crutches and bowed his hands to the doctor, very respectful and polite: "May I ask what your honor is called?"

The grandfather's hair is all white, and he looks old and decayed.The doctor didn't make things difficult for him, he nodded politely and asked him to sit down, and gave his name.

"Dare to ask this name..."

The grandpa had speculations in his heart, but he dared not speak out.

It has been tens of thousands of years since the Wu tribe came out to walk.This race that should have been forgotten has become even more mysterious because of the Empress Houtu who incarnates in the body of reincarnation.

No matter people, demons, gods, or immortals, their lifespans are limited. Once they die, the ghosts will live in the hands of Empress Houtu.

The strength of the Wu clan is not important, the important thing is not to make things difficult for yourself.

When the grandfather thought of this, his expression became more serious.

"It's just an ordinary surname."

The doctor continued to think of that unreliable aunt, and felt a little swayed in his heart, and said instead: "Let's talk about your son."

Seeing his father's expression, Mr. Huangfu probably knew that the status of Yi Duan was extraordinary, but he was not in awe of him.

Out of young people's ignorance and fearlessness, he spoke first: "Do you have any insights on poetry and articles, sir?"

Compared with becoming an immortal, he is now more interested in ancient Chinese poetry.

Taigong was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at his eyes, but Yi Diduan liked his temper very much.

"Now I am teaching the little boy, if you are willing, you can also take one more."

Qin Suwen pursed her lips reservedly, glad that she was not the one who "piggybacked".

The grandpa gave his son a hard look, and instead of teaching him to speak again, he replied, "It's a compliment to Mr. Lao Shi that he thinks highly of this foolish boy."

Xiang Nu quietly went down to clean up the house, but Mr. Huangfu endured and endured, and still opened his mouth under the sharp eyes of the grandfather.

"I also made friends with a scholar before, named Kong Xuesheng, who is a descendant of Kong Shengren. The county master who passed the funeral yesterday was his good friend. Kong Sheng came here for an appointment, but now that I have run out of money, I have already invited him to live here. gone."

A man promises a thousand gold, how can he break it so easily?

The Taigong hesitated, so he asked the doctor what it meant to continue.

The doctor was not interested in that Kong Sheng, and said in a low voice: "The guest does as he pleases, and there is no problem with the two of us."

Shan Nu moved very quickly, and when she reappeared, not only the guest room had been set up, but even the banquet had been prepared.

Kong Xuesheng appeared at this time.

He was about 20 years old, wearing a half-worn sky-blue Confucian shirt, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a square mouth and a wide nose, and he looked awe-inspiring and upright.

If Yixuanduan and Huangfu little fox are the handsome gentlemen of "Moshang is like jade", this Kong Sheng is the loyal fighter of "I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood".

Qin Suwen smacked her mouth, looked up at Huangfuyun and exchanged greetings with him.

"It was a coincidence that I came here." Kong Sheng was a little embarrassed.

"The banquet hasn't started yet, what's the misfortune?" Huangfu Yun dragged him to the table and arranged for him to sit beside him.

"This little gentleman is the teacher I just worshiped, and this is his book boy Xiaoqin."

Kong Sheng was slightly surprised when he saw that the person sitting here was still young, and hurriedly bowed his hands to salute him, "Xiaosheng is really ashamed to be a hero."

He is a descendant of a Confucian sage, and his aura is a little different from others. The doctor took a second look and nodded his head as a greeting.

The saints of the later generations are not the same as the saints of the past, but it is common for Yu Zeyin to help his descendants.

It's just that this Kong Sheng has the face of a murdered peach blossom.

The two guest rooms are exquisite luxury houses with carved beams and painted buildings. Qin Suwen was not sure whether it was real or the fox's illusion, so he secretly touched the furnishings in the room one by one.

When she took her homework and went next door to seek medical treatment, she saw that he was wearing loose single clothes and his hair was still stained with dew.

After taking a bath in Huaqing Pool, Concubine Yang probably looked like this.The difference is that this person still has a coldness that cannot be broken.

The doctor glanced at her intermittently, and reached out to take the big letters.

"Little fox doesn't care about imperial examinations, he only studies poetry and prose for money. How about you?"

Qin Suwen was taken aback by his question, "What can I do?"

In her time, reading and literacy was a very important thing.According to this instinct, Qin Suwen acted like a baby and asked her elder brother to teach her how to read.

But what is reading for...

This world doesn't allow women to take the imperial examinations, she pretends to be a little bookboy and she can do it, so will she still go to deceive the emperor in the future?

She couldn't figure it out, so the doctor continued, "Then let's learn poetry together with the Four Books and Five Classics."

Qin Suwen was not thirsty for knowledge, but she didn't resist it, she just laughed bitterly: "Can I have less homework for copying?"

The doctor looked up at her continuously, "If you practice the gymnasium well, I will never let you copy books again."

Guange style is a font specially made for imperial examinations. Qin Suwen has lived here for more than ten years, so there is still some common sense.

Feeling a little panicked, she dug out Chen Sheng's guides and documents from her small bag.

On the night when they first met in Lanruo Temple, Chen Sheng was killed by Xiaoqian, so he gave this thing to her.

With these things, it is not difficult to impersonate Chen Sheng.

"I, am I black in Yintang, or is there a star in Wenqu? Is this a blessing or a curse, will I die..."

She swallowed her saliva, and Baba leaned in front of the doctor.

Her eyes were big and round, staring into two black mercury pill-like eyeballs, she looked pitiful.The doctor took out the tortoise shell from his bosom, put in three copper coins, and pushed it in front of her.

"Shake it, pour it out."

Qin Suwen followed suit with trembling hands, staring at the three copper coins on the table, unable to see why.

"Master, son..."

She was already petite than her peers, and she was extremely thin. Her palm-sized face had two big eyes embedded in it, like a little frozen cat.

It's rare for the doctor to have a heart of compassion, "It's not a catastrophe, you can rest assured."

As long as the soul is not scattered, it can always be restored.

His eyes were calm and determined, and Qin Suwen's anxious mind was appeased all of a sudden, and he happily flipped through Chen Sheng's ID card.

"Chen, Qi, Wen..."

Kong Sheng and Mr. Huangfu slept on the same bed, neither of them felt sleepy, so they linked poems and lines one by one.

"I have no intention of taking the imperial examination, I just want to learn some romantic and elegant things from my little gentleman." Huangfu Yun turned around, "His school boy seems to want to end, do you want to sit in for a few days?"

Kong Xuesheng was shy in his pocket, originally he was copying scriptures for monks in Putuo Temple in exchange for some money.He got acquainted with Mr. Huangfu by chance, and the two hit it off very well, so they lived here at his invitation.

Originally, Mr. Huangfu loved his poetic talent and wanted to hire him as a curator, but now that Mr. Huangfu came to teach him, he couldn't open his mouth to mention it.

Compared with studying knowledge, his immediate priority now is to earn some money to survive.

Scholars have always been noble and shy about talking about money, Kong Xuesheng swallowed his thoughts and responded softly.

"I still have to ask that young master what he means." He lay flat on his back, expecting the doctor to continue to refuse in his heart.

In this way, he would have time to go to the temple to copy scriptures.

Huangfuyun didn't know what was on his mind, so he put his study aside for a while, and talked about another matter: "Since the last respondent accepted your lifelong event, I have been thinking about candidates these days."

Kong Sheng blushed, thinking of Shannu Xihong's skirt.

Xiang Nu was raised by Huangfu Taigong, she was a maid in name, but she was not a slave.Her pipa is very good, she has poetry and books in her stomach, and she is knowledgeable and interesting...

Huangfuyun thought hard for a while, then turned over and sat up suddenly: "Yes!"

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