The Strongest Master of the Starry Sky

Qi Fei is sitting under the big tree in the courtyard. The book case is full of papers. He is desperately reminiscing about the ancient knowledge of the earth and the east. But learning this thing, you have to read it to have an impression. He has even seen less than one percent, and very few can remember at this moment.

As for some articles, political theory, and the classics of governing the world, he can hardly even think of a few complete ones, but even so, this is a very large project. After all, there are too many scholarly works on the earth and the ancient times.

Qi Fei pinched his brush, his face was ugly, what was the thought just now? Sushu? Well, Sushu, this Sushu himself only remembers less than sixty words, sixty words, this Nima!

He now has almost a mass of paste in his head, and he does not have his own unique theory and insight at all. When he first wanted to think about some independent things, those people in the east and the earth of the earth and the ancients began to fight. Not to mention the celebrity works in the history of Tang Dynasty.

The conflict between theory and opinion is endless and it is difficult to compromise. This is even worse than going into the magic. If it were not for the mighty spirit of Qi Fei, I would have vomited three blood and died of anger.

However, although Qi Fei did not form his own core of knowledge and propositions for governing the world, this huge accumulation of knowledge has made him a top-ranking university questioner in his lifetime, which is why he is not too worried that he will not be able to enter the ranking.

The article mode of Tang Guo's scientific examination is not the same as the eight-strand essay in the ancient East of the Earth, but a style similar to the eight-stroke essay. It is simpler than the eight-stroke essay, and it also requires looser opinions.

This genre of articles is called Wu Xingwen, and the topic selection is not limited to certain books in history, but it is free to choose among the articles of the scholars.

The writing of his article also needs the kind of flattering sentences. There is a head-to-tail argument. It is not necessarily better than the eight-strand text, but it is not bad. However, because the royal and common people of Datang knew the existence of the monks. Therefore, some immortal words are more admired, especially poetry fu with immortality. Often the whole article is written in the form of poetry and fu, which will get a lot of points, which is why Qi Fei desperately thinks about poetry.

He sat under the big tree and looked at the thick rice paper in front of him. He couldn't help sighing. After taking it quickly, he wiped it all out. These things can be remembered, but he did not take part in the course. It is better not to spread it before the test.

Xiaoyuan sister came out of the house at the back with a bowl of soup in her hand, then gently put it on the book case, and smiled, "Sangong, are you tired?"

Qi Fei touched his forehead with one hand and looked at Xiaoyuan's white dress, but embroidered red on the two cuffs, and laughed: "The head is big, this is even more torture than practicing."

Xiaoyuan's sister smiled and said, "I would advise you to go to the military and go to the border to accumulate military workers, or take a martial arts examination. It's easier than that."

Qi Fei shook his head and said, "Mother, this is something you don't understand. Although I am suffering at the moment, but I also have happiness, and I have the joy of reading. You listen to me."

Master Xiaoyuan blinked and looked at Qi Fei. These days, Qi Fei often chants poems. Each capital is very nice, especially those love poems, which makes people feel a little softened.

"Juveniles are easy to learn and old, and one inch of time cannot be ignored. The spring grass in the pond is not felt, and the leaves in front of the steps have autumn sounds."

Seeing Qi Fei shaking his head and shaking his head, Xiaoyuan sister could not help but cover her mouth and laughed again: "Hang book bags, nerd!"

At this moment, the sound of claps suddenly came from outside the courtyard: "Good thing, an inch of time cannot be lightened, good thing is that it is easy for a teenager to learn and grow old!"

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The two looked up, but saw several people walking outside the courtyard.

The head is the person who just spoke, but it is a stature and handsome middle-aged man.

The man wore a blue shirt with a golden hidden pattern, carrying his hands on his back, with three short hairs. He was not angry with a book around him, but was rather a martial artist.

There were several people behind him, all of whom were extraordinary and well-groomed, but obviously they were very respectful to this middle-aged man, and no one dared to go with him.

Qi Fei's accession to the WTO this time, discussed with several people, try not to use the ability and other abilities to spy on the world, so at this moment I just see that this person has the foundation of martial arts, but can not see anything else, but this person does not look like a scholar The Confucian, however, came to praise his poetry, which made him somewhat unhappy.

As the saying goes, wine drinks to confidants, and poems yell to people, how can you listen to my poems praised by a martial arts student?

At this time, one of the middle-aged people suddenly stepped forward to open the door for the middle-aged people, and the middle-aged people stepped in.

Qi Fei frowned, and smirked at Xiaoyuan sister. Xiaoyuan turned and left the yard and returned to the house.

The middle-aged person looked at Xiaoyuan's back and said, "Scholar, did you make that poem just now?" "

Qi Fei stood up reluctantly at this moment, with a smirk on his face: "Exactly, do you have any suggestions?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and nodded: "Talent and beauty, but this is the case, I didn't expect to encounter such pleasing things down the hill in this suburb. By the way, scholar, we have to spit."

When Qi Fei heard the first sentence, his heart was relatively calm. Although he felt a little awkward, he was still able to talk. When he heard the last sentence, he almost scolded his mother. If you ask for water, please drink it. Turn around and say what these do!

He yelled angrily and said, "Li Qian, here is the guest. Go and bring me a bucket of sour plum soup prepared by my master."

After a while, I saw the boy Li Qian scooping out a wooden barrel from the room, and then frowning for a few glances at the group, and then put the wooden barrel on the ground, saying: "There is no table, my family Just the young master's case, and some books, some will stand and drink. "

The middle-aged man looked at the wooden barrel and said, "What is this?"

Li Qian touched his head: "Sour plum soup, it tastes delicious. My master made it myself, and ordinary people can't drink it."

The middle-aged man was about to reach out to open the lid, and then suddenly came up again, opened the wooden lid one step in advance, and then reached out to take out the small wooden scoop inside, scooped a small scoop, watching the muddy soup frown, and then Get up to your mouth and drink it.

After drinking a scoop of sour plum soup, the man suddenly opened his eyes and reached out to try to scoop another scoop, but unexpectedly the middle-aged man looked at him and snorted. The man hurriedly lowered his head and lowered the scoop and wrapped it behind Developed a set of delicate drinking utensils, carefully took a cup and presented it to middle-aged people. Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.