Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 18: Chapter 18 Going shopping with a girl



The core rule of poetry is the use of level and oblique tones.

As long as this point remains unchanged, even in another world, the poetry that Xu Qi'an has saved from his nine years of compulsory education will still be useful.

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

"Puff..." Xu Lingyue covered her mouth and chuckled. But after being glared at by Xu Qi'an, she lowered her head with a slightly red face.

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

Once, the scholar grandfather tested their poetry, and this amazing poem came into being. Auntie mocked, "Ning Yan, it's not that Auntie despises you, but the Xu family only has one scholar. Your uncle and nephew's handwriting is like a crawling insect."

"You can't even write well, and you're still writing poetry." Auntie curled her lips and rolled her eyes, which made her look very charming.

Second uncle was a little embarrassed and coughed, "Ning Yan, let's not get involved in the affairs of scholars. Today is a day off. Let's help out in the yard?"

The implication was that you kid shouldn't get involved in the fun. You don't understand the affairs of scholars. You embarrass yourself and cause me to be mocked by my wife.

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

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

Second uncle Xu wiped the oil stains from the corners of his little girl's mouth.

Xu Xinnian frowned. It was hard to hear anything from just one sentence, but it was surprising that Xu Qian'an could write such a neat seven-character quatrain.

"The north wind blows the geese and the snow falls."

Xu Xinnian was stunned for a moment, and a picture came to his mind.

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

Xu Qian'an lowered his head to drink the porridge and stopped talking.

"What's next? What's next?" Xu Xinnian asked urgently. It felt like listening to a storyteller telling a story in a teahouse. When he got to the exciting part, he suddenly slammed the gavel: To know what will happen next, please listen to the next chapter.

It made people want to hit someone.

"I can't write poetry." Xu Qian'an glanced at his aunt lightly. He just thought that his aunt was particularly dignified and beautiful today, and there was absolutely no hint of asking her to apologize.

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

Xu Lingyue said softly: "It's very artistic!"

She had limited reading, but she could also hear that the first two sentences were excellent seven-character poems.

Seeing his daughter and son's attitude, Xu Pingzhi was shocked and stared at Xu Qian'an without blinking, with both surprise and expectation in his eyes.

"Don't worry about having no confidants on the road ahead, who in the world doesn't know you!" Xu Qian'an chewed the fried dough sticks and threw out the last two sentences.

Click... Xu Erlang's chopsticks fell on the table.

"Don't worry about having no confidants on the road ahead, who in the world doesn't know you..." He muttered to himself, immersed in the artistic conception and unable to extricate himself.

Xu Lingyue's delicate body trembled, and goose bumps appeared on the back of her hand.

Xu Pingzhi grinned: "Damn it, why does it sound creepy?"

Aunt was not convinced, but agreed with her husband's words.

The power of poetry lies in this, it is a kind of spiritual shock. Even if people who can't write poetry and don't understand the rules of level and oblique tones, they will still feel uncontrollable scalp numbness when reading the famous works handed down from generation to generation.

This feeling, when Xu Qiyan was in school, he was often shocked by the famous poems in the Chinese textbook.

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds, the sun is dim, the north wind blows the geese and the snow falls, don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead, who in the world doesn't know you."

Xu Xinnian couldn't help but stand up, and two excited blushes appeared on his face, which made him, who was already handsome, look even more... charming.

It turned out to be such a masterpiece!

Although he was not good at poetry, as a scholar, who didn't yearn for drinking and writing hundreds of poems? When hearing good poems and lyrics, he couldn't help but clap his hands and sing, and his blood boiled.

"When will you...write poems?" Xu Xinnian stared at Xu Qiyan, his eyes were bright, shocked, and puzzled.

"When did I say I can't write poetry?" Xu Qian'an laughed: "Can the poems I wrote when I was enlightened 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 learning in our Xu family," Xu's second uncle was very happy, and smiled: "If I had known, I would have let you study and practice martial arts." Aunt was dissatisfied and opened her mouth, but couldn't say a strong rebuttal.

No, in that case, I can't be good at literature, and the second child can be martial arts... Xu Qian'an knew that the original owner was a poor student. Studying was a waste of time. It's better to drop out of school and move bricks at the construction site.

Xu Xinnian was not a martial arts material. Expecting a delicate and tender cream boy to lift iron? Strengthen his body?

"But, this is a poem written by Ning Yan. Just listen to it. You can't take it for yourself. It's not what a sch does." Xu's secon

aid.

Xu Xinnian snorted and disdained to respond to his father. Is he that kind of person? Turning

to Xu Qi'an, he said, "Lend me this poem. I will explain that you are the one who wrote it."

I am the one who is asking for death... Xu Qi'an nodded slightly, "Go ahead, take it and pretend... to show off in front of others."

The job of a scholar is, of course, to show off in front of others.

This poem was originally intended to be given to Xu Xinnian to make connections. He didn't

really care who signed it.

He was not a scholar, so poetry didn't really have much effect on him. This is why he didn't use poetry to show off in front of others in the past month.

The environment doesn't allow it.

It's better to teach them to sing the song of a man who leashes horses than to spend the whole day with a group of detectives who are wielding swords and guns and recite poems to them. "What's the name of the poem?" Xu Xinnian asked.

.....I forgot. Xu Qi'an's face froze, "This poem was inspired by me. It has no name. You can

make do with it."

...

After breakfast, Xu Xinnian took his father's beloved horse from the backyard and left in a hurry. The uncle and nephew were sparring in the yard, but they stopped there. "Not bad, your skills have improved again. If you want to go further, you have to enter the Qi training realm, but the Qi needs the interaction between heaven and earth to be born." Uncle Xu took the sweat towel handed by the servant and wiped his cheek: "In addition to the medicinal bath, you also need a master in the spirit training realm to open the gate of heaven for you. Otherwise, you will never be able to enter the Qi training realm in your life."

The spirit training realm is the seventh level in the martial arts path.

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

"I went through life and death in the battle of Shanhai, and only then did I accumulate military merits, and only then did I get the military masters to open the gate of heaven for me and enter the realm of Qi training." Uncle Xu sighed: "The second year after returning home,

there was a New Year."

"Now the world is still peaceful, you don't even have the opportunity to accumulate military merits, how can you practice Qi? If you don't practice Qi, can you not get married?"

"Ning Yan, my second uncle is old, and his only wish is to see you marry and have children, so

that I can live up to your dead father."

"Let's take it one step at a time." Xu Qian'an said perfunctorily.

In addition to accumulating merits, there are other ways to get promoted, that is, spending money.

Prescriptions and masters can all be solved with silver.

The knight violated the ban with martial arts, so the court strictly controlled the number of martial artists, and explicitly stipulated that masters in the realm of refining spirits were not allowed to open the gate of heaven for anyone privately. If they wanted to open the gate of heaven for their children, they needed to report to the government.

However, the bureaucracy in Dafeng is now extremely bad, corrupt officials are rampant, and the majesty of the court is gradually weakening. Even if they dare not openly defy the law, there are still many masters of the Refining Spirit Realm who will look for trading partners on

the black market.

Xu Qian'an worked hard to make money, and he had the idea of using silver to replace merit.

Otherwise, if I was stuck in the Refining Spirit Realm, what would be the use of this iron rod?

Aunt led a pair of daughters over, stood under the eaves of the corridor, and shouted:

"Master, it's warm, take Lingyin and Lingyue out for a walk."

Second Uncle Xu frowned: "I have something to do."

"Isn't it a day off today?"

"I have an appointment with my colleagues for a drink, and I will leave soon. Otherwise, letn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Ning Yan take them out to play."

Girls from scholarly families are usually kept in the boudoir and cannot go out shopping at

will.

The Xu family is a family of military generals, and there are not so many harsh family

educations.

Xu Qian'an looked back and happened to meet the clear and bright eyes of the 28-year-old

girl. The girl, who was more beautiful than her teacher, pursed her lips, a little shy, and

lowered her head slightly.

"It just so happens that I have nothing to do." Xu Qian'an nodded. Looking back, I took a 16-year-old girl out shopping in my previous life, or when I was 18 years old, the "golden years". Of course, the girl at that time could not be compared with Xu

Lingyue at all.