Great Liangzhen Fusi, starting as the villain

Seeing Qi Ping's figure, the poor girl was overjoyed, ran over and glanced behind him: "Didn't you take the car?"

"En." Qi Pingxin said, the girl must feel sorry for the elder brother.

Unexpectedly, Qi Shu showed an appreciative smile: "That's right, the fare is expensive."

"..."

The girl took the lead and walked into the house: "Didn't you have dinner, I left some food for you, if it doesn't work, I'll heat it up."

Qi Ping wanted to say that he had eaten in the Yamen, but he hesitated for a while and said with a smile: "Okay."

The shop was cleaned, as was the courtyard. When I inspected the house at noon, there was still a little dust. It will look brand new.

"Is Fan Er not here?" Qi Ping asked curiously.

Qi Shu hummed, saying that he had gone out to inquire about the news, understand the market and so on, which she didn't quite understand, and then narrated all the trivial things in the afternoon.

Qi Ping also briefly said that his meritorious performance was highly praised by Qi Shu.

The small courtyard has ample room, one room for each person, the brothers and sisters of the Qi family are on the left, and Fan Er is alone on the right.

During the meal, Qi Shu talked about prices in Kyoto for a while, with an exaggerated expression: "It's so expensive. Houses, cars and horses are all frighteningly expensive."

"By the way, how much is your salary? I don't know when you can save enough money to rent our own house."

The girl seemed a little uneasy about living in the house. She still wanted to live alone, not because she had any dislike for Fan Er. Along the way, the three of them had gotten to know each other well. In the final analysis, it was a girl's instinctive yearning for having her own lair.

But even in her yearning, she didn't expect to "buy" a set, but rented it.

After all, houses are really expensive.

"Don't think about these things. When I get mixed up, I will directly buy a big house in the inner city and hire a bunch of maids and servants. I will take care of it for you." Qi Ping boasted.

"I dare not think that such a good house costs several thousand taels." Qi Shu mercilessly poured cold water on it.

Qi Ping didn't refute, but thought in his heart: You say you don't dare, but it took only half a day to figure out the housing prices in the inner city.

Oh, duplicity.

……

After the meal, Qi Ping sent the girl back to the house, took out a bathtub, filled it with boiling water, closed the door, and took out the "Pei Yuan Pill" first.

Then, pour two bottles of "Yuan Qi Liquid" into the bucket, take off naked, jump into it, and perform the method of exhaling and breathing cross-legged.

Not long after, he entered the state of meditation again.

This time, it was different from before.

In the usual practice, my perception is gray, and I can only vaguely perceive that there is some kind of dissociated power between the heaven and the earth.

But this time, when the Heaven and Earth Shenshen Deed was activated, there was a rumble in his mind, as if he heard raging waves crashing on the shore.

The true energy in the body is like a fish, jumping for joy, galloping along the meridian.

Pores all over the body are opened.

Draw the vitality in the water to nourish the body and refine it into true essence.

In the body, the Peiyuan Pill slowly melted, forming a strange energy that nourished the body.

"Crackling."

For a moment, there was the sound of bones cracking in the bathtub, like bamboo joints, Qi Ping was intoxicated by it, and just wanted to moan happily.

One word:

"Cool!"

As Pei Shaoqing said, the first time the medicine works, the effect is the best, and Qi Ping is really very talented when he is practicing.

As time passed, the green in the bathtub gradually receded, and finally there was only clear water left.

This means complete absorption of the potency.

If you show it to Yu Qing and others, you will definitely be speechless again. You must know that ordinary people will suffer a lot of loss in cultivation, but Qi Ping does not.

During the practice, time passed extremely quickly.

The lights in the courtyard were extinguished, and in the middle of the night, a drizzle fell from the sky, but there was no thunder, which meant that the rain was not heavy.

This kind of drizzle is the most tormenting, pattering, raining endlessly.

Sure enough, it didn't stop until dawn.

In the early morning, when the sky was bright, the tightly closed room suddenly burst open, and a figure came out, wearing only a single shirt, with his chest half open.

Holding a simple knife in his hand, his eyes are as bright as stars.

Exactly flush.

He breathed all night, faintly aware of the bottleneck, his body's true energy roared, and in the drizzle, he jumped into the courtyard, with a simple saber in his hand, practicing the saber technique by himself.

The ordinary martial arts handed down by the family is not very subtle, but the sword is fierce when it is opened and closed.

This time, there is a new experience, Qi Ping's mind seems to sink into the knife, forgetting both things and me.

The trajectory of the knife is clearly reflected in the mind, just like a paintbrush.

It's not like drawing a knife, it's more like painting.

"Woooooo."

The wind shattered.

The door of the main room opened, and Qi Shu, who was wearing a coat, stared wide-eyed, a little dazed, wondering why Qi Ping had gone crazy.

In the front, the back window of the shop was open, and Fan Er's eyes were sleepy. After he came back last night, he didn't go to his own room, but fell asleep in the shop: "Qi Ping? You..."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Ping abruptly slashed at him.

A ray of saber air swayed away the raindrops.

Two feet away, a clump of grass broke at its roots.

"Ah!" Fan Er uttered a groundhog cry and retracted the quilt.

Qi Ping withdrew his knife, a little surprised: "I... have reached the peak of the first level?"

The release of saber energy is exactly the peak characteristic of one level and one level.

……

In the imperial practice system, there are three levels in the first level. Those with ordinary talents, without the aid of great medicine, have to concentrate on grinding for several years before they have a small chance of breaking into the second level.

Although it is not as difficult as breaking through the inner three layers, it is not something that can be improved in a short time.

But Qi Ping only took more than half a month to reach the peak of the first level and first level, which is not surprising.

When I had breakfast, I was smiling all the way, and I almost wrote "happy" on my face.

"I'll go out of the city later and go to the academy." After taking a sip of egg and cucumber soup, Qi Ping announced today's itinerary.

Fan Er squeezed the fritters and asked curiously, "The Imperial Academy for Practitioners?"

"Well, go and have a look, unfortunately, I haven't got my badge yet, but go and have a look, it should be fine." Qi Ping nodded and said with a smile:

"If it goes well, I may go there often in the future to learn spells."

On Qi Shu's slender face, her eyebrows were frowned, thinking: The round-trip fare is not cheap.

Fan Er patted his thigh: "Take me one."

Qi Ping was curious: "What are you doing?"

Fan Er smiled honestly: "There are many schools in the suburbs. I'm planning to take a trip there to investigate what books and textbooks students in Kyoto use. If I can find a way, it would be better to specialize in schools."

From ancient times to the present, in the book market, teaching supplementary materials have been the most popular category.

Qi Ping deeply agrees.

……

The light rain on Tianjie was as moist as crisp, but it couldn't suppress the fiery hearts of the two. After eating, they put on coir raincoats and went out hand in hand.

The academy is in the outskirts, tens of miles away, and the distance is so long that the two had no choice but to rent two bad horses. Fan Er bought two bags of rice wine and drank them as drinks.

The alcohol content of this era is really low... Snowflakes are hanging on them.

Qi Ping sometimes thinks, if Wu Song drinks eighteen bowls of wine in Jingyanggang in the Water Margin, it may be just a few cans of snowflakes... all the mood is gone.

In the drizzle, two young people in a good mood rode their horses to drink and go out together, which really meant an outing.

It took about an hour before I saw the destination. In the rain and fog, the green hills were like Daisy, dotted with buildings.

"That's the Imperial Academy?" Fan Er held the rein of the horse, trying to widen his small eyes:

"I heard that it is a legendary place."

"Oh?" Qi Ping took a sip of rice wine and looked at him curiously.

Fan Er laughed and said: "It is said that 300 years ago, among the cultivators in the empire, only the Daoist sect was the only one. At that time, a very powerful Confucian came out. As a result, I made rapid progress, and became supernatural in half a year... Later, somehow, I left the Taoist school and founded the Imperial Academy. I also improved the talisman spell and created the talisman system, which is said to be combined with poetry and articles..."

"Combine poetry?" Qi Ping was stunned.

Fan Er said: "That's right, anyway, it's spread like this, but I don't know exactly what's going on."

"Where did you hear that?" Qi Ping had a strange look in his eyes.

"The teahouse," Fan Er said with a mean smile, "I spent half a day in the teahouse yesterday, what better place to inquire about the situation than that?"

Okay... Qi Ping was suspicious of this, but he became more and more curious.

……

The bad horse rattled along the official road, and after another half an hour, it finally arrived at the foot of the mountain. The scenery here is beautiful, with a large bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest is dark green, the rain blows, and the white mist on the mountain makes people feel relaxed and happy, as if they are in a fairyland.

The mountain road was muddy and it was not easy to ride a horse. After thinking about it, Qi Ping asked Fan Er to stay and look after the horses. He wore a coir raincoat and climbed the mountain on foot.

But I saw sporadic people coming down from the mountain, not like students, either downcast or preoccupied.

"What's the situation?" Qi Ping was curious. When he turned around a forest, he saw a canopy under the mountain gate.

In it sits a person.

Wearing a short Confucian robe, seeing him coming, he asked, "A student?"

Qi Ping froze for a moment, and nodded honestly.

The instructor raised his chin slightly and pointed to a wooden sign, which was actually a notice, to the effect that, in order not to interfere with the normal life of the students in the academy, from now on, all scholars who want to come to the door must submit a poem, no subject matter, by The six gentlemen in the courtyard will taste and pass the test before entering.

Signed time: yesterday

Qi Ping: "..."

I feel like I've been heavily targeted.

"Dare to ask, sir, this notice..." Qi Ping revealed strangeness.

The instructor who was sent to guard the gate interrupted him: "There is a pen and ink over there, just write it to me."

Qi Ping held back, hesitating a bit, he didn't know how long it would take for the badge to be issued, so it was hard to wait: "Any poems are acceptable? Do you have any requirements?"

The teacher said in a muffled voice: "Anything is fine, if you want it, naturally the more superior the better."

"Ok."

Qi Ping smacked his lips, as the saying goes, everything is coming... As for poetry, he has plenty.

After all, we still cannot escape the fate of Wenchao.

Qi Ping picked up his pen and fell into deep thought, which song should he write?

There are too many famous works of later generations, and the choice is also a kind of distress.

At this moment, suddenly, a gust of mountain wind blew away his slight drunkenness and coldness.

The rain in the sky stopped suddenly, the gray clouds split open, and the setting sun on the top of the mountain greeted him at the right time. He turned his head and looked towards the foot of the mountain.

The bamboo forest is bleak, and the bad horses are in pairs.

As far as the heart goes, put pen and paper into words:

Set storm

Don't listen to the sound of Chuanlin beating leaves, why not scream and walk slowly.Bamboo stick straw sandals lightly beat horses, who is afraid?

A smoky rain and a life.

Take a deep breath, level the pen and turn again:

When the spring breeze awakens, it is slightly cold, but the hilltop is shining obliquely.

Looking back at the bleak place, when I go back, there is no wind and rain... and no sunshine.