This day.
The whole of Great Wei’s Kyoto was abuzz with excitement.
It was because of a single song that spread throughout the whole of Great Wei.
The most lively of all was the State Dukes’ House. Basically all the Great Wei State Dukes laughed heartily today, and then even ordered their servants to host a banquet for other friends.
The Four Great Schools of Learning also attracted a great deal of noise.
All the controversies were about who had written it and for whom it was intended.
But soon the tranquil capital of Wei was in an uproar again.
It was the great princes of the state who were at loggerheads.
The people didn’t know what was going on, but these princes were experienced in a hundred battles and were themselves convinced by martial arts, and would not use their fists if they could settle with their words.
According to rumours, the reason for the chokehold between the several principalities was precisely because of this piece of absolute lyric.
They all thought that the song was written for them, so they disagreed with each other and exposed each other’s shortcomings, and when they did, they couldn’t hold their tempers and fought each other.
The best part was that someone who went to persuade them to fight also got into a fight.
All in all, Kyoto was in a frenzy that day, with shouts of abuse and curses, even from the older generation, but also from the younger.
This was the way of the martial artists, and fighting was the best way to settle disputes.
At this moment.
Inside the court of the Great Wei.
In the magnificent and atmospheric Yang Xin Hall.
A dragon allan was placed in it.
A golden gauze covers the Dragon Luang, and the hall is vast and empty.
A beautiful woman kneels at the bottom, respectfully.
In the gauze, only a few outlines can be seen.
She is exquisitely curved and tall, and through the gauze, a pair of beautiful legs are vaguely visible.
But what was truly astonishing was not the luscious figure, but an aura that, standing there, made people fear.
This is the Empress of Great Wei.
The most wondrous woman in the world.
She stood beneath the Dragon Luang, a sheet of white paper floating in front of her.
“Your Majesty, this famous lyric has reached the capital, and the seven princes of the state have held a banquet because of it, all of them believing that it was written for them.”
“But the seven princes’ mutual hospitality has caused trouble, and just now spies came to report that the seven princes had fought with each other, and even with the descendants of several of them.”
“There are also some marquises that have joined in, and I hope Your Majesty will step in and stop the fight.”
The stunningly beautiful woman kneeling below spoke slowly, her voice extremely pleasant.
“It is normal for a famous song of a thousand years to lead to a fight between state princes.”
“But as state princes, fighting with each other is ultimately a disgrace to the court.”
“Wan’er, draw up a decree for me, the fight over the famous words will be asked by the book writer when he comes to Kyoto.”
“The rest of those who participated in the fight will receive seventy military sticks or be punished with three months’ salary.”
The Empress’ voice was somewhat ethereal as she spoke slowly, echoing through the Great Hall.
“Wan’er obeys the decree.”
The woman bowed her head.
And then she continued to speak.
“Your Majesty, there is also some news from the four great academies, several great scholars have praised this masterpiece, and it can be seen by both civil and military officials, should such people be summoned to the capital in advance to serve Your Majesty?”
She spoke up and asked.
“No need.”
“All great talents in the world are arrogant, it would be bad to actively recruit them.”
“Besides, those who can write such words and chapters must also be the ones who are in charge of the expedition, and now that the strife in the court is already fierce, it would be more unstable to recruit such people.”
“If we continue the northern expedition, it will hurt the foundation of the Great Wei, so let everything be as it is, and warn others not to hit this man, and let everything be as it is.”
“And again, there are exams coming up in various provinces, this is a big deal.”
The empress’ voice rang out, very calm, but it meant resolute.
“Yes, Wan’er understands.”
Kneeling on the ground, Wan’er nodded, as the Empress’ personal female official, she knew many things, especially the situation in the imperial court.
Since His Majesty had ascended to the throne, the imperial court had been advocating another northern expedition, but the treasury was empty; Emperor Wu had made seven northern expeditions and emptied the Great Wei, and those who were not in charge of the household did not know the price of firewood and oil and salt.
Now if another great talent comes along and demands a northern expedition, the situation will only intensify.
Letting nature take its course is the best way.
She did not say anything more and slowly retreated.
At this moment.
In the main hall.
The Empress of Wei’s gaze once again fell on the white paper.
The absolute words of Man Jiang Hong were reflected in her eyes.
But soon the white paper burned itself, turning into smoke and pa*sing away.
“The Northern Expedition, a group of martial artists who only know how to attack and attack, but do not know how to nurture.”
“A huge country, where there is no need to spend money, the treasury is empty, I don’t even have the silver to build a palace, and I have to fight and fight and fight.”
“Father, if you are in heaven, send me a capable minister who can make money, if this continues, my son will only be a faint ruler.”
The empress’ heart sounded out, and then took out an ancient book as if extremely helpless.
The ancient book had the three words [He Xin Tong] written on it.
Half an hour later.
A decree came out from the palace, stopping the chaos in the capital.
The great princes cursed and rested at home, but as for the others, there were no good consequences.
They were punished with either a fine or a baton, but those without a title went to receive a baton.
They were noblemen, but they didn’t have much money, especially the sons of princes, who had little to spend.
A fine? It was impossible to punish them, they would rather be beaten with a military stick, it was not like they had never been beaten before.
It’s not as if they’ve never been beaten before, but that’s the way it is now in Wei.
But in any case, the dispute settled down.
And so it was, and in the twinkling of an eye, several days pa*sed.
The year of Wuchang.
April 7th.
There were less than three days to go until the provincial examinations.
But this did not stop the enthusiasm of Xu Qingnian’s admirers.
The Pao Lu Academy has been crowded with people these days, all wanting to see Xu Qingnian’s face, to see what kind of person he really is.
But unfortunately, in these few days, Xu Qingnian almost turned into a nerd, reading books in the book building all the time.
He had already finished reading all the books on the first and first floors.
Now he was reading on the third floor.
After all, Xu Qingnian had become enlightened and could not forget anything, so he could remember all the books after just one sweep.
As for the three teachers, they would come and wait for them every day.
The more carefully Xu Qingnian read, the more they became fond of Xu Qingnian.
Perhaps this was the eccentricity of a scholar.
Being different.
The hour of the day.
In the middle of the book building.
Xu Qingnian’s expression became a little excited.
In the past few days, he had read tens of thousands of volumes, firstly, to read and understand, secondly, to understand the world situation, but most importantly, to understand the Chinese palace in his own brain.
Now Xu Qingnian had finally found some clues.
The book he was holding was called the Holy Dwelling Note.
It was similar to the Notes on Living, recording the lives of the great saints, as well as some of the saints’ remarks.
Whether it was true or not Xu Qingnian did not know.
But it recorded the ‘Heaven and Earth Palace of Literature’, only that it was not detailed enough and mentioned briefly.
And what excited Xu Qingnian was that one thing was mentioned on it.
Disciples of the Saints.
The first generation of the Sage of Literature, the Great Sage, had seven extremely outstanding disciples under him.
But all of them died in the Age of Darkness.
These seven disciples were all half-saints, and one of them was extremely handsome and talented, and had the qualifications to become a saint.
But that era was too dark, and this disciple used his body to seal the demons and save the world.
He was a handsome and talented disciple of a saint.
These three points above except for the unparalleled talent, the other two points all fit the person of that Wen Palace ah.
Thinking of this, Xu Qingnian quickly flipped through the books, and after finding no other clues, he flipped through other books.
Two hours later.
Xu Qingnian found another partial clue.
‘Chaoge’
The name of a great disciple of a saint.
[Chao Ge, the first disciple of the Great Sage, was born when the stars trembled, the sky had immortal music, purple energy came from the east, he composed poetry at the age of three, his words were extinct at the age of five, he became famous at the age of ten, he established his will at the age of twenty, he achieved great scholarship at the age of twenty-five, and then worshipped the sage as his first disciple]
At the age of thirty, he became a half-saint, a feat unprecedented in the past, but when the world was in turmoil, the half-saint sacrificed himself to seal the demon, and future generations restored his holy image]
[This is a record from an ancient book, consulted by Wang Botong in later times]
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Very little has been recorded about the deeds of the saint’s disciples.
Through these few days of reading, Xu Qingnian also understood many things.
The so-called Age of Supreme Darkness was extremely distant, to be measured in tens of thousands of years, and it was not even entirely certain whether there was such a period of history.
The only thing that could be determined was that there were traces of great saints in the world.
But that period of history is so long ago that there are still many rumours of the Great Sage, and very few of his disciples.
In that era, it was too dark, destroying all kinds of books and almost cutting off the human race, so it makes sense that there are no dedication records.
Many of the books were written by people of later generations, so it was fine to talk about them after tea, but they were not up to par when it came to the truth.
But Xu Qingnian believed in the content of these books.
It was because the Heaven and Earth Palace of Literature in his mind happened to have seven statues, and the characteristics of the two matched extremely well.
“The Great Sage’s First Apprentice.”
“Luckily I didn’t overstep.”
“I’ve picked up a treasure this time.”
At this moment, Xu Qingnian couldn’t resist the excitement in his heart ah.
He had the help of the first Saint First Apprentice of Heaven and Earth, how could he still be afraid of a mere Fey Magic Demon Seed?
Thinking of this, Xu Qingnian could not help but put down the book in his hand.
After days of reading, he was indeed a bit tired.
Xu Qingnian took a glance at the sky outside.
It was already midday.
After several days of not eating or drinking or sleeping, she was slightly tired, but most of all she was hungry.
Walking out towards the bookstore, Xu Qingnian was in a happy mood.
Knowing the identity of the handsome man, she basically had no more worries.
She was in a good mood.
Great.
So good that Xu Qingnian couldn’t help but stretch out a big lazy back as she walked out of the book building and basked in the first rays of sunlight.
He even couldn’t help but speak.
“Heaven will not give birth to me, Xu Qingnian, and the Confucian Way is like a long night.”
Xu Qingnian’s voice was not too loud, and there was more of a confidence in his tone.
People, when they are happy, like to say something.
It was only when Xu Qingnian finished stretching his lazy back.
The next moment, he froze in place.
Because …… thousands of pairs of eyes fell on himself.
