After hearing this, Wang Qiaoer's eyelids twitched and couldn't help but say, "Do you scholars take the education of saints? Don't you advocate goodness as the basis, be kind to others, and repay grievances with kindness? Why..."

Qiu Yan shook his head, and some memories of the past appeared in his heart, but they were sentences from the book that he had read before. He said: "Reading to correct oneself can cure one's qi and nourish the heart, but it must be empty and quiet, not just seeking kindness. If you only speak kindly in your reading, you are a false person." After saying this, Qiu Yan was stunned and thoughtful.

After hearing this, Wang Qiaoer became more and more confused, but she knew that she could not refute it. Otherwise, the consequences would be terrible, so she had to bite the bullet and take out a few pieces of silver from her arms and hand it over. Then she saw Qiu Yan finally got up. He also struggled to stand up quickly, dared not say much, turned around and left, limping, staggering forward, and turned around from time to time, like a frightened bird.

But before I could walk a few steps, my stomach suddenly started to whine. Wang Qiaoer trembled all over, slightly clamped her legs, speeded up, and disappeared at the corner of the street.

Qiu Yan didn't care about him and weighed the broken silver in his hand.

"Wang Qiaoer has brought a lot of money with her, enough to buy a lot of rice and eat it for several days."

The Darui Dynasty had been established for a long time. In the past eighty years, after the four emperors, the price of the price was no longer one qian of rice dumplings when Emperor Taizong pacified the northern region, but seven qian of rice dumplings and eight qians. How many days can I eat them? This shows that Wang Qiaoer is quite rich.

At this time, Qiu Yan's aunt came from behind with a puzzled face: "Yan'er, I heard someone knocking on the door and talking again, but is someone coming?"

"It's someone who came here. A friend of mine originally owed me some money, but I just came here," Qiu Yan handed over the money in his hand. "Auntie, I have a big appetite recently and I don't like it. I think I have spent a lot of money. This amount of money is used as a supplement to the household income."

"No," my aunt refused quickly, "You should use money if you want to study."

"This money is not much, and it's a piece of silver. When you go to the study, you will inevitably be suppressed. Instead, it's better to buy meat and vegetables. Besides, I also charged a lot of money a few days ago. It's not bad for this. Please take it away. I'll go back to the house first. I haven't practiced calligraphy for a few days. I have time today, so I'm going to review it."

After finding the excuse, he forced the broken silver to his aunt. Qiu Yan quickly returned to the house. He knew that when he made an excuse to practice calligraphy, no one would disturb him.

Close the door, Qiu Yan took out a pen, ink, paper and ink from the corner and placed it on the table.

"When I was speaking just now, an article emerged in my heart, and I naturally said it to Wang Qiaoer. As soon as I said it, the soul of the living soul trembled faintly. Last night, the smoke of the Dingscent fragrance mobilized the article in my memory and could actually strengthen the living soul. There must be a mystery in it, and now I am just exploring it."

Hold your breath and calm your mind and calm your mind. Qiu Yan's body has been reading and practicing calligraphy all year round. Although his fame and fortune are not revealed, he still has the ability to nourish qi and calm your mind, and he will soon be calm in his body and mind.

After grinding the ink, he thought about it and picked up the pen and wrote the word "book" on the paper.

His handwriting is square, not arrogant, nor does it have much charm. As soon as the words are written, Qiu Yan himself felt a sense of restrained and following the rules.

This is not an illusion. He can give birth to his soul and leave his body, but he has entered the realm of sexual cultivation. His sensitivity is different from the past. Although his soul is weak and he cannot reflect too many abnormalities, he is now calm and his entire attention is focused on his wrists, pen tips, and ink marks. He can naturally feel the artistic conception in it at the first time.

"The craftsmanship is too strong. It seems that my predecessor learned characters, but he only learned shape, without charm and artistic conception. But I can only feel it. If I really want to write, it is at this level."

This thought changed in my heart, and Qiu Yan's mind returned to the words on the paper. As soon as he was writing, he was fully focused, trying to find clues to the growth of the soul, but he did not gain any gains, and there was no movement in the soul.

A slight frown was slightly, and a sudden flash of inspiration.

"The tremor of the soul before was caused by emotions. Memories from the heart emerged. Combined with the scene when the Dingshen Xiang, should we use the messages in our memory to infect the soul and mobilize emotions to work? Since that's the case..."

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan calmed down again.

"Try to find something to mobilize the memories and emotions in your heart. Well, since I learned about General Na Lang just now, you might as well give it a try."

Just now, Wang Qiaoer came to extort and threatened her, but Qiu Yan instead gave her some information from the other party, gradually affirming her previous guess.

"A monster slaughtering village can be covered up, which proves that the monster forces have certain energy in human society, and even hiding among the crowd and standing in a high position. When I left the Fengyuan Mountain, I killed many evil spirits in one fell swoop. With the nature of beasts, I must try my best to avenge my revenge and find my traces. In this way..."

He raised his hand to change a piece of paper, picked up the pen again, and landed it on the paper, the pen was done in one go-ahead-

Will!

This word is horizontal and vertical, or square, but not as reserved as before, but instead reveals a sense of urgency and crisis.

Flash.

A faint light flashed in Qiu Yan's eyes, but he didn't care, frowned, and whispered softly: "It's urgent to chase after you!"

Before he finished speaking, the tip of the stroke was moving, and three words were added to the sides of the word "阿".

For a moment, four words appeared on the paper—

The way to control the general.

The three new words are still square, but they reveal a sense of exploration and exploration, as if the Dazai in the court and the master in the text are exploring the best way to govern the world and finding strategies to settle the country.

"The way to control and tame a general should be..."

As he muttered softly, Qiu Yan emitted a strange aura all over his body, and his whole body was faintly separated from the room. The light flashed in his eyes, making it brighter and brighter, as if there were two stars hidden.

While the thoughts were turning, his wrist also turned, and after the four words, another sentence was added-

Care about getting the handle.

This sentence is tough and firm. Once it falls on the paper, the ink marks penetrate the paper and stain it on the table.

The way to control the general is to care about getting the handle.

This is a sentence in the ancient book Tongjian, which means that the key and method of controlling generals is to master the authority of rewards and punishments.

This is an aphorism to warn the emperor and the monarch. At this moment, Qiu Yan followed his mind and wrote it out in a flash.

Just as the sentence was completed, his body shook slightly, his eyes shone brightly, and a faint light shone out from the sky spirit above his head, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Qiu Yanben's slightly pale face was turned and rosy at this time, and his whole body's spirit improved significantly, and he looked energetic.

"As expected, mobilizing the sages in memory can really nourish the soul and strengthen the soul!"

He took a deep breath, raised his right index finger with his pen, and joy appeared between his eyebrows.

PS: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
Chapter completed!