"No matter how slim the hope is, it's still worth a try."
Qishan said firmly with a firm gaze.
Although the disadvantages of Luan Gongyi's way of being a scribe are obvious, his advantages are so great that these disadvantages can be ignored. The way of the scribes has not yet been perfected. In theory, he can copy all the unfinished ways of the scribes in the world, and he can fill in any gaps.
What if the way of the scribe is perfected?
A literati scholar with a perfect way of being a scribe can influence the outcome of a war and the rise or fall of a country if used properly. Luan Zhengyi can be any one of them, which is equivalent to a perfect way of being a literati in the world. All the literati and scribes were in charge of the Lord's account.
Who can resist such temptation?
At least the Lord cannot resist.
Even if he tries to sell things, he still has to help Luan Xin achieve consummation.
The mentally retarded younger brother put down the bowl slowly, with a sense of elegance in his slowness, as if what he drank was not a bowl of cold water, but a rare and collected wine. After he swallowed his last mouthful, he said: "Don't worry, let's first listen to the conditions for the perfection of the way of the scribes."
After listening, I promised to pray for good deeds to get rid of my thoughts.
He slowly stretched out two fingers and said helplessly: "There are two ways to become a perfect scribe. Just choose one of the two."
Completing either one can advance to the realm of perfection.
“Two?”
The old man suddenly called out.
“Is there still a choice for this thing?”
His attack shocked the unprepared girl, while the mentally retarded brother seemed to be as stable as a mountain, but in fact he did not react. The old man was not surprised by this, and focused on the conditions mentioned by the mentally retarded brother. As far as he knows, the conditions for the perfection of the scholar's path are different for everyone, and there is only one choice. If the conditions are met, you will be promoted on the spot and become a true first-class celebrity, and you will be eligible to be written down in the history books. If you fail to meet the requirements, you will be stuck in a position of neither advancement nor inferiority for the rest of your life.
Throughout history, how many geniuses have been stuck on this threshold and regretted it for the rest of their lives? There is effort and reward, and the more stringent the conditions for success in the scribe's way, the stronger one will become after promotion. It is unheard of to choose any of the two conditions for perfection.
How difficult does it have to be?
Looking at Luan Zhengyi's reaction, it is estimated that there are only huge difficulties and even more difficult ones.
The mentally retarded brother showed a wry smile.
"Some choices don't even require your own efforts."
"How to put it?"
"First, make good use of the ninety-nine perfected scribes' ways" Luan Xin also said Before he finished speaking, he started to sigh. [By analogy] It’s really not something simple. Whether half of the Way of the Scholars can be collected in a hundred years is a question. This condition is "win by quantity", and the next condition is "win by quality". "Second, collect nine perfect Ways of the Scholars."
For a rare moment of tacit understanding, the old man and the girl looked at each other.
“Isn’t the ultimate perfection?”
"It's literally the same, but in fact there is a difference. Perfection is not another state, but refers to the complete control of the way of a perfect scribe. The gap may be bigger than perfection and incompleteness." Luan Xin slowly added the next sentence. , "This is the case with the man from the Eternal Life Sect. I was just about to use his scribe's way for my own purposes, but he accidentally noticed it, causing a backlash."
Luan Xin said, and the man's image appeared in front of his eyes. Eye.
What a pair of terrifying eyes that are.
Seems to be able to see through everything.
I locked myself in one glance.
Luan Xin failed to dodge without realizing it for a moment, and was hit by the man's aura. Danfu Wen's heart was so painful that it almost burst into pieces, and the meridians of his limbs and bones seemed to be cracked with countless holes. In addition to Dan Mansion, his head was hurting so much that he almost pretended to be stupid and became really stupid.
Now that I think about it, I feel scared.
The old man's mouth twitched, showing infinite sympathy for Luan Xin. Just as Luan Xin laughed at himself, it is true that he does not need to work hard on his own, but he might as well work hard on his own. The initiative for the latter is still in his hands. Expecting others to work hard is enough for you.
Ninety-nine ways to become a perfect scribe?
Nine ways to become a perfect scribe?
Listen, can this be done by everyone?
It’s simply a malicious attempt to make things difficult.
"It is God's mercy that he was not allowed to meet two conditions at the same time to achieve perfection. The righteous scribe's way is indeed too special, and it is expected that the restrictions will be greater." That is what the girl said, but the girl His brows are so wrinkled that they can pinch him to death A few flies, "Nine Perfection..." It's difficult. The Thief Star has been in the world for more than two hundred years. It's a question whether the dead and alive can make up nine. However, there is some hope for the ninety-nine perfect scribes. ”
There is hope, but not much.
Having a very strong intelligence network is not enough, you also need to be lucky enough to explode - the way of the scribe is the most important trump card of the literary scribe. He will not reveal it to others easily, and he can hide everything Hidden. In this case, it is not easy to find someone.
He said: "I will pay more attention to you."
This matter does require his help.
The Society of Gods is an elite organization that recruits heroes from all over the world. The members who are eligible to be recruited are either powerful and noble people, or they are talented people. It was equivalent to helping Luan Zhengyi initially screen out the target group, without him running around like a headless fly. In addition to the Gods Association, Qishan’s enemies and friends can also be added to the list and try one by one.
Qin Li, He Shu, Jiang Sheng...
Which scribe's way is not perfect?
At the same time, you must also inspire your colleagues around you.
You have little literary luck, weak strength, and unsatisfactory ways of being a scholar. Sometimes you have to look for your own reasons. Are you all satisfied with your little bit of literary luck? Ask yourself why literary fortunes have not increased for many years! Is it because you think that as a founding veteran and important minister, you can sit back and relax? It is so difficult for Kang at home and abroad, so everyone should pursue the state of perfection!
If everyone is perfect, then I am not perfect, is that true? How could he have the nerve to hold a high position and enjoy the high salaries of Kangguo’s officials? roll! Roll them all up! Strive to build a powerful empire that perfects the way of scribes and spreads all over the world, so that you can live up to the kindness of the king!
The girl's mind was spinning.
It took only a moment to arrange KPIs for all my colleagues!
At the same time, he also prepared some arguments to persuade the Lord to cooperate.
Luan Xin rushed to Qishan and gave him a deep salute: "Thank you very much."
Although Qishan only said it in an understatement, its weight was much heavier. The old man's teeth were sore when he saw it, and he was so jealous that he felt sour bubbles in his heart. Some people were tricked to death by Qi Yuanliang, but some people were able to be held in the palm of their hands. It was really like people with different fates.
I'm afraid Wu Xian himself didn't expect that the strange person he spent so much effort to recruit would invisibly make Luan Xin's wedding dress... Emmm, the fragments of the wedding dress. Luan Xin's backlash wasn't serious, and he could get better with a little rest. It's just a pity that the old scholar's way of the Yongsheng Sect failed to succeed...
Qi Shan didn't dare to let Luan Xin try again.
After the last time, the other party should be wary.
Luan Xin may become a fool if he is caught again.
The mentally retarded younger brother said: "No, I've already got it."
Copying other people's scribe's ways, except for the risk of being caught by the other party in close contact at the beginning, as long as you maintain a certain Just the range. It's just that this time the situation is special and it will take longer than before, and his burden will increase accordingly.
The girl and the old man: "..."
Totally visible.
The questions Luan Xin answered have been over for a long time.
During this period, He Shu learned that his mentally retarded brother had regained consciousness and made a special trip to take a look. At that time, the girl was wiping her tears and almost died of crying. People who didn't know it thought she was dead. He Shu, together with the military doctor he invited, examined his mentally retarded brother, and the conclusions he drew were not optimistic. To put it harshly, this man's head is completely damaged, and no one with current medical skills can cure him.
The girl collapsed on the ground in despair.
The little face turned pale: "Is there really no room for salvation?"
The military doctor shook his head, and the girl screamed in pain and fainted.
The camp was in a panic.
The old man was also shaky, closing his eyes and kicking his legs.
This is great, all three of them are lying down.
He Shu: "..." The military doctor told him privately: "The three of them are exhausted, severely depleted, and their hearts are fragile. They may die soon. Even if they are suspended with strong medicine, it will be difficult to save them. . What do you mean?”
Just three refugees picked up halfway.
Why waste precious medicinal materials and energy on rescue?
Even if he is saved, it will be in vain and will be wasted.
It would be better to ignore it and let it fend for itself.
No one would criticize him for this. His nosy meddling would only cause embarrassment and earn him ridicule from his colleagues. He Shu was silent for a while after hearing the words, but what came to his mind was the girl's face. He sighed: "Do your best, obey destiny, and use it as it should."
The implication is to save.
Grandpa and grandson can live as long as they want.
The military doctor had no choice but to agree, but some precious medicinal materials could not be mobilized at will and needed to be consulted at all levels. This matter inevitably reached Wu Xian's ears. In fact, Wu Xian was busy making plans to resist Shen Tang. He didn't care about such trivial matters. Compared with He Shu, the medicinal materials he was going to take were not worth mentioning at all. But I couldn't resist the fact that some people didn't like He Shu, so how could he let go of the opportunity to be weird?
Wu Xian smiled to smooth things over.
"If you don't do good things, you can't bear the suffering of the common people."
It's just a medicinal material of good vintage, why bother to let it go?
The other party just laughed when he heard this: "Don't you have a good heart? Which kind person in the world would kill his own brother and take away his sister-in-law? To say that he is just seeking fame and reputation and losing his conscience is an insult. Hum, Why are you pretending to be a good person when you come to rescue three refugees at this time?”
As soon as these words came out, the camp was silent.
The atmosphere in the tent was tense and on the verge of breaking out. Everyone seemed to be watching He Shu's reaction with their eyes, nose and nose, but in fact they were secretly paying attention to He Shu's reaction.
He Shu just didn't say a word.
Obviously he doesn’t want to pay attention.
The man felt disgusted that He Shu's reaction was not as good as expected, so he took advantage of the victory and pursued the victory: "He Shuzuo, who else do you want to deceive with this appearance?"
"This is where the Lord and the officials are discussing matters. The land is not your inner house. He Shu's expression was a little cold, and his voice softened, "The inner story of the He family's affairs is not for an outsider to maliciously speculate or make up."
The other party laughed: "Fabrication?"< br>
He asked again: "Which sentence is a fabrication?"
Everyone in the tent continued to be quiet.
He Shu's wife has lived in the inner house for a long time and rarely appears in the outside world, but it does not mean that no one has seen her, and naturally there are people who know about it.
At this time, Wu Xian lowered his face and interrupted the argument.
Some time ago, there were as many memorials as snowflakes in the imperial censor's desk, and only these two things were mentioned. Wu Xian also heard about it, but there were so many shady and chaotic things in this world, so he didn't care. Don't look at the talented people in the civil and military affairs of the entire dynasty. If they really want to overturn the situation, no one will see the light of day.
There are countless people with dirty butts.
Wu Xian exited, temporarily settling the conflict.
After the whole meeting, He Shu seemed absent-minded.
"How about leaving it to us all the way?"
Wu Xian's words called back his attention.
He Shu cupped his hands and agreed: "Wei."
Wu Xiandao: "In this battle, I want to win, not survive! If we win, the continuation of Gaoguo's foundation is all due to the credit of all the kings. If we lose, Wu will go to hell first. , wait in Huangquan for twenty or thirty years, and fight again!”
Everyone said in unison: “We must do our best!”
Everyone can see it——
< br>This is a battle to determine survival!
Everyone here is from a wealthy family, and a few have climbed up from the bottom. Over the years, they have married with others to consolidate their relationships and status. It's not like they haven't heard of Shen Youli's deeds in running Kang State over the years, but they know better what happened to the aristocratic families in Kang State. One after another, they were suppressed and lost their former glory. If Gao Guo loses, this will be a lesson learned from the past!
If the country perishes, it will not only perish the Gao Kingdom, but also the future and continuation of their family. Naturally, we have to work hard in this battle!
They are not fighting for Wu Xian.
Fight for yourself.
We are fighting for our family and our future.
As the army began to prepare intensively for war, Luan Xin's scribe's ways were almost copied. In this case, he also started Gu Chi's way of being a scribe and monitoring the voices of the people. The result of this approach was that he looked even dumber and dumber. The military doctor shook his head while diagnosing his pulse, and sighed: "We can prepare for the funeral."
The so-called funeral means preparing a straw mat, wrapping it, and burying him.
Fortunately, Gaoguo is not short of food.
Otherwise his destination would not be in the soil but in a pot.
More than two hours later, Luan Gongyi turned off Gu Chi's way of being a scribe, and suddenly accelerated from a snail to the level of an eighty-year-old woman. Luan Gongyi secretly wrote down the intelligence about Gao Guo's war that he overheard, and asked the girl who was pretending to be sick: "How is He Shu?"
The girl said: "It's pretty good."
Except for the endless hours of talking to each other all day long.
"There are rumors that he killed He Xin and robbed his sister-in-law."
Girl: "..."
Isn't this rumor too outrageous?
He would rather believe that He Shu could commit suicide than believe in the congratulatory letter.
And——
“He Xin is dead?”
Luan Xin told the girl the news he heard: “He Xin is really going to die. The information received by the branch is Who? A ghost?"
He was also planning to congratulate him with a letter of congratulations.
Luan Xin said: "It seems that many of the rumors are distorted."
Girl: "..."
This is not considered distortion but just a rumor.
After a long time, a voice came from the air.
“The message has been sent.”
The girl covered her startled heart: "Cui Shanxiao, can't you make some noise before you speak and make preparations?"
He really couldn't notice Cui Shanxiao's existence.
This guy wanted to go around and rub his neck. He probably wouldn't know he had been infected until he saw blood. If the way of the scribes were perfect, I don’t know how insidious it would be. Cui Xiao sneered: "Make some noise? Do you want me to play gongs and drums for you, and beat the drums to make gold?"
At the same time, a blue bird landed quietly on the ground.
Stretch out your claws to block Shen Tang’s path.
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As a Zhejiang native, it seems that I haven’t swam to the West Lake yet. I looked at the high-speed train and it was just three hours away. I wonder if there is anything interesting...