"No wonder it is liked by so many people. Even a poor man can't help but think about it after reading this beautiful text."

"The author of this book is simply amazing!"

Having experienced everything in later generations, and even during this journey of cultivation, Wei Yi has seen a lot.

Let’s not talk about the orthodox yin and yang intercourse.

He has also seen a lot of those who are biased and perverted.

Anyway, it is rarely possible to move the heartstrings.

But this book is different, it is that kind of... that kind of very special kind.

Every word he writes is very elegant, and every word seems to describe something other than the kind of bedclothes.

However, once you combine them all, it will give people a very strange feeling.

It's just the middle ground between driving and being invisible.

Sometimes the wheel might even hit your head and run you over three or five times, but you wouldn't even know he was driving.

So, it was a surprise to read this book.

Sometimes when several young people read it, they don't know it, but they discuss it with each other, oh my god, why are there so many easter eggs.

It turns out this is what this sentence means.

It turns out that it can still be explained this way.

It turns out you can still play like this.

Learned ~ Learned ~

Even Wei Yi, who was known to be knowledgeable and well-informed, was sometimes run over several times by the drum wheel and could not react.

Picking up the wine glass on the table, Wei Yi took a sip of the wine and then said:

"This is really interesting."

"Everything is really trendy in the capital today."

"Pin Tao felt itchy after reading it. In two days, Pindao will also get a book to try. I guess they have never seen the crooked-mouthed Dragon King or anything like that."

"If you add some adventures like jumping off a cliff, thirty years to the east of Hedong, thirty years to west of Hexi, etc., wouldn't it be immediately popular?"

When he thought of this, Wei Yi's expression became a little strange:

"If this is the case, Pindao can be regarded as a copycat, right?"

But when I think about it, this can be regarded as bringing advanced culture here.

Besides, I don’t care about money.

If the book he writes really becomes a hit, the money he makes may be able to save the lives of many people.

After all, there will always be poor people in this world, so this can be considered a merit.

When he thought of this, Wei Yi couldn't help but smile. This could be regarded as a tribute to the old author.

Put down the book in your hand.

Wei Yi sat up, then put down a few taels of broken silver, and slowly left towards the distance.

That direction is exactly the direction of the Imperial Academy in Kyoto.

And just after he left, the waiter at the side also came over and started to clear away the dishes on the table.

He first picked up the silver coins on the table.

After all, this thing is the real thing that makes people eat.

But after putting away the money, he noticed that there was a very beautiful book on the table:

"Eh? Why is there a book here?"

After picking it up and looking at it carefully, the waiter in the shop became excited:

"Ah, isn't this a hardcover book that combines the novels serialized in the newspaper?"

"I remember that the shopkeeper had a copy in his hand, and he attached great importance to it and didn't even read it."

"But why is your guest left here?"

Looking around, the waiter didn't seem to notice the figure sitting just now. Then, he put the book on his chest:

"If the guest officer comes back to look for it, I will return this book to him. If no one comes after a long time, then this book will be mine."

"It is said that this book alone is worth ten taels of silver, which is a huge profit!"

After saying that, the waiter took the money to settle the bill, and he put the dishes and plates on the table into the kitchen.

Everything seems to be imperfect.

the other side.

After walking out of this street, Wei Yi easily arrived at the main entrance of the Imperial College.

Looking forward, the appearance of the entire Imperial College was displayed in front of Wei Yi:

"This academy is really huge."

"I'm afraid only some garden buildings in the south can really compare, right?"

What is mentioned here is definitely not the real area ratio, but can be compared to a general direction comparison.

After all, as we all know, garden architecture is all about shrinking huge things into small ones and then gathering them together.

But this Imperial College contains all the scenery.

There are eighteen Imperial Colleges in the Imperial Palace alone on the top of the mountain. You can imagine how huge it is.

And right at the entrance of the academy, he would have one or two scholars walking among them from time to time.

"Brother Zhang, you are here~"

"Brother Li, you're here too~"

"Oops, I'm late~"

"..."

Among them, scholars and talented people were walking around the academy in groups of three to five, and in twos and twos. They seemed to have a scholarly spirit and were scolding Fang Qiu.

Step through the door.

Just inside the gate, you can see a few small buildings hidden in the mountains and forests from time to time.

It seems like picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence.

There are no magnificent palaces here, nor are there any very large schools gathered together.

There were only huts one after another, and ordinary land surrounded by fences.

Some fields are planted with chrysanthemums, others with peonies, and even worse, some people are planting some vegetables in them.

There are all kinds of people with extraordinary personalities.

It's obvious that the owners of these cabins each have their own personalities, otherwise they wouldn't play like this.

Wei Yi is still moving forward step by step.

At a certain moment, he seemed to see what the real school in the Imperial College looked like.

The school here is not a collection of classics and history in a room, but a real combination with practice.

In a bamboo forest.

I saw only a dozen students under the guidance of the Master, traveling in the mountains and forests, writing poems and studying, and some were even playing with the long swords on their waists.

Although it is not possible to have all the rituals, music, archery, and calligraphy, there are absolutely no weaklings among the literati and scholars here.

The opposite of.

Although each of these scholars seems to be weak, each one of them has very strong energy and blood.

If you put them in armor, hold swords and guns, and even on the battlefield, you would not think of them as ordinary scholars, but as veterans of countless battles.

Obviously, this is the real school of Confucianism and Taoism, and what is cultivated here is the real Confucian students!

He can reason with you while sitting down, but if you really stand up, raise your fists, and pick up a knife or a gun, you can still calmly talk to him about "reason".

Suddenly, just when Wei Yi was about to walk through this bamboo forest, the old gentleman who had been teaching many students suddenly opened his mouth and said to the distance:

"Taoist Master, please stay~"

Hearing this, Wei Yi, who had never paid much attention, suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, slight ripples appeared from the air, and a Taoist seemed to walk out of the void and slowly walked into the bamboo forest.
Chapter completed!