Xu Xian continued to immerse himself in his own world and did not notice Boss Sun's shocked expression. His movements of splashing ink were unrestrained, as if he had integrated into the laws of heaven and earth.
Another day passed like this. It was not until the evening that Xu Xian realized that he had unknowingly copied a whole day's worth of books. He was secretly proud that he had indeed gained the ability to remember everything he saw.
Xu Xian stretched his body and seemed to be more energetic. He didn't look like he had been copying books for an entire day. Xu Xian looked at his results with satisfaction.
There were already five books that he had just copied on the desk. He calculated in his heart that it was exactly ten copper coins. He would finally have dinner tonight. He then put away the desk and headed to the front hall.
Xu Xian held the book in his arms and approached Sun Cheng. The latter looked at the book in Xu Xian's hand in horror and asked in surprise,""You really copied five books in a day?”
Seeing Sun Cheng's suspicious gaze, Xu Xian did not dare to be careless. He quickly opened the book and said,""Mr. Sun, please check carefully. This kid definitely doesn't dare to slack off.”
Sun Cheng pretended to take a few glances. Actually, he couldn't be blamed for this. He had copied five books in a day. This speed was probably a little shocking.
Xu Xian didn't complain. He was counting on this to get through this crisis, so he didn't dare to lie.
Sun Cheng didn't find anything wrong with the book. On the contrary, Xu Xian's copy of the book was not altered at all. The handwriting was elegant, and it was completely good calligraphy.
Sun Cheng handed Xu Xian 10 copper coins with ease. Seeing Xu Xian's excited expression, Sun Cheng couldn't help but ask,""Did you comprehend the literary qi?"
"Wenqi? What was Wen Qi? Was it like a swordsman's internal cultivation method?”Xu Xian was playing with a copper coin with his head lowered.
"Maybe I'm thinking too much. In short, you must study hard when you go back. I think you'll definitely become great in the future!”Sun Cheng took a deep breath.
Xu Xian didn't know why Sun Cheng was suddenly so optimistic about him, so he took it as a joke and left after saying goodbye. Xu Xian planned to go shopping while the sun was still shining.
Looking at Xu Xian's confused back, Sun Cheng couldn't help but feel envious. He wasn't a hothead like Xu Xian, so he naturally knew the terror of being cultured.
In the Great Song, once one had comprehended the literary spirit, they would be a first-class figure. Moreover, Xu Xian was a young Confucian scholar who might even reach the Great Confucian realm in the future. Even in the Great Song, he was one of the few figures who could be counted on one hand.
Sun Cheng sighed. He had been fumbling for many years, burning incense, bathing, and reading the books of sages every day, but in the end, he still could not touch the threshold of literature. Looking at Xu Xian's young appearance, he could not help but feel a little sad.
Shaking his head and throwing these thoughts to the back of his mind, Sun Cheng put away the five books in front of the stage for future sales.
"Eh?"
Sun Cheng inadvertently discovered something strange. Why was this book heavier than usual? Sun Cheng couldn't help but think of the legend of a word weighing a thousand pounds. Could it be that Xu Xian's words also had some weight?
Unable to suppress the doubts in his heart, Sun Cheng found a few more books and weighed them. Sure enough, the books copied by Xu Xian weighed at least five to six pounds.
Sun Cheng felt the weight in his hand, and his thick eyebrows twitched wildly. He wondered if he was too stingy. If Xu Xian came again tomorrow, he would at least ask for three copper coins for a book.
By the way, my arrogant aunt is not married yet. Can she take the opportunity to climb up the high branch of Xu Xian? The thoughts in his heart were out of control.
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Just as Sun Cheng's heart was in turmoil, Xu Xian was in high spirits. He had the momentum of a serf who had just turned over a new leaf and wanted to roar a few times.
Xu Xian walked unyieldingly with the copper coins in his arms. He didn't care about other people's gazes on the way. He went straight to the rice shops and stalls in the East City and spent five copper coins to buy some food. Then, he went back to his kennel.
In less than an hour, Xu Xian strolled back to his own residence. Although the door had been chopped into pieces by himself, no thief would be interested in a poor scholar like Xu Xian.
When he passed by Su Qiao's house, he saw that the door was tightly shut. Xu Xian could not help but frown. He had just passed by the place where the mother and daughter set up their stall, but he could not see anyone.
However, Xu Xian listened carefully to the sounds in the courtyard, as if nothing could escape his ears.
"Oh, so he's at home!" Xu Xian muttered.
Xu Xian didn't notice that his hearing had become much better, but he thought that Su Qiao's voice was a little loud, so he staggered back to the courtyard.
She had wanted to pay for the buns today, but she didn't expect the mother and daughter to close the door. It seemed that Su Qiao didn't want to talk to anyone, so she closed the door early.
Xu Xian was not in a hurry. Anyway, he could not run away from his neighbors. He thought that he would send it over tomorrow. He could not leave the impression that he did not pay back on credit.
Xu Xian thought happily as he fiddled with the food for dinner. Fortunately, as a promising young man in the new era, it was easy for him to cook.
The ancients didn't have any entertainment activities at night. The sun had just set when it fell silent. In the small county town of Qiantang County, only sparse lights were left.
Xu Xian lay on the bed after eating and drinking to his heart's content. His eyes were wide open like a rabbit's. It was probably only six or seven o'clock at night in the future. How could Xu Xian sleep?
As the saying goes, when one is full and warm, one will desire lust. After Xu Xian solved the problem of food and clothing, he naturally missed his beloved computer and mobile phone. He did not know if he would have the chance to go back.
Xu Xian was frustrated. He glanced at the table beside him. The only valuable thing Xu Xian left behind in this world was probably the Four Treasures of the Study.
Although they were the Four Treasures of the Study, Xu Xian felt awkward holding them in his hands. He thought to himself that they weren't as useful as the ones in Boss Sun's shop. It seemed that they were just useful.
Thinking of the feeling of being bathed in the spring breeze during the day, Xu Xian actually felt that copying books was a wonderful thing. It was much better than what he was doing now.
Xu Xian moved his desk, pen, and paper to the yard, intending to write something to pass the time. Fortunately, the moonlight was still shining brightly tonight, and the night in the yard was as bright as day.
Xu Xian laid out the remaining white paper. Although it was not as smooth as rice paper, it was still enough to brush. Xu Xian was bored and did not care about these things.
Xu Xian raised his brush and stood there, thinking hard about what to write. He had wanted to check the books he had memorized during the day, but he felt that it was not difficult for him to memorize them.
Xu Xian had a flash of inspiration. He waved his long sleeve and saw the words written on the paper covered in moonlight:
When will the bright moon appear? I ask the blue sky with wine.
I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky.
That's right. The poem that Xu Xian was writing was the masterpiece of Su Shi, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties. Xu Xian had always regarded it as a treasure and often used it to practice calligraphy.
However, Xu Xian felt that he was very different today. If there were others around, they would definitely exclaim. At this time, the top of Xu Xian's head had already burst out with literary Qi. More than an inch of literary Qi was shining in the dark night.
Xu Xian enjoyed this comfortable feeling very much and continued to write quickly.
I want to ride the wind and go back,
I am also afraid of the beautiful towers and jade palaces,
It's lonely at the top.
Xu Xian looked like a lamp under the moonlight. The literary Qi above his head suddenly rose to four inches. Ordinary people could not write a poem with a four-inch literary Qi in their lifetime, but Xu Xian had reached it in just half a month.
Xu Xian still didn't notice anything unusual. He just felt that the pen in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, as if there was some law in the world stopping him. Xu Xian gritted his teeth and continued to splash ink.
Dancing, I clear my shadow,
How can it be like in the human world?
Turn to the vermilion pavilion, low Qi door, light sleepless.
There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye to the round?
People have joys and sorrows, separation and reunion,
The moon has its ups and downs,
This is something difficult to preserve since ancient times.
As soon as he said this, Xu Xian was already sweating profusely. The brush and ink in his hand could not move an inch, but his trembling arm did not stop.
The shabby desk was shaking, as if the white paper on the desk weighed a thousand pounds. The creaking sound was especially ear-piercing.
Xu Xian didn't notice that a strong wind had already started to blow around him. The entire county's culture was like a demon, crazily surging towards this remote courtyard.
The four-inch-tall Qi above his head was like a seedling bathed in rain. It began to show its brilliance and in the blink of an eye, it had risen to a height of more than five inches.
Xu Xian's veins bulged on his forehead. His thin figure was suffering from great pain.
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