My wife is a sword god.

Chapter 175

For the rest of the journey, Qin Feng remained silent.

Lan Ningshuang sensed his emotional changes, and said with concern: "Don't worry about what that person said, reading is naturally useful.

You must know that the reason why the Daqian Dynasty can gain a foothold in the world is due to the Tianjian Guoshi in Fengtian City.

And that old man is the sage orthodoxy of practice. "

Qin Feng sighed leisurely: "How many scholars can reach the realm of Tianjian Guoshi?"

Lan Ningshuang was at a loss for words, not knowing how to answer.

Qin Feng said again: "Practicing the divine martial arts and literary sages and orthodoxy requires a lot of time and money.

Ningshuang, let me ask you, if ordinary people have such conditions and let them choose, which way will they let their children go? "

"Of course it is." Lan Ningshuang's words came to her mouth, and she swallowed them back.

"Don't think too much, it must be the martial arts.

I used to think that it was a matter of advocating martial arts and despising literature, which led to roughness and coughing, which led to the prevalence of martial arts in the world, and there were few literary saints.

But now that I think about it, I was still too naive back then.

Not everyone has enough talent and resources to hit the high-level realm, and under the premise of limited ability, practicing martial arts seems to be the only way out for ordinary people. "

"In this world, the rampant situation of demons and ghosts is always a knife hanging over the heads of many people.

So what can reading do, show off your ambitions, and govern one side?
Even though this is no problem, it is only for those rich and powerful families.

Nowadays, how many people who are officials in various places come from poor families?

Not to mention picking one out of ten, I'm afraid there may not be one out of a hundred or a thousand.

Ningshuang, do you know why? "

Lan Ningshuang shook her head.

"Because for ordinary people, nothing is more important than being alive.

And wanting to live well by reading is undoubtedly a bit wishful thinking.

But if you learn the Taoism of Shenwu and become a martial artist, even if you can't join the demon slayer or the army, you can still make a living by hunting.

At the very least, they can run faster than ordinary people when they encounter danger. "

What my uncle said was just like what that honest middle-aged man said earlier. Lan Ningshuang thought so.

"Of course, in addition to this, there is another more realistic reason - that is, there is no way to study." Qin Feng breathed out lightly.

"No way to study?" Lan Ningshuang was puzzled.

"Heh, just like the Taoism of the gods and martial arts, there are countless families of major martial arts sects, but the martial arts skills that have been passed down are extremely rare. The reason is that I cherish myself.

And this is especially evident in scholars.

Ningshuang, have you ever wondered why the masters of literary sages and Taoists are only in the Haowen Academy in Fengtian City? "

Lan Ningshuang thought for a moment, then shook her head again, how could she know about Wen Sheng through her martial arts orthodoxy.

However, after careful recollection, it is indeed found that, except for the imperial capital Fengtian City, there are basically no traces of Wensheng Daotong in the rest of the city.

"Dad and mother once collected thousands of volumes of books for me, trying to help me step into the realm of the ninth grade of literary sage, but after more than ten years of reading, there is no result.

The reason is that there are very few books on the world that record the saints.

If it wasn't for a coincidence that I memorized thousands of volumes of books, I am afraid that I would never be able to step into the ninth grade of Wensheng in my whole life.

Shenwu Daotong is an aristocratic family of various sects, which treasures martial arts moves and does not want to pass them on to the outside world.

This literary sage ordharma, but even the method of practice has to be explored by oneself.

As for ordinary people's scholars, what can they get at the end of reading?
Not to mention stepping into the orthodoxy of Wen Sheng, I am afraid that it will be difficult for them to even obtain the qualifications to display their ambitions in court. "

After all, there is no imperial examination system in Daqian, and it is as difficult as heaven for a poor family to enter the court as an official!
"And those scholars who are lucky enough to step into the literary and holy way are not able to break out of the world.

Brother Ya'an, who has been to the mansion, told me that if a scholar wants to step into a high-quality realm, he must rely on power.

Or become an official in the court, or become a staff officer in the army, but such an opportunity is not within reach for ordinary people. "

Qin Feng smiled helplessly, and let out a heavy breath: "This is what I mean by nowhere to study."

Lan Ningshuang said solemnly: "I only heard my uncle say these words.

But if this is the case, why did the dynasty sit idly by? "

Qin Feng shook his head, he also didn't know about this.

Perhaps this kind of world is just like the period when the great dynasties fought in all directions, and it was the right way to protect one side of the soil with force from the hands of demons and ghosts.

Or maybe it is easier to manage the uncivilized and foolish people who lack their own ideas?
So in such a world, what results can reading have?
What can readers do?
Qin Feng fell into confusion and deep thought.

After all, there are too few scholars who have climbed to the top like Tianjian Guoshi.

But more are ordinary people who expect to survive in troubled times.

If one day, Wen Sheng's practice will spread all over the world.

What if one day, Fengtian Chenghao Academy of Literature is no longer the only place to study literature?
Can this situation change?
While thinking this way, I heard that Yuxuan had arrived.
The Baili old man lying on the rattan chair glanced at Qin Feng, and asked curiously: "What's wrong? Boy, look at your expression, something is not right?
Could it be that the lady at home found out about sneaking around the brothel? "

When Lan Ningshuang heard the words, she suddenly became vigilant, but she thought about it carefully, when she went out, she would always guard her son-in-law, and her son-in-law didn't have such a chance at all.
This bad old man talks nonsense, and he is really bad.

There was a trace of displeasure in Lan Ningshuang's eyes.

Qin Feng turned a deaf ear and stepped into Ting Yuxuan.

Cang Feilan in the attic heard the commotion, and when she saw the visitor, she was about to say hello, but she handed a candied haws to her face.

Then there was the pensive Qin Feng, who strolled up to the fifth floor bookstore.

"What's wrong with him?" Cang Feilan muttered to herself, then glanced at the candied haws in her hand, and there was a sweet smile on her brow.

Time passed, and it was evening.

As the pages of the book in Qin Feng's hands were closed, the last trace of literary spirit finally filled the ninth step in the sea of ​​gods!
The dazzling white light lit up, and Qin Feng's consciousness was pulled into the sea of ​​gods.

Following the dark guidance, he slowly climbed up the steps, and finally stood in front of a white jade-like stone platform.

"This is the questioning platform?" Qin Feng looked curious.

After the words fell, the pattern of light flowed on the questioning platform, like the surface of water with ripples.

A white figure slowly appeared, and the face could not be seen clearly, and a voice came out from slightly parted lips: "What kind of person are you?"

Is this the questioning test?

Qin Feng stared wide-eyed, then began to frown and think.

The words of the ancient sages that I read in the previous life flashed through my mind one by one.

He only needs to copy a few sentences casually, and he can establish a tall and stalwart image.

But what's the point?

There is no one else here, and there is no one to pretend to be
Strange to say, it was the first time for him to think seriously about this issue.

He recalled all kinds of things after traveling to this world. Apart from increasing the GDP of Jinyang City, he didn't seem to have done any amazing things?

He thought of Senior Li, that resolute back view to protect one side, but not everyone can be a hero.

He likes beautiful women, likes yellow and white things, and sometimes he will get hotheaded and do some righteous things.

But most of the time, his choices are just like those of many people who are wise and safe.
He smiled lightly: "It turns out that I'm just a common man who is greedy for money and lustful. It's good if I can be upright and have a clear conscience."

Xubai's figure swayed slightly, and asked again: "What do you think scholars should do?"

"What should a reader do?
Heh, what can this worldly scholar do?
If it weren't for my limited physical talent, I would still give up literature and pursue martial arts. "Qin Feng scoffed.

High-quality literati and sages only exist in the Imperial Capital Hao Wenyuan.

Those who ask questions with medical skills, heal the sick and save lives, but they are regarded as inferior, who stipulates it?

Is it possible that only those who are close to power in the court can practice the literary orthodoxy?

There are warriors everywhere, saving people from danger.

What about those high-ranking scholars in Haowen Academy?

How many people have seen their figures and received their favor?

He thought of the stall owner's behavior of stopping the young man from writing. What's the use of reading and writing, it was deafening.

Real readers are not like that.
Qin Feng only felt bored in his heart, and he couldn't express his displeasure: "Set up a heart for the world, a life for the people, a successor for the sages, and peace for all generations.

This is what readers should do! "

As soon as these words came out, the questioning platform shook, and in the sea of ​​gods, the white spirit was surging like a sea of ​​clouds.

"I see." The white figure said with a smile.

The phantom's face gradually became clear.

After seeing it clearly, Qin Feng was surprised, the face of this white phantom was exactly the same as his!
And as a stream of fresh air poured into Tianling Gai, Qin Feng finally stepped into the state of mind of the Eighth Grade Ming!
At the same time, Ting Yuxuan kept vibrating, and the literary energy in the books on the bookshelf was surging.

The Baili old man on the rattan chair sensed the movement, pressed his right hand, and heard that Yuxuan returned to calm.

He was lying on the rattan chair, swaying slowly, with emotion and relief in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)