In the wooden house. A middle-aged man wearing a simple green shirt sat in a slightly shabby room and waited quietly. His eyes were deep and bright, his fingers unconsciously rubbed the teacup in his hand, and he looked up at the sky outside the window. "In order to raise his son, he was willing to keep the land as a boundary for eighteen years. The head of the Su family is really a wonderful person." Li Qingchen shook his head with a smile and drank all the tea in the cup. He didn't want to come here. Being an enlightenment teacher who is already a teenager sounds like child's play. But there was no way, the head of the Su family gave him a bargaining chip that he couldn't refuse. However, although he came, he only accepted the responsibility of teaching, but he never considered accepting disciples. A literati has the pride of a literati, and his vision is the highest in the world. Which literary great is not full of talents?
But he alone, as the leader of contemporary Confucianism and Taoism, only accepted three disciples. "Sir, you don't have to look at my face. Just be harsh, so that this kid can have a sense of awe and avoid complacency." Thinking of that person's advice, Li Qingchen couldn't help but smile and shook his head. Even if he doesn't deliberately target people, few people can persist, let alone deliberately make things difficult for others. But since it was the employer's request, of course he had to do it beautifully and use people's money to eliminate disasters. "It only takes two years. How much he can learn depends on his luck." Li Qingchen stretched and was about to get up when he heard a voice outside the house. "My dear Su Changqing, come here to study." … outside the door. Su Changqing listened carefully to the movements in the room, thinking secretly in his heart. In a period like ancient times, the status of scholars should be very high. Although he was just a failed scholar, he probably looked down upon his status as a mountain villager. The reason why I agreed to teach him was probably because of the money given by my parents, so I reluctantly agreed. But whether he can get this scholar to teach sincerely or not ultimately depends on him. However, Su Changqing was not panicked. In his previous life, he was also a 985 top student and had dabbled in various books. Although it may not be in line with the local culture, it shouldn't be a big problem to intimidate a failed scholar, right? "Squeak~" While Su Changqing was thinking wildly, with a soft sound, the door in front of him opened.
Su Changqing looked up and saw a middle-aged man standing in the room, dressed neatly and calmly. The most eye-catching thing is the pair of deep and bright eyes, which seem to be able to see into the depths of people's hearts. "I've met you, sir." Su Changqing bowed. He secretly praised in his heart that he was indeed someone who had read books. His temperament was different from those in the village at first glance. Li Qingchen also looked up and down at the young man in front of him. He has a slender figure, a handsome face, and clear and bright eyes. His whole body exudes the vigor and vitality of a young man, as well as a stability that does not belong to this age group. "Compared to the two young masters of the Su family, this one looks much more reliable." "I can't praise the Su family's education method, but the effect seems to be pretty good." When they met for the first time, Li Qingchen had a pretty good impression of Su Changqing, but when he thought about Su Nan's explanation, he still nodded without a smile and said calmly: "Come in." Seeing this neither salty nor bland attitude, Su Changqing secretly curled his lips. As expected, a knowledgeable person would be arrogant. The people in their village are different, they are very warm to others. Arriving at the house, Li Qingchen sat on a wooden chair and got a cup of tea. He said without looking at Su Changqing: "Although I accepted your father's things, I didn't promise whether or not to teach you. I just gave you a chance." "Whether you can stay completely depends on yourself. If you can't pass my test, then go back to where you came from." When saying this, Li Qingchen was also a little helpless. He didn't want to do any of this, just collect the things and teach properly, but his father had told him not to let the apprenticeship go too smoothly. He had to become a disciple three times to be considered precious and hard-won. There was no other way. Although he didn't understand it, he could only respect it. "Excuse me sir, I will try my best!" Su Changqing spoke seriously, but he was complaining in his heart. Sure enough, he knew it wasn't that simple. Li Qingchen pondered for a moment, thinking about how to make Su Changqing retreat this time. After a while, he had an idea in his mind. He stood up and went to a desk, picked up a pen and scratched on the paper. As a faint light flashed, a vigorous word '一' appeared on the plain paper, and then disappeared in an instant. Li Qingchen nodded with satisfaction upon seeing this. Although this word is simple, most people cannot see it. When calligraphy reaches its extreme, the technique is close to the Tao, and each word is like a Tao pattern, representing a certain Tao and principle. Only people with extremely profound knowledge or strong understanding can pry into it.
People often say that there are no words in the Heavenly Book. In fact, it is not that there are no words, but ordinary people cannot understand the deep meaning. It took the three disciples of his 'Literature Saint's Body' three hours to untie them, which was more than enough to make Su Changqing retreat. At this time, Su Changqing was murmuring in his heart as he looked at Li Qingchen who had his back turned to him. "I wonder what the test is?" "If I were to take a test on the hard knowledge of this world, it would be over. Where did I learn it?" Just when Su Changqing was a little anxious, Li Qingchen turned around and handed the paper to Su Changqing. "When you understand it, you can stay. If you don't understand it, go back." After saying that, Li Qingchen ignored Su Changqing, walked to the desk and sat down, picked up a book and started reading. "Do you understand it?" Su Changqing picked up the paper in his hand suspiciously, and a big "一" was clearly visible on it. "What do you want me to see? See if your "一" is written straight?" Su Changqing turned the paper over and over, but no matter how he looked at it, there was only a "一" in the center. "Damn it, the riddle man deserves death!" Su Changqing gritted his teeth secretly and racked his brains to think about what this meant. "Even if you haven't been to school, you can't recognize the word '一', which means that the old scholar must be referring to something else." "This is because he doesn't want to teach me and is deliberately making things difficult for me. If I don't answer satisfactorily, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to study." "There must be a meaning in it that I don't know, but where is it?" Time passed slowly, Su Changqing widened his eyes, carefully, turning it over and over, and bloodshot appeared in his eyes. But no matter how you look at it, it's a damn word '一'. Li Qingchen, who was not far away, looked at Su Changqing who was about to go crazy, smiled and drank a cup of tea. "Without practicing and reading, it would be strange if you could see this." "But you are tough. It's been an hour, and you can still stare at the empty paper and observe it." Looking at the persistent Su Changqing, Li Qingchen shook his head and stopped paying attention, and continued to read his book. When another hour passed, Su Changqing wiped the sweat from his head. He gave up. He really couldn't figure out what it was, and what the "one" was referring to. "There's nothing I can do." Su Changqing looked up at Li Qingchen and sighed in his heart,
"I can only make it up."