I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 120: Household Training!

"Although everyone here is already a scholar, you still have to re-learn the Four Books and Five Classics, as well as other Confucian classics, such as "Shuowen", "Erya", "Laozi", "Zhuangzi", "Hanfeizi", "Xunzi", etc. There are also historiography, etiquette, and arithmetic."

"After learning these, you can then learn parallel prose, poetry, policy theory, in short, the gentleman's four books, five classics and six arts, you are not allowed to let me fall behind any of them."

In one of the dormitories of the government school, Song Mu and the others were sitting in it, wearing a government school gown and a school cap, and a teacher was walking and talking among the crowd with a ruler in his hand. .

Every time he uttered a word, people's brows would immediately frown, and in the end, the faces of the new talents who heard these things had become very stunned.

Kong Zong, who was sitting next to Song Mu, looked up at Song Mu, and then let out a deep breath.

Song Mu also sighed slightly, and was also speechless at the moment.

Although I have already learned a lot about what a scholar needs to learn, and even everyone has already learned a lot, but at this moment, I heard this teacher named Wang Guocai explaining to everyone that he will study in the future. The courses are also shocking.

And this is the content of the exam that everyone will take in two months. According to the regulations of the government school, as long as they fail to pass the literary test and military test three times, they will be expelled from the government school immediately.

It is not easy to finish these lessons, and it can even be said that he is ten or a hundred times more nervous than everyone else in the past. Song Mu now begins to understand why Senior Brother Sun who studies in the county is so tired and sloppy. The tormented person becomes fatigued.

Song Mu comforted himself by treating this as a course he had studied in college in the past. Anyway, at that time, he used to go to the library every day and couldn't put down the book.

Although most people sighed in their hearts, it was so, but at this moment someone still asked.

"Master, don't we study the Complete Book of the Four Seas for our historiography?"

When this person asked, the others immediately looked at Mrs. Wang, but Wang Guocai showed a disdainful smile on his face.

"The Complete Book of the Four Seas is not just a collection of ancient books and classics. You should also know that this is a book that was condensed by Taizu gathering the power of the world's great Confucian scholars."

"And it's more of a book of literature. If you want to learn, let's wait until you reach the level of a first-class scholar."

Hearing this, the excitement that had just risen in everyone's hearts turned into a staring gaze at this moment, and the gaze had already converged on Song Mu.

The scholars sitting here are basically second-class scholars, and only Song Mu is a first-class scholar.

Of course, Song Mu also felt the gazes of the crowd, and at this moment he only smiled slightly in greeting.

Master Wang just glanced at Song Mu, quickly brought the topic back, and immediately started the first class of Confucian classics.

What is still taught is the Four Books and Five Classics, but although it is teaching, it is no different from an oral exam. Master Wang will not quote the classics and read the books like the previous masters, but directly ask people to explain, and the content of the explanation can be given at any time. From "The Analects" to "The Doctrine of the Mean", from "Book of Rites" to "Spring and Autumn".

During the period, the talents were constantly asked to explain themselves. Song Mu also stood up twice at the moment, but fortunately, with his excellent skills, he passed the test without any danger.

There is already a sense of urgency in attending classes here, which makes everyone's nerves tense all the time.

After the literary class in the morning, everyone hurriedly ate a lunch, and then started the practice in the afternoon.

In the afternoon is martial arts class, which is to practice literary and martial arts. Most of Song Mu and others are exposed to this kind of thing for the first time.

Everyone changed into light clothes one after another, and brought their own swords to the Martial Arts Field, and it was very lively here at the moment.

Numerous prefectural school students are training here, archery and fighting emerge in endlessly, literary power is shining non-stop, all the scholars in the field are full of literary power, even Confucian students and Tong students are also training hard during the period.

Rao Song Mu was a little stunned at such a scene, it seemed that just now a group of literati who were talking about what they were talking about had become a bunch of people fighting and scuffling.

But this is the literati of the Wen Dynasty.

Both civil and military, holding a pen can write Confucianism, two fists can catch villains, and drawing a sword can kill demons, as the so-called green blood loyalty, scholars are for the king and for the people.

Seeing this, Song Mu and Kong Zong were also eager to try, and soon a burly trainer came here, also a Juren, but the other party was only wearing a single shirt on this autumn afternoon, and his shoulders were full. Carried a pile of sandbags taller than a person.

Seeing the crowd, the Juren Disciplinary Officer named Xiao Xiong immediately threw the sandbag in front of the crowd, and his calm and prestige face became even more stern.

"Each carry four sandbags, go around the arena ten times, gather here after a quarter of an hour, and practice literary skills!"

Mrs. Xiao's voice was deep and outstanding, even a bit deafening. Everyone was stupefied at the moment, but Xue Kaiwen came out first, and put sandbags on his hands and feet, who seemed very familiar. Seeing this, Song Mu and others also asked Before, tie sandbags on the legs and hands.

With sandbags on his body, Song Mu could feel that each sandbag weighed no less than ten catties, and to run ten laps with such a load was also challenging everyone's physical limits.

But at this moment, everyone can only bite the bullet and do it.

The next moment, everyone started running on the edge of the Martial Arts Field, causing a wave of dust, and many people around looked over, but there was no pity in their eyes, just gloating look.

After a quarter of an hour, Song Mu was already out of breath. The distance of these ten laps was already equivalent to 3000 meters, and most of them were sandy land. Under heavy load, it was almost fatal.

After running ten laps desperately, almost all the people sat on the floor, sweating profusely, but Mr. Xiao's eyes were still cold, and he ordered everyone to sit cross-legged immediately, and then stuck a stick of incense in front of everyone.

"In the time it takes for a stick of incense, you have to use your literary strength to move the stone in front of you ten meters."

"If you don't do it, do it all over again."

With the cold tone and the stones that seemed to weigh more than ten catties not far in front of everyone, the scholars all gasped at the moment, their hearts were beating wildly, and their faces were already full of astonishment. .

Song Mu took a few deep breaths and tried his best to calm down his violent heartbeat. At this moment, he also knew what Master Xiao was going to do.

Through ten rounds of intense weight-bearing exercise, everyone's body was surging in a short period of time. At this level of intensity, a large amount of literary power was mobilized in a short period of time to push the stone that seemed to weigh about ten catties.

He just wants to squeeze everyone's physical and literary strength.

Now that the matter has come to this point, everyone can only continue to grit their teeth and persevere. They all sat cross-legged and began to adjust their breath, and then slowly mobilized the literary power in their bodies.

It's just that all this is going on more slowly than before, and even Song Mu, who is already quite familiar with the operation of Wenli, feels that there is no movement in his dantian at this moment.

Everyone tried to mobilize Wenli for a long time, but at this time, half a stick of incense had passed, and almost everyone in the field could not force Wenli out of the body.

"Don't hold your breath, follow the rhythm of your breathing, sink your mind, try your best to feel where your veins are, sink to the dantian, go down little by little!"

At this moment, Master Xiao's voice resounded in a timely manner around the crowd, and his tone had softened a lot. Every word penetrated deeply into everyone's mind, guiding everyone to start to guide Wen Li.

This was a timely rain, and everyone did not expect that the first literary strength training class would be so rough, and at this moment they all changed ways to guide literary strength.

Song Mu also immediately followed suit. Although it was difficult at first, when he caught the breathing rhythm, Song Mu could feel that the literary power in his body seemed to be obeying the mobilization.

Song Mu slowly mobilized these Wenli and began to move forward. Wenli finally came out of his body and clinged to the stone, but after a while, he still didn't see any movement from the stone.

"Wenli is out of the body, and it must be continuous. The Wenli in your dantian is not for viewing. Don't let me hold it like a treasure!"

Xiao Fuzi's words sounded again, and Song Mu could only intensify his efforts at the moment.

However, after such a consumption, there is not much literary power left in the body.

Song Mu gritted his teeth and persisted, and finally the stone started to move forward, but before Song Mu could be a little bit more happy, at this moment, a forceful force came, which completely interrupted Song Mu's force.

Song Mu opened his eyes and found that everyone had withdrawn from the meditation state one by one at this moment, and Mr. Xiao had already stood in front of them again.

"Everyone stand up and circle the field ten times!"

"After a quarter of an hour, start again!"

Master Xiao's voice sounded, and everyone let out a miserable cry. They could only get up in grief and indignation. In the next few hours, throughout the afternoon, the dance floor was filled with waves of dust stirred up by Song Mu and others.

On this day, Song Mu was sweating profusely and almost collapsed.

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　Thanks for the support of book friends like fog like rain and wind!
　　
　
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