Longevity from Liao Zhai

Chapter 199 Do you prefer long legs or thin waist?
Qinghe County.

Zhou Ping is practicing martial arts with Yan Yi.

Yanyi was wearing shorts today, revealing her long, slender and strong legs.

Liu Ruyan and He Yunqing stood aside.

Suddenly, Zhou Ping felt the sound of something breaking inside his body.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ping's Confucian cultivation level rose from the seventh level to the sixth level.

"It should be the Four Sentences of Hengqu. I didn't expect that it would unexpectedly help me improve my Confucian cultivation to a higher level." Zhou Ping felt something in his heart.

The Four Sentences of Hengqu were given by Zhou Ping to a group of scholars from Qinghe County who were going to Qianzhou City to take the exam. The original intention was to encourage these scholars.

However, Zhou Ping did not expect that his poem would coincide with the exam topic. He did not expect that there would be a book club with tens of thousands of scholars in Qianzhou City, and he did not expect that his poem would become such a sensation.

Zhou Ping succeeded again!

As his cultivation level improved, Zhou Ping was slightly stunned. During this moment of distraction, Yan Yi's long legs greeted Zhou Ping.

However, the next moment, Yan Yi felt a strong force!
"Why is it so hard!" Yan Yi was slightly stunned.

After Zhou Ping reacted, he hurriedly grabbed Yan Yi's legs with his hands to prevent her from triggering his Lingxi Finger again.

The Vajra Indestructible Body blocked Yan Yi's long legs, but had not yet triggered Lingxi's finger.

Yan Yi blushed slightly: "Hey, what are you standing there for? Let go."

Zhou Ping held Yan Yi's legs. Yan Yi supported herself on one leg and placed the other leg around Zhou Ping's waist.

He Yunqing also laughed and said, "Yeah, Zhou Ping, why are you holding her stinky feet?"

Yan Yi was immediately unhappy: "You are the one who stinks!"

Zhou Ping smiled and said, "The young master is naturally fragrant."

Yuan Gong outside the inner courtyard also said: "Yes, the young master is naturally fragrant!"

Zhou Ping let go of his hand and Yan Yi retracted her legs. Zhou Ping couldn't help but look at her beautiful legs a few more times.

This made He Yunqing anxious. He Yunqing glanced at Liu Ruyan, and Liu Ruyan's face seemed to be unhappy too.

He Yunqing was about to say something, but Zhou Ping said, "You guys play, I have something to do."

Zhou Ping finished speaking and left. His Confucian cultivation had broken through, and he needed to absorb spiritual energy to fill up his own spiritual energy.

With the sixth rank of Confucianism and his other cultivations, Zhou Ping's overall strength is now comparable to that of the fifth rank!
With this kind of cultivation, Zhou Ping felt a little more secure.

Moreover, Zhou Ping had a hunch.

The four sentences of Hengqu not only bring about this improvement in cultivation, but also have stamina!

Liu Ruyan, Yan Yi and He Yunqing were chattering and laughing about something.

"Every man would like these long legs."

"I can't help but want to hold this thin waist."

"Aunt Liu, do you think men prefer long legs or thin waists?"

"Oh, to each his own."

"I think men like big breasts."

"You stupid girl, you dare to make fun of me."

"If you are unmarried, you can choose any girl of marriageable age from among my tribe!"

In Qianzhou City, Meng Jiusheng looked at Chen Chao with a gleam in his eyes.

Meng Jiusheng thought to himself: "I can't miss this person again!"

When Meng Jiusheng was in Qinghe County, he wanted to take Zhou Ping as his apprentice because Zhou Ping wrote a poem called "Spring River Moon Night".

However, Zhou Ping had already been favored by Fan Zhongfu and became his registered disciple. Meng Jiusheng later wanted Zhou Ping to be a live-in son-in-law, but he heard rumors that Zhou Ping liked widows, so he looked for a suitable person among the widows in the clan.

Today, Chen Chao recited the "Four Sentences of Hengqu".

Although this poem is short, it is truly thought-provoking.

Meng Jiusheng had met Chen Chao and knew that he had some talent, but not much.

Meng Jiusheng didn't expect that Chen Chao could write such a peerless poem.

Even if Chen Chao could not write other poems in the future, he would be remembered in history just by this poem.

By then, he, as a teacher, will also be able to benefit from it and hope to leave a mark in history.

County Magistrate Zhao glanced at Meng Jiusheng beside him. Although his cultivation was not high, he had been in the officialdom for many years and naturally understood Meng Jiusheng's calculations.

"This old fellow is very calculating." Magistrate Zhao complained in his heart.

Fan Shiyi didn't say anything. She had a vague feeling that this poem was not written by Chen Chao.

Fan Shiyi had been in Qinghe County for a long time and was familiar with the people there. In Fan Shiyi's opinion, Chen Chao could not have written these poems at all.

If we have to say what kind of person could write such a poem, Fan Shiyi guessed it must be that person!

Meng Hetang naturally heard what Meng Jiusheng said. He thought to himself, "Ancestor, you made a wrong calculation. This poem was not copied by Chen."

At this time, tens of thousands of scholars present also heard Meng Jiusheng's words.

"Becoming a direct disciple of Mr. Meng, you can also study in the academy in the capital."

"Don't forget, there are still young women from the Meng family you can choose from."

"There are hundreds of girls of the right age in the Meng family, and I have seen a few of them. They all have excellent looks and temperament. This boy is really lucky."

"Cheap? If you have the ability, you can also write such a poem!"

"Yes, if you can write such a poem, these four poems will definitely be placed in front of every scholar's window in the future."

"This is something that will be passed down through the ages. Do you think it's cheap?"

The scholars were discussing the matter. Although they were envious of the conditions offered by Meng Jiusheng, they did not think there was anything wrong with it.

With this poem, it's all as it should be!
"In reply to Mr. Meng, this poem was not written by me." A greedy thought flashed through Chen Chao's mind, and he really wanted to take the poem for himself.

However, whether it is conscience or the origin of this poem, many people know it.

For a moment, the scholars were in an uproar.

“This poem wasn’t written by him!?”

"That's what I said. I don't think he looks like someone who can write good poetry."

"What good poems can be written in a small place like Qinghe County?"

"What kind of county is Qinghe County? How come I've never heard of it?"

"I don't know. I haven't heard of it either."

The scholars were talking about it.

Meng Hetang looked at Chen Chao and nodded slightly. Although this person had no talent, he still had some character.

Zhao Jun Shou: "This poem was not written by him!"

Fan Shiyi folded her paper fan abruptly. She was incredulous and surprised. "Could it be that he really wrote this poem?"

Meng Jiusheng suddenly felt something was wrong. He wanted to become someone's teacher and leave a mark in history, but it seemed impossible given the current situation.

At this moment, a figure appeared in Meng Jiusheng's mind. Could it be that guy?
I can't be so unlucky, right? If it's really Zhou Ping, then my plan has failed!
Chen Chao paused for a moment, then said aloud: "Before I left Qinghe County, I went to see him. My cousin raised this question, and he wrote these four lines of poetry at that time."

"The person who wrote this poem is Zhou Ping from Qinghe County!"

(End of this chapter)