Confucian and Taoist scholar

Chapter 259 The Emperor's Scepter
A scholar of heaven and earth? Lu Zheng thought that if he worked hard, it would only take a while.

Lu Zheng smiled and said, "Scholar, it shouldn't take long. Don't worry, young lady. I definitely don't need the imperial court to confer a title on me."

An Jing raised his eyebrows. "You are still as confident as before. Scholars focus their minds. I wonder what kind of scholarly mind you can cultivate in the future."

"Wen Xin?" Lu Zheng thought for a moment and said, "I haven't really thought about this yet."

An Jing said leisurely, "There's a great scholar in the court who also cultivates righteousness. He uses this righteousness to condense a righteous heart. He used to be the Minister of Justice and now teaches at the Imperial College. It should be easy for you to condense your literary heart."

Lu Zheng nodded and said, "President Xiao mentioned some things to me, and I learned some experiences."

"Xiaoshan?"

An Jing thought about it and said, "He is actually a good person."

Lu Zheng couldn't help but say, "Dean Xiao has accepted some disciples and is planning to travel around. If he has the opportunity, he plans to enter the government again..."

An Jing smiled and said, "Really? Okay, I'll make a note of that."

With just one sentence, Xiaoshan's idea of entering officialdom became a foregone conclusion.

Lu Zheng couldn't help but say, "Then I, Lu, would like to thank the young lady on behalf of Dean Xiao."

An Jing smiled faintly and said, "I will naturally promote capable people! But there's someone I want to promote, but you won't even give me a chance."

Lu Zheng smiled when he heard this, but did not continue the conversation. Instead, he said, "Miss, you probably haven't had your meal yet, right? Do you want me to make you something to eat?"

"Okay." An Jing said with his hands behind his back, "Give me something I haven't eaten before!"

Lu Zheng didn't go to the kitchen, but set up a stove in the yard outside.

He also let Qingwan out to get some fresh air and help out a little.

An Jing looked at Qing Wan and couldn't help but ask, "Why do you look so sick and darker?"

Qing Wan said indifferently: "Oh, this, I did an experiment with Lu Zheng all night last night, and I was shocked."

"Huh?" An Jing was surprised to hear that.

Lu Zheng raised his hand and gathered a ball of thunder, then gave a brief explanation.

An Jing asked, "Is this Taoist thunder magic? It's quite powerful. How can a little guy like you withstand it?"

She was no longer surprised that Lu Zheng could directly condense the Purple Sky Thunder, but she was a little surprised that Qing Wan could withstand such thunder.

"I'm not just an ordinary demon!" Qing Wan said proudly, "Others can't touch Lu Zheng's writing tools, but I can!"

An Jing knew that Lu Zheng had his own literary artifacts, but he had never seen them up close.

She couldn't help but ask, "Can I take a look?"

"Which one?" Lu Zheng asked.

An Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, "Tsk, you're saying that, you have quite a lot? Take them all out?"

Lu Zheng waved his hand, and all five artifacts emerged and were placed on the ground.

Many people have seen these artifacts with their own eyes, but they don’t know their origins and power. It’s okay to take them out and show them to An Jing and others.

"These are all literary tools condensed from my own literary energy. You may not be able to use them." Lu Zheng said.

An Dingyuan glared and asked, "Is this iron hammer also a literary weapon?"

Looking at these five artifacts, An Dingyuan felt that the iron hammer was the most eye-catching.

An Jing took a quick look. She had seen pens and bamboo slips before, and the zither was okay, but the iron hammer and bamboo stick seemed special.

It was the first time that An Jing heard that a scholar had five exclusive cultural relics.

If this kind of thing were to be spread out, it would probably make many Confucian and Taoist scholars envious, jealous and hateful.

An Dingyuan looked curious and asked, "Sir, can I have it?"

Lu Zheng smiled and said, "You can try it, but be careful. I have restrained their aura, but it may rebound."

Upon hearing this, An Dingyuan tried to pick up the hammer, but he couldn't lift it up immediately.

I tried harder, but it still didn't move.

"what?"

An Dingyuan was a little bit skeptical, so he secretly gathered all his strength and even used some martial arts techniques.

"Wake it up for me!"

An Dingyuan grabbed the wooden handle with both hands, veins bulged on the back of his hands, his face flushed red, and his feet had dug holes in the ground, but it still didn't shake at all.

An Jing took a look and realized that this could not be lifted by brute force. The aura was not compatible and it was obviously impossible to use it.

She couldn't help but say, "Stop struggling."

An Dingyuan finally gave up and couldn't help scratching his head, "This writing instrument is too weird."

It would be fine if the instrument was just an iron hammer, but the hammer, which looked light, was difficult to lift.

An Jing did not try, but waved his hand and took the Taishi Jian and Dong Hu Bi in his hands.

The two artifacts looked extremely ordinary in An Jing's hands, without emitting any special aura.

"Shi Jian..."

An Jing tried to activate the writing instrument and wanted to write something on the bamboo slips, but there was no response.

This shouldn't be the case... An Jing was surprised.

She had seen other literati artifacts, some of which she could use and some of which she could not, but she could still feel their extraordinary qualities.

She had read some historical records, but she still couldn't inspire herself with this scroll of bamboo slips.

An Dingyuan, who was standing next to him, looked at the short bamboo stick and thought, "This thing should be easy to pick up, right?"

He made a tentative move, but as soon as he touched the bamboo stick, he felt a powerful aura repelling him.

An Dingyuan couldn't help but retract his hand, looking surprised and confused.

Qingwan put her hands in her pockets and watched curiously from the side.

Seeing An Dingyuan being humiliated again, she couldn't help but say cheerfully, "That bamboo is the one you can't touch! I can only touch it for a moment."

"Don't even touch it. What kind of bamboo is this?" An Dingyuan wanted to try it, but was afraid of losing face again.

An Jing glanced sideways slightly. The aura she felt from the bamboo stick just now made her feel a little familiar.

She put down her pen and bamboo slips and reached for the bamboo stick.

When An Jing stretched out his hand, a golden aura protected his palm, and he was not as reckless as An Dingyuan.

When she touched the bamboo stick, she immediately felt a repulsive force.

This is……

An Jing's eyes were filled with fluctuations, and he held the bamboo stick tightly without letting go.

The bamboo stick suddenly trembled, emitting a powerful righteous energy that attacked An Jing.

An Jing's eyes focused, and a powerful aura emanated from his body. He was shining with golden light. He turned and pressed down on the bamboo stick, preventing it from breaking free from his hand.

The man and Zhu suddenly confronted each other, and the atmosphere in the whole yard became depressing.

An Dingyuan, who was standing next to him, felt a little suffocated. His aunt actually started a fight with a bamboo stick...

A righteous aura emanated from Lu Zheng, who protected his area while constantly preparing delicious food with his hands and feet.

After a while, An Jing slowly loosened his grip, and the bamboo stick returned to its calm state.

She felt that she could pick up the bamboo stick, but it would require a lot of strength and there was no need for that.

How come all these instruments are so powerful? An Dingyuan was a little confused.

Even though he was knowledgeable, he didn't expect that the writing instrument used by Lu Zheng could not even suppress An Jing.

An Jing looked at Lu Zheng as if he were a monster. "This is the Emperor's Staff. How could you actually condense such a cultural artifact?"

When she was struggling with the bamboo stick just now, she discovered that this was not an ordinary bamboo stick at all, but the emperor's staff.

Because she had seen a similar scepter from her father. The shape was slightly different, but the aura it emitted was no different.

Lu Zheng explained, "The staff used by the ancients was simply condensed by me with my literary energy."

That's all... An Jing's heart was in turmoil. What he said...

An Dingyuan glared and asked, "The Emperor's Staff, why is it like this?"

He understood the significance of the emperor's staff very well. Even though it was an ancient artifact, it held a special symbol. How could it be turned into a cultural implement for his own use?

A teacher is a teacher. He is even better than those scholars who taught me before. An Dingyuan was deeply moved.

He felt that none of the Confucian and Taoist scholars had the literary talent like Lu Zheng.

An Jing's eyes were dim, "You really opened my eyes."

"We are all benefiting from the kindness of our ancestors." Lu Zheng smiled slightly and added, "Is it not presumptuous of me to use such a writing instrument?"

After all, not everyone is qualified to use something like the Emperor's Scepter, even if it is transformed from an ancient artifact.

An Jing said slowly, "You can condense such a literary weapon, which obviously requires the approval of the Wen Palace. That means you are qualified. Who dares to say anything?"

Lu Zheng nodded and said, "That's good. I feel relieved after hearing what you said."

An Jing looked at the Suqin again, picked it up and played it a few times. The sound was pleasant and beautiful. This should be the only musical instrument she could use.

But even so, I'm afraid she can't bring out the greatest power of Suqin.

An Jing couldn't help but put the zither down and said with a smile: "I wonder how many scholars will envy you these literary artifacts..."

"Uh……"

Lu Zheng didn't know what to say for a moment.

Soon, he made a pot of broth and asked Qingwan to grow some pea tips to sprinkle in the pot.

Lu Zheng brought two large bowls to the two of them, "Smooth pea and meat soup, delicious and quite filling."

An Dingyuan was stunned. Why did he feel that Lu Zheng kept Qing Wan by his side in order to provide food at any time?

An Jing took the bowl calmly.

"Thank you sir."

An Dingyuan didn't hesitate and took a bite excitedly, "Hey, dragon meat?"

He couldn't help but look at Lu Zheng. He rarely got to eat such good things.

Lu Zheng just smiled and cleaned up there.

Seeing this, Andingyuan gave up his curiosity and ate the food with relish.

"call……"

An Dingyuan rubbed his stomach and said, "Master, your cooking is even better than the one in my house! I'm so satisfied with the dragon meat. I need to practice cooking..."

After saying that, An Dingyuan stood up and prepared to expend some energy.

"Let me practice with you."

An Jing next to him suddenly spoke.

"Ah, this, this is not a problem..."

An Dingyuan's face changed drastically and he quickly waved his hand to refuse, but he didn't dare to leave.

An Jing slowly stood up and said quietly, "Don't you see that you've gained weight? Don't worry, I won't use too much force on such a small area."

After saying that, An Jing raised his hand and threw out a formation plate, forming a barrier.

"Sir, save me!"

An Dingyuan asked Lu Zheng for help, but a long whip was already sweeping over.

A sparring match without any suspense started.

Lu Zheng and Qing Wan sat by the flower bed not far away, watching the excitement without blinking.

(End of this chapter)