I proved immortality through the imperial examination.

Chapter 59 Xue Xiang's Selected Thighs

As he spoke, Xue Xiang also summoned his literary energy, using his thoughts as a brush to form the character "光" (light) in the air.

The word "light" was born without triggering any unusual phenomena.

Xue Xiang was embarrassed, while Xie Haiya laughed heartily, "You've oversimplified the concept of literary talent."

I've said it before: test takers shouldn't be exposed to the world of literary trials so early on.

"After experiencing the incredible world inside, the contrast with reality is always huge..."

After a series of complaints, Xie Haiya got back to the main topic, "What is literary style?"

The character 文 (wén) originally meant decoration or embellishment.

What can be used to embellish it? Of course, it's talent.

Qi (vital energy) is the collective wish, formed by the combined wishes of many.

Once you understand this, you'll know the essence of literary style.

What enabled you to shine so brightly in the Trial Realm? Wasn't it your extraordinary talent?
Why do so many people flock to become officials? Certainly, some genuinely want to speak up for the people.

There are also those who want to hitch a ride, because as long as they are in this system, even if they are just going through the motions, they can still receive the people's wishes and sentiments, thereby nurturing the literary atmosphere.

To put it simply, the ways to enhance literary talent are roughly as follows:
Read more classics and develop your own insights.

You have written many masterpieces that will be praised in your time. Once you open your literary palace, you will be pleasantly surprised.

To be a high-ranking official means to take on more and greater public demands and sentiments.

"By undertaking great projects, we can also fulfill even greater public aspirations and sentiments."

As he spoke, he handed Xue Xiang a palm-sized jade box. "This is something I got from Mr. Kan Jiang. There are rewards for welcoming newcomers into the sect."

But to speak up for you, I had to recite your poem about fishing twice and tell you about the news you spread in the clouds.

It was quite a coincidence; Mr. Kan Jiang was currently reading "The Mortal World," and upon hearing that you were about to join the sect, he was very pleased and specially gave you this.

Xue Xiang opened it, and inside was a box of black sand.

Before Xue Xiang could ask, Xie Haiya said, "This is the soil of words, formed from the essence of the Confucian predecessors after their passing."

Black soil can only be formed when at least a Core Formation expert falls.

It possesses the great power to connect with the literary tradition and the Way of Heaven. Having recently acquired literary energy, using this item to refine your writing will yield twice the results with half the effort.

After saying that, Xie Haiya handed Xue Xiang a jade pendant, saying, "The path of literature is vast and profound; I have only glimpsed a part of it."

I don't know much, but this contains my insights into cultivating literary energy. You can take a look to resolve your doubts.

"Senior brother."

Xue Xiang was moved.

"Just being called a senior brother is enough. Focus on your cultivation. Don't worry if your spiritual root aptitude is poor. If you cultivate your literary energy properly, it can nourish your spiritual energy cultivation."

As for your slow spiritual guidance, I will report it to the higher-ups and get a good technique; it shouldn't be difficult.

However, good cultivation techniques are generally difficult to master.

Xue Xiang was the first person Xie Haiya introduced the Tongjiang School of thought to, and naturally devoted himself to it.

After thanking him again, Xue Xiang suddenly remembered something. "Senior brother, when I was in the Trial Realm, I secretly tested it. I recited the poem twice, but no abnormality occurred. Why is that?"

Xie Haiya said, "Only poems that are first published can resonate with the spirit of literature."

What already exists will not be triggered.

Of course, this does not mean that works that have been published are useless.

Word of mouth will also help you cultivate your literary talent.

Moreover, masterpieces are collected in the temple and nourished by the literary tradition.

When the two armies clash, these nurtured words, once again brought out, become a deadly weapon…

The two talked about cultivating literary energy for more than half an hour, asking and answering questions.

Finally, when Xie Haiya picked up his teacup for the thirteenth time, Xue Xiang decided to be a welcome guest.

"Senior brother, if you ever feel bored again, just give me a message, and I'll definitely come."

Having gained the upper hand and feigned innocence, Xue Xiang bowed respectfully and walked out. "Hey, wait a minute, you're having tutoring at Zhaoyewu, right? Have you had any contact with that female Taoist priest there?"

"A female Taoist priest? I've had contact with her; she taught us the etymology."

"If you have the chance, try to build a relationship with her. Recently, many important figures in Yunmeng have been quietly inquiring about her, probably because they want to get in touch."

"Thank you, senior brother, for the tip."

At noon, he appeared at Jiahe Trading Company carrying a bag of steamed buns and two bamboo tubes of clean water.

Having just obtained the method for cultivating literary energy, he was eager to try it out.

Homes are only suitable for guiding spirits into the body; for true cultivation, one must find a cultivation room protected by a forbidden array.

In terms of spiritual practice, he never shortchanged himself.

He wanted a high-class refining room, one that was not only spacious but also, although located several feet underground, had natural wind and light.

It was a suite, with an inner room for cultivation and an outer room furnished with a soft couch.

Before starting his cultivation, Xue Xiang first finished a bag of steamed buns and a bottle of water. He then lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, taking stock of his experiences since his transmigration.

He is quite satisfied with his overall development.

But the focus is not on that, but on how one turns a seemingly hopeless situation into a viable one.

Putting aside his own talents and his poetic talent, he felt that the key to changing his fate was clinging to Xie Haiya's coattails.

Since then, he has improved his situation in the workplace and changed his family's standard of living.

Of course, the potential risks cannot be ignored, such as being placed on the opposite side of Hong Tianxia and Su Suiran.

The promise of great rewards comes with enormous risks, as has always been the case, and Xue Xiang was able to accept it.

Xie Haiya had given him enough in return, and Xue Xiang never thought of jumping ship when in danger.

His idea was to get another boat or two; and to latch onto one or two powerful figures.

Who to call?

Being a female Taoist priest was an excellent choice, but she has to leave Yunmeng.

pity.

If I could hold her beautiful legs, it would definitely feel great.

Is there no leg left to hug?
My mentor, Feng Jing?
The thought had barely formed when Xue Xiang suppressed it.

In Yunmeng's batch, Feng Jing took in twenty disciples in one go, while he himself was only one-twentieth.

He was one of the few students who had supervised his exams in the past; I was probably only one percent of them.

It's unrealistic to expect Feng Jing to help.

"Wait, why can the mentor be Feng Jing?"

Xue Xiang suddenly had a breakthrough in his thinking.

There was also an examiner, Wei Yang, the magistrate of Weicheng.

If you manage to latch onto his powerful backer, your future will be bright.

No, why doesn't Wei Yang recruit disciples like Feng Jing did, to build up his own power base?
I understand. Wei Yang is a military man from a garrison. Confucian scholars look down on him and would rather lose face than acknowledge him as their teacher.

face?

Compared to survival, what's the point of saving face?

Xue Xiang made up his mind and decided to attack Wei Yang alive.

But before that, he felt that he could also place a bet on the female Taoist priest, not for the immediate benefit, but for the long term.

"The female Taoist priest will be departing tonight. Although we have already seen her off, why not see her off again?"

After silently reciting the notes, Xue Xiang felt at ease. After taking a short nap, he sat up and began to read the insights and notes Xie Haiya had given him.

Although he had a photographic memory, this time he read it extremely carefully.

About two hours later, he finally put down the jade pendant.

(End of this chapter)