I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 262 Teaching and Learning (+16)

The bamboo tube was brought over by a servant and placed on a white cloth, so it was not touched directly.

This is their husband's treasure. Don't be fooled by his lazy and easygoing appearance; he actually uses very valuable items and doesn't allow anyone to touch them.

The servant added a reminder:
"Young master is not in good health right now, so you should be careful. In fact, you shouldn't have met that Physician Zhang today."

Xing Hepu nodded casually.

"understood."

His parents had passed away long ago, and now his nephew was in charge of the family. He was very composed and mature, quite unlike the silly and playful boy he used to be.

The servants who accompanied him were all sent by the Xing family. They were talkative, but their manner was unusually warm. Xing Hepu was rarely reserved and often bickered with them.

They're just incredibly stupid; they can't learn the deduction method even if you teach them.

Not to mention methods of deduction and divination, they can't even compare to the math students at the Imperial Academy.

He couldn't even pass the imperial examinations, so he had no aptitude for cultivation whatsoever.

Xing Hepu sighed.

Beside him, the servant, recalling what his young master had just said, chuckled and said:
"The two esteemed gentlemen you mentioned, are they the same two who gave you the ginseng before?"

Xing Hepu paused.

His gaze was fixed intently on the servant.

The servant was taken aback, somewhat at a loss. "I was just saying it offhand. If it's wrong, please don't take it seriously, sir."

"No, you mean..."

Xing Hepu clutched his chest, feeling a lingering fear.

I escaped with my life thanks to a servant's reminder.

Xing Hepu mentally reviewed his conversation with the official, confirming that he hadn't said anything inappropriate. After a careful recollection, he felt somewhat relieved.

He then looked at the counting rods and bamboo tube in his hand.

"Never mind, forget it."

Xing Hepu beckoned over the servant who had reminded him.

He was deeply moved and decided to thank the other party properly.

He had always thought these servants were dull-witted, and he never took their instruction in divination seriously. Whenever a servant complained of a headache, they would give up and refuse to learn. How could they possibly master it that way?

"Come on, I happen to have some free time today."

"Then I will teach you arithmetic from the beginning."

Xing Hepu's confidence soared. He put down the bamboo tube, had his servant bring a table, paper, and pen, casually ground ink, dipped it twice in the inkstone, and then fluently wrote down some basic arithmetic on the paper. Xing Hepu smiled and said:
"Then we began by learning the most basic 'Art of Adaptation'—"

"Let me see how well you've all learned."

The servants turned ashen-faced.

The group was at a loss, and they exchanged glances, all noticing the grim expressions on the faces of the others.

They were speechless:
“My lord is currently ill… The doctor said that he should focus on rest and recuperation, and not exert himself too much or think too deeply. Perhaps we should just give up on this plan.”

Xing Hepu found it strange.

"It's just basic arithmetic, what's there to overthink?"

"You must first learn these mortal arithmetic methods to lay a foundation before you can start learning Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, and divination. If you have excellent aptitude, you can then learn the celestial arithmetic and the methods of deduction."

"Only in this way can one attain immortality."

"otherwise."

"Wouldn't that mean I'd only live to be fifty or sixty, a person who lives only a day and dies in the evening?"

As they spoke, Xing Hepu had already hastily scribbled down half a sheet of paper, writing down some simple and basic arithmetic he had learned in his youth. He tapped his fingers on the table and glanced at the group of people.

"Come and see."

The servants were terrified and dared not go forward.

After hesitating for a while, they nudged each other and then walked forward shakily.

I looked at the words on the paper for a while.

One of them was quite bold. He was dizzy and his head was spinning. He struggled for a long time but still couldn't figure out what was written on it.

The servant, thinking about having to learn these things himself in the future, finally couldn't help but tell the truth:
"My lord, we feel that living only for a day and dying at night is enough..."

The other three nodded quickly.

"Yes, that's what I think too."

"Actually, being a mortal is fine too. We're willing to serve our lord for the rest of our lives." "Yes, yes!"

Xing Hepu was surprised.

"This is a divine technique, and I only teach it to you because you are members of the Xing family."

“Even the sons of officials and nobles in Chongxuan Hall, who want to seek my guidance and become my disciples, do not have such good fortune as you.”

The servant bowed his head.

Those students didn't know that to learn divination, one had to start with these things.

They only thought that they could cultivate themselves and control life and death.

That's so impressive and fun, of course I want to learn it.

The servants even felt pity and sympathy.

That was their initial thought as well, so when they heard that their young master was willing to teach them "immortal arts," they readily agreed and were overjoyed. They even used their own monthly allowance to buy their young master some cured meat, secretly thinking of it as tuition, though their young master was unaware of this.

Unexpectedly, this was the first method in the so-called divination book.

It's a mathematical scripture.

They would spend their days engrossed in books, reading until they were drowsy and in agony, feeling like they were dying.

The young master hasn't taught them arithmetic for two or three years. Why did he suddenly remember to do it again?
Several servants stared at the paper, their faces long and mournful.

If they keep learning these things, they'll probably jump into the Wei River next year, let alone be in their fifties or sixties.

Xing Hepu watched the servants with great interest as they calculated.

As their movements grew slower and stiffer, their handwriting became increasingly halting, and their heads drooped lower and lower...

……

……

Jiang She cleaned the new house.

They released their carriages and horses, and Yuan Danqiu fed the horses with hay. He then sat with Taibai in front of the manger and watched them graze.

Sanshui and Chuyi are counting their money.

They went down the mountain to travel, and should have found their own place to stay, but the two of them spent almost all their money and were really short of cash, so they had no choice but to ask their elders for lodging.

But you can't not pay.

Chu Yi grabbed his purse angrily: "If only you hadn't bought that sugar figurine before! What kind of sugar figurine costs more than ten coins?"

"That's beautiful!"

Sanshui, not to be outdone, started counting with him.

“If you hadn’t eaten at that restaurant, we wouldn’t have had to spend several hundred more coins.”

Chu Yi glared at her: "You ate just as much."

"You ate the most!"

The two argued, and as they argued, they realized they only had seven or eight hundred coins left, and they sighed together. Sanshui released the paper cat, and it ran off with the black cat.

I sat under the eaves, resting my chin on my hand, watching from afar as two cats huddled together, patrolling the house.

They quickly forgot all about their lack of money.

The cat surveyed its surroundings, tail held high, warily assessing its new surroundings. It nimbly leaped onto the roof, looking around. The house was quite large, so it had been quite a struggle for it.

Take a turn.

The cat quietly walked up to Jiang She, lay down close to him, and made curious noises.

Where is the ghost?

The lush bamboo forest rustled softly.

Jiang She had just come to his senses when he realized that someone had just mentioned him. He raised his hand and did some quick calculations, and he understood somewhat, but also found it a little funny.

He looked down at the black cat that was clinging to his leg, playing with insects on the ground.

During this period, Sanshui and the first-year students taught very diligently, and the cat successfully learned many more characters, showing great intelligence.

Jiang She patted the kitten's head.

Soften your tone.

Do you want academic law?

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)