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Chapter 216

Of course, apart from discussing the tomb of the King of Chu in Watanabe Town, there are still a small number of people who are trying their best to stay at home and copy "The Analects of Confucius"; The meaning is inside.

Just like Zhang Yunji's house in Mansion 88.

Some furniture in the living room was removed, and four tables were placed. Zhang Yunji, Changkong, Liuying, and Baili Chuxue knelt beside the table, holding brushes, copying "The Analects of Confucius".

The status of the four people when copying the books is also different.

The sky is calm, Zhang Yunji is impatient, the fireflies are slow, and the snow is flowing in the clouds and flowing water at the beginning of a hundred miles.

"Brush~" At this time, Baili Chuxue seemed to have finished copying the first time, arranged the paper and put it aside, and continued to copy.

Zhang Yunji's eyes were actually looking around all the time. Seeing Baili Chuxue tumbling there, he couldn't help but ask, "Chuxue, have you finished copying?"

Baili Chuxue nodded, and replied softly: "Yes, I have already copied it once."

"Is it so fast?" Zhang Yunji was a little surprised.

He has only copied half of the Analects for the first time now, and based on this calculation, Baili Chuxue's speed is almost twice as fast as his.

"Hurry up? It's okay! Husband, come on." Baili Chuxue smiled softly at Zhang Yunji, and then lowered her head to copy the book.

Zhang Yunji bit the brush, glanced at Liuying, and asked, "Liuying, you write so slowly, did you just copy a sentence or two?"

Without looking up, Liuying tapped twice and said, "I'm almost done copying the first time."

"Come on, you can't write two characters with one stroke. Judging by the speed of your strokes, you can finish copying a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" without moving a few times?" Zhang Yunji couldn't help but sneer. Learning to lie is really too much.

Liuying raised her head, glared at Zhang Yunji, said through gritted teeth, "Brother underestimates people!"

"Is that underestimating people? My brother just doesn't like children who lie." Zhang Yunji pouted and said.

'Swipe~'

As soon as the words fell, Liuying handed over the paper on the table.

Zhang Yunji took it, and looked at the "Analects" transcribed above, dumbfounded!
This girl has really copied it all over!

"It doesn't make sense! Why are you all so fast?" Zhang Yunji couldn't figure it out. The same "Analects of Confucius" only has more than 1 words in total. Why did they copy it so fast and he copied it so slowly?

"Brother, you are too impetuous. The teacher said that "The Analects of Confucius" is an epic-quality book. Whether it is reading or copying, you need to calm down." Liuying snatched back the "Analects of Confucius" she copied, like a child. Zhang Yunji.

"Where am I impetuous? I am also very quiet, okay?" Zhang Yunji refused to admit it.

Liuying pointed to the inkstone next to Zhang Yunji's case and said, "Look, brother, there is ink spilled from the outside of your inkstone, which means that you were too anxious when you dipped the ink, so you spilled the ink. Doesn't this prove that brother Are you restless?"

"Uh~" Zhang Yunji glanced at the inkstone on the table, and found that, as Liu Ying said, some ink was sprinkled around the inkstone, but because the table was black, so you wouldn't notice it unless you looked carefully. of.

"Slightly slightly~~ Brother, you should calm down first." Liu Ying stuck out her tongue at Zhang Yunji, then lowered her head and continued to copy "The Analects of Confucius".

Zhang Yunji was a little speechless, looking down at the words on "The Analects of Confucius". He didn't know why, but he couldn't calm down and copy books; he thought that copying a book with more than 1 characters should be a simple task But when he got started, Zhang Yunji found that it was very difficult for him to write every word.

That kind of feeling is like just learning to write, you need to write carefully stroke by stroke.

But Zhang Yunji felt that it was too slow, and wanted to speed up to his usual writing speed; the more this happened, the slower Zhang Yunji found himself copying, and an inexplicable sense of irritability began to appear in his heart. So much so that he has only copied half of it now.

"This book is not the real "Analects of Confucius" in the bookstore! Why does it have such a strange effect?" Zhang Yunji thought in confusion while touching the white "Analects of Confucius".

'Swipe~'

At this time, there was also the sound of paper flipping from Chang Kong; Zhang Yunji looked up and found that Chang Kong had already finished transcribing the first time, and was sorting them aside so that he could continue to transcribe the second time.

"Huh!" Zhang Yunji took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried his best to calm down his state of mind.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Yunji opened his eyes and picked up a brush to continue copying, and found that the speed was still the same.

"Ah!" Zhang Yunji sighed, and continued to copy.

……

Until the night is already deep, the last quarter moon has come out.

"Take~" With a crisp sound, it was Baili Chuxue who put the brush back on the pen stand.

Then there was the sound of shredding papers.

"Father, husband, Liuying, I've finished copying, so I'll go back to the room to rest." Baili Chuxue stood up and said.

"Yeah." Changkong was still seriously copying "The Analects of Confucius", without raising his head.

"Sister-in-law, go slowly." Liuying said crisply.

Zhang Yunji raised his head and looked at his wife with a mournful face.

Baili Chuxue showed an encouraging smile and exited the hall.

A quarter of an hour later, Liuying also stood up and began to pack her things.

"Master, brother, I also finished copying, and went back to the room to rest." Liuying was already out of energy to speak, and copying "The Analects of Confucius" seemed to consume her mental power a bit, which led to a strong desire for sleep at this moment.

"Yeah." Changkong said something simple and clear.

Zhang Yunji didn't even raise his head this time, and silently copied.

In the hall, only Zhang Kong and Zhang Yunji were left as master and apprentice.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

Changkong also finished copying and started to pack his things.

"Master..." Zhang Yunji felt aggrieved.

Changkong glanced at it, and said: "It's useless to call me father, just copy slowly; I really don't know why I chose to accept you as an apprentice in the first place, look at your qualifications, it's too bad."

After finishing speaking, Changkong held the copied "Analects of Confucius", shook his head and left with a sigh.

At the end, Zhang Yunji could still hear Changkong's voice: "Is my Changkong's eyesight so bad?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yunji felt as if he had been hit by [-] points, and he stretched out on the desk, sighing.

"Is my aptitude really that bad?" Zhang Yunji held up "The Analects of Confucius" in one hand, as if asking others, but also as if asking himself.

When learning "The Analects of Confucius", the shop owner once said that comprehension of this book does not depend on cultivation, but on one's own aptitude and comprehension ability; that is to say, those with high comprehension ability will learn "The Analects of Confucius" faster Some, and vice versa.

For example, copying "The Analects of Confucius" is actually a way to reflect the qualifications of this person.

It turned out that Zhang Yunji was the only one in the family of four who hadn't finished copying, which meant that his aptitude was the lowest.

"Alas~" Another sigh echoed in the hall, which lasted for a long time.

(End of this chapter)