My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 15: Confucianism and Martial Arts
Water Supervisor's College, Secret Documents Hall.

This is a library for college students to read and study.

"If you say that upgrading your level will unlock the golden finger."

Zeng Anmin sat on a chair, looking thoughtfully at the book "Records of Strange Things" in his hand.

"Then if I practice both literature and martial arts, wouldn't that mean I can get twice as much?!"

Ever since the martial arts entry selection started yesterday, Zeng Anmin couldn't help but have this idea.

But when I asked Dachun, I couldn't get any answer.

He then found a place in the academy specifically for students to read, to see if he could find some possibilities for practicing both Confucianism and martial arts.

Zeng Anmin opened the "Book of Strange Things" and read the contents of the book carefully bit by bit.

The author is unknown, and it records many strange things about the Kyushu continent.

For example: There is a beauty in the South China Sea, like a fairy in heaven, but she has no real shadow and can only be watched.

Another example: The demon tribe transforms into a female demon, who is lustful. If you suck her yang energy, you will only feel tired for a day, which is still worth it.

For example: The Eastern Religion in Jiang State has a magical method of entering pictures and records in dreams. One penny of life can be exchanged for a whole night of pleasure, which is a big profit.

Zeng Anmin's face turned darker the more he looked.

Why does this author look more and more like a pimp?

Of course there are some useful things too.

For example, there are four major heavenly diagrams in the world, which have been passed down from ancient times to the present day.

The "Picture of the Phoenix" owned by the royal family of the neighboring Jiang Dynasty is said to depict an ancient colorful phoenix.

All the [Taotie Maps] in the Southern Wilds feature the ferocious beast Taotie.

The [Sword Rising Diagram] in Taoism shows a sword worn by the Taoist ancestor.

There is also a record of the "Xihuangtu" which was lost in the Great Sage Dynasty and whose whereabouts are unknown. The picture depicts Xihuang, the head of the ancient human race.

The Four Great Divine Diagrams are not limited to martial arts practitioners, but can be visualized by all practitioners. They are the most amazing things in the world...

He finished reading the whole book but didn't find what he was looking for.

When he finished reading, he silently put the book back on the shelf, and then found another book called "On Confucianism and Martial Arts".

See the first sentence:

"Since ancient times, there have been young men who are good at both civil and military affairs, but there have been no young men who practice both civil and military affairs."

Seeing this, Zeng Anmin's brows relaxed. This was exactly what he wanted.

He held his breath and watched carefully.

Skipping the introductory words at the beginning, he found the important content:
"The literary spirit of Confucianism is Kan."

"The essence of martial arts is Li."

"Water and fire cannot mix, and yin and yang cannot balance each other, so they cannot be cultivated together."

Zeng Anmin frowned deeply.

Can’t we practice together?
But when he saw the following content, his almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly.

"Both Confucianism and martial arts practice start with the enlightenment of qi, gathering the qi throughout the body, breaking through the purple palace, and transforming the literary qi into the great and righteous qi."

"With the literary energy washing away my body, I can no longer cultivate the martial energy."

"vice versa."

……

Zeng Anmin read for a long while, still frowning. The things in the book did not give him any inspiration.

Instead, it made him more confused the more he looked at it.

Just at this moment, the bell for class rang.

Zeng Anmin stretched, got up hurriedly and walked out the door.

…………

Shuidu Academy, Jiazi School.

More than thirty pairs of students' eyes all looked at Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin felt a little embarrassed when he saw this.

He also didn't expect that just after one day, the fact that he had comprehended the literary energy in a quarter of an hour would be spread so outrageously.

The teacher's name was Wang Yuli, an old man with a goatee. He was very polite to Zeng Anmin. After arranging a seat for him, he began to lecture.

Zeng Anmin walked to the last row, and everyone looked at him wherever he passed.

Everyone looked at him curiously.

Everyone wanted to know what kind of person this genius who could comprehend the literary spirit in just a quarter of an hour was.

Zeng Anmin was not averse to these gazes.

He also knew that this was how he looked at those top students in his previous life.

"When you first come to class, you will naturally have a lot of problems to overcome. If you have any questions, you can ask Zhang Lun for advice."

The old voice of the gentleman sounded.

Zhang Lun?

Zeng Anmin looked up.

I saw the student sitting in front of me smiling and nodding. The student was dressed in plain clothes, had a clear face and thick eyebrows, and looked like a very reliable person.

he mused.

It seems that this guy named Zhang Lun is the top student in this school.

"Well, the results of yesterday's college exam have come out."

At this time, the old man coughed lightly and slowly pulled out a piece of white paper from under his desk.

"Zhang Lun won first place in three consecutive major exams."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole school fell silent.

"Shh!"

Countless pairs of eyes gathered and converged on Zhang Lun's face.

Zhang Lun looked at the gentleman calmly and calmly.

A smile also appeared on the gentleman's face. He took out a jade pendant from his waist, slowly stood up and walked towards Zhang Lun:

"This Water Supervisor Order is a reward from the academy. I hope you will keep up the good work and not become arrogant."

The old man slowly handed the jade pendant to Zhang Lun.

"Thank you sir."

Zhang Lun took the jade pendant with a respectful look.

Zeng Anmin didn't know the gold content of the jade pendant.

The discussions around him gave him the answer.

"Shui Du Ling, it seems that there is one less quota to go to the Holy Library this year."

"Who says it's not true? The books stored in the Holy Library are all handwritten by our Confucian and Taoist predecessors. This is a great opportunity..."

"Eyes of jealousy..."

"Haha, I'll try harder next time."

"........."

"quiet!"

The old man's voice suddenly rose, silencing everyone's whispers.

"The class will start now..."

……

Soon, the class was over and the sky gradually darkened.

The teacher also walked out of the classroom.

Just as Zeng Anmin was preparing to pack up and return to his residence.

A gentle voice sounded.

"Although it is getting dark, I must not slack off in my studies. Since the teacher has entrusted me with this task, I cannot fail to live up to the trust of the teacher. It is a good night, how about we stay and study together?"

Zeng Anmin slowly raised his head and saw Zhang Lun's gentle face.

King of rolls?

Appeared!
Zeng Anmin hated the test taker when he was in school.

But today, he didn't feel the slightest bit of dislike for the King of Rolls in front of him.

The paper king has a strong sense of responsibility. Even if the teacher only mentioned it briefly in class, he would take it seriously in his mind.

very good!

"Right on my mind."

Zeng Anmin is now full of doubts and wants to find someone to answer them. Isn’t Zhang Lun the perfect person?

"hehe."

Seeing Zeng Anmin nod, a relieved smile appeared on Zhang Lun's face. He slowly walked over to Zeng Anmin and sat down.

"If you have any questions, you can ask me. If I don't understand, I will ask the Master for advice and then tell you."

Zhang Lun gently picked up a copy of "Taixue" and slowly opened it.

Zeng Anmin naturally would not miss this opportunity. He nodded seriously and said, "Senior... um, how about we address each other by our given names?"

"Oh, yes, I'm Zhang Lun, a student from Liangjiang County, and our courtesy name is the same." Zhang Lun smiled and bowed to Zeng Anmin.

"It turns out to be my brother Tongyu, Zeng Anmin, courtesy name Quanfu."

Zeng Anmin also quickly returned the gift.

Quan Fu is Zeng Anmin's pen name, which was given to him by his stepfather.

"Brother Tongyu, although I have cultivated the literary spirit, I am not familiar with the state of cultivating the nature behind it. Can you explain it to me?"

Zeng Anmin looked serious.

Zhang Lun nodded slowly, his eyes serious as he said:
"Once you have cultivated the first wisp of literary energy, you can be called the ninth level of self-cultivation."

"There are 720 major acupoints around the human body. Each acupoint accumulates a wisp of cultural energy, which is perfection. After perfection, it can be called the state of nourishing nature."

"However, the state of cultivating one's nature is a process of accumulation. One must not be impatient, otherwise it will have a great impact on the body."

When Zhang Lun said this, his face became extremely serious.

(End of this chapter)