Film and TV: Starting from the Night Watchman of Dafeng

Chapter 1 Student Wei Wuyang

The lingering clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings the autumn mist.

In August, the summer heat ends and the imperial examination results are announced.

"Here we are, second class, Class 21."

"Thank you, Brother Nian."

"You're welcome. You're a little early. I have other urgent matters to attend to, so I can't show you around the academy. You might as well walk around on your own. You can't rush into the back mountains. This is the school rules booklet. You must memorize every rule in it."

"Yes."

"In that case, I'll go first."

"Thank you for your guidance, Brother Nian. Take care."

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what's your name?"

"I dare not." The young man shook his head slightly and bowed. "I am a humble student. My surname is Wei, my given name is An, and my courtesy name is Wuyang. I am not asking what your name is, brother?"

The young man at the dormitory gate also bowed briefly in return. "My surname is Xu, my given name is Xinnian, and my courtesy name is Cijiu."

...

After a quick sweep of the dust, Wei Wuyang slowly looked around the second-class dormitory for four people. The memories of college he hadn't attended for more than a decade suddenly hit him, and he was in a trance for a moment, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

When his mind calmed down and only loneliness remained in his memories, he sighed softly and accepted reality once again.

Clean the room, make the bed and desk, and take out the classics of the saints to study.

The nine grades of Confucianism require one to memorize the classics of the sages and apply them to one's own benefit.

He didn't have to worry about memorizing it by heart, as his predecessor did a very good job and he got a free bargain.

In order to make use of it for his own benefit, his predecessor had worked hard for nine and a half years, and he had worked hard for ten days, but unfortunately, he still didn't find the way.

He lowered his head and focused seriously, no worse than the group of people who were sprinting in the last month of their senior year.

Over the past ten days, the students of the academy have gradually returned to school, and three of the four students in the dormitory have returned.

Wei An's regular schedule and hard work have attracted the attention of many people.

"Who is this boy? He is so studious!"

"Qingzhou students, how dare you not work hard before you reach the ninth rank?"

"Don't be ridiculous! If you're not a Chang'an student and haven't reached the ninth rank, how can you enter my Yunlu Academy?"

"Maybe it's a descendant of a great scholar's family."

"No, he was recommended by a great scholar, not a younger member of the clan. The reason he was able to enter our Yunlu Academy was not only because of his poetic talent."

"Oh, what poems did you write? Read them to me."

"... "

"A half-acre square pond opens like a mirror, where light from the sky and shadows of the clouds wander together. How can the water be so clear? Because it flows from a source of fresh water. Brother Wei, you have already realized the essence of reading."

Zhang Xu, who lived in the same dormitory, sighed.

Sun Fu, who was standing by, couldn't help but nod after savoring it carefully.

"I wrote this out of inspiration, and my clumsy work will only insult you." Wei An said with a faint smile.

"Brother Wei, what you said really makes us ashamed. If we were to write such a masterpiece and leave one to the world, it would be worthwhile for us to have read the book." Zhang Xu said embarrassedly.

Wei An smiled and said nothing.

Sun Fu gave Zhang Xu a look, and the two chatted for a few words before going out to look for food together.

"Brother Zhang, have you ever thought about how Brother Wei, with his poetic talent and academic diligence, hasn't reached the ninth rank yet?"

Sun Fu asked under the corridor.

Zhang Xu frowned, "Could it be that Brother Wei is from the Imperial College..."

Sun Fu was speechless. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and nodded, "Brother Wei has a great scholar recommending him."

Zhang Xu's frown deepened. "That's strange. Even if an ordinary student progresses slowly, he can still enter the ninth rank at the age of fifteen or sixteen."

Sun Fu smiled, a smile that was somewhat proud. "Every inch has its own merits, and every inch has its own shortcomings."

He has reached the eighth level of self-cultivation.

...

Back mountain
A pavilion

"This poem is indeed something that can be written by someone who studies hard."

Yang Gong held a piece of paper and nodded slightly.

Suddenly, he frowned again. "Although it's said that constant learning can lead to new insights, there are only so many classics by the sages, and the annotations aren't complex. He's fifteen now, and after ten years of diligent study, he's memorized them by heart. How come he hasn't even reached the ninth rank yet?"

"If he were sixteen, Lord Song Zheng would not have recommended him." Zhao Shou, the dean of Yunlu Academy, did not answer directly, but said calmly.

"Not reaching the ninth rank... that's fine. Poetic talent is rare. You haven't become my disciple yet, have you?" Yang Gong smiled, hinting. "You'll be leaving for Qingzhou soon. Why mislead a young man like me? Don't even think about such poetic talent."

In the void, the voice came first, and then two figures gradually appeared.

They were two of the four great Confucian scholars of Yunlu Academy, Li Mubai and Zhang Shen.

Yang Gong raised his head slightly, stroked his beard, and glanced over.

No words needed, just eye contact and sparks flew.

"Why? Are you better than me in academics?"

"Insanity!"

"Shameless talk!"

"... "

If they disagree on something, they will start fighting!
What Yang Gong said is actually not wrong.

The four great Confucian scholars of Yunlu Academy each have their own strengths, and he is indeed better in academic research.

"cough."

Zhao Shou coughed lightly, and the three of them immediately fell silent, but their eyes were still secretly fighting.

"This year, only a few students from my Yunlu Academy have passed the exam. Year after year, the students' enthusiasm has been worn away. This poem has some inspiration for learning, and I intend to post it in the academy."

"What the dean said is absolutely right!"

"Dean, I have a good opinion!"

"... "

at the same time
Night watchman's office

"Wei An, a native of Qingzhou, was born in the 20th year of Yuan Jing. His father is Wei Feng and his mother is Wei Ji..."

The night watchmen served as the emperor's intelligence organization. Chang'an was the emperor's capital, and the night watchmen knew the background of everyone entering and leaving Chang'an.

But since it could be delivered to Wei Yuan, the head night watchman, there must be something special about it.

Wei Yuan slowly put down the paper without reacting.

At this time, Nangong Qianrou handed over another piece of paper, "This person must be a spy."

Wei Yuan carefully read the second piece of paper, his gaze lingering on 'Wei Feng'. After a long pause, he spoke, "Find out."

"Yes."

...

Into the night
The candlelight flickered in the dormitory, and Wei An held a volume of annotated classics in his hand, reading silently with comprehension.

In the dim light, the boy's handsome face became more three-dimensional, and his beautiful eyes were full of concentration.

Behind him, Zhang Xu and Sun Fu had fallen into a deep sleep.

Constantly sorting out and summarizing, the knowledge of the two worlds collides and blends...

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the candlelight flickered and severe pain burst out in the abdomen!

He covered his abdomen skillfully, leaned his upper body against the desk, bit his lips, and his eyes were blank.

The pain was like huge waves, coming one after another without stopping. Wei An used his will as a raft and drifted with the waves!
After a long, long time, the tide receded and his chest, back, forehead and neck were covered in sweat.

"Whoo~"

He continued to maintain the curled-up posture of a cooked shrimp. After a while, he let out a long breath and slowly straightened his back. He didn't know whether there was still pain in his abdomen or his perception was distorted, but the corner of his eye twitched slightly.

After putting the books away, Wei An felt too exhausted to handle the sweat. He collapsed onto the couch, staring at the beams overhead, his focus blurring...

[Experience the Confucian system's Ninth Rank Awakening and Eighth Rank Self-Cultivation (Xu Xinnian, Zhang Xu, Sun Fu, Liu...). Do you want to open the Confucian system? (Opening the Confucian system will advance you to the Ninth Rank Awakening; completion condition: recite the sage classics three times a day for ten consecutive days)]

Confucianism?

Wei An knew that this world had extraordinary powers, but he regretted that his predecessor followed the Confucian system, not any system related to medicine.

Studying medicine cannot save the Chinese people, but it can save yourself.

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in his eyes.

I can't endure this level of pain for more than a few days.

He originally wanted to take advantage of this ten-day period to break through the barrier and make a breakthrough on his own, leaving the times of reversing cause and effect to the eighth rank. In this way, by making continuous breakthroughs, he could demonstrate enough talent to attract the attention of the great scholars in the academy, and perhaps seize a glimmer of hope.

It seems very difficult now.

Then I must meet the contact person tomorrow and get the antidote for the next ten days.

(End of this chapter)