How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

Bai Luoshui slowly raised her gaze and turned around.

His heart was filled with surging anger.

He endured being called a dog to his face by Mo Ziyi.

They wanted to settle scores with Zhou Wenju, but who would have thought that Zhou Wenju was even more ruthless than Mo Ziyi!

He told him politely: If I go to the capital, I might be interested in making an enemy of the Crown Prince, but as for you, Bai Luoshui, I don't even have eyes for you!

How arrogant!

How utterly indifferent!

The Dharma boat slowly rose into the air.

With a whoosh, it soared into the sky.

It's incredibly fast right from the start!

He seemed to be a peerless swordsman, his sword piercing the air with a surge of rage...

Mo Ziyi moved her feet.

The green boat that the measuring ruler had transformed into returned to the county government office in the blink of an eye.

County Magistrate Zhou Liangsheng rushed out, staring blankly at the son holding Old Qi and the ethereal figure in dark purple. All the yamen runners were also stunned...

"Father, they've already left," Zhou Wenju said.

"Gone?" Zhou Liangsheng's heart was in turmoil.

Why did they leave?

Shouldn't it be the sky falling?

Zhou Wenju chuckled softly: "Old Qi has been raised by you, Father, to be a loyal defender of Confucianism. Even a fool would never disobey you and kill someone! The one who cooperated with me to kill Li Yuancang, the sect leader of the Cangshan Sect, was her!"

He gently pointed his finger at the woman in dark purple.

Zhou Liangsheng's heart skipped a beat: "Has the Ministry of Justice already presented everything in its 'review'?"

"Yes, Old Qi has always been just an ordinary constable. How could he possibly have anything to do with Lingyan Pavilion? Those people are simply insane!" Zhou Wenju said. "I'll go treat Old Qi's injuries!"

He picked up Lao Qi and carried him into the backyard, into his old room.

Put him on the bed.

Old Qi opened his eyes, his expression complex...

"What's wrong? You just saw the magnificent scenery on the Bridge of Helplessness and can't bear to come back?" Zhou Wenju took out the gold paper and the precious pen, but he was teasing him.

Old Qi had a thousand words swirling in his mind, but for a moment he was speechless.

"I know you have mixed feelings. If you want to thank her, you should do so in person after you recover. If you want to admire me, you don't need to say it now. Just remember one sentence!" Zhou Wenju said.

"you say……"

"From now on, don't be so stubborn! I've told you before, 'Where there's life, there's hope.' Do you not understand the meaning of this saying because you haven't studied it, or are you determined to carry on with this stubborn trait to the very end?"

Old Qi's heart was in turmoil.

He did indeed hear Zhou Wenju's telepathic message at the most critical moment.

"Where there's life, there's hope."

It's a term from the underworld, so how could he not understand it?

However, he had a deep-seated problem in his heart.

I'm gone, but I have indeed left behind the "green hills" and my life.

But what about your Zhou family?

Can your "green hills" withstand this raging fire?

However, all of that is in the past now...

His endless thoughts culminated in a sigh: "In the past, I scolded you countless times for being stubborn, and today you've returned, and I have nothing to say to you. This can be considered retribution..."

Zhou Wenju laughed heartily and began to write furiously.

Soon, a sheet of gold paper was covered with dense writing, which was the "Huangdi Neijing" that he had written once before.

After writing it down, the gold paper was placed over Lao Qi's forehead.

The words on the gold paper seemed to rise from the paper itself, and at that moment, Old Qi's face, which would never have shown any brilliance in his entire life, was radiant and dazzling...

As for himself, the shocking wound on his hand had completely healed in the time it took to write a few words, ten or even a hundred times faster than Lao Qi's injury recovery.

Mo Ziyi has already returned to Zhou Wenju's small courtyard.

With unknown thoughts in mind.

The moment she stepped into the courtyard, she suddenly turned around.

He stared in surprise in the direction of the county government office.

Above the county government office, words flew about:

"The ancient sages taught their people to avoid evil influences and harmful winds at appropriate times, to maintain a tranquil and empty mind, so that true qi could flow freely, and the spirit could be guarded internally, from which illness could arise..."

This is a classic text on medicine.

It is profound and unparalleled.

It is comparable to a sacred text.

However, she had also read the "Medical Classic" by the Sage of Medicine, which was quite different from this one.

What sacred text could possibly trigger such a level of celestial phenomenon?

What she found even more unimaginable was his literary cultivation.

The healing power of the sacred texts is one aspect of their ability to be used for healing.

Another aspect depends on the writer's literary skill.

The higher one's skill level, the better the healing effect.

She could see very clearly that his literary attainments were already at the level of Wen Shan!

He obtained the Wengen from Huding Mountain.

This is something she witnessed with her own eyes.

Subsequently, she had many discussions with him about his future.

The results of the investigation were quite pessimistic.

That is, he has no way forward.

Fishing in the open sea is a completely unpredictable affair.

The probability of catching Wen Gen on your first try is high, because Heaven senses your aura of Seven-Colored Poetry and subconsciously feels that you should be a scholar, so it bestows Wen Gen upon you.

However, there may not be a literary world or a literary mountain waiting for you afterward.

She brought him into the Mohist school with the intention of having him accepted as a formal disciple and bestowing upon him literary talent, literary talent, and literary talent.

This allowed his path of literary cultivation to begin within the Mohist school.

Unexpectedly, those old fogies in Mo Tang harbored selfish motives and resolutely refused.

His path ended just like that.

But more than a month has passed...

The road isn't blocked.

He was promoted to Wenshan smoothly, and his progress in literary studies was even faster than that in the imperial examinations.

The journey from Wengen to Wenshan during the imperial examinations took far more than a month, with the county, provincial, and metropolitan examinations spanning more than half a year...

How exactly did it happen?

A figure in red approached, offering a cup of tea: "Miss, didn't the young master come back with you?"

This is Hong'er.

The two maids had reached a consensus: their young master had a slight memory problem, so to avoid the embarrassment of him calling the maids by the wrong names in the future, they decided to start with his clothes.

Hong'er wore red.

Greenie wears green clothes.

As long as you're not colorblind, you'll definitely agree.

"Look, your young master is causing quite a stir..." Mo Ziyi pointed lightly towards the county government office. There, the power of literature was surging, truly resembling a cataclysmic upheaval.

Hong'er chuckled: "You're too kind, Miss. Please sit in the pavilion first, and I'll go prepare dinner."

Zhou Wenju did not return until after nightfall.

As he walked along the banks of the Donghe River, his thoughts, like the river's waters, were filled with a sense of the impermanence of life.

So much happened today.

Yes, although it was only a short day, the development of the matter was full of twists and turns.

In the early morning, he was still a guest of honor at the Dingchao Division.

In the morning, he was still the stabilizing force in the Hexi Valley.

That afternoon, he became the target of Jin Wuwei's hunt—yes, don't think that Jin Wuwei was only hunting Lao Qi. Anyone with a brain would know that the real target was never Lao Qi, but him! And the Zhou family behind him!

Father's former political enemies have already sensed that Zhou's son is about to rise to prominence. "How Can You Cultivate Immortality Without Learning Modern Knowledge?" is currently being serialized and is not to be missed! We must nip him in the bud before he even enters the capital!

Old Qi is just a tool!

Having experienced a dramatic upheaval that even he found terrifying, as the sun set and the clouds dispersed, revealing a clear, bright moon...

Inside the red pavilion, the newly risen moonlight slanted in.

Mo Ziyi sat beside the coffee table, her domineering aura from the daytime gone, replaced by the elegant and refined demeanor of the Wen Dao Sheng family.

Zhou Wenju gracefully passed by, sat opposite her, and picked up the cup of tea she had poured out when he entered.

"Thank you so much for today!" Zhou Wenju raised his glass slightly.

Six characters, not convenient to elaborate on.

However, there's no need for further development between the two.

The reason why the clouds have parted and the moon is shining brightly today is for one reason only: Mo Ziyi stood up to protect us.

She was willing to take on the huge trouble of "breaking through the sacred path of Mohism" herself in order to untangle the knot in Zhou Wenju's head.

Who could have predicted this move?

Bai Luoshui used chess to conquer the world, but he overlooked Mo Ziyi.

Zhou Wenju hadn't expected her to be so resolute...

"You really want to thank me?" Mo Ziyi's eyes were a little hazy under the starlight.

"real!"

"So how do you plan to thank me?" The question was starting to sound a bit playful.

"I..." Zhou Wenju hesitated slightly. Heaven knows, what seems like a simple question is actually very difficult to answer.

How can I thank her?

You can't just give them money, can you?

"I'll let you stay here for the New Year!"

"That won't do!" Mo Ziyi shook her head. "My mother is still with the Mo family. What kind of talk would it be if I went to Lingnan for the New Year?"

"Ah, Miss..." A ball bounced up from under the window and landed in the pavilion. It was Rou'er. Rou'er landed and offered her opinion: "Miss, I think Young Master's suggestion is excellent. Why don't you go with it? Aren't you afraid of the cold? It starts snowing at Mo Xin Peak in October, and it's freezing cold during the New Year. It's nothing like here. It's already the middle of winter, and the mountains are still green, and wild rabbits are still running around everywhere..."

"Am I afraid of the cold?" Mo Ziyi glared at her.

As someone who has reached the pinnacle of literary talent and is on the verge of breaking through the literary realm, they can change the cycle of the four seasons with ease. Why would they be afraid of the cold?

You brat, you can't even come up with an excuse...

Rou'er immediately understood after being reminded: "Oh, I misspoke. Miss is a scholar of great learning, so she is not afraid of the cold. It is Rou'er who is afraid of the cold. As soon as Rou'er returned to Moxin Peak, she curled up into a ball. I'm not afraid that Brother Zhou will laugh at me. I can't even jump up. It's so pitiful..."

Zhou Wenju smiled.

He looked like he had succeeded in his evil scheme.

Mo Ziyi couldn't stand his adorable expression and glared at him, saying, "Stop daydreaming. It's definitely not going to be the New Year here. At most, you can stay for a month, but you have to go back before New Year's Eve."

"Yay!" Rou'er sprang to her feet, rushed into the kitchen, and grabbed Lü'er: "Hong'er, is the rabbit ready yet?"

"Rou'er, you... can't you see I'm wearing green? And you're called Hong'er! Remember, the color of our clothes is the same as our names." Greenie was almost at her breaking point.

"Linking clothes to names? Is that reliable? If we stripped you naked, would your young master even recognize you?"

Mo Ziyi raised her hand and touched her forehead.

Zhou Wenju rubbed his forehead...

Fortunately, they didn't delve into the details of taking off clothes; they moved on to tasting the food, which was almost served.

Mo Ziyi finally asked him a question: "Your literary rank is already at the Mountain of Literature!"

"Yes!" Zhou Wenju didn't intend to hide it, because he knew that even if he could fool his father, who was basically stupid from practicing Confucianism, he could never fool Mo Ziyi.

Mo Ziyi was a master of literature, far surpassing his father, a rigid and inflexible scholar.

Moreover, she is someone who has experienced countless battles, and her insight and perception are on a completely different level from her father's.

"Could it be... that His Majesty, in order to trick you into serving him, bestowed upon you all these literary titles and honors at once?"

This was perhaps the only explanation Mo Ziyi could think of.

That was a gift from the imperial court.

Generally, imperial gifts were bestowed based on imperial examinations.

Those with clear laws and regulations are supervised by the Confucian Temple, so you can't refuse to grant them. Of course, without the imperial examination, it's also not allowed to grant them arbitrarily.

However, the laws of the world are not monolithic.

There are always workarounds for exceptional talents...

"How can you be so optimistic?" Zhou Wenju shook his head slightly.

"So... you actually managed to fish out your cultivation ladder from the Dao Sea?" A glint flashed in Mo Ziyi's eyes.

"Yes, I'm pretty lucky, aren't I?" Zhou Wenju smiled slightly.

Mo Ziyi exhaled: "To be able to snag someone from the literary world and Wenshan, your luck is more than just good; it's truly indescribable... I'm starting to believe in fate!"

"God willing?"

"Perhaps there is a pair of eyes watching over the world, perhaps the path each of us takes is arranged by these eyes, perhaps all the coincidences and adventures in the world are not adventures, but arrangements of fate..."

"Alright, alright, stop lamenting about this. If you keep going, you might stray from the Mohist way and step into some mystical 'Ancient Taoist School'..." Zhou Wenju stood up: "Let's go eat!"

Under the same moonlight.

On Screen Ridge, within the Dharma Boat.

Lin Shuiyao knelt before the Crown Prince of Rulan, trembling with fear.

Today's farce stemmed from her betrayal.

If everything goes well.

She has done a great job.

However, it was a disaster!

Instead of finding evidence of Zhou and his son's crimes, they lost two Jinwu Guard commanders of the Daohua level, and caused the two chief officials of the Ministry of Justice, especially Bai Luoshui, a favorite of the Crown Prince, to lose face.

The Prince of Rulan was filled with rage, wave after wave, wishing he could tear Lin Shuiyao, the culprit, to pieces.

Just when it seemed like it was about to erupt...

A gentle voice brought it all to a halt: "Your Highness, please don't blame Miss Lin. The information she provided was valuable!"

"Valuable?" Huo Qiuhe frowned suddenly.

Inside the cabin, the two chief officials of the Ministry of Justice, both filled with frustration, turned around at the same time and stared at the deck outside the cabin door.

On the deck, the wind from Lingnan blew, causing Bai Luoshui's hair to flutter gently, as did his white robes. Behind him stretched a vast starry sky.

He seems to be that one spark of starlight lost in the vast universe.

This was especially true for Lin Shuiyao, who was filled with anxiety at that moment...

Bai Luoshui's gaze fell on Huo Qiuhe's face: "The young master has already rejected the judgment that 'the traitor Qi is a remnant of the Lingyan Pavilion,' is that right?"

Huo Qiuhe said, "At least today... he hasn't revealed anything."

"No! He did give off a hint, but you just didn't notice!" Bai Luoshui said.

"Oh?" A chief official from the Ministry of Justice stepped out of the cabin. "What did Mr. Bai see?"

Bai Luoshui said, "The moment we revealed his identity, I noticed his eyes. Do you know what those eyes looked like?"

"What kind?"

"Resolute!"

Resolute...

The two officials looked at each other in bewilderment.

Crown Prince Huo Qiuhe frowned slightly: "A resolute...resolute look in your eyes, is this the clue?"

"To understand people's hearts, one must be adept at observing the subtle details!" Bai Luoshui said, "If he were just an ordinary constable, facing Jin Wuwei's accusations, it would be normal for him to feel panicked, wronged, fearful, or calm. Only his resolute attitude would not be normal!"