Confucian and Taoist Cultivation Starting from the Equipment Slot

All eyes turned to Chen Zhuo.

"This sir must be the one who resonates with the writing of heaven and earth."

The visitor bowed slightly and took out two pieces of jade from his person.

"The county government wants to buy the right to publish your poem, sir. This is the reward."

Chen Zhuo was stunned by this scene; he had only written a poem, yet he was being paid.

But regarding this price, Chen Zhuo looked at his junior sister.

The junior sister nodded.

"Junior brother, this price is very fair. They bought it for a piece of jade the last few times."

After receiving confirmation from his junior sister, Chen Zhuo immediately understood the situation.

Those around them couldn't hide their envy as the newcomer took out two pieces of jade.

Including the prize for this literary gathering, there are three pieces of jade.

Each of the three jade pieces can be used to purchase an opportunity to comprehend the written characters of heaven and earth.

After putting away all the jade ornaments, Chen Zhuo politely declined her junior sister's suggestion to visit her home.

He was mainly tired after a busy day.

I desperately need to go home and recharge.

"In that case, I won't keep you any longer. See you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!"

Chen Zhuo nodded and left.

When Chen Zhuo came out of the restaurant, it was already dusk. He checked his direction and walked back along the street.

He didn't have the same skills as his junior sister in traveling quickly.

Moreover, his junior sister brought him here at a great speed, so fast that the servants couldn't keep up.

I had no choice but to walk back.

The east and north of the city are different.

The northern part of the city is more commercial, and is generally the location of academies, county government offices, and large chambers of commerce.

The eastern part of the city had a more lively atmosphere, with restaurants and brothels.

The residences of aristocratic families were usually located in the west of the city.

As Chen Zhuo passed by a pastry shop, his stomach rumbled with a disapproving sound.

He patted his pocket, but unfortunately, there wasn't a single copper coin inside.

Normally, Chen An would pay for his purchases, but Chen An wasn't there now.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! A literary master has released a new masterpiece, and the early edition is available for only 5 copper coins."

"Breaking news! Breaking news!..."

A young newspaper vendor was hawking his newspaper on the street.

Soon a group of people surrounded him and snatched everything from his hands.

Chen Zhuo took the opportunity to glance at the contents, which was the very book he had just written, "The Long Night".

"I didn't expect the efficiency here to be so fast, it only took a short time."

Chen Zhuo muttered to himself.

"Hey bro, judging by your scholarly attire, are you also here waiting for your chance?"

"Opportunity? You mean the tabloids here?"

"Otherwise what? You don't know?" The older brother who spoke up saw that Chen Zhuo knew nothing about the matter and was eager to teach him.

"Let me tell you, these are the literati gentlemen," he paused, "I mean the real literati gentlemen, not like you and me who just wear clothes."

Chen Zhuo found it somewhat amusing that he was being looked down upon, but he could also tell that the older brother in front of him didn't mean to belittle him; he was genuinely just being straightforward.

"These are the elegant poems and essays written by those literati, from which one can glean literary wisdom."

"You know about literary arts, right? The person who mastered them a few years ago is now an official in the county government!"

"That's truly a case of one person attaining enlightenment and even their chickens and dogs ascending to heaven."

The old man vividly recounted the entire process of how that person comprehended the literary arts, as if he were there himself.

"If you ask me how I know so clearly, it's because I was right there watching the scene."

The older brother shook his head.

"Since then, I've been watching every episode, hoping for a chance to defy fate, but alas."

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something and tore the newspaper in his hand in two.

"Brother, here's half for you to see. What if you're the chosen one?"

Chen Zhuo found it somewhat amusing; this older brother was truly too temperamental.

He took it and glanced at the tabloid; his poem "Long Night" was not published in this section.

"Brother, could I take a look at your partner?"

The older man in front of me frowned, looking somewhat displeased, but then seemed relieved.

"Fine, I'll show you. Anyway, it's been so many years, if I had talent, I would have figured it out long ago."

Chen Zhuo took the other half of the tabloid, found his own "Long Night," and felt a surge of literary energy around him. A fox-tail pen appeared out of thin air and wrote on the original poem.

"To repay your kindness on the golden platform, I will wield the jade dragon and die for you."

With a stroke of the pen, golden characters appeared on the newspaper, leaving the man next to him dumbfounded.

"A... a scholar?!"

"Young Master, over here!" A clear voice came from the side. Chen Zhuo looked and saw that Qingluo had appeared there at some point.

Without hesitation, Chen Zhuo left with only his silhouette behind him.

"Good heavens, this is truly a scholar!"

……

"Qingluo? What are you doing here?"

Inside the carriage, Chen Zhuo looked at his little maid with curiosity.

"It's Scholar Song. He sent someone to say you're here. The master and the eldest young master have both gone out, and Chen An is nowhere to be found, so Qingluo came alone."

Oh, it was Master. Master is so thoughtful.

Otherwise, it would take forever for my legs to go back to normal.

"By the way, you said Father and my eldest brother went out? Where did they go?"

Qinglu shook her head.

"Qingluo didn't know, but they seemed to be in a hurry when they left."

"I see."

Chen Zhuo then stopped asking questions.

The carriage swayed and moved forward, and he took out the jade pendant he had won at the literary gathering and examined it.

The jade is generally beige in color, and upon closer inspection, one can detect wisps of literary aura within it.

You don't need to absorb it; just holding it in your hand makes you feel clear-headed.

"Young master, what is this?"

Qingluo watched curiously from the side.

Chen Zhuo smiled slightly, "This is Wen Yu, a first-rate treasure."

Suddenly, he seemed to feel that his literary skills and combat abilities had improved slightly.

The feeling was that... someone had grasped his literary skills.

Chen Zhuo thought of his older brother who had just been chatting with him.

"He's fulfilled his dream, hasn't he?"

With the help of the carriage, Chen Zhuo quickly returned to the Chen residence.

"Young Master, Qingluo will go and prepare your bath water first."

The carriage stopped, and Qingluo hurriedly left.

Chen Zhuo didn't stop her; he really needed a good bath to relax.

"Have Father and the others returned?"

Chen Zhuo casually asked the servant next to him.

"Not yet, young master."

"Not yet," Chen Zhuo repeated.

There haven't been any trading missions recently, and I usually just keep an eye on some shops, so I shouldn't be coming back this late.

Has something happened again?

Alas, these are turbulent times!

Not long after, Qingluo's voice came from afar.

"Young Master, the bathwater is ready. You may begin your bath!"

Hearing Qingluo's words, Chen Zhuo stopped worrying.

My father is much stronger than me. Even if he's injured, he could probably take on several of me.

There's no need to worry unnecessarily.

So he returned to his bedroom and began to enjoy a luxurious experience.

It's the same familiar feeling, the same familiar force.

When he finished showering, Chen An returned sometime earlier.

"Young Master, the Master and the Eldest Young Master said they won't be back tonight, so you don't need to worry."