Confucian and Taoist Cultivation Starting from the Equipment Slot

Not long after, Chen Zhuo followed his junior sister to a room that looked even more exquisite.

The room was fully equipped with writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, and there was a row of books behind the desk.

"Senior sister, where is this place?"

Chen Zhuo looked around the room with suspicion.

This is definitely not the public room I just stayed in; it must have an owner.

I just don't know who the owner of the room is.

"Of course, it's our master's room in the Faculty of Arts!"

Gu Qing'e said matter-of-factly.

"master?"

Chen Zhuo was somewhat surprised, but then felt it was only natural.

After the initial surprise, a wave of concerns washed over me.

"Is it really appropriate for us to just walk into Master's room like this?"

"What's wrong with it? After all, your senior sister is... is Master's most beloved disciple."

Gu Qing'e said in a serious tone.

Chen Zhuo looked at his junior sister suspiciously, but ultimately said nothing.

"Stop worrying about these trivial things, come on, look this way!"

Gu Qing'e walked to the desk, where a large character for "war" was placed.

"This is the battle my master has mastered, and it is also the battle I have mastered."

"Its effect is to double the damage of your next offensive spell."

Chen Zhuo carefully examined the character "战" and discovered that it was the largest "战" character he had ever seen in the cultural context.

I never expected that this was something my master possessed.

"Junior brother, this effect was specially obtained by Master from the cultural lineage of Shengtian Prefecture. Since we got this, Qingshan County has made further progress in the development of Changye and can resist the demons of Changye more easily."

Hearing his junior sister say this, Chen Zhuo couldn't help but feel curious.

Could it be that I was blind before, and there are still some intricacies in this kind of writing that I didn't know about?

Seemingly sensing Chen Zhuo's thoughts, Gu Qing'e took the initiative to speak:

"There happens to be a literary arts testing ground here. Let me show you around."

As she spoke, Gu Qing'e led Chen Zhuo to the room next door.

There is a wooden figure in the room.

Gu Qing'e took out a pen, and literary energy surged around her. She used the literary energy as ink and the air as paper to write words in the void.

Soon, the character "战" (war) appeared in the air, and the moment the character was fully formed, it vanished like snowflakes.

This means the magic has worked!

Without stopping, she wrote the character "穿" (wear) in the air.

The instant the characters took shape, an illusory arrow materialized in the air and pierced the dummy in an instant.

Before Chen Zhuo could recover, another arrow suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

This arrow is just as powerful as the previous one.

"Did you see that? The first arrow had the effect of 'Pierce,' and the second arrow had the effect of 'Battle,' causing 'Pierce' to be released again."

Chen Zhuo stared in disbelief at the scene.

No, wasn't it supposed to enhance power? How did it become double casting? If I had known it would be like this, I would have chosen this one too.

Chen Zhuo asked his question, and his junior sister readily gave him the answer.

"Well, that involves the scholar's cultivation."

"The primary school students learn to master literature, while the scholars begin to delve into a particular literary skill."

"For example, my senior sister's 'battle' has reached the minor completion level, so it will naturally evolve different characteristics."

Upon hearing what his junior sister said, Chen Zhuo thought of his sun-character script, which had reached the level of mastery and was currently the script he was most proficient in.

"By the way, junior brother, do you know why those people were willing to take out their inkstones and ask you to give them a lecture?"

Hearing his junior sister's sudden question, Chen Zhuo was taken aback, as he had indeed not thought about this seriously.

"Could it be that they are studious?"

Gu Qing'e burst out laughing.

"What's so great about learning? If we're talking about learning, why would I choose to listen to you when there are so many ancient texts in the Tibetan Library that have been passed down to this day?"

Yes, why is that?

Although he thought his poems were excellent, that was only his own opinion.

It's impossible for him to just pick out a poem and have everyone kneel down to read it; that's simply unrealistic.

Suddenly, he remembered something: in the past, when the long night was about to begin, the county government would organize people to go out and exorcise demons, supposedly to reduce the defensive pressure when the long night truly arrived.

Could it be that the School of Humanities also engages in similar practices?

After telling my junior sister my guess, I received an affirmative answer.

"Junior Brother guessed correctly. The Academy of Arts organizes such an operation some time before each long night, with the aim of eliminating some threats in advance."

"And the operation is scheduled for three days from now."

After saying goodbye to his junior sister, Chen Zhuo felt a sense of urgency.

Three days later is the day to leave the city and exorcise the demon.

Previously, his image of the demons of the long night was only in books, but now he had to face them head-on.

It is worth mentioning that the demons of the long night and the demon race are two different species, a point that is specifically noted in the scriptures.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at the Tibetan Pavilion.

The guard of the Tibetan Library was an elderly man with white hair.

After his identity was verified, Chen Zhuo was able to enter smoothly.

The Tibetan Pavilion has four floors.

According to the old gatekeeper, students can only move around on the first and second floors.

Only after becoming a scholar can one ascend to the third floor.

Chen Zhuo was not surprised by this; it is reasonable for people of different status levels to do certain things.

For some reason, there weren't many people on the first floor, and Chen Zhuo was in a bit of a predicament as soon as he entered.

There are so many books in the Tibetan Library that I don't know what to do with them.

His goal was to find some high-quality books to equip himself.

But now he doesn't know where to look.

A key point is that not all books containing literary elements have grades.

As for how the determination was made, Chen Zhuo didn't understand either.

He first browsed through the first floor and found that it contained mostly strange tales and biographies.

After glancing at it briefly, Chen Zhuo got up and went upstairs.

The second floor is much smaller than the first floor, but there are many more people.

"This one isn't here, this one isn't here either, and it's not this one either."

Chen Zhuo scanned the bookshelf quickly, reading ten lines at a glance.

All I could see were books without any attributes.

Just as Chen Zhuo was about to give up, an attribute panel suddenly appeared in front of him.

[Tales of the Long Night (White): Reading this will grant information on the demons of the Long Night. Not equipped.]

Sure enough, perseverance pays off, and a slight smile appeared on his lips as he looked at the information above.

Although it's white, it's good enough.

Just as Chen Zhuo picked up the book, he heard a rough male voice from beside him.

"Junior brother, skimming through scriptures without understanding their meaning is not a good thing!"

Looking in the direction of the sound, a woman with long hair and wearing a light yellow dress stood there gracefully.

Chen Zhuo was a little confused and didn't know how to address him for a moment.

"This senior sister..."

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"You must call me Senior Brother!"

He smoothed his long hair from his forehead. "Let me introduce myself. I am Li Zhao, a student of Scholar Song. You can also call me Second Senior Brother."