Confucian and Taoist Cultivation Starting from the Equipment Slot

After finishing their conversation, Senior Sister Zhao Xuelang and Second Senior Brother Li Zhao quickly left.

Chen Zhuo wanted to follow, but was stopped by her junior sister.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"?"

Chen Zhuo turned around and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Of course I followed them..." Before he could finish speaking, he realized that the two had already disappeared.

Damn it, he also wants that kind of literary skill!

"Look, these two have always been like this. When I was a student, they wouldn't play with me. Now that I'm a scholar, they still won't play with me."

Junior Sister Gu Qing'e's face was full of resentment.

"These two must be hiding something!"

Gu Qing'e said through gritted teeth.

"Hmm," Chen Zhuo echoed.

Actually, even without my junior sister saying it, anyone could see it.

There was something very wrong between the two of them.

"See, your senior sister is still the best, isn't she? She even knows how to mentor you. I never had what you have back then!"

After criticizing the two, Gu Qing'e turned her attention to Chen Zhuo.

So Chen Zhuo hitched a ride on his junior sister's "urgent" literary skills.

During this time, in addition to studying the scriptures, he also learned some tips on the use of literary style.

Take, for example, the transmission of words through literary expression.

"By the way, Junior Sister, could you explain your technique for writing the character '急' (urgent)?"

With nothing else to do on the road, Chen Zhuo asked about this question.

He wanted to see if he could learn from others' experiences to advance his analysis process.

"Junior brother, why are you asking this?"

Chen Zhuo truthfully recounted the story of the "Marching Diary" that his master had given him.

There's no need to hide this.

"Oh, this one!"

Gu Qing'e suddenly realized what was going on, and then revealed a mischievous smile.

"I've tried to understand this before, but I didn't gain anything. I never expected my master to give it to you."

After a few jokes, Gu Qing'e began to explain the literary techniques she was currently using.

"My spell is called 'Hurry,' and its effect is to grant a fixed movement speed boost upon activation."

"Its advantage is its fixed speed, which allows it to carry people along, like this; its disadvantage is that its speed is average."

Gu Qing'e paused for a moment, then continued:

"This literary technique was something I came to understand by chance during a conversation with someone while traveling in Shengtian Prefecture. It originates from the phrase 'The journey is hurried, and human relationships are bustling.'"

"It depicts a tragic scene of a small county town being breached during a long night of invasion, with people's morale collapsing and desperately fleeing for their lives."

"..."

Junior Sister Gu Qing'e spoke very earnestly from the side.

As Chen Zhuo listened to Gu Qing'e's story, he felt a sense of unease, and the "Marching Diary" that he had read many times before came to mind.

Then a line of poetry came to mind.

"The horse gallops swiftly like the wind, the bowstring twangs like thunder!"

He subconsciously uttered a low shout, and the word "fast" formed around him before quickly merging into the air.

The next moment, their speed increased several times over!

"Junior brother, have you achieved enlightenment?"

Seeing this, Gu Qing'e's mouth dropped open.

She had tried to comprehend the difficulty of this "Marching Diary" before.

As Song Zhiyuan's daughter and apprentice, although she didn't say it, she secretly considered herself a genius.

After all, she entered the ranks of Xiucai (a successful candidate in the county-level imperial examinations) at the age of 15, and at 18 this year, she has already scratched the surface of becoming a Juren (a successful candidate in the provincial-level imperial examinations).

It's estimated that she'll catch up with her father and become a successful candidate in the imperial examinations in just a few years.

Even she hadn't figured it out, but her junior brother had.

Could this be the legendary late-blooming genius?

Someone about my age has only scratched the surface of the literary and Daoist sequence, yet their comprehension is terrifyingly high.

My previous closeness with Chen Zhuo was partly due to my excitement at becoming a senior sister, but now it seems that my junior brother is truly extraordinary.

Chen Zhuo was naturally unaware of Gu Qing'e's inner thoughts.

All he knows now is that he finally has the ability to travel.

And it looks like it's working quite well.

It's a pity that it didn't resonate with the written language of heaven and earth, otherwise it would have been even more enjoyable.

Chen Zhuo examined the effects of his new literary technique.

[Literary Arts (Fast): Upon activation, grants a brief ghostly state and immunity to collisions for five seconds, followed by 300% movement speed until literary energy is depleted.]

"This doesn't seem to be a simple technique for getting around?"

Chen Zhuo stroked his chin, carefully examining the description.

The ghost state grants immunity to collision volume, which seems to be a combat-supporting spell, and the subsequent gain of movement speed is for traveling.

Combining the two makes it feel like it's stronger in some areas, but not quite enough in others.

The 300% movement speed is significantly slower than the fixed movement speed used by the junior sister.

Not to mention teleportation spells.

The creators seem to have sacrificed some mobility for the sake of combat.

"This creator is so greedy!"

Chen Zhu muttered to himself, and at the same time, he understood why this literary technique was so difficult to comprehend.

The creator is a genius, but also a bit greedy.

at the same time.

In a military camp on the outskirts of Shengtian Prefecture, a general wearing a velvet robe sneezed.

"Someone else has grasped my literary skills? He's probably just teasing me again. You look down on him now, but he'll thank me when he saves your life!"

"Report—"

A messenger brought news from outside.

"Reporting to the general, the demons of the Long Night have launched another counterattack!"

Upon hearing this news, he became serious.

"What about the demon race? Didn't they say they'd take the lead this time?"

"The demon race... the demon race sent a ragtag army, and now they've been completely wiped out."

"Those damned demons are so cunning! I knew they were unreliable. Send word to the entire army to be on high alert!"

……

When Chen Zhuo and Gu Qing'e arrived at their destination, it was just an empty campsite.

"Wow, junior brother, we're so fast this time! When I came here before, they had already prepared the camp and it was ready to use."

"This is the first time I've arrived this early!"

As soon as the junior sister finished speaking, a large group of figures appeared on the distant horizon.

They were dressed in official robes and exuded an air of solemnity.

"This is the Qingshan Army, which belongs to the county government and is the main force in this encirclement and suppression campaign."

The junior sister was explaining things from the side.

Chen Zhuo nodded, and just as he was about to say something, a familiar figure appeared beside him.

"The green hills remain unchanged, and the clear waters flow on forever. Brother Chen, we meet again."

Chen Zhuo looked over and saw a man carrying a folding fan with the words "a dragon and phoenix among men" written on it walking over as if stepping on thin air.

This person was Xu Yi, whom he had met before during the preliminary examination for the imperial examination.

When he landed, Chen Zhuo realized that he had someone else with him.

As soon as he landed, he vomited.

Chen Zhuo also remembered this person.

This person was named Zhou Ping, and he was the guy who took the preliminary examination with him before. Strictly speaking, he was also his classmate.

Zhou Ping kept vomiting without any expression, seemingly unable to stop.

Xu Yi watched him vomit with great interest.

Seeing him like this, Chen Zhuo couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Junior Sister is still the best!"

While the group was chatting, Qingshan Army arrived.

"My lords, please exorcise the demons first. We will take care of the camp construction."