Confucian and Taoist Cultivation Starting from the Equipment Slot

"You've really put your heart into this. You actually managed to get the materials we use to practice our sect's techniques ahead of time. I was thinking of rushing to Shengtian Prefecture to get you a copy."

Song Zhiyuan shook his head, a hint of surprise in his voice.

She quickly calmed down afterward.

These demonic materials are not exactly common in Shengtian Prefecture, but they are not rare either.

It's just that the terrain and the approaching long night make it a bit troublesome.

Hearing Song Zhiyuan's words, Chen Zhuo felt a sense of absurdity.

The demon materials he had sought in vain simply came into his hands naturally.

"Very well, since you've obtained the demon materials yourself, I'll pass on the cultivation technique to you ahead of schedule."

After speaking, Song Zhiyuan took out a gilded calligraphy brush from his side.

The brush danced in the air, and golden ink spilled out, eventually forming two large golden characters: "Scroll".

Then a scroll unfurled in the air.

"Go in!"

Song Zhiyuan gave a soft chuckle, and Chen Zhuo's entire body flew inside uncontrollably.

Not long after, footsteps were heard outside the tent, and Gu Qing'e peeked in.

He then looked around in confusion.

"Father, where is Junior Brother? I clearly saw him come here earlier."

Hearing this, Song Zhiyuan said irritably, "Stop acting, he's inside comprehending the cultivation technique! Wasn't it you who gave him the demon materials?"

Gu Qing'e was a little confused when she heard Song Zhiyuan's words.

What does "the materials she gave to the demons" mean?

"Father, we haven't been back to Shengtian Prefecture for ten years. Where would I find any demon materials?"

"To correct you, it's not 'we,' it's 'you.' I think I can make a round trip within two days."

"But Father, are you really going to go back like this, all quietly?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhiyuan paused for a moment, then slowly picked up the wine glass next to him and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Yes, it's been ten years since I came to Qingshan County..."

Seeing his appearance, Gu Qing'e couldn't help but say:

"Father, if you just apologize to Master and write an article saying you know your theory is wrong, wouldn't it be easy for him to transfer you back to Shengtian Prefecture?"

"No, my theory is not wrong!" Song Zhiyuan became excited when he said this.

"I still believe that this newly opened domain, the Dongshi Domain, is the original origin of the literary path, even before the First Emperor promoted the literary path."

"Then what about the evidence?" Gu Qing'e couldn't help but ask.

Song Zhiyuan remained silent. If he had evidence, would he still be here? Wouldn't his article have already spread throughout the country by now?

Then a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, actually I've figured it out a long time ago. So many years have passed just like that. I'm a little reluctant to part with every blade of grass and every tree in Qingshan County. Shengtian Prefecture is really just like that."

"What's wrong, girl? Don't you want to go back to Shengtian Mansion for a visit?"

Gu Qing'e shook her head, "Here, the eldest senior sister, the second senior brother, and the junior brother are all doing well. Besides, Sheng Tian Mansion doesn't have any designs on us."

"Yeah, I don't have any particular thoughts," Song Zhiyuan said in a low voice.

Inside the scroll.

Chen Zhuo stared in astonishment at the scene before him.

Pavilion, green hills, and flowing water.

It resembles a static landscape painting.

If he hadn't experienced it firsthand, he would never have imagined that this was actually a world depicted in a painting.

Then a question popped into his mind: "So what about the cultivation technique? He came here to comprehend the technique, not to sightsee."

Chen Zhuo looked around and realized that this was indeed a landscape painting.

With a spirit of inquiry, Chen Zhuo walked to the pavilion not far away. At present, the pavilion was the only place that might contain the cultivation technique.

The pavilion offered a great view, with all sorts of scenery in sight, but Chen Zhuo had no interest in admiring the view at the moment.

After a careful search, he finally found a scroll in a corner.

[The Record of Revelry in Mountains and Rivers (Blue): A cultivation technique, reflecting the understanding and insights of a great cultivator of the Literary Path gained from observing mountains and rivers. It records a method of cultivating the Literary Path. Can be equipped.]

"!!!"

"It's a blue-quality scripture, and most importantly, it can actually be equipped!"

However, he quickly calmed down and did not rush to equip it.

After all, he is still inside his master's painting. Once he puts on the equipment, it will take 24 hours before he can take it off, which would be difficult to explain later.

After calming down a bit, Chen Zhuo tried to flip through the documents, only to find them completely blank.

Chen Zhuo rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He must have seen it wrong. How could something of blue quality be blank?

The book was closed and reopened, but nothing had changed; it remained blank, which puzzled Chen Zhuo.

So, which part of the process went wrong?

Chen Zhuo put down the book and rubbed his head, feeling somewhat exhausted.

Do all writers like to deliberately mystify things?

While pondering, he suddenly slapped his forehead. "Oh right, how could I have forgotten that!"

He then took out some unknown demonic materials from his person.

The previously dormant demon materials became abundant within the scroll space, and a faint fragrance wafted out.

"Is it going to be eaten?"

No one told him any precautions when he came in, so he can only act on instinct now.

After a moment's hesitation, he decided to trust his instincts.

He took the demon materials and swallowed them whole.

The demon ingredients melt in your mouth, have a faint milky aroma, and taste sweet; it's quite good.

As the food entered my stomach, a warm current surged through my entire body, and then this warm current began to gather in my mind.

The next moment, he saw the landscape before him, which had been still, begin to evolve on its own.

The green hills are pulsating, the rivers are flowing, and everything before our eyes is changing.

A sudden realization dawned on me.

It's not that the travelogue of mountains and rivers lacks content, but rather that it possesses a certain charm; the true content lies in one's own inner observations, thoughts, and insights.

It only provides direction; as for how to move forward, everyone has their own way.

He then understood why people usually only learn about martial arts techniques at the level of a scholar (xiucai), because it requires extensive reading!

Fortunately, what he had in abundance since he had transmigrated was his extensive reading; classic poems and prose from China's millennia-old past life surfaced in his mind.

Various experiences of traveling through mountains and rivers flashed through his mind.

The contents of the travelogue about mountains and rivers gradually became apparent.

"Literature is like mountains and rivers. The secret of mountains and rivers lies in their adherence to nature. When people observe the heavens and earth, mountains and rivers, plants and trees, insects and fish, birds and beasts, they often gain something because their thoughts are profound and all-encompassing."

"Where the land is flat and near, many will travel; where it is rugged and far, few will arrive. Yet the most wondrous, magnificent, and extraordinary sights in the world are often found in rugged and remote places, rarely visited by people. Therefore, only those with a strong will can reach them."

"..."

"Therefore, I observe mountains and rivers and gain literary inspiration from them; this is the way of literature through mountains and rivers."

When the scenery disappeared from his eyes, Chen Zhuo found himself out of the painting.

The contents of "A Record of Leisurely Travels in Mountains and Rivers" were firmly imprinted in his mind.

He subconsciously looked at his hands, and to his relief, the book tube had come out with him as well.

"Not bad, you're quite talented; you've grasped it so quickly!"

Song Zhiyuan nodded slightly as he looked at Chen Zhuo's figure.