Confucian and Taoist Cultivation Starting from the Equipment Slot

The next morning, Chen Zhuo lay in bed with his eyes open, his face showing faint dark circles.

He didn't sleep well all night.

The progress of analyzing the Moon Chapter is slow, like an old ox pulling a broken cart, only increasing by a few points overnight.

However, I discovered another pattern: after the daily analysis was completed, each release became easier.

He guessed that the analysis only showed that he "knew" it, and there were other levels beyond that.

Just like proficiency.

He didn't know if his proficiency would still be there after removing the "Sun and Moon Scripture," but there were still a few hours left to cool down, so now was not the time to test it.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

A maid entered, wearing a dark gray cross-collar narrow-sleeved top and a matching long skirt.

Oval face, gentle eyes and brows.

This is his personal maid, named Qingluo.

Five years ago, the original owner saw that several playboys she played with all had personal maids, and she wanted to have one too, so she pestered Chen Tiansheng.

At the time, Chen Tiansheng was somewhat dissatisfied because the Chen family did not have the habit of keeping personal maids.

But later, for some reason, they still arranged one for him.

"Young master, this is a letter and a token from the master, saying that you should go to the Academy of Literature before 3 PM."

Qingluo spoke softly, placing the letter on the table beside her.

Chen Zhuo nodded. Shenshi means around 3 PM.

Then he saw his little maidservant habitually walk to the bedside, pick up his clothes, and prepare to dress him.

Chen Zhuo felt a little awkward, but he didn't refuse.

This has been how it's been for the past five years.

After getting dressed neatly, Qingluo brought in breakfast.

"Young master, this is breakfast specially prepared for you by the master. He said it is made from ten-year-old asparagus fern."

As she spoke, she held the bowl to his lips.

Seeing this, Chen Zhuo took the bowl directly, although this was the norm in the past.

But dressing him up was one thing, but feeding him was something he really wasn't used to.

"I can do it myself, you can go out now."

Although Qingluo looked somewhat puzzled in her bright eyes, she still obediently left the room.

After closing the door, she muttered something under her breath: "Young Master seems really different?"

Chen Zhuo looked at the fragrant bamboo soup and began to eat it heartily.

As the soup entered my stomach, a warm feeling spread, and my mind became clearer.

"As expected of soup made from ten-year-old asparagus fern, the effect is truly remarkable."

As far as he knew, this ten-year-old asparagus fern would cost five taels of silver.

Five taels of silver is enough for an ordinary family of three to live on for a month.

After finishing the soup made from ten-year-old bamboo (no, ten-year-old asparagus fern), he went to his study.

Yesterday he wanted to test whether this world was a place where literature and morality flourished.

Wouldn't that mean he could perfectly replicate all the classic works in his mind? After all, this world doesn't have the same kind of widely acclaimed masterpieces as his previous life.

At that moment, all sorts of possibilities flashed through his mind.

Is it that once a classic is written, the world changes in an instant? Or is there some mysterious force preventing one from writing it down?

After entering the study, Qingluo naturally went to the desk to grind ink without being told.

After a moment's thought, Chen Zhuo decided what to write.

"The six kings were defeated, and the world was unified. The Shu Mountains were leveled, and the Epang Palace arose..."

In my past life, my favorite thing was reading all kinds of classic books, and now it's finally coming in handy!

Chen Zhuo picked up his pen and wrote with increasing enthusiasm, finishing the entire piece in no time.

As the last word was uttered, Chen Zhuo opened his eyes wide, anticipating its change.

But the result was that the article was still the same article, without any changes.

Chen Zhuo tried to place it in the equipment slot, but there was no response.

At this moment, Chen Zhuo was completely embarrassed. "So, what part went wrong?"

"Wow, young master is amazing!" Qingluo exclaimed softly and clapped after reading Chen Zhuo's writing.

She provided a lot of emotional support to her little maid, but it didn't really help.

Chen Zhuo sighed silently. Had his dream of being invincible shattered before it even began?

"There's just one question," Qingluo said softly, "Young Master, where are Afang Palace and Mount Shu located?"

Hearing Qingluo's words, Chen Zhuo was startled.

I suddenly realized something: a classic is only a classic if it is passed down through generations. This kind of fictional work that no one knows about is just an ordinary article.

Having figured this out, Chen Zhuo felt somewhat relieved.

Next, just follow the steps and stop thinking about these unnecessary things.

He then calmed down and carefully read the books next to him.

……

Chen An was Chen Zhuo's little follower. Before Qing Luo arrived, he was the one who served Chen Zhuo.

After Qingluo arrived, he could only be responsible for external affairs, just like now.

After receiving an exquisite box from Wang Ershou, a servant of the Wang family, he went to the door of the study.

"Sister Qingluo, Wang Er asked me to bring this to the young master."

The young master didn't like anyone watching him while he was studying, so they usually waited outside.

"Wang Er?" Qingluo frowned, then remembered who that was.

The young master had taken her out before, so she naturally recognized him.

"What's inside? Has it been checked?"

"I don't know," Chen An said honestly.

"You didn't know?! You didn't know and just gave it to the young master? Didn't the master just instruct last night that all incoming items must be checked first?"

Qingluo said hurriedly, clearly very angry with Chen An.

"The master said the young master is different now, so naturally we need to be more careful!"

Just then, the study door opened, and Chen Zhuo came out.

Curious, I asked, "What are you two arguing about now?"

He had just finished reading a book and was about to go out for a walk when he saw this scene.

"Young Master, Chen An has brought things haphazardly again. Master just instructed him to do this last night, and he's already forgotten!"

Did your father give you those instructions last night? Upon hearing this, Chen Zhuo's heart stirred.

Is this to guard against external dangers? Or what? Considering his father's injury last night, Chen Zhuo had a guess in his mind.

"Young Master, I think Wang Er brought it over, and I assumed you knew, so..."

Chen An spoke softly, his tone tinged with guilt.

Upon hearing the name Wang Er, Chen Zhuo immediately knew what was inside the box.

Wang Pangzi's fox-tail pen.

"Alright, this is the last time."

Chen Zhuo said that the matter was over.

Upon opening the box, just as I expected, it contained a foxtail pen.

[Fox Tail Brush (White): Increases spell casting speed by 1%, equipment effect unknown]

The effect is just so-so.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the built-in effects of the fox tail pen and shook his head.

A 1% increase in casting speed is better than nothing, and he's now curious about what the effects of equipping it will be.

However, it cannot be equipped yet; we will have to wait a while longer.

Time passed quickly, and before we knew it, it was time to visit Scholar Song at the Academy.

Chen Zhuo didn't arrive at the appointed time; instead, he arrived at the College of Arts a while earlier than expected.

The official name of Qingshan Academy is Qingshan County School, but because it teaches literature and philosophy, it is often called the Academy.

Located in the north of Qingshan County, it covers an area of ​​about 20 acres and consists of three courtyards, rising gradually according to the mountain terrain.

"I've come to see Scholar Song."

Upon arriving at the entrance of the College of Arts, Chen Zhuo handed the token to the gatekeeper.

Generally speaking, these older gatekeepers are like hidden masters, who knows what kind of old monster they might be!