Confucian and Taoist Cultivation Starting from the Equipment Slot

"All irrelevant personnel, please leave!"

A horse-drawn carriage gradually appeared at the end of the road.

"I hear this is the new dean of the Faculty of Arts. I wonder how long he can last this time. The last one left after only a few months, and the one before that died suddenly after only a few months!"

"Hey, who knows? We'll just have to see if this guy has the ability to stand up to the Wang family."

"Shh! Do you want to die?! Everyone knows the entire city belongs to the Wang family! They have spies both inside and outside the city!"

The conversation among passersby abruptly ended after mentioning the Wang family.

This was a great pity for Chen Zhuo.

He wanted to find out more information.

However, after learning that the person in the carriage was the Dean of the Academy of Arts, a bold idea popped into Chen Zhuo's mind.

Judging from the fact that the other party came to this old and dilapidated place to be the dean, he must be someone who feels his talents are not being recognized or something.

Perhaps this way we can sneak into the city.

Since this isn't the real world, there's no harm in trying something bold.

After sensing the literary energy within his body, Chen Zhuo felt even more confident.

He can still demonstrate all the abilities of a scholar.

When the carriage approached, Chen Zhuo maintained a safe distance, then his body surged with literary energy as he slowly stepped into the center of the official road.

The surrounding literary atmosphere surged and took shape, and as his clear voice rang out, the literary atmosphere also combined into characters.

"A thousand miles of yellow clouds darken the daytime; the north wind blows, geese fly amidst falling snow."

"Do not worry about having no friends on the road ahead, for who in the world does not know you?"

Words surrounded him; this was a new skill he had just acquired as a scholar.

After Chen Zhuo was promoted to Xiucai, he discovered that he had gained several new abilities.

These are: literary expression, the transformation of words into objects, a field of righteous energy, resonance with the literary tradition, and speed reading.

What he is showing now is a combination of literary talent and the ability to bring ink to life.

Practicality is only one aspect; the key is that it looks cool and is eye-catching.

The moment Chen Zhuo blocked the carriage on the road, the guards beside him were about to step forward and drive him away.

However, most of them were still beginners in martial arts and posed no threat to Chen Zhuo.

He waved his hand, and all the soldiers around him dispersed.

At that moment, a faint voice came from inside the carriage.

"Young friend, what brings you to block my way?" At the same time, his aura emanated faintly.

He is the eighth scholar in the imperial examination system!

Chen Zhuo frowned slightly. The script was different from what he had imagined. Normally, the other party should not ask him who wrote the poem and then he should answer accordingly.

Did you become familiar with each other after a while?

But he didn't hesitate too much and replied:

"I am embarking on this journey to gain experience and to discuss the principles of literature with scholars from all over the world."

Chen Zhuo came up with a rather sophisticated reason.

The sounds from inside the carriage paused for a moment, and just when Chen Zhuo was about to be disappointed, a calm voice finally came through.

"Please come to my carriage for a chat, young friend."

Upon hearing the voice, Chen Zhuo did not hesitate and strode towards the carriage.

The surrounding soldiers had no choice but to make way for them.

As soon as Chen Zhuo stepped into the carriage, he discovered that there was more to it than met the eye.

Although it looks like an ordinary carriage from the outside, it has a two-bedroom, one-living room layout inside.

But what surprised him even more was the appearance of the person in front of him.

It's clearly Song Zhiyuan in his younger days!

Upon seeing Chen Zhuo's appearance, especially the surprise in his eyes, Song Zhiyuan instantly made a judgment.

An ignorant genius from a small town.

The reason for the lack of knowledge is that this technique can be mastered at the scholar level by comprehending the literary concept of "space".

Even if the effect wasn't that obvious, it shouldn't warrant this surprised expression.

A genius is someone whose poems and lyrics truly demonstrate a certain talent in the realm of literary intuition.

Suddenly, he noticed that the scholarly aura emanating from Chen Zhuo was somewhat familiar.

"Young friend, do you travel by mountains and rivers?"

Chen Zhuo's mind was racing, and just as he was wondering what was going on, he heard Song Zhiyuan's voice.

"My old friend has a discerning eye; I am indeed following the path of mountains and rivers."

Chen Zhuo considered his tone carefully before answering.

His title was not made up on the spot; it is recorded in detail in literary classics: "Nowadays, people call juniors 'little friend' and juniors call seniors 'old friend'."

Since Song Zhiyuan addressed him as a young friend, he should naturally address him as an old friend.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Chen Zhuo's affirmation, Song Zhiyuan silently shook his head.

Another incompetent master. Walking the path of mountains and rivers should make it easier for him to comprehend spatial arts.

Spatial arts should be mastered by every landscape scholar who has reached the level of a Xiucai (a scholar who passed the lowest level of the imperial examinations).

Although it doesn't significantly improve combat abilities, it's extremely useful in other aspects.

Indeed, in his view, since the person in front of him had reached the level of a Xiucai (a scholar who passed the lowest level of the imperial examinations), he must have had a teacher.

Chen Zhuo was completely bewildered, not understanding why his unknown master was shaking his head.

Is there anything you regret?

Just as he was about to speak, a head suddenly peeked out from the doorway.

"Father, who's here?"

When Chen Zhuo saw this, he was immediately shocked. Wasn't this his junior sister, Gu Qing'e?

But why does she call Song Zhiyuan "father"?

To be honest, Chen Zhuo didn't know much about his junior sister, and she never talked to him about her background.

I never expected our relationship to be like this.

So why do they usually try to cover it up?

And why is the junior sister surnamed Gu, while the master's surname is Song? What's the reason behind this?

In a flash, Chen Zhuo reacted swiftly.

"And who is this young lady?"

"Oh, this is my daughter."

Then he turned to Gu Qing'e and said, "Qing'e, bring some fruits and vegetables to my young friend."

Qing'e, as expected of my junior sister, Chen Zhu thought to himself.

Gu Qing'e lowered her head, quickly brought over a plate of fruits and vegetables, and then left just as fast.

Seeing this, Chen Zhuo smiled slightly to himself, never expecting his junior sister to be so cute when she was little.

At this moment, Chen Zhuo understood that he was currently in the time when Song Zhiyuan had just entered Qingshan County.

This must be the scene that Junior Sister is thinking about, but she doesn't know why she came here.

But no matter what, the key point should be on the junior sister.

Now that I've found my senior sister, I should see her a lot in the future.

"May I ask where you studied, young friend?" Song Zhiyuan asked, trying to draw Chen Zhuo's attention back to him.

Chen Zhuo felt a little like laughing, but he held it in.

So he used the theories that Song Zhiyuan would teach him ten years later to talk to Song Zhiyuan in the present.

After some discussion.

Song Zhiyuan felt he had met a kindred spirit, and the more they talked, the more he felt that this guy was a perfect match for him.

Fate is truly a wonderful thing.

Time flew by as they talked, and before they knew it, the carriage had come to a stop.

Song Zhiyuan looked at Chen Zhuo.

"Would you be willing to become a teacher at Qingshan Academy?"

Chen Zhuo nodded and accepted the task.

"It is an honor."

Hearing that Chen Zhuo had agreed, Song Zhiyuan was overjoyed.

"I'll come with you later to take care of some business. Tonight, have Qing'e prepare a good meal, and we can have a good chat!"