Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 521 Bi Mawen

Zhu Wuyao didn't answer the question; instead, she handed the pen to Mingzhu and changed the subject:

"Study poetry well."

Although Mingzhu was curious, she didn't press the matter. She took the calligraphy brush from Sister Wu, looked at the scattered papers on the table, and exclaimed in admiration:

"Sister Wu is truly knowledgeable and well-informed!"

"Like a virtuous person who possesses the Way, one does not deceive even in a dark room."

Zhu Wuyao smiled and said, "This is the 'Ode to Fireflies,' a classic text that speaks of virtuous people who, even when alone, will not betray their conscience."

Mingzhu wrote on the Xuan paper and nodded, saying:

"I also want to be a person with a clear conscience!"

Shen Anzhi, standing to the side, remained expressionless, seemingly not believing that such "teaching" could defy fate. He slightly tilted his head and said:

"Li, the city management officer, and Lord Su are here again. This little courtyard is quite lively today."

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Cold comes and summer comes.

In the sixth year of the bet, two important events occurred.

First, Mingzhu will be participating in the assessment by the Urban Management Bureau.

If one can make the list and get into the top three, one can get a position. Even if one does not get into the top three, if one is outstanding in character and learning and has the academic title recognized by the Star-Picking Tower, one will be treated with courtesy wherever one goes. There are only four "examination papers" positions left in Li Chengguan's hands.

The second major event was that Lu Youqi successfully guided Qi into his body.

After spending countless amounts of gold and silver to acquire spirit stones, pills, and herbs, Lu Youqi finally felt his first trace of spiritual power after six years.

He laughed wildly, looked up at the sky, and walked into the courtyard to kowtow three times in gratitude to heaven and earth.

"Six years, it really is six years, just like it was written in the book, hahahahahaha!"

"I, Lu Youqi, am the chosen one. I will trample immortals and mortals under my feet and stand at the pinnacle!"

From that day on, Lu Youqi was blessed as if by divine intervention.

His cultivation level rose at a speed that surpassed even the most outstanding talents in the cultivation world. He continuously gathered scattered cultivators from all sides and consolidated them into his own power.

While the four factions were engaged in fierce infighting, his power, "Huan Qingtian," quietly grew stronger amidst the chaos.

Until he got everything he had ever looked up to.

Lu Youqi swaggered out of the wealthy mansion, his disciples carrying out chests of gold and silver jewels, and clutching a scroll in their hands. The mansion's owner was pleading desperately.

"Immortal, immortal, this is something passed down from my ancestors..."

"Go away!"

Lu Youqi, holding the scroll of secret manual in his hand, impatiently kicked it, and the wealthy man stumbled backward, spitting out blood.

Immediately, a disciple stepped forward and brought a silk handkerchief to wipe Lu Youqi's shoes.

Those who had been watching the commotion at the entrance immediately knelt down upon seeing the immortal's anger, and the surroundings fell silent. Lu Youqi slightly raised his chin, his disdainful gaze sweeping over the crowd, and said:

"I, the Immortal Grandfather, have been commanded by Heaven. When I have accomplished my mission, all of you mortals will be able to share in the new world that I have cleansed!"

"What I take from you today is something you should offer in return. Otherwise... while I fight and kill, do you ants expect to reap the benefits?"

Lu Youqi became increasingly brutal.

Recently, he suddenly discovered that his cultivation progress had slowed down slightly.

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In the small courtyard.

Shen Anzhi suddenly asked:

"I haven't read the ending of 'The Reclusive Master,' so why is Chen Ke's Qi cultivation considered his biggest mistake in life?"

Zhu Wuyao recalled her past life, and she smiled and said:

"A monkey who becomes the Keeper of the Heavenly Horses can never become the Great Sage Equal to Heaven."

Sun Wukong is an unexpected variable, an outlier who transcends the Six Realms and is not bound by the Five Elements, a demon oppressed by immortals, and also a rebellious figure with a clear banner.

Having become the Keeper of the Heavenly Horses and one of the immortals, he no longer felt it was unfair, no longer felt bullied, and even enjoyed the prestige that immortals could enjoy...

What else is he rebelling against?

Fortunately, Sun Wukong is a monkey with a truly rebellious spirit.

But not everyone is a rebellious person.

After Chen Ke drew Qi into his body, he fell into the cultivation system. Thus, he was no longer detached or different. Chen Ke had an upper limit and was subject to the constraints of the system of rules.

He will instinctively protect the interests of the immortals.

This is why immortals regard mortals as ants and remain forever high above them.

When mortals who have been oppressed become immortals and gain power, they will attribute the humiliation they once suffered to personal grudges, which are the enmities between immortals. After taking revenge, of course, they will enjoy themselves.

People in the cultivation world are not stupid, so the ending of "The Reclusive Master" was changed, it became a banned book, and he disappeared without a trace, forced to "be critically ill".

A monkey who becomes a stable boy will never become the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

Even if a thousand or ten thousand more people are unwilling to accept this, they will still not amount to anything.

Shen Anzhi put down the book in his hand and asked, "What is Bi Ma Wen? What is the Great Sage Equal to Heaven? A monkey... a demon?"

I will not reply unless invited.

Mingzhu is currently taking the assessment, and with cultivators supervising him, there is naturally no chance of cheating.

But she knew it still wouldn't be fair. When one examination hall opened, people from all directions gathered, and even those with higher cultivation than Li Chengguan came to ask Li Yan to arrange a place for their clan's children.

Li Yan was a smooth talker, but also a cowardly and timid person. As a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, he had many unavoidable circumstances.

Moreover, in the past six years, in order to bury arrays, hide talismans, and build teleportation arrays in various towns under her jurisdiction, she has not been entirely clean. She has embezzled silver from the treasury and used spirit stones allocated by the Star-Picking Tower. It is too easy for her to be found out about her mistakes and be reported.

Besides, if people are sent in, those cultivators will give them a large sum of spirit stones.

A few days before the exam, Li, the city management officer, brought over some wine and happened to run into Mingzhu there.

She stared at Mingzhu for a long time, drinking her wine in silence, and finally gave him a piece of advice: "I have seven positions and seven exam papers to fill. If you can be in the top three, I will give you an important position."

In the end, only three positions were "fairly" contested by students from all four regions.

Several years have passed, and Mingzhu is no longer so naive.

With just that one sentence, she figured out the underlying reason, drank with Li, the city management officer, and then locked herself at home to prepare for the exam.

During the drinking session, Zhu Wuyao remained silent, only noting down the names of a few people mentioned by Li Chengguan.

After the person left, she picked up her sword.

But Shen Anzhi stopped him.

It was only said that before the deadline of the bet, Mingzhu's fate should not be disrupted.

Zhu Wuyao sat in the courtyard. Her divine sense could not penetrate the examination room, but it was fused with the purple energy and was unrestricted.

Under Mr. Cui's tutelage, and through the subtle influence of Zhu Wuyao's small courtyard, and by listening to Li Chengguan and Su Daren discuss official business, Mingzhu's knowledge was solidified.

She writes with divine inspiration, and all her strategies are substantial. Having lived in poverty for many years and witnessed the coldness and warmth of human relationships, she was fortunate to have a good teacher who broadened her horizons in her small courtyard and helped her understand the crux of the problem.

"It is better to govern the whole country than to govern a small town."

Shen Anzhi, like Zhu Wuyao, was also imbued with purple energy, allowing him to peer into the world without hindrance.

Beyond policy essays, the poems and lyrics for filling in the blanks and breaking the theme all point to "the changing times." Shen Anzhi smiled and said:

"In this small courtyard with hanging poems, there are two poems: 'The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze' and 'Who first saw the moon by the river?' Mingzhu picked up his pen several times, intending to use these poems as the title, but gave up because he felt he could not surpass them."

"I never expected to run into you here again."

"The poem 'Who first saw the moon by the riverbank?' has only been seen by three people in the courtyard and has never been seen in public. Junior Sister Zhu... do you think she would steal the poem?"

Zhu Wuyao firmly shook his head:

"She doesn't know how, but Miss Cui and I have taught her very well."