Chapter 20: Illusion in the Book

Seeing Zhang Yang being defeated, Pang Renzhai couldn't help laughing.

This kid also makes a mistake.

However, Pang Hui, who was standing beside him, walked over and explained to Zhang Yang with a smile: "Junior brother, why don't you thank my grandfather quickly. You have to know that this copybook is worth a thousand gold! Even if I want to copy this copybook on weekdays, it is quite difficult."

Zhang Yang naturally knew the preciousness of this copybook in his hand.

The handwritten copybooks of the right prime minister of the dynasty were enough even if they were used as heirlooms by aristocratic families.

At that moment, Zhang Yang hurriedly bowed to the end, thanked Pang Renzha deeply and said, "Thank you for your kindness and love!"

"It's okay! It's okay!" Pang Renzha smiled and said, "You are my closed disciple, so what's the point of a copybook?"

As he said that, he looked at Pang Hui with a red glow on the side and said, "Hui'er, your junior brother will first enter the courtyard and explain to him how to copy the copybook later! He took it to randomly think about it, which may be harmful!"

After saying that, Pang Renzhai ate fried bean sprouts on his own and enjoyed the wine and ignored the two of them at all.

In order to avoid disturbing the old man's ambition, the two had to go to the study room.

Zhang Yang also realized that this copybook was not simple, especially after being reminded by Pang Renzha.

In fact, Zhang Yang, who has been powerful and powerful in the back of paper since ancient times, originally thought that it was just an exaggeration, but never thought it was true.

You should know that although Du Ruhui was the right prime minister of the dynasty, he was not a great Confucian scholar. According to the Confucian ranks, he was actually just a Jinshi.

But even a Jinshi's copybook weighs about 100 kilograms, so what about other great scholars?

Wouldn't that really reach a level of tremendous weight?

For a moment, Zhang Yang thought a lot, and in this extraordinary world he once again felt his insignificance.

Zhang Yang was still thinking, but he heard Pang Hui’s questioning.

"Junior brother, do you still want to learn to copy the calligraphy?"

As soon as he entered the study, Zhang Yang, the dead liar, began to daze, forgetting his senior sister, which made Pang Hui very depressed.

"I think, of course I think!" After coming back to my senses, Zhang Yang hurriedly said, "Aren't I shocked and frightened by this gift from my mentor? You don't know, where did I see such high-end products when I was born in a farmhouse? By the way, senior sister, you just said that Du Xiang's copybook is worth a thousand gold, is it really worth a thousand gold or is it fooling people?"

"Hmph, I'm so poor that I don't know how to be poor!" Pang Hui was about to be madly angry by Zhang Yang. The copybook written by the dignified Jinshi is not worth a thousand gold? It's a joke!

If you really sell it with a price of 100 yuan, I wonder how many people are rushing to buy it!

He gave Zhang Yang a angrily glance and Pang Hui said, "Forget it, let me tell you about copybooks! In fact, Confucianism is similar to Taoism, Mohism, and even martial artists. Take martial artists as an example. Practicing skin, practicing bones, breaking the orifices until breaking the air is a complete system. Confucianism starts with a child's life, and is a scholar, a juren, a Jinshi and a great scholar.

Of course, there are wise men and saints above the great Confucians, but these powerful people are legendary figures and no one has seen them. There are only eight great Confucians living in the Tang Dynasty and my grandfather. They are called the Eight Confucians of the Tang Dynasty, and they are Jinshis under the great Confucians. Our country has only been established for more than ten years, and in addition, Emperor Yang of Sui of the previous dynasty opened the imperial examination, the total number of Jinshis in the two dynasties was only hundreds. This is still considered dead. Do you still think Jinshi is worthless now?"

Although Confucius was established in the Warring States Period and had been passed down to the Tang Dynasty for more than a thousand years, there was no such thing as imperial examinations in the past.

Often, although Confucian students can nourish their energy, they are much weaker than Taoism, military schools such as military schools in terms of force.

Therefore, since the Sui Dynasty, warriors have dominated both in the court and in the secular world.

However, it changed during the Sui Dynasty.

In order to break the ban on culture by the family clans, Emperor Yang of Sui established imperial examinations, so as to connect with Confucianism with the spirit of the king, thus allowing the combat effectiveness of Confucian children to be broken through and subvert the situation of military personnel as respect.

From Emperor Yang of Sui to the Zhenguan year of this dynasty, it took only a few decades. The imperial examination was divided into the "Three A" according to the grades of the grades.

Only three were awarded the "Jinshi" in the first class, the first place was the top scorer, the second place was the second place, and the third place was the Tanhua.

The second grade awarded 36 "Jinshi" titles, implying the number of Tiangang, and the first title is commonly known as Chuanlu.

There are 72 corresponding Earthly Demons who are given "the same Jinshi" in the Three Jias.

In other words, the full amount of the scientific examination once every four years is only 111 Jinshi, which means that there are 72 Jinshis.

Therefore, it is not just empty talk to Pang Hui for not many Jinshi.

However, Zhang Yang was still a little confused and couldn't help but ask again: "Even if there were only a hundred Jinshi in the current dynasty, one person would write one hundred posts, right?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Yang smiled embarrassedly and continued: "Of course, these adults may be busy with official duties on weekdays, but even if they can't post one day, they can do it every ten days, right? Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, that's more than 3,000 posts."

Zhang Yang did not finish the following words, but the meaning was already very obvious.

There are 3,000 posts a year, and over the past decades, there have been at least tens of thousands of posts in the Tang Dynasty. How can such a large amount of money be called a post?

Of course, Zhang Yang did not say that Du Ruhui's copybook was worthless. On the contrary, he felt that the copybook, with the reputation of the right prime minister of the dynasty, should be very valuable, but it should not reach the level of a thousand gold coins.

"Hmph! Do you think the copybooks of Jinshi are all bean sprouts you make? Write as much as you want?"

Pang Hui was speechless.

"Isn't it?"

"The saint read thousands of books, and he wrote like a god! This god refers to the spirit!" Pang Hui struggled to take the copybook in Zhang Yang and put it on the desk to open it, pointing to the words on it and said: "How easy is it to write spiritual words? Writing at one time almost drains the writer's integrity, and it will take several months to restore it. But you don't think about it. There are many foreign races outside the pass and monsters are causing chaos. Which Jinshi dares to exhaust his integrity just to write a copybook?"

As she said that, she pointed to the copybook again and said, "This copybook is still the King of Man ascended the throne. The King of Man needs a copybook to teach the princes. Only then did Du Xiang use up his righteousness to write a post for it. Otherwise, there would be no such treasure than the wise men who were taught from great scholars of other dynasties. I say that such a precious thing is worth a thousand gold, but not just a thousand gold?"

Zhang Yang couldn't help but talk secretly.

He didn't expect that a mere copybook would be so precious. If it were as Pang Hui said, it would be a treasure that would never be exchanged for.

Following Pang Hui's little hand, Zhang Yang accidentally looked at the copybook.

However, after seeing this, he felt a powerful aura rolling towards his eyes.

This feeling is like a towering mountain, which makes people unable to admire, and it is like a vast ocean that makes people penetrate into it.

Before Zhang Yang could react, he saw an old man in his fifties standing proudly in front of him.

I saw its eyes slightly piercing, and suddenly a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and at the same time he finally moved.

The brush instantly became bigger and the word "mountain" was written on the high altitude.

In an instant, the word "Shan" was suddenly made of golden light, and the majestic feeling just now became even more powerful.

This is not over yet. Then another word Ji appeared under the character Shan, and then it was connected into a word Qi!

Immediately afterwards, another word for "媺"...

Zhang Yang only felt that there seemed to be endless pressure in the strokes, and it seemed that there was a mysterious rhythm, which made his hands unable to help but start to describe it according to the copy.

The figure moved faster and faster.

The pressure on Zhang Yang is getting stronger and stronger.

Until the whole sentence was finished, the whole sky became vast.

Countless warriors marched and fought on the vast grassland, changing constantly like a movie.

At this time, it was actually a thing of the past, and a trace of passionate and flaming heroic feeling arose from the pressure.

Even Zhang Yang had the urge to go into battle to kill the enemy with voluntary urge.

But this feeling just flashed, and then he saw in the sky: "Why don't you say you are a comrade, and you have eight golden characters with this comrade.

This is the garment in the Book of Songs!

Zhang Yang's face was already pale, but he was struggling to hold on.

Just watching eight words, he has reached the brink of endurance.

Just when Zhang Yang was still trying to read it, he had already left the mystery just now. In front of him was still the copybook, which clearly stated that it was said that "no clothes are not available?" Wang Yu raised his troops and repaired my spear. He had a grudge with him......

"Well, it's not bad! I didn't expect that you, a guy, could enter the book so easily. It seems that he is still a little capable!" Pang Hui looked at Zhang Yang in surprise. It took her half a month to enter the book's illusion for the first time.

But even so, he was praised by his grandfather as a genius.

But...what is it that when you first read the copybook and go directly to the illusion in the book?

A genius or a monster?

However, Pang Hui could not tell Zhang Yang that if this dead liar knew about it, he would not be able to hold his tail up to the sky?

"The illusion in the book?" Zhang Yang's heart moved and finally had a basic understanding of what he had just seen.

It turns out that the magical scene inside is called the illusion in the book. No wonder a Jinshi needs to exhaust his whole body of righteousness to write it.

Although he had just looked at it in a hurry, Zhang Yang had already realized that his righteousness, which was like a trickle, had grown a little stronger, and seemed to have gained more insights into the original familiar knowledge.

Of course, in addition to this, there is also his experience in calligraphy. Just now, every move of the figure and the pen was carved in his heart like carvings.

"Well, simply put it, it is an illusory world that the writer himself experiences! By entering it, you can understand the writer's state of mind and calligraphy skills. However, for you, you should only improve your calligraphy skills. After all, you have not become a child and cannot nourish your energy in your body."

Pang Hui actually felt sorry for Zhang Yang. If Zhang Yang was a Tongsheng and had his genius understanding to cultivate his energy from now on, he would have been ahead of countless scholars.

You should know that one day earlier, you will have a better advantage, and you will be able to accumulate strength and make a lot of money as you accumulate.

However, Pang Hui continued to ask: "Then how many words did you see in the illusion in the book just now?"

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