After hearing this, Wang Qiaoer's eyelids jumped, and she couldn't help but say: "You scholars are bathed in the teachings of saints, don't you advocate kindness, tolerance, and repaying grievances with virtue? Why..."

Qiu Yan shook his head, and some memories of the past emerged in his mind, but they were sentences from the books he had read before, and he said: "Reading can correct oneself, can regulate qi and nourish the heart, but it must be empty and quiet, not just seeking kindness. If reading only talks about kindness, it is a fake." After saying this, Qiu Yan was stunned and thought about it.

After hearing this, Wang Qiaoer became more confused, but she also knew that she couldn't refute it, otherwise the consequences would be dangerous. She had to bite the bullet and take out a few pieces of silver from her arms and handed them over. Then she saw Qiu Yan finally stand up, and he hurriedly struggled to stand up, not daring to say more, turned around and left, limping and stumbling forward, looking back from time to time, like a frightened bird.

But before she had taken a few steps, her stomach suddenly growled. Wang Qiaoer trembled all over, slightly clamped her legs together, sped up, and disappeared around the corner.

Qiu Yan ignored him and weighed the silver in his hand.

"Wang Qiaoer has brought a lot of money with her, enough to buy a lot of rice and eat for several days."

The Da Rui Dynasty has been established for nearly 60 years, nearly 80 years, and has experienced four emperors. The price of rice is no longer one penny per dou of rice when Taizong pacified the north, but seven or eight pennies per dou of rice, which can last for several days. It can be seen that Wang Qiaoer has a lot of money on her.

At this time, Qiu Yan's aunt came from behind, with a puzzled look on her face: "Yan'er, I just heard someone knocking on the door and talking, is there someone coming?"

"Yes, someone is coming. A friend of mine owed me some money and just paid it back," Qiu Yan handed over the silver in his hand, "Aunt, I have a big appetite recently and I can't live without meat. I think I spent a lot of money. This little money is used to supplement the family expenses."

"No," the aunt hurriedly declined, "You need money to study."

"This money is not much, and it's small change. It's inevitable that people will bargain for it in the study. It's not as cost-effective as buying meat and vegetables. Besides, I also received a lot of money a few days ago, so I don't mind this little bit. You keep it. I'll go back to the room first. I haven't practiced calligraphy for a long time. I have time today, so I'll go to review it."

Finding an excuse, Qiu Yan stuffed the small change to his aunt and quickly went back to the room. He knew that once he put forward the excuse of practicing calligraphy, generally no one would disturb him.

After closing the door, Qiu Yan took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the corner and placed them on the table.

"When I was talking just now, an article emerged in my heart, and I naturally told Wang Qiaoer about it. As soon as I said it, my soul trembled faintly. And last night, the smoke of the calming incense mobilized the article in my memory, which actually strengthened my soul. There must be a mystery in it. Now is a good time to explore it."

Holding his breath and calming his mind, Qiu Yan's body has been reading and practicing calligraphy for many years. Although he has not achieved fame, he still has the skills to cultivate his qi and calm his mind. Soon his body and mind are calm.

After grinding the ink, he thought about it, picked up the pen and wrote the word "book" on the paper.

His words are square, not arrogant, and not too charming. As soon as the words are written, Qiu Yan himself feels a sense of restraint and compliance from them.

This is not an illusion. His soul can leave his body, which means he has entered the state of enlightenment of sexual cultivation. His perception is more sensitive than before. Although his soul is weak and does not show too many abnormalities, he is now calm and focused on his wrist, pen tip, and ink, so he can feel the artistic conception at the first time.

"It is too artificial. It seems that when I learned calligraphy in my previous life, I only learned the shape, not the charm and artistic conception. But I can only feel it. If I really want to write, it is just this level."

This thought turned in his mind, and Qiu Yan's mind returned to the words on the paper. When he was writing just now, he was concentrating on finding the clues of the soul's growth, but he didn't get any results, and the soul didn't move at all.

He frowned slightly, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to him.

"The soul trembled before because of emotions. The memories from the heart emerged. Combined with the scene when the incense was burned, could it be that the information in the memory can be used to infect the soul and mobilize emotions to work? In this case..."

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan calmed down again.

"Try to find something to mobilize the memory and emotions in my heart. Yes, I have it. I just learned about General Lang. Why not give it a try."

Just now, Wang Qiaoer came to blackmail and threaten, but Qiu Yan taught her a lesson and even got some information from her, gradually confirming his previous guess.

"The fact that the demons could cover up the village massacre proves that the demons have a certain amount of power in human society, and they even hide among the people and hold high positions. When I left Minyuan Mountain, I killed a lot of demons in one fell swoop. With the nature of the beasts, they must have tried every means to take revenge and find my traces. So..."

He raised his hand to change a piece of paper, picked up the pen again, and wrote it on the paper, writing it in one go-

"General!"

This word is straight and square, but it is not as restrained as before, but reveals a sense of urgency and crisis.

Trembling.

A faint light flashed in Qiu Yan's eyes, but he didn't care. He frowned and whispered softly: "A general is chasing us, and it's imminent!"

Before he finished speaking, the pen tip moved, adding three words on both sides of the word "general".

For a moment, four words appeared on the paper -

The way to control a general.

The three newly appeared words were still square, but they revealed a sense of exploration, as if the prime minister in the court and the master of literature were exploring the way to govern the world and the strategy to stabilize the country.

"The way to control and tame a general should be..."

Muttering softly, Qiu Yan exuded a strange aura all over his body, and the whole person was faintly separated from the room. In his eyes, the light flickered and became brighter, as if there were two stars hidden.

As his thoughts turned, his wrist also turned, and after the four words, he added another sentence -

It depends on how well you can control it.

This sentence was written with a hard and firm stroke. As soon as it fell on the paper, the ink penetrated the paper and stained the table.

The way to control a general depends on how well you can control it.

This is a sentence in the ancient book Tongjian, which means that the key and method to control a general is to master the power of reward and punishment.

This is a warning to the emperor and the monarch. At this moment, Qiu Yan followed his mind and wrote it down in one stroke.

At the moment when the sentence was completed, his body shook slightly, his eyes shone brightly, and a faint light shone from the top of his head, but it disappeared in an instant.

Qiu Yan's face, which was slightly pale due to fever, turned rosy at this time, and his spirit was obviously improved, and he looked energetic.

"It's true. Mobilizing the articles of sages in memory can really nourish the soul and strengthen the soul!"

He took a deep breath, and the index finger of his right hand holding the pen slightly raised, and joy appeared between his eyebrows.