It is said in the books of sages that it is easier to know than to act before you act.

Even the more advanced ones only emphasize the unity of knowledge and action.

But after finishing reading the book, the little junior sister never read the book again, but now she says... Act first and know later, knowing is difficult and doing is easy.

After hearing these words, Ouyang Rong suddenly understood why the sixth level of the Confucian sect after the book-turner was so interesting in the little Mo Jing's words.

Come back.

The ninth and eighth grades are collectively referred to as lower grade Qi practitioners.

Rank seven and six are called middle-grade Qi practitioners.

Further up, there is a top-grade Qi practitioner who can control Qi and rise into the air, and is known as the Grand Master in the world.

The gap between high-grade Qi practitioners and middle-grade Qi practitioners is even greater than the gap between mid-grade Qi practitioners and low-grade Qi practitioners.

But the sixth-grade Qi Practitioner, as the pinnacle of the middle-grade Qi Practitioner, is the mainstay of various manifest and hidden sects, as well as powerful families.

In some well-known martial arts, he even exists as a pillar on the table.

Just like the one-armed swordsman Ajie who failed in Taogu's quest for swordsmanship, he was also a sixth-grade swordsman. He worked hard in the streets of Chang'an and became famous early. He is one of the famous swordsmen in the two capitals of Guanzhong, and all the gangs in Guanzhong have to support him.

And if they were younger, like Xie Lingjiang who was born in a Confucian sect, Rong Zhen who was affiliated with Si Tianjian, and Lu Ya who came from Shangqing Sect, they would not only be the mainstay among the big forces, but would also be regarded as top-grade Qi practitioners.

Military reserve training.

However, there are huge differences between the same sixth-grade qi practitioners. After all, different paths follow completely different paths.

It is too difficult to advance from a middle-grade Qi Practitioner to a high-grade Qi Practitioner, so among the sixth-grade Qi Practitioners, some individuals with extraordinary talents and outstanding combat prowess will be recognized as minor masters.

Just like the eldest daughter Jun Xue Zhongzhu in Taogu Wenjian last year before she became famous all over the world, who in the rivers and lakes on the mountain didn't know that her sword energy soared into the sky, her killing power was the highest in the same realm, and she was the first person under the Grand Master?

At present, the little junior sister is less than twenty and has already entered the sixth rank of Confucianism, the realm of sages.

In the quiet and elegant boudoir.

Ouyang Rong caught a scroll thrown by Xie Lingjiang and briefly exchanged a few words.

Holding the ink stick in hand, I watched with great interest the figure of a beautiful woman in red clothes who walked out of the house.

She was about to open her mouth to tell someone a favor, but the next second, while she was looking at it, Miao Si felt a black shadow flash in front of her eyes, and her surroundings became empty.

Upon closer inspection, Ouyang Rong strode forward, walked to Xie Lingjiang, picked her up with a smile.

Then Xie Lingjiang, who had the same surprised look on his face, spun around a few times as if no one was watching, as if celebrating.

A certain saintly little girl who has just been promoted to the sixth level of sage and is still very warm, her red skirt is spinning and flying in the air, she is really beautiful, and combined with her uncontrollable smile at the moment, she looks like a blooming red rose.

Ouyang Rong hugged the warm plump body without hesitation, put the book back into Xie Lingjiang's hand, raised his head and said with a smile:

"You don't have to read the books, but you still have to read them. Translating and reading are two different things. You just gave Xiaoxuan a stack of books, but now you don't read them. Isn't there something wrong?"

The tone is joking.

The atmosphere in the small courtyard, which had been somewhat solemn and solemn at first, suddenly became light and relaxed.

"I didn't say I won't read. Well, turning over books and reading are always two different things."

Xie Lingjiang smiled lightly.

Ouyang Rong just held her thighs with both hands and lifted her whole body upright from the ground.

Brothers who often hug girls should know how intimate and sweet this action is, second only to that sideways princess hug.

Although he blushed slightly, Xie Lingjiang did not refuse at all, but instead wrapped his arms around his slender neck.

She lowered her head like a swan and looked into his dark eyes with bright eyes.

Ouyang Rong smiled again and asked tentatively: "A wise man?"

"Is there anyone who is still a low-grade person?" Xie Lingjiang tilted his head and blinked.

"That's one sword per sword." He nodded.

"Elder brother can't hold my clothes."

She clasped Ouyang Rong's neck with her thin arms, narrowed her eyes and continued:

"On the other hand, a certain sword holder has been caught by me. This is something that the female officials of the Si Tianjian only dream of."

Ouyang Rong sighed: "The attack power still needs to be improved."

After saying that, he suddenly raised his head and moved his face toward the holy and serious face that was so close.

Xie Lingjiang quickly leaned back to avoid it, but turned his head, his eyes wandering, not looking at Ouyang Rong, and even patted his forehead.

"Elder brother, don't move..."

"Hey, hey, hey, there's a spirit here! It's a bright world, it's in public, no flirting is allowed, can you all be more serious! Don't lead this fairy aunt into trouble."

On the piano table nearby, a little girl in Confucian attire who had covered her face and endured it for a long time jumped up and waved her hands, trying to attract the attention of a certain young couple who were not ashamed, muttering and strongly condemning.

Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang did not go to see her.

Xie Lingjiang's face returned to seriousness and calmness, and he gently pinched the flesh of his arm, which was holding the person's waist.

Ouyang Rong calmly put down the fragrant beauty in his arms.

Then he walked over, put away the piano case, put the unhappy Miao Si aside on the ground, and said with a smile:

"This is a private courtyard, why is it in public? Smart Mo Jing has long since learned to shut up and go out, and he closes the door in a smart and sensible manner."

"It's the Fairy Mo!" Miao Si corrected with a straight face.

Ouyang Rong rubbed her little head:

"You came late, so you may not be aware that the last one who claimed to be a female fairy has already been sent off by me and my junior sister."

"..."

After a while, under Ouyang Rong's "coercion and inducement", Miao Si reluctantly left Jingya Boudoir.

Ouyang Rong turned around and found that Xie Lingjiang had taken out a piano and placed it on the original piano stand.

Her red dress was fluttering, her expression was indifferent and leisurely, and she was adjusting the guqin with a pair of delicate hands. The setting sun fell on half of the guqin, which was half bright and half dark. At this moment, the autumn wind was blowing up the fallen leaves, and the half-yellow and half-green leaves slowly fell to the side.

In the misty hot springs.

"It's definitely different."

Ouyang Rong came back and sat down opposite her.

Xie Lingjiang raised his head and glanced at him, his face a little lost and he said:

"That moment was like being awakened from a deep sleep by a chestnut. Senior brother, I practiced qi at the age of eight. From a scholar, to a gentleman, and then to a book reader, I just turned over and over, got up, and walked out.

It's slightly cold at the door of the house, but I'm smiling at you sideways."

She paused in her words.

Ouyang Rong nodded and said concisely and concisely: "It is enough to hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening."

"I'm not going to die. I want to live well, and so do you." Xie Ling Jianghu said.

Ouyang Rong looked at her serious expression and suddenly raised his hand to knock her smooth forehead.

"What are you talking about?"

Xie Lingjiang tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears, looked away, and muttered:

"I am a wise man, so I will beat you again."

Ouyang Rong smiled:

"Look at it this way, you scholars who are at the sixth level of the Dao Lineage, after your enlightenment, your ideological realm has indeed improved quite a lot. Is this the case? The pattern of this Dao Lineage is huge."

Xie Lingjiang shook his head gently: "The sixth level of the scholar's path is actually more than just the sage."

"What do you mean?" Ouyang Rong asked curiously.

"Senior Brother, who said that scholars only belong to the Confucian sect? Throughout the ages, there are not only Confucian scholars in the world. In the past... there were hundreds of schools of thought from the pre-Qin period."

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows, and before he could ask, Xie Ling Jiang lowered his eyes and said:

"As far as I know, the sixth level of scholars, in addition to wise men, there are also... madmen and swordsmen and pen officials."

"Crazy man? Swordsman and penman?"

Xie Lingjiang nodded seriously:

"Well, different people read books and read thousands of books, and their experiences and insights are naturally very different. We Confucian scholars, when we read books, we found sages in one direction, and naturally some people found other directions. Madmen and swordsmen and pen officials are the other way around.

Two paths.

"Not all literati follow Confucianism."

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Is the sword and pen official the sixth grade of Legalist scholars?"

"Um."

"What about the madman?"

"I don't know. It's rare. I've never seen it." She shook her head.
To be continued...