Ouyang Rong was thoughtful.

Xie Lingjiang stopped preparing to play the piano impromptu and showed some memories on his face:

"Actually, it's not just the sixth level of scholars.

"From the ninth to sixth levels of the scholar's path, these four realms have had many ancient names since the pre-Qin Dynasty. They are similar to the sixth-level sages, madmen, and swordsmen and pen officials, and can take many different paths.

"But many of them have been lost as the various schools of thought have disappeared, or their books have been burned and destroyed by hostile forces. Even if there are some left, they have become a secret refining technique passed down from family to minority.

"Our Confucian sect, as the most prominent sect in the world, has gradually become the largest orthodox force that inherits the scholar's lineage. Confucian scholars are gradually connected with scholars, and various academies also have the most comprehensive path for advancement of scholars' lineage.

"Even some remaining scholars from various schools of thought were assimilated into the academy and began to merge. However, because the sixth grade is the last realm below the top grade, it is relatively important, so there are also a small group of swordsmen and pen officials and madmen.

The road remains in the world.”

Xie Lingjiang slowly explained. Ouyang Rong looked attentive. After listening, he couldn't help but ask:

"What about after the sixth rank, the fifth rank, the fourth rank and other high-rank realms are not important? Or is it that too few people leave, and the path to becoming a scholar from other schools of thought will be lost."

"No, there is no more after the sixth grade."

Xie Lingjiang shook his head.

"No more? What do you mean?"

She said seriously to Ouyang Rong, who looked a little surprised:

"I have asked my father and the academy master this question before. They said...the path after the sixth grade is the same for all schools of thought. They arrive at the same destination through different paths."

Xie Lingjiang paused and lowered his eyelashes:

"As for why, they said that as long as you know the true name of the scholar Wupin, you will understand."

"What is the real name of the fifth grade?"

"I don't know yet."

Xie Lingjiang shook his head:

"My father didn't say anything, maybe he didn't expect me to break through to the sage so quickly.

"Besides, it is a big realm from middle to high grade. It is a natural chasm. It is not comparable to the bottleneck in front. It is useless even after hard work. I don't know how many heads have been lost..."

Xie Lingjiang sounded emotional and added:

"I will send two letters tomorrow to my father in Luoyang and the headmaster of Bailudong Academy to inform you about your promotion to the sixth rank."

"good."

Ouyang Rong said with a smile: "Teacher will definitely be happy if he knows it, and he will have a few drinks in private."

"He dares?" Xie Lingjiang snorted, "Someone is watching. If he drinks secretly again, he will write it down in a small book to see if I can deal with him later."

Ouyang Rong covered his mouth and coughed, pretending not to hear that the teacher was a daughter slave.

He asked again:

"What is the difference between a wise man and a swordsman and a madman?"

"Qi refining techniques are different, and the direction of strength is naturally different."

Xie Lingjiang asked back: "Does Senior Brother know the Six Arts of Confucianism?"

"I know the six arts, etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and numeracy."

"The moral lineage of Confucian scholars revolves around these six skills."

Ouyang Rong reacted: "Junior sister's shooting skills seem to be very good. I remember that when we first met Long Cheng, she had a profound impact on people."

Xie Lingjiang nodded:

"Well, because archery is the main skill of an eighth-grade gentleman."

She stretched out her palms, gradually clenched them into fists, and said softly:

"Practice bow shooting and practice boxing.

"It is not unreasonable for sages to list archery as one of the six arts of a gentleman.

"When archery, a person's posture is upright and the muscles of the whole body are used. Only when the fist is steady can the arrow be accurate. Throughout the ages, in the army, those who can become horse archers or pull the highest stone bow in the army are all the most skilled soldiers. They have the ability to kill people.

Skills...

"The arrow hits the right mark, and the way of archery also symbolizes the way of a gentleman."

Ouyang Rong asked softly: "One product corresponds to one art?"

Xie Lingjiang nodded:

"A ninth-grade scholar is skilled in mathematics; an eighth-grade gentleman is skilled in archery; a seventh-grade book translator is skilled in calligraphy; a sixth-grade wise man..."

She paused in her words, and Ouyang Rong couldn't help but turn his head to look at the sudden silence.

I saw Xie Lingjiang's slender green fingers that had been stroking the body of the piano, suddenly lifting the strings.

Zheng——!

After a few string sounds.

Not far away from the two people sitting at the piano table, the hazy mist covering the eyes above the hot spring was shattered. Also shattered were the fallen leaves brought by the autumn wind in the mist, which were cut into neat pieces by some invisible blade.

of debris.

So in Ouyang Rong's field of vision, the flowers and courtyard wall at the rear that were originally obscured by water mist were revealed.

Ouyang Rong suddenly laughed:

"So what junior sister has mastered is music art?"

Xie Lingjiang nodded lightly.

He asked with great interest: "Wouldn't it be necessary to carry a piano with you from now on?"

"Who said that only the sound of the piano is the sound of music?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Before Ouyang Rong could say anything, Xie Lingjiang suddenly stopped playing the piano.

She sat upright in front of the piano table, making a fist with one hand and placing it flat in front of her lower abdomen.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, causing the courtyard to fall into silence for a moment.

But the next moment.

Ouyang Rong didn't know whether his ears had adapted to the sudden calm, or whether all sounds were amplified ten times in his ears.

The originally subtle and unpleasant sounds of shaking leaves, turning pages of books, and gurgling spring water came oncoming, overwhelming!

In the boudoir.

The strong wind was blowing everywhere.

The meaning of killing.

The hot spring water mist that had been rising continuously had completely dissipated, leaving no trace behind.

Ouyang Rong listened attentively for a moment and glanced at the volume of books that his junior sister had thrown away not long ago.

The wind is turning the pages of the book.

nodded.

"What a sound like a knife."

He sighed.
Chapter completed!