Nightwatcher Chapter 17: Daily Auntie

　　 "Duh!"

In the 　　 small courtyard, Xu Qi'an stood on the eaves, throwing a prismatic hidden weapon casually, but he didn't take aim seriously at all.

　　 accurately hit the wooden stake twenty steps away.

　　 This is not how brilliant Xu Qi'an throws hidden weapons, but... he is lucky.

　　 "I definitely have a problem with my body..." Xu Qi'an whispered to herself.

　　 He was lucky. For a month, he picked up a total of one or two silver coins, which is equivalent to half a month's salary.

　　 This amount of money is enough for an ordinary family of three, saving money for three months.

　　 The weirdest thing is that every time I pick up a penny, this is not luck.

　　 You don’t need to ask Yuanfang, you know it’s weird.

　　 "System Dad? Come out, don't hide and seek with me." Xu Qi'an tentatively asked.

　　The system ignored him.

　　 In the past month, he has made countless attempts to wake up the system.

　　 The facts tell him that there is no system at all.

　　How do you explain that weird luck?

　　 I can’t imagine that a non-herit like me, who has never won a lottery for five yuan from a young age, will one day evolve into a European emperor. But the emperor's life is extremely short... Xu Qi'an laughed bitterly at himself.

　　 One thing is certain, the original owner has no amazing luck at all. If he wants to have it, his aunt will not dislike him, and will treat him like an ancestor.

　　The whole family stopped struggling, relying on him to pick up money.

　　"This kind of gift from unknown origin is inexplicably flustered and unreliable..." Xu Qi'an sighed and said: "You can only take one step and see one step."

　　 Today, I am taking a break, Xu Qi'an jumped over the one-foot-high wall and went to the second uncle’s house for breakfast.

　　 The small courtyard where he lived was actually originally lived in by an old housekeeper of the Xu family, separated from the mansion by a wall.

　　 Later, the old housekeeper died, and the small courtyard was left unused until Xu Qi'an and aunt fell out and moved here angrily.

　　The original owner is a bull-tempered. He cooks three meals by himself on weekdays. The second uncle will occasionally bring wine and vegetables over the wall to find his nephew for a drink.

　　 Now Xu Qi'an doesn’t have to pay for the original owner’s obsession. If he makes breakfast by himself, he can’t get up. What a waste of money if you go out to eat.

　　 Isn’t it good to listen to the song in Goulan? It’s mainly because you can see the young ladies in tulle skirts shaking their ass.

　　.....

　　Inner Hall.

　　 The aunt, wearing a dark red dress with wide sleeves, saw Xu Qi'an come in, curled her lips, and drank the porridge.

Aunt 　　 is not the daughter of a big family, her father is a talented person, and she barely counts as a scholar, and her aunt has a lot of ears and eyes, and is reasonable. She has just accepted the kindness of her unlucky nephew and can’t open her face to drive people. Now the sweet nephew, she also opened one eye and closed one eye.

　　 Xiaodouding stood in front of the round stool. On the round stool was her breakfast, three meat buns, two fried dough sticks, a stack of side dishes, and a large plate of porridge.

　　 "Big Brother..." She yelled vaguely.

　　 "Why didn't I see the old one." Xu Qi'an asked.

　　 "Farewell to the old" is Xu Xinnian's word, and the word is a supplement to the name.

　　 "Closed in the room to write poetry." Xu Pingzhi said.

　　 Xu Qi'an sat down, Lu'e brought a bowl of porridge, six meat buns, a stack of acetic radish, and a bowl of tofu.

　　The martial artist in the refined realm has a much bigger appetite than ordinary people.

　　 When I reach a state of Qi training like my uncle, my appetite is not much different from ordinary people.

　　 can only be half full...Xu Qi'an glanced at Xiaodou Ding, with a gentle look: "Lingyin, can I divide the meat bun into the big brother?"

　　 Everyone glanced at him, the young girl in the family didn't care about anything, she just cared about what she was eating, and whoever grabbed food from her bowl, she would fight hard.

　　 "Don't!" Xiaodouding opened her arms as expected, as the little hen guarded her cubs, protecting the food.

　　"Don’t worry, brother will not let you suffer." Xu Qi'an picked up a meat bun, put it on her plate, and pointed to the four meat buns and said:

　　 "These four meat buns, do we all have a share?"

　　 Xu Lingyin pecked his head.

　　 "Should we split evenly?"

　　 Xu Lingyin tilted his head, thought for a while, then nodded.

　　"You have two steamed buns, and your elder brother has two steamed buns. Then, your eldest brother will give you half a fritter. Did you make a profit?"

　　 "Yeah." Xu Lingyin was tempted, feeling that he was making a lot of money, and smiled openly.

　　 Xu Lingyue: "..."

　　 Xu Pingzhi glanced at his nephew: (?_?)

Aunt 　　 angrily said: "How could I give birth to such a stupid girl as you, I am so angry with my old lady!"

　　 Xiaodouding felt aggrieved. She had earned half a fritters. Why did my mother scold her?

　　 At this time, Xu Xinnian came in, muttering words in his mouth, his eyes were out of focus, and he sat down while eating and thinking.

Aunt 　　 sighed, ignoring the stupid young girl, and caring about the promising son:

　　"Nian'er, what poems do well. People have strengths and inches are short. I don't care about the rumors of outsiders."

　　Xu Xinnian is good at policy theory, but poetry is a weakness.

　　 "Farewell, when can you break through and reach the eighth stage of self-cultivation?" Xu Qi'an suddenly asked.

　　 Xu Xinnian followed the Confucian path of practice. Yunlu Academy was founded by a major disciple of the Confucian sage, with a history of 1,200 years ago.

　　 is a holy place that scholars all over the world dream of.

The transcendent status of 　　 Yunlu Academy is not only that the founder of the school was a disciple of a saint, but the most important point is that it is the only academy that can practice Confucianism and Taoism.

　　 Ninth Grade of Confucianism: Resuscitation.

　　 resuscitation can only increase memory, ten lines at a glance, enhanced learning ability, but it is still the five scum of fighting.

　　 "I don't have a clue for the time being, the teacher said he wants to realize himself." Xu Xinnian shook his head regretfully.

　　"Can you refer to the Aperture Enlightenment State." Xu Qi'an said: "How is the Aperture Enlightenment State cultivated?"

　　Xu New Year’s recollection: “To memorize the saint’s classics upside down and turn them into one’s own use is the enlightenment state.”

　　 memorization is like a stream....The former needs to spend a lot of time to remember, the latter depends on a certain understanding. Xu Qi'an nodded thoughtfully.

　　 This is the same as the refining realm of the Wufu system, it is all years of simmering energy and blood, tempering the body.

　　 "If you are self-cultivating, do you have to train your body?" Xu Qi'an asked.

　　Xu New Year considered it, and said: "The Confucian in the state of self-cultivation is fearless, and can convince people in every word and deed, and inspire fighting spirit. I try to reverse the method of practice from the ability of self-cultivation. ."

　　"Did that succeed?"

　　 Xu New Year pretended not to hear him, and turned his head and said to his mother; "An elder in the academy has gone to Qingzhou. The journey is far away. The students in the academy will see him off tomorrow and give him poems."

　　Speaking of this, Xu Xinnian said in distress: "I haven't written a farewell poem yet."

　　 Xu Lingyue said in a low voice, "Second brother has no poetry talent."

Aunt 　　 glared at her, and said displeased: "Your second brother is so talented and poetic, I just didn't take it to heart before."

　　 Xu Pingzhi scratched his head: "Just write a few sentences, I think the poem you blurted out that day is very bold."

　　 "Kuku Kuku..." Xu Qi'an laughed.

　　 Xu New Year’s mouth twitched, and he stiffly changed the subject: “That elder is a famous scholar who is very good at poetry. Those who saw him off were all talented poets. In addition to his respect for the elders, I have saved the idea of ​​making contacts."

　　"If it can be appreciated by the senior, it will be of great benefit."

　　 Yes, I finally want to make contacts.

　　Xu New Year's heart is arrogant, and he always talks about ‘gentlemen’s friendship as light as water’ and ‘gentlemen’s friends but not party’.

　　After experiencing this crisis, he finally realized the benefits of PY trading.

　　 Xu Qi'an is very pleased as the elder brother.

　　 can make Jiro who is not good at poetry work hard to make friends, he should be a big man... my aunt is anxious: "How can this be good."

　　Xu New Year said helplessly: "Mother, the article has become a wonderful hand by chance. The same is true of poetry."

After 　　, he said with emotion: "If I could make friends with this senior in the literary world, I might be able to save you from the prison, and there would be no way to ask for help."

Aunt 　　 suddenly frowned. She cared more about her son's future than anyone else.

　　 The real Confucian scholars have a strong character, giving money and gifts does not work, you must do what you want, so that people feel that you are worthy of friendship~IndoMTL.com~ I like you.

　　 Xu Pingzhi frowned, "Your grandfather is like you, only writing articles, no poetry talent."

Aunt 　　 was not convinced, and the beautiful willow eyebrows raised: "What do you mean. It's my father's fault?"

　　"It is my Li family's credit to be admitted to Juren in the New Year, because he followed me. Look at the ringtone, it just followed you, and I haven't been enlightened yet."

　　Xu New Year and Xu Lingyue look like their mothers, and their good looks are jealous. Xu Lingyin's little beanie has five senses that follow his father, so it looks silly while cute.

　　 Xu Ershu was speechless.

　　 Xu Qi'an is not convinced: "Auntie, what you said is wrong. According to you, I mean my Xu family is stupid?"

Aunt 　　 doesn't understand what gene is, she sneered: "If you were studying materials, you wouldn't learn martial arts."

　　 With Xu Erlang's stinky temper, he wanted to take the initiative to py, the status of the senior of the college should not be low. Erlang's contacts are my contacts, and my contacts are still mine, so I have to help him. Xu Qi'an's thoughts flickered, thinking about the masterpieces that could be used as farewell poems in previous lives.

　　 Although I don’t plan to mix with the scholars, why not use resources reasonably for benefits.

　　 Soon, he had an idea in his mind and locked a poem.

　　 Xu Qi'an took a bite of the meat bun hardly: "Writing a poem, right? Today I make my aunt know that everyone in my Xu family is talented."

　　 What he has to consider now is whether this poem is too good. You know, the poems that can be written in textbooks are all handed down works.

　　PS: This chapter is almost three thousand words, which means I am not short.