I had a very fascinating multiple-choice question in my previous life. If I had to make a choice, which one would you choose for shit-flavored chocolate or chocolate-flavored shit?

This question drives many people crazy. No matter which one you choose, it will be a shadow of your life.

Song Gensheng was almost crazy at this moment. He wrote excellent lyrics, but his words were so ugly that they were so ugly that they chose a piece of shit-flavored chocolate and ate it.

Gu Qing narrowed his eyes, his eyes sprayed with murderous aura. After observing for a while, he found that Song Gensheng was not acting, but he really wanted to vomit when he saw ugly words.

What's wrong with this?

I don't know if a beating will cure...

Gu Qing hesitated a little, and then reflected on his hesitation.

Why should you hesitate? Of course, you have to beat me if you dare to insult yourself like this. If you don’t beat me, you will keep it for the New Year?

So Gu Qing stepped forward and beat him up. A complete set of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms came down. Song Gensheng was beaten so hard that he screamed. Song Gensheng's father was hiding in the room and was frightened. He watched his son be beaten, both heartache and timid.

Gu Qing didn't care so much. He was happy to be revenge in life. The person who provoked me was in danger...

After the violence, Gu Qing was still refreshed and Song Gensheng was dying.

"If you think it is a good word, just concentrate on praising it. Don't involve irrelevant topics. Will the ugly word provoke you?" Gu Qing was also a little tired and said with a heavy breath.

Song Gensheng said weakly: "I still don't understand... When did you learn to recognize words and read? You can also write poems. The long and short sentences you wrote are so wonderful. I really can't figure it out..."

"Born, do you believe it?"

"Don't believe it."

Gu Qing said in surprise: "Huh? He's not stupid anymore."

Song Gensheng was furious and then depressed: "I can't beat you, you can do whatever you say."

"Don't worry about such small things. Whether you can write poems or not is of no use to me. Poetry is just a path, and immersing too deeply will cause many problems that I hate and the problems of literati."

Song Gensheng was unhappy: "What are the problems of literati?"

"The literati are sour and corrupt, noble, arrogant, arrogant, low-minded, and stinky and cowardly. They are always far-sighted and pointing out the country. When the world is in chaos, they become fence-bearing again. They are called "Good birds choose trees to live in." Do you still want to hear it? I can open my mouth to say something about the literati for an hour without repeating it."

Song Gensheng was really a little angry: "Why are the literati as unbearable as you said? Literature is the most talented person, loyal to the emperor, worried about the country, not afraid of danger, and treats death as if he is home. This is the case with all the literati I know."

Gu Qing said strangely: "Why are you angry? Do you think you are a literati? You are just a parallel person."

Song Gensheng was shocked, then blinked hard with a confused look on his face and began to fall into a tangle. Yes, he is just a squat, why were he so angry just now?

Then Song Gensheng was shocked and reacted: "No, even if I have only been reading for a day, I am also a scholar."

"Does real scholars agree that you are a scholar?" Gu Qing asked his soul.

Song Gensheng was stunned again, his expression gradually became depressed.

Gu Qing looked at him and smiled: "Gensheng, do you still want to continue studying?"

"think."

"I will ask someone to bring you a book back, and you can read it yourself. Also, why are you studying? To govern the country and pacify the world, or to become an official?"

Song Gensheng hesitated for a moment and said, "If you want to govern the country and pacify the world, you have to be an official, and there is no conflict between the two."

Gu Qing said seriously: "Gensheng, your personality cannot be an official, and you will put you in danger."

"I want to apply what I have learned to benefit the people, be a clean official. Even if my temperament is inappropriate, I will not regret it even if I am in danger." Song Gensheng said firmly, and then smiled bitterly: "Just just say it casually. If you want to take the imperial examination, I am afraid I can't pass this level."

Gu Qing thought for a while and said, "There are more than one way to achieve the goal in doing things. You are just too stubborn. If you really want to be an official, wait for me, maybe I will have a solution."

"What can you do?"

"Being an official requires a scientific examination, but being a minor official in the government office does not need to be a minister. You should first cultivate reputation among local scholars. If you have reputation among scholars, some things will be easier to handle."

Song Gensheng smiled bitterly and said, "No reputation is so easy to develop. Although I have never interacted with local scholars, I also know that those with reputation are all knowledgeable and knowledgeable people. At my age, I don't read enough books, so how can I be qualified to develop reputation?"

Gu Qing sighed, "You are too stubborn and don't know how to adapt. You want to be an official. I always feel that you are jumping into the fire pit by yourself... Let me tell you a way. You can take out the words I just wrote, as you did, and show them in front of those scholars. I will also ask Hao Donglai and Shi Daxing to spend money to hire people to help you promote your reputation and build reputation. In fact, it is just to provoke public opinion. What's the problem?"

Song Gensheng blushed: "This is the word you wrote, how can I take it for myself? It's too shameless, I can't do it!"

"I have no interest in this thing, and keeping it is a waste. Why not just give it to you. Let me tell you another truth. If you want to be an official, it doesn't rely on knowledge or ability. The most important thing is to have a thick face. I, the original author, don't mind giving it to others. What's so ashamed of you? Even though I've taken it out and show it enough, I have some poems here, which are very good. I'll write some for you and you can continue showing off."

After patting Song Gensheng on the shoulder, Gu Qing sighed: "It is a good thing to have ideals. We are so young and cannot stay in the mountain village all our lives. We have to go out and go out in different ways. Although I don't agree with you as an official, you make your own decisions in your life and you don't need to listen to other people's advice."

After saying that, Gu Qing turned around and left. It was almost dark and he was so hungry that he wasted too much time on this matter.

Song Gensheng stood in dismay, staring at the song "Shuitu" in his hand unconsciously, his expression struggling and twisted.

Do you want to go out? Use other people’s poems to walk your own path?

Conscience and fame and fortune repeatedly torment his heart.

Sixteen-year-old Song Gensheng unexpectedly came to the crossroads of life. Gu Qing said, "Doing big things is not about minor matters." Conscience says, you are shameless. Gu Qing also said, your conscience is a big deal, so you stab it to death."

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It was already dark when Gu Qing returned home. When he pushed open the door, the light was lit in the front room. Gu Qing was startled and picked up a door bolt and approached the room carefully.

In the middle of the front room, the girl in white sat under an oil lamp, holding her cheek with one hand and playing with a small dagger with the other hand. It was like turning her pen in a bored manner when she was a child. The small dagger flipped rapidly in her hand, and the snow-white blade refracted the dim light. The cold light in the room was shining everywhere, as if she was in a discotheque in her previous life.

Gu Qing put down the door bolt and said unhappily: "Why are you here again?"
Chapter completed!