So Qiu Wuhen has already made preparations in his mind. From the rural examination papers of that year, he can know what the topic of that year is? Then based on this topic, he can find relevant eight-legged essays written by predecessors. Of course, they are all from the past dynasties.

, look for similar test papers among the test papers with numerous eight-part essays and titles on the gold list. As long as they are related to it, all the test papers are found, and then arranged according to the relevant ranking.

Qiu Wuhen only needs to print them one by one and let them figure it out. These are all centered around the topic, but they do not directly hit the topic. In this way, even an expert like Linghu Ding cannot know what they are going to practice now.

The questions to be tested in the future do not directly involve the question itself, but after repeated training around the questions, when you actually encounter this question, you will naturally be able to grasp it and write like a fountain. Just like this time, the academy exams for talents

Likewise, the reason why these two idiots were able to get third place and first place in the exam was all thanks to the eight-part essay that they concentrated on one argument for more than two months.

Qiu Wuhen immediately wrote out a sample essay that Yao Gulu had arranged for him in public. This time Tang Yan watched carefully from the side. Qiu Wuhen wrote in another font. This font could not be seen as

Which one? But he also has his own uniqueness. After finishing the composition, Qiu Wuhen put down the pen and said: "You study this article for the next two days, and I will write a new one after it is finished."

Seeing that Qiu Wuhen was about to leave, Tang Yan stopped him again. A pair of beautiful big eyes said to Qiu Wuhen: "Sir, can you use another calligraphy style that you wrote to write this model essay? It's my favorite.

That font."

Qiu Wuhen knew that what she said she liked most was the calligraphy of Dong Qichang, a great calligrapher during the Wanli period of the late Ming Dynasty. Dong Qichang never wrote this related eight-legged essay, at least not in the Yaohulu search?

Of course, Qiu Wuhen couldn't directly deny that he couldn't write, but shook his head and said: "Why do you need two copybooks to write? It won't taste like it when you write it. Besides, aren't you just practicing calligraphy? I'll give it to you.

You write another copybook. The eight-legged essay focuses on writing, and I only require neatness. In fact, from an aesthetic point of view, his calligraphy art is not that good, and calligraphy must pay attention to beauty."

"The eight-part essay exam requires neatness. In order to let them see clearly how to write the eight-part essay? So I have to work neatly and write it out stroke by stroke in block letters. I can't use imaginative and unrestrained methods. I focus on echoing each other. The whole calligraphy

The beauty of the layout will not be taken into consideration. This is actually useless as a calligraphy practice. You should copy a real calligraphy work to achieve this effect."

Qiu Wuhen's words sounded plausible and quite reasonable. Several people nodded after hearing this. Tang Yan was also very embarrassed. After thinking about it, she said: "What you said is really reasonable. Maybe I just lack this."

That’s why the written words have no aesthetic feeling. In that case, thank you sir, please help me write a calligraphy font, and I will use it to copy."

Next Qiu Wuhen picked out a masterpiece from the calligraphy left by Dong Qichang and wrote it down with a flurry of movement. This is a piece of running script, and it is indeed written with a smooth and fluent movement of the brush and a blend of changes.

After this calligraphy was written, others only thought it was beautiful, not famous. Linghu Ding was stunned when he saw it, and his voice of admiration was trembling, and he said: "Sir, this calligraphy is close to the Tang Dynasty."

The skeleton of the calligraphy and the graceful posture of the Song and Jin calligraphy can be called the authenticity of ancient times, which is admirable. This calligraphy was unmatched by anyone at that time. At least I met all the people at that time, and no one could compare with it.

Sir, let’s not say that the article is wonderful, but this word alone is enough to stand out from the crowd.”

Tang Yan has been fond of calligraphy since she was a child. She knows that as a woman, she does not seek any fame in her life, but rather devotes her love to calligraphy and painting. Therefore, she is particularly interested in calligraphy and painting, especially calligraphy. She has seen many famous artists.

Copybook. But now that I saw Qiu Wuhen handwriting this calligraphy, I was so stunned that I was so stunned that I was speechless.

Qiu Wuhen said: "Are you okay?"

After shouting twice, Tang Yan recovered from the shock and let out a long breath. Tang Yan sighed sadly and said: "When will I be able to write such a beautiful handwriting as sir? I will only be afraid in this life."

Don’t count on it.”

Qiu Wuhen smiled and said: "Don't worry, no one can write well right from the womb. As long as you work hard, you are still young! There are plenty of opportunities. Keep going, I am optimistic about you."

After saying that, she waved her hand and walked away. Tang Yan's body was completely shaken. After a while, she clenched her fists and said, "Since sir values ​​​​so much of me, I will definitely live up to his expectations."

The next day Qiu Wuhen came to the temple and started his daily work. However, he soon discovered that his job was to have no work, because there was nothing that violated the precepts. He could eat wine, eat meat, and find women. What other precepts could he have?

What about the violation? So he stayed idle all day, staying in the office, and no one dared to bother him. The bald monk came several times, nodding and bowing to report that they had inspected the entire temple, and everything was normal. Everyone

They all behaved themselves, and no one violated discipline or rules, so everything was peaceful.

This continued for three days. Qiu Wuhen was really tired of sitting, so he started to wander around the temple. As expected, the bald Taoist and a few disciples followed him, shouting and crowding, and everyone knew him wherever he went.

He bowed respectfully. Although he was wearing a Taoist robe, he was followed by a bald monk. Everyone knew it was him at first sight. Even those who didn't know him had heard it, so they all kept their distance.

Stay far away so he doesn't catch you.

It would be tragic to become the target of the first three fires when a new official took office. Qiu Wuhen stayed around for a few days and felt really bored, so he simply sat on a chair next to the temple in the main hall and gave guidance with the temple.

He is a shriveled old man in his fifties with gray hair, but he has a kind face and smiles on everyone he sees.

The resident of this temple, whose surname was Liang, was very respectful to Qiu Wuhen. When Qiu Wuhen sat next to him, he was at a loss. As soon as Qiu Wuhen spoke, he immediately stood up and replied. Qiu Wuhen was so annoyed that he had no choice but to give the order in the end.

If he dared to stand up again, he would be punished. Then the temple resident sat down obediently. The main responsibility of the temple resident was to interpret people's signatures, and to instruct people to burn incense. Donations should be registered in the merit book and given to the person in charge of money management.

Taoist priest, this financial accounting system is pretty good.

Sitting with the temple dweller, Qiu Wuhen felt that the work in the temple was not so hard, because there were many fun things to do, and you could meet all kinds of people here. Some came to seek official positions, and some

Some come to seek wealth, some seek marriage, some seek children, and of course many come to seek medical advice or pray to Buddha for medicine because of illness. Such patients generally do not come directly to the temple, but stay at home, and

Many of them are very sick and cannot be seen by the patients, and they only come to seek medical advice, not medical treatment.

Until Qian Jinzhi came, Qian Jinzhi had been busy these days. She opened a small medicine shop in the market town and hired two doctors to treat patients there. Then she ran to the temple herself and brought

A doctor who was sitting in the temple set up a stall outside the temple to treat people. Qiu Wuhen told the temple residents that anyone who came here to ask for medical advice could recommend them to go to the door to see a doctor after the ceremony. After all, there are some diseases that need to be treated.

Decoctions and medicines can solve the problem, you don't have to invite ghosts and gods.

No one in the temple would dare not listen to Qiu Wuhen's words. After hearing these words, there was no shortage of people at the clinic booth at the door.

Of course, it is limited to patients who come to see the doctor. If the patient is too ill to come back, they will not give him treatment. If he is from a market town, he can go out to see a doctor at home, and contact the pharmacy in the town to see him at home.

Qian Jinzhi didn't want to sit at the door and accompany the doctor. Instead, she took a stool and sat next to Qiu Wuhen. Together with Qiu Wuhen, they watched people coming and going in the hall, offering incense and asking for fortune-telling.

Qiu Wuhen didn't know how to tell fortunes. The Taoist priests who lived in the temple knew how to tell fortunes, whether it was measuring horoscopes, reading palms, or even grinding bones, and they all spoke the truth, which really impressed Qiu Wuhen.

On this day, a few people came to offer incense and worship the Buddha. After asking for lots, they sat in front of the temple resident and asked to donate money. When the temple resident saw the money, he suddenly took a breath and asked, "What do you want to ask?"

There was a young couple in front of them. The girl was crying, but apart from lack of sleep, she seemed to be fine. There was an old man behind him who was sighing and looking at the temple with a sad face.

The man spoke for help: "We are here to interpret dreams. I have nightmares continuously. Please give me some advice from the Taoist priest."

"Oh, what did you dream about? Tell me."

The man wanted to talk again, but the temple owner pointed at the young woman next to him: "Little lady, this is your nightmare, isn't it? You should describe it yourself. I know you and your husband said it, but I

I still need to ask some details, it would be more accurate for you to tell me."

The woman sobbed, wiped her tears and agreed, saying: "I have been dreaming about my mother-in-law for the past few days. She strangled my neck so hard that I couldn't breathe, really."

Qiu Wuhen was sitting next to him. He had noticed that there were indeed bruises on the woman's neck, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused. However, when the temple resident was interpreting the signatures, he would not interrupt and listened quietly.

Miao Zhu stretched his head to look at her neck, nodded and said: "Sure enough, the injury was serious. Could it be that some bad guy used incense to charm you, pretended to be your mother-in-law and pinched you? You just happened to do this again.

Dream?"

Qiu Wuhen looked at the temple blessing and thought that you can write online novels. This idea jumps so fast and is so imaginative.

The man shook his head and said: "You are not such a Taoist priest. My wife screamed in her sleep and woke me up. I saw him squeezing her neck with his hands, tightly. I quickly pulled her hand, but she couldn't.
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