"Tsk!"

In the courtyard, Xu Qi'an stood on the eaves and casually threw a sharp-edged hidden weapon, without even aiming properly.

But he still accurately hit the bullseye of a wooden stake twenty steps away.

It wasn't because Xu Qi'an's throwing technique was particularly skillful, but because...he was lucky.

"There's definitely something wrong with my body..." Xu Qi'an muttered to himself.

His luck was too good. For a whole month, he had only picked up one or two coins, which was equivalent to half a month's salary.

This amount of money was enough for an ordinary family of three to live on for three months.

What was even stranger was that he always picked up one silver coin, which couldn't be explained by luck alone.

Even without asking Detective Yuan Fang, he knew that there was something fishy going on.

"System dad? Come out, don't play hide-and-seek with me." Xu Qi'an probed.

The system didn't respond.

In the past month, he had tried countless times to awaken the system.

The fact was that there was no system to begin with.

How could he explain his strange luck then?

"I never thought that someone like me, who has never won anything with five yuan lottery tickets, could one day become a lucky person. But the lifespan of a lucky person is extremely short..." Xu Qi'an laughed bitterly at himself.

One thing was certain: the original host didn't have amazing luck. If he did, his aunt wouldn't have despised him and treated him like a god.

The whole family gave up on striving and relied on him to pick up money to make ends meet.

"This mysterious gift makes me feel uneasy..." Xu Qi'an's eyes became serious as he sighed. "I can only take it one step at a time."

Today was his day off, so Xu Qi'an flipped over a ten-foot-high wall and went to his second uncle's house for breakfast.

The small courtyard he lived in used to be the residence of an old housekeeper of the Xu family, just a wall away from the main house.

After the old housekeeper passed away, the small courtyard was left vacant until Xu Qi'an had a falling out with his aunt and moved in.

The original host had a stubborn personality and always cooked his own meals. His second uncle occasionally brought food and wine over the wall to have a drink with his nephew.

But now, Xu Qi'an didn't have to pay for the original host's stubbornness. If he cooked his own breakfast, he wouldn't be able to get out of bed. If he ate out, it would be a waste of money.

Isn't it nice to listen to music and watch the girls in thin gauze skirts at the theater?

...

In the inner hall, Aunt Xu, dressed in a dark red wide-sleeved dress, saw Xu Qi'an come in and sneered, lowering her head to drink her porridge.

Aunt Xu wasn't from a wealthy family. Her father was a scholar, barely qualifying as a literati. She had been influenced by him and was quite reasonable. She had just accepted her unlucky nephew's kindness and couldn't bring herself to drive him away. As for this "don't bully the poor young man" nephew who now had a good life, she just turned a blind eye.

Xiao Douding stood in front of a round stool, with her breakfast on it: three meat buns, two fried dough sticks, a stack of side dishes, and a large bowl of rice porridge.

Martial artists in the refining realm had much bigger appetites than ordinary people.

But when it came to Uncle Xu, who was in the Qi refining realm, his appetite was not much different from that of an ordinary person.

He could only eat half-full...Xu Qi'an glanced at Xiao Douding and said in a gentle voice, "Lingyin, can you give your big brother a meat bun?"

Everyone looked at him. The youngest girl in the family didn't care about anything except food. If anyone tried to take food from her bowl, she would fight them to the death.

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"No!" Xiao Douding immediately opened her arms, protecting the food like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

"Don't worry, big brother won't let you lose out." Xu Qi'an picked up a meat bun and put it in her plate, pointing to the four meat buns and saying,"Are these four buns something we can all share?"

Xu Lingyin pecked at her head.

"Shouldn't we divide them equally?"

Xu Lingyin tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded.

"You two buns for me, two buns for big brother, and big brother will also give you half a youtiao. Didn't you make a profit?"

"Um." Xu Lingyin was caught up in the rhythm and felt like she had made a big profit, smiling from ear to ear.

Xu Lingyue: "......"

Xu Pingzhi gave his nephew a glance: (¬_¬)

Auntie was angry and said, "How could I give birth to such a stupid daughter? It makes me so angry!"

Xiao Douding felt very wronged. She clearly earned half a youtiao, why did her mother have to scold her?

At this time, Xu Xinnian came in, muttering to himself, his eyes unfocused. He sat down and ate while thinking.

Auntie let out a sigh and ignored the foolish little girl, turning to her successful son with concern, "Xinnian, why are you writing poetry? Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, don't pay attention to what others say."

Xu Xinnian was skilled in strategy, but weak in poetry.

"Cijiu, when will you break through to the eighth rank of the body refining realm?" Xu Qi'an suddenly asked.

Xu Xinnian followed the path of Confucian cultivation. Yunlu Academy was founded by the great disciple of the Confucian sage, and has a history of 1,200 years.

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

The transcendent position of Yunlu Academy is not only because its founder was a disciple of a sage, but also because it is the only academy that combines Confucianism and Taoism.

The ninth rank of Confucianism is the opening of the mind.

Opening the mind can only increase memory, enhance learning ability, but still be a weak fighter.

"I currently have no clue. My teacher said I need to enlighten myself." Xu Xinnian shook his head regretfully.

"You can refer to the opening of the mind realm. How is it cultivated?" Xu Qi'an asked.

Xu Xinnian recalled, "Reciting the classics of the sage backwards and using them as one's own is the way to open the mind."

Reciting backwards...using as one's own...the former requires a lot of time to memorize, while the latter depends on a certain level of insight. Xu Qi'an nodded thoughtfully.

This is the same as the refining realm of the martial arts system, which is the result of years of hard work and physical training.

"Then for body refining, do you also need to train your body?" Xu Qi'an asked.

Xu Xinnian thought for a moment and said, "A Confucian in the body refining realm has no fear in his heart. Every word and action can convince and inspire others. I try to reverse engineer the cultivation method from the abilities demonstrated in the body refining realm."

"Have you succeeded?"

Xu Xinnian pretended not to hear and turned to his mother, "An elder from the academy has gone to Qingzhou on official business. The journey is long, and the students of the academy will send him off tomorrow and present him with a poem."

At this point, Xu Xinnian was distressed, "I haven't written the poem for the send-off yet."

Xu Lingyue said softly, "Second brother has no talent for poetry."

Auntie glared at her, displeased, "Your second brother is talented in poetry. It's just that he didn't care about it before."

Xu Pingzhi scratched his head, "Just write a few lines. I think the sentence you blurted out the other day was very bold."

"Kukuku..." Xu Qi'an laughed out loud.

Xu Xinnian's mouth twitched, and he awkwardly changed the subject, "That elder is a world-renowned great scholar and extremely skilled in poetry. The students who will send him off are all talented in poetry, and they hope to establish connections with him."

"If he can appreciate my poem, there will be many benefits."

Finally, he thought of making connections.

Xu Xinnian was proud and always talked about "the friendship of gentlemen is as light as water" and "a gentleman has friends but not factions."

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

Xu Qi'an, as the big brother, was very pleased.Being able to make friends with the Second Young Master who is not good at poetry should mean that he is a big shot... Auntie panicked: "What should we do?"

Xu Xinnian helplessly said, "Mother, articles are naturally born with a talent. Poetry is the same."

After speaking, he sighed, "If I could have made friends with this senior in the literary world at the beginning, maybe I could have saved you from prison and not have to beg for help."

Auntie suddenly looked worried, she cared more about her son's future than anyone else.

A true scholar has integrity. Giving money and gifts won't work. You have to cater to their interests and make them feel that you are worth befriending and worth their attention.

Xu Pingzhi frowned, "Your grandfather was like you, he could only write articles and had no talent in poetry."

Auntie was not happy, and her beautiful eyebrows raised, "What do you mean? Is it my father's fault?"

"If Xu Xinnian can pass the imperial examination, it is all thanks to my Li family, because he followed me. Look at Lingyin, she followed you and hasn't been enlightened yet."

Xu Xinnian and Xu Lingyue inherited their mother's appearance and had good looks that made others jealous. Xu Lingyin, on the other hand, inherited her father's features, making her cute but also a bit silly.

Xu Er Shu was speechless.

Xu Qi'an was not convinced, "Auntie, what you said is not right. Are you saying that our Xu family's genes are stupid?"

Auntie didn't understand what genes were and sneered, "If you had the potential for studying at the beginning, you wouldn't have gone to learn martial arts."

Even though he didn't plan to enter the world of scholars, he wouldn't refuse to use resources to gain benefits. Xu Qi'an quickly came up with an idea and locked onto a poem that he could use as a parting gift.

Although he didn't plan to join the ranks of scholars, he wouldn't refuse to use resources to gain benefits. Xu Qi'an quickly came up with an idea and locked onto a poem that he could use as a parting gift.

Xu Qi'an took a big bite of his meat bun and said, "You want me to write a poem? Today, let Auntie know that everyone in our Xu family is talented."

He now had to consider whether this poem was too outstanding. After all, all the poems that could be included in the textbook were classics.

PS: This chapter is almost 3,000 words long, which means I am not short on words.