Inside the hut, the mountain breeze was gentle and pleasant, just like the Headmaster's mood.
Eldest Brother and Second Brother sat quietly by the table, one grinding ink and the other making tea.
The Headmaster waved his hand and said with a smile, "I'm happy today, so I won't write anymore."
Second Brother opened his mouth slightly and was about to say something.
But he was the first gentleman in the world and could not do such a thing in front of his beloved teacher. Finally, he closed his mouth and continued grinding ink with a serious expression.
Eldest Brother looked at Jun Mo's expression and could not help shaking his head with a smile. Then he looked at the teacher behind the table and asked softly, "Teacher, why are you happy?"
The Headmaster laughed and said, "It's a good deal to exchange the Haoran Sword without Great Spirit for Liu Bai's Dahe Sword. Of course I'm happy."
Eldest Brother smiled and said, "I see."
The Headmaster stroked his beard and said, "That sword not only has the shape but also some of Liu Bai's charm. Your Youngest Brother is a superb calligrapher in the world and is best at copying. He also comprehended the art of separating words and memorizing them with the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong. He is indeed the best person in the Academy to do this."
The Headmaster and Eldest Brother were happy, but Second Brother was not.
Liu Bai was recognized as the most powerful man in the world and was called the Sword Sage. But in his heart, the powerful man from the South Jin Kingdom was just an enemy that he would defeat in his cultivation and battle life. He was just a stone step that he would step on in the future. The Dahe Sword Style contained in the paper sword was not qualified to be compared to the Haoran Sword left behind by his Youngest Uncle, even if it was a Haoran Sword without the Great Spirit.
Second Brother had always been a straightforward person who disdained to hide his emotions. Whatever he was thinking, he would show it on his face. However, as a person who respected his teacher, he could not refute the Headmaster's words. Thus, he remained silent and continued to grind the ink, moving faster and faster.
The ink in the square inkstone accumulated more and more and gradually formed a lake. The ink block rotated at a high speed and rolled up a black whirlpool. But strangely, no ink spilled out.
The Headmaster looked at the ink in the inkstone and sighed, "It is said that dripping water can wear through a stone and grinding a pestle into a needle. But I have never heard of grinding ink through an inkstone."
Second Brother suddenly came to his senses and stopped what he was doing and sincerely apologized to the teacher.
The Headmaster looked at him and said, "Say what you want to say."
Second Senior Brother frowned slightly and said, "Although Liu Bai's swordsmanship has some merits, it is not worthy of being on an equal footing with Youngest Uncle's Haoran Sword. Moreover, Youngest Brother's methods are not very honorable."
The Headmaster said, "Since it is good, we should take it generously."
The Headmaster frowned even more. He thought the Headmaster of Second Brother's words and thought. He thought the Headmaster's words and thought. Suddenly, he realized that he had been so disrespectful to his teacher, and he couldn't help but feel regret.
Suddenly, he realized that he had been so disrespectful to the Headmaster and felt and said. said, he was.
"Master of the Dahe Sword. and said." Liu of the Uncle. "Academy" Teacher of Master " "Sword of the Ocean of the Liu of Teacher of Sword." Teacher of Brother of the Sword of Master, "said. "It is the same reason why the Academy accepted the Dahe Sword. We are just preserving the wisdom of the previous generations and hope that it will sprout again."
The Headmaster and the Eldest Brother thought of the countless books in the cave at the back of the mountain. The Second Brother was shocked and hated himself for what he had done. He knelt on the futon and bowed to the Headmaster. He said in a low voice, "I know I was wrong. I will go to all the cultivation sects in the world and ask them for their cultivation manuals."
The expressions of the Headmaster and Eldest Brother changed slightly, and they subconsciously wanted to find tea to drink. They thought that if they really asked those sects to hand over their cultivation manuals in the name of preserving human civilization, they would definitely think that they were crazy or robbers. Jun Mo, on the other hand, was a proud person who would do whatever he set his mind to, and would not give in even if he was in the right. If those sects refused to hand over their cultivation manuals, he would definitely not care about robbing them. Then, the so-called 'asking' would naturally become 'robbing', and there would probably be a bloody battle in the cultivation world …
The Headmaster looked at him and reprimanded him in a low voice, "If I could throw away my pride and not rob, I would have taken Liu Bai back to the Academy and forced him to write it out when he comprehended the Dahe Sword. Why would I need your Youngest Brother to spend so much effort on this? I don't even know what you are thinking about."
The Eldest Brother shook his head and said, "Of course it is voluntary."
The Second Brother was confused by the Headmaster's scolding. He said, "But Youngest Brother's behavior is almost stealing. It is not much different from robbing."
The Headmaster of the Academy was embarrassed.
The Eldest Brother poured the tea at a speed that was rarely seen. He said respectfully, "Teacher, please have some tea."
The Headmaster of the Academy took the tea and took a sip. He looked at his favorite Eldest Disciple and praised, "You are worth teaching."
The Second Brother frowned and thought hard. What could he not be taught?
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The wild geese that spent the summer at Xunyang Lake in the Gushan Commandery returned to Chang 'an. They circled around the old Buddhist pagoda for a few days. Their shadows covered the sky and they chirped in the mountains and Yanming Lake. Then they flapped their wings and flew south to the warmer Great Swamp. They would not come back until next spring.
The door of the Old Brush Pen Shop on Lin 47th Street had not been opened for a long time. The wild cat was lying on the wall and basking in the cooling sunshine. It looked at the dusty patio indifferently and wondered how many days had passed since the guy who had hit it with firewood died and whether his body had been exposed in the wilderness.
At the entrance of the alley, there was a barbecue stand. Boss Wu kept an old dog. Every morning and dusk, he would walk the dog to relieve his loneliness and stress from his wife. As the weather got colder and colder, he would walk the dog once a day instead of twice a day, and the time was now noon.
The gambling house in the West City was still thriving. Mr. Qi wore a long silk gown and played an iron ball in his hand. He accepted the compliments of his neighbors with a reserved manner like a rich man and wondered when Second Brother Chao would come back.
The Taoist who performed Talisman Arts in the Taoist temple on Vermilion Bird Street was sick. But the Taoist temple was renovated, so more believers came to the temple to pray devoutly than before.
Regardless of the passage of time or the change of seasons, the Tangs in Chang 'an lived a peaceful and happy life as before. The hearty laughter in the streets never stopped.
A paper sword was added to the collection at the back of the mountain of the Academy. It was sent from the South Jin Kingdom to the West-Hill and finally came to the Tang Empire. The smell of fresh paint in the house by the Yanming Lake gradually dissipated. The young people in the house went further and further on the road of cultivation. Under the sharpening of Talisman Intent and Sword Qi, Sangsang understood how to use the Divine Skill to fight. Ye Hongyu learned the Haoran Sword and understood the thin paper sword more and more deeply.
With a powerful person like the Tao Addict as his goal, Ning Que's progress was even more amazing. He became stronger and stronger.
His current cultivation level had already stabilized at the upper level of the Seethrough Realm, and he was resolutely walking upwards, getting closer and closer to the ravine that seemed to be the gap between heaven and man. One day, amidst the mist and heavy willows, he actually faintly saw that threshold. However, what made him feel slightly perplexed was that the threshold was somewhat frighteningly high for the current him.
Spring passed, summer returned, and autumn returned.
When autumn returned to Chang 'an, General Xia Hou, who had been stationed at the border of the Tang Empire for decades and made great achievements, was about to return to Chang' an.
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