The snow was thick, and Zhuo Yuan Jiu leaned against the cushion as he looked out. He had a perplexed expression on his face. The snowstorm was getting stronger and stronger, until the ox shook. Someone then said, "Young Master, we've arrived."
Snowflakes fell from the sky, and the temperature was extremely cold. Zhuo Yuan Jiu shivered and hurriedly walked over. In just a few steps, a thin layer of snow had fallen on his body. He then knocked on the door.
There was no response for a long time.
Zhuo Yuan Jiu pushed the door open and walked in. The courtyard was covered in snow, and there were no footprints. It was so quiet that he could hear the snowflakes falling on the ground. He had a premonition.
"Master Top Scorer?"
No one answered. Zhuo Yuan Jiu pushed the door open, and indeed there was no one, "There are no footprints outside the courtyard. Looks like Young Master Pei has left."
Zhuo Yuan Jiu sighed. Actually, he was secretly relieved. Although this courtyard was well hidden, protecting Pei Zi Yun was risky. Now that Pei Zi Yun had left, he could relax a little.
"It's fine if he left!" Just as he was about to leave, he saw three stacks of paper on the table.
"Could it be that there's another poem?" Zhuo Yuan Jiu thought to himself as he picked up the papers. He noticed that the papers were sewn together, and the names written on the cover were — Yue Nu Sword, Liang Zhu, Nie Xiao Qian.
Young Master Zhuo looked at the cover and flipped through it. He then laughed, "Master Top Scorer is really good at keeping his composure. Even if Mt. Tai were to collapse in front of him, he wouldn't even bat an eyelid. At this point, he still has the mood to write a story."
"Wine is not empty!" Zhuo Yuanjiu had long heard that Top Scorer Pei couldn't live without wine. He didn't expect it to be true. Indeed, he was famous for his wine.
The Yue Nu Sword was the thinnest piece of paper. He then flipped through it, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
With only a bamboo stick, Ah Qing defeated a group of swordsmen in Wu Country. In this era, there was no shortage of literary works, but they were all about the traditional "gifted scholars and beautiful women". How could such a magical and somewhat romantic swordplay be seen?
"A single bamboo sword against a thousand soldiers. No wonder he's Top Scorer Pei. Such sword techniques, such power, such love and hate, such valiance. Only such a hero could write such an essay."
The Sword of the Yue Maiden was originally a few hundred words long and had been rewritten into a short story of ten thousand words. Many of them ended abruptly, as if they had not been fully expressed. Now that Pei Zi Yun was writing it, he wasn't plagiarizing it. Instead, he was rewriting it according to the language of this era. He had the writing skills of a Grand Scholar, and was able to do the job. The number of words he had was about fifty thousand words, and in this era, it could be considered a unique book.
Zhuo Yuanjiu finished reading with great interest. He also took a look at Liang Shanbo. Liang Shanbo did not recognize Zhu Yingtai, and secretly cursed him for being a bookworm. In the end, he turned into a butterfly and flew away. His thoughts were hard to describe. Although he himself did not value love, he was still somewhat moved.
He stored the supplies on the ox cart in the courtyard and hurried back with the book.
Governor-General's Office
The main hall was lit with charcoal. Four golden braziers were burning brightly, as though it was spring. The Governor was dressed in a robe and wore a crown. Although he looked tired, he was still reading the essay. At this point, his second son, whom he had not seen for a long time, pushed open the door and walked in.
"Yuan Jiu, why didn't I go to your courtyard today? Why did you come back?" The Governor finished reading the first book and smiled as he asked. He knew what was going on.
Hearing these words, Zhuo Yuan Jiu walked up to him and whispered, "Father, I went to the courtyard. Pei Zi Yun had already left. However, there were three manuscripts on the table, and I took them. The three manuscripts were all about stories. I didn't expect him to be in such a dangerous situation, and still have the leisure to write. Father, take a look."
The Governor took the manuscripts and placed them in his hands. He did not look at them and sighed, "It's fine if he writes stories on a normal day. But when he's in such a dangerous situation, he's calm and collected, and still has the leisure to write. That's a true color."
As he finished speaking, he took the manuscripts and read a few pages before placing them back on the table. Zhuo Yuan Jiu was somewhat moved as he walked up to ask, "Father, should we do him another favor?"
The Governor thought for sometime before replying, "Although the Crown Prince has taken care of him, it's a pity that he's entered a Dao sect, and has no way of becoming an official. We owe him a favor, and that's more than enough. We don't have to care about anything else. Let's observe and see what else he has up his sleeves. However, if you wish to befriend him, you can make some copies of these."
"Yes!" Zhuo Yuan Jiu understood the situation and acknowledged.
City, Mansion
Deep into the night, a cold wind blew across the room. Two patrolling soldiers wielded long spears as they walked across the frozen ground.
One of the soldiers heard the sound of footsteps and turned around, preparing to stab him.
"Pu!" The long spear was sliced in half, and the soldier clutched his throat as he fell to the ground.
"There's …." Another soldier retreated and raised his spear to stab Pei Zi Yun. He was about to shout out, but before he could do so, he spat out another mouthful of blood as he fell to the ground.
After Pei Zi Yun had finished killing the soldiers, his long eyebrows reached his temples as he walked forward. There were several cypress trees planted around the mansion, each as thick as a bowl. The trees were covered with snow, and looked dark and gloomy.
This was the residence of the Daoist who had been searching for Pei Zi Yun. This man had chased after Pei Zi Yun multiple times. This time, Pei Zi Yun managed to track him down. Since there weren't any soldiers around, he decided to kill him and cut off one of the eunuch's arms.
Just as Pei Zi Yun was about to enter the mansion, he stopped in his tracks. At this point, snow started falling from the sky, and he could barely open his eyes. A Daoist holding a horsetail whisk walked out of the room and sighed, "You're here."
Pei Zi Yun looked at the man in front of him and was about to kill him when he heard someone say, "Master Top Scorer, please wait."
As soon as these words were spoken, a white haired Daoist and a middle aged Daoist walked into the courtyard. The old man looked at Pei Zi Yun and said, "Master Top Scorer, please stop. You've gone through so many prefectures and killed hundreds of people. You're a Dao cultivator, don't you understand the principles behind this?"
Seeing that the Daoist had appeared, Pei Zi Yun looked around and saw that there was no one in front of him. At this point, the Daoist who had just appeared was shocked.
The Daoist paced several steps before sighing, "Dao cultivators have purity as their root. Water is good and beneficial to all living beings. Master Top Scorer was involved in this battle, which resulted in this tribulation. Don't tell me you still can't comprehend it? Stop, or else you'll harm the fate of the world. When you die, wouldn't that be painful? "
"What you've said makes sense." Pei Zi Yun waved a hand, "But let me say this. You were the one who ambushed me first. I wasn't the one who killed you."
"If you want to stop, that's fine. But if I stop, would that eunuch be willing to stop? Daoist brother, can you help that eunuch? "
He then laughed, "But I can see that the two of you are very arrogant, and must be very responsible. How about this, if the two of you are willing to place a curse on me, and if the eunuch tries to kill me, I'll be willing to stop. How about that?"
The Daoist was enraged, and his face turned red. However, he controlled himself and spoke in a low voice, "The fate of the world is in the hands of the imperial court, and the Daoists have an agreement. But you've broken the rules. I'm trying so hard to persuade you, in hopes that you'll repent."
Pei Zi Yun retracted his smile and spoke coldly, "Now that you've said this, I understand. So you want me to stop. You want me to take the beating without retaliating? But I've seen plenty of shameless people, and I don't care. You're stalling for time, could it be that you've secretly prepared a spell? "
Hearing Pei Zi Yun's words, the middle-aged Daoist beside the old Daoist flushed red. The white haired Daoist's face turned cold as he spoke, "I've said many good things, but it looks like master Top Scorer isn't willing to stop. Since I can't persuade master Top Scorer to stop, I can only make a move."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Zi Yun felt a huge force pressing down on him, causing his entire body to tremble.
When the three Daoists saw that Pei Zi Yun had been restrained, they heaved a sigh of relief. The middle-aged Daoist laughed, "Pei Zi Yun, you've finally fallen into my trap. Do you really think that you're the only one who knows Dao Arts and martial arts?"
Wu Luo walked out from behind and laughed coldly, "If it weren't for eunuch Ding forcing me, why would I use myself as bait to lure you in?"
"The imperial court has always been against you Daoists who don't know the laws of the country. This spell is combined with King Lu's decree and Dao Arts. Not just you, even if there were a few more Daoists, it would still be able to trap you."
"It's a pity that this requires some time. That's why we gave you a chance. Since you're so stubborn, don't blame us for what happens next."
Pei Zi Yun stood there motionlessly. Wu Luo was the Imperial Court Magistrate, and was under the protection of the imperial court. His cultivation would be smooth sailing. However, at the same time, the emotions of the imperial court and the rich and powerful would affect their cultivation. Therefore, they had to serve the imperial court wholeheartedly.
He then walked forward and laughed coldly, "I almost forgot. Master Top Scorer is trapped within the spell and is suppressed. You can't speak. I've asked too many questions."
The Daoist spoke as he drew his long blade and approached Pei Zi Yun, "You're a genius, but today, your fate has come to an end. The Da Luo Destruction Spell was specially prepared for the Yin Master Daoist. Haha."
As he spoke, he was merciless as he slashed his blade towards Pei Zi Yun. His blade was filled with a cold intent.
At this point, Pei Zi Yun shook his head and sighed, "The tiger has the intention to hurt the man. But who knows that the man has the intention to catch the tiger?"
As he spoke, Pei Zi Yun's sword flashed. Wu Luo wouldn't have been able to dodge this attack, much less under such circumstances. All he could hear was a "pu" sound as the sword pierced through his chest and pierced deep into his back.
Wu Luo screamed out in pain, his voice chilling to the bone. At this point, Pei Zi Yun waved his hand, and the sword in his hand sliced through the man's internal organs. Wu Luo screamed out as blood gushed into his throat, and he could no longer scream.
Pei Zi Yun retracted his sword, and with a loud boom, Wu Luo's corpse fell to the ground, dead.
"No, junior brother." The white haired old man shouted out, "How did you manage to break free from the suppression? You're using both Dao Arts and Imperial Qi. "
Pei Zi Yun looked at the two Daoists in shock and laughed, "Do you think I've been recuperating for the past few days? No, no, I've been prepared."
"Seeing how terrified you are, I'll tell you a secret. Your spell is useless against me."
Looking at the information interface, Pei Zi Yun glanced at it and saw "Divine Powers: Stars Transposition Second Level (5.71% Completed)"
Actually, these words were a lie. These few days, he had been cultivating in the courtyard. Not only did he recover his energy, he had also used up all his reputation points and pushed the Stars Transposition to the second level.
"I've tested the first level of the Stars Transposition. I can probably withstand the backlash of a ninth level cultivator. The second level should be able to withstand the backlash of an eighth level cultivator. Although I can't completely break free from the suppression, I should be able to withstand it." Although Pei Zi Yun felt as though he was tied up by ropes, he was still calm and composed.
"Junior brother, you take charge of the spell. I shall kill this man." The old Daoist didn't fall for his trick. He coldly instructed his junior brother beside him as he unsheathed his sword.
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