Zhang Weiyu was heading west. Lü Shu did not know if he had deliberately gone west first before going somewhere else. Over there was the territory of the Western Emperor Of Heaven, Duanmu Huangqi. After passing through a col and a stream, they were almost there.
Zhang Weiyu told Lü Shu that the female slaves from the nearby farms used to bathe in that stream. The female slaves were much better looking than the families of the nobles.
Lü Shu understood that for some reason, Zhang Weiyu had been holding a grudge against the families of the nobles. It was like in the Journey to the West, a master and his disciple went to the West to obtain scriptures, but when they arrived, the other party suddenly said welcome to Tieling … They were going the wrong way! There was a mistake!
The borders here seemed to be established by convention. There was no particularly precise boundary line. With the town as the center, after a war, a town was occupied, which meant that one had lost the land under that town's jurisdiction.
Lü Shu felt that it did not matter what Zhang Weiyu did. This person was very strange. Lü Shu found that even the slaves who did not cultivate here had the physical strength of three to four times that of Earth. However, Zhang Weiyu was different. Zhang Weiyu felt weaker than the people on Earth.
This weakness was abnormal and seemed to be hiding a story. However, this had nothing to do with Lü Shu. The most important thing was that he was still firmly and concisely moving towards the fifth rank.
When practicing swordsmanship in the morning, Lü Shu suddenly thought that even if he could only eat cornbread in this world, he could eventually find a way to cultivate. He used a branch to write on the ground: There will be a time when the wind blows and the waves, hang the sail straight to the sea!
The words were bold and powerful, as if there was sword intent in them.
If a swordsman saw this poem on the ground, he might be able to understand something. This time, the branch in Lü Shu's hand did not break. It was as if the force was driven by his heart. His swordsmanship realm began to advance by leaps and bounds again.
Lü Shu was a little happy. The higher one's Sword Dao realm was, the faster the spiritual energy in this world would replenish him. Originally, it would take him a month to reach D rank, but now, it would only take him about 20 days to do so.
As he was practicing his swordsmanship, the sound of horse hooves could be heard from the end of the dirt road in the countryside.
Lv Shu thought to himself, 'I wonder what it is this time …'
In the end, when he raised his eyes to look at the path he had come from, he discovered that this time, the girl named Yu Die had actually come on her own.
Yu Die reined in her horse and stood beside Lü Shu for a long time. She looked down at Lü Shu from above and said, "You're just a commoner. Do you really want me to personally come over before you're willing to accept my invitation?"
Now that Lü Shu had mastered the way of the sword, he was even more unyielding. "Even if you personally invited him, you might not be able to invite him."
At this moment, Yu Die saw the poem Lü Shu had written on the soil behind him. She was stunned.
Lü Shu turned his head and saw the poem on the ground, 'Sometimes the wind breaks through the waves'. He thought to himself, could it be that Yu Die could understand it? Was he going to become an immortal poet or something in this world? Then, he would be pushed into the cultural circle by the nobility of this Lü Zhou world and obtain countless followers, reaching the peak of life in minutes? At that time, there would be people serving him every day, and Lü Shu would naturally be able to peacefully use the method of fusing with the sword to advance to the first rank and break through the shackles!
It was said that the intellectuals of this Lü Zhou world were relatively valued by the nobility. Using Zhang Weiyu's words, a slave who could teach could be exchanged for a ranch. This was not just an ordinary amount of money.
Moreover, those slaves who could teach would be valued by the patriarchs, and their treatment would far exceed that of other slaves. Not only that, but some commoners would also be treated as distinguished guests because of their outstanding knowledge. This was the atmosphere brought about by the Old Divine King.
As the saying goes, the superiors follow the example of the subordinates. When the Old Divine King valued scholars, the subordinates would also follow suit and value scholars. There was once a great slave master's son who, because of his superior knowledge, caused the entire great slave master's family to leap into the ranks of nobility. This kind of change across social classes was very tempting.
Moreover, Zhang Weiyu said that scholars were very popular in the brothels. A good poem, even an incomplete poem, could be served well in the brothels for a month.
When Lü Shu heard this, he felt that this Lü Zhou world seemed to be pretty good...
Lü Shu's attitude became arrogant, and he did his best to make himself seem like a poet in dire straits. However, he heard Yu Die suddenly say, "I didn't expect you to also like the Old Divine King's poems."
Lü Shu: "???"
Wait a minute, there was something wrong with the script. He wanted to shamelessly pretend to be a poet, but someone was even more shameless than him?
At this time, Lü Shu was still a little hesitant. He asked, "Which poem by the Old Divine King do you like the most?"
Yu Die said excitedly, "I didn't expect to meet someone in this town who understands poetry. I like the Dreamlike Order the most. Strive to cross, strive to cross, startle a flock of seagulls and herons!"
"Hehe." Lü Shu's face darkened. From men to women, this Old Divine King really copied a wide range. He simply didn't leave anyone a way out...
This was too shameless!
So what was this about universal language and unified writing? In fact, it was so that he could copy poems so that everyone could understand them! But this Lü Zhou history of yours doesn't even match up, and you're forcefully copying it?
Seeing Yu Die suddenly become excited, she said as if she had met a confidant, "Not a single one of those vulgar slaves can understand what kind of talent is hidden in these poems. You, very good!"
Lü Shu thought for a long time and said, "I understand a little. Do you have any of the Old Divine King's poetry collections? I want to take a look."
He said this because he wanted to see if there was anything in the Old Divine King's poetry collection that he could pick up and find out which poems the other had copied. This way, he wouldn't run into them.
"Then come with me to the manor," Yu Die said excitedly. "It's too troublesome to move an entire wall of poetry collections around!"
When Lü Shu heard "an entire wall of poetry collections", he already began to despair...
This Old Divine King was rumored to have lived for who knew how long, so could he be so idle just because he had a long life? Ah?
Lü Shu suddenly felt that when the Old Divine King's time dimension was no longer important, the other's life was like a game. Not only did he possess the greatest strength, but he also had a long life. Wouldn't he be able to play however he wanted?
"Fine, I'll come with you to the manor. But let me say this in advance, I won't sell myself as a slave," Lü Shu said calmly. He suddenly had a desire to understand this Old Divine King.
Meanwhile, Yu Die's attitude seemed to have completely changed. "From now on, you are my friend. Don't mention the matter of being a slave again!"
Lü Shu thought to himself, did I bask in the Old Divine King's light … It had to be said that Lü Shu was suddenly very curious about this Old Divine King. He was clearly the ruler of a realm, yet he was so down to earth, angering the brothel girls and copying poems …
This was Lü Shu's evaluation of him.
Only, Lü Shu was a bit puzzled. Why did this kind of Divine King fall? Did his life naturally come to an end, or was there some other accident?
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