The battle between the young Great Master Li Mu and the Heaven-Sword Celestial Being, who had lived in seclusion for many years, caused a great stir in the entire Chang 'an City, especially in the martial arts circle of Chang' an. Upon hearing the news, everyone regarded it as a grand event. After all, a battle between Great Masters had not happened for nearly a decade.
All eyes were on it.
"Your honor, should we intervene?" Zheng Cunjian asked Li Gang, the magistrate of Chang 'an.
After all, a battle involving a Great Master was enough to alarm the government. A Great Master represented a country's middle and high-end combat force. On the Divine Land, the total number of Great Masters in the three human empires, the Western Qin, the Southern Chu, and the Northern Song, was no more than 10,000. They could be said to be a group of people standing at the top of the martial arts pyramid. For any empire, a Great Master was a treasure that should not be easily lost. Therefore, as the chief executive of Chang 'an, Li Gang could not suppress the news, and out of duty, he had to report it to the top of the empire.
Zheng Cunjian suggested that the magistrate of Chang 'an should intervene and temporarily suspend the battle between the two Great Masters until the official decision was made. In this way, at least the magistrate of Chang' an could stay out of it. Even if the top of the empire investigated it in the future, the magistrate of Chang 'an would not be held responsible.
However, Li Gang shook his head with a smile and said, "Let them be."
His attitude showed that he did not care about it at all.
Zheng Cunjian could not figure out the magistrate's mind at the moment, so he did not say anything.
Having ruled Chang 'an for decades and survived several political storms, Li Gang, the magistrate of Chang' an, was not as simple and ordinary as his name sounded. If anyone regarded such a powerful politician as a mediocre, he would be the one to suffer in the end.
Over the years, Zheng Cunjian had been following Li Gang and giving him advice and suggestions. Although Li Gang obeyed him most of the time, which gave Zheng Cunjian a unique political position in the entire Chang 'an government, only Zheng Cunjian himself knew that such a position could be given to him by Li Gang or taken away at any time. Therefore, Zheng Cunjian had been treading on thin ice all the time.
Although he was controlled by Li Mu's Life-and-Death Spell, he still did not dare to make any move.
Fortunately, Li Mu did not ask him to do anything.
As for helping Li Mu build the small yard in the Pig-Herding Alley, there was no need to hide it. Thus, Li Gang, the magistrate of the prefecture, had long known about it.
Li Gang picked up his pen and waved it on the white paper on the table.
Back then, he was also a scholar. Naturally, he was good at calligraphy. Now, he was one of the most famous calligraphers in the empire. He wrote hundreds of words in one go. After he finished writing, he put the brush aside and blew on it. Suddenly, there seemed to be a beautiful atmosphere on the table.
This was the so-called beautiful writing.
Not only was Li Gang good at calligraphy, but his literary talent, knowledge, and poetry were also top-notch.
What he wrote was a poem.
"It doesn't matter how high the mountain is. Water doesn't have to be deep to have a dragon. This is a humble house, but my virtue is sweet. Moss marks on the upper step green, the color of the grass into the curtain green. There are great scholars who talk and laugh, and there are no commoners who come and go. He could play the zither and read the Golden Scriptures. There were no messy sounds of music and bamboo, no hard work on the table. Nanyang's Zhuge Hut, West Shu's Zi Yunting, Confucius said, 'What is so ugly about them?' "
Without a doubt, this was a poem written by a great master with an excellent idea, a natural structure, and a soaring atmosphere.
After reading it, Zheng Cunjian already knew the origin of the poem.
This poem was not written by Li Gang. It was a masterpiece that had caused a sensation in Chang 'an when it was just spread out yesterday.
The author was Li Mu, the young Great Master who had already set off a wave.
A day ago, this poem was written by the Marvelous Mathematician, the second-in-command of the Xiongfeng Martial Art Club. Then, it quickly spread within a certain range. Coincidentally, there was a poetry meeting last night. When the Marvelous Mathematician read the poem, some of the literati who attended the meeting were immediately amazed by it. Then, the poem was widely spread. Thus, under the impetus of those literati, it was like a handful of salt sprinkled into a pot of oil.
The Epigraph of My Shack swept across the entire literary circle in Chang 'an like a hurricane.
In particular, the author of this poem was Li Mu, the young Great Master who had been in the limelight recently, which made the poem even more legendary.
These days, many people had unearthed the background of the young Great Master Li Mu, especially the part where he broke off his relationship with Li Gang, the magistrate of Chang 'an, ran away from home, and lived in poverty. Therefore, this poem was more in line with Li Mu's background and mental journey, which added more artistic value to the poem.
Although some parts of the poem were obscure and hard to understand, such as the names of the Zhuge Cottage and the Ziyun Pavilion, as well as the last sentence of "Confucius", it was still hard to come to a conclusion. But there was no doubt that Li Mu's fame in Chang 'an became more resounding because of the poem.
Nowadays, Li Mu had been regarded as a rare talent in both literature and martial arts.
It was said that in just a few days, Li Mu had gained a lot of admirers, especially some noble ladies, who even regarded Li Mu as the sweetest and most tempting prey and secretly discussed how to hunt him.
It never occurred to Zheng Cunjian that Li Gang would write this poem in his study.
"Haha, Cunjian, you are also a famous poet in Chang 'an. Tell me, what do you think of this poem?" Li Gang asked casually with a smile on his face.
Zheng Cunjian's heart skipped a beat. He did not know how to comment.
In fact, in the past few days, he clearly felt that the magistrate of Chang 'an, who had driven Li Mu away in a fit of rage, did not seem to hate Li Mu as much as people imagined. Although the magistrate of Chang' an had sent him, Chu Shufeng, and the others to Taibai County to deal with Li Mu, it was precisely after that incident that the magistrate of Chang 'an and the others' attitude toward the abandoned son seemed to have changed.
It couldn't be said to be close, but it couldn't be said to be distant either … In short, it was hard to tell.
"This poem is very in line with Young Master Li's mood. It has its own pattern and atmosphere. It is a good poem." Zheng Cunjian could only give such an evaluation in the end. Anyway, that was what people said.
Li Gang burst into laughter. As a handsome man in his early forties, he was at the peak of his life charm. When he laughed, he gave people the impression that he was a gentleman as refined as jade. He said, "It is not enough to say that it has its own pattern and atmosphere. This poem, written by that unfilial son, is peerless. This is a poem of aspiration. It is not about the height of a mountain; it is about the fame of an immortal; it is not about the depth of a water; it is about the spirit of a dragon. Humph, this unfilial son compares himself to immortals and dragons. To put it nicely, he has lofty ambitions, but to put it bluntly, he is more ambitious than the sky."
Zheng Cunjian pondered for a moment and found that Li Gang's poem was in line with the image he knew of Li Mu, who was wild and arrogant. It was not an exaggeration to say that Li Mu was ambitious.
Li Gang smiled. Then, as if he had a feeling, he picked up the brush again and added a small line of notes under the poem, but there were only two short sentences —
A golden scale is not a fish in a pond. It will turn into a dragon when it encounters a storm!
After that, he tossed the brush to the ground and left with a smile.
Zheng Cunjian followed closely behind. Although he looked as calm as usual, he was greatly shocked inside.
"Is he talking about Li Mu?"
"It turns out that the magistrate thinks so highly of me, the abandoned son." He will turn into a dragon when it encounters a storm. His expectation seems to be even higher than that of the eldest Young Master Li Xiong, isn't it? " "Then, why back then …" Zheng Cunjian suddenly realized that he might have misunderstood something.
"Then, where is Li Mu's storm?"
"The battle with the Heaven-Sword Celestial Being?"
"It should be."
Countless thoughts flashed in Zheng Cunjian's mind.
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"The Epigraph of My Shack?"
After Qin Zhen read the poem, a look of extreme shock finally appeared on her face.
The reason why she was shocked was that, as far as she knew, Li Mu, who was immoral, could not write such a beautiful poem with its own pattern.
The reason was simple.
As the saying goes, words are like the person, and words are like the person. Most of the time, words and poems can't deceive people. What kind of spirit a person wrote would determine what kind of poem he wrote. Since ancient times, there were many crafty and ambitious people who wrote good poems that were passed down for thousands of years. However, they would never be able to write a sentence like "The mountain isn't high, it's famous if there's an immortal; the water isn't deep, it's spiritual if there's a dragon." This sentence was filled with a person's spirit and strength of character.
"Is he a ghostwriter?"
She had some doubts.
But soon she dismissed the idea.
Because the poem was indeed too suitable for Li Mu's life experience.
Only those who had experienced twists and turns, setbacks, hardships, and torments could write such a poem. The story of Li Mu's three claps had long been spread. Even if she did not care about that person, she could not stand Wang Chen, a fan of Li Mu, who kept talking about him.
"Maybe I really misread him?"
Qin Zhen thought so in his heart.
After a while, Wang Chen walked in and said, "Your Highness, it's all arranged. We will set off for the Musical House in two hours. At that time, Your Highness should be careful to hide your identity."
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In an extremely mysterious place in Chang 'an.
"Hoho, a young Great Master, the Epigraph of My Shack … Gentlemen, is this boy useful?" A handsome young man asked the people around him with a smile after he finished reading the copied version of the Epigraph of My Shack.
"Young and successful, he may not be willing to be used by Your Highness."
"The poem is too lofty."
"I can give it a try."
"Haha, Your Highness is kind to the wise and humble. It's human nature to be happy to see a talent. If Your Highness is willing to promote him, I am willing to be a lobbyist to recruit him for Your Highness."
"Well, he is young and has a good background. He has enough potential and can be trained. However, the more talented he is, the more arrogant he will be. Your Highness needs to be prepared. If he can't be used by Your Highness, he must be removed as soon as possible."
There were all kinds of opinions.
Moreover, every one of them was of extremely high status.
The young man smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of his arrogance, I'm not afraid of his arrogance, I'm just afraid that he doesn't know how to appreciate kindness. The strength of a scholar, hehe … I'll make him submit, I'll let him know that serving me is his only choice. How many of those I fancy can escape?"
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At nightfall.
Li Mu appeared at the entrance of the Musical House in Chang 'an.
In other words, the Musical House was a brothel run by the government. Most of its prostitutes were the wives, concubines, and daughters of the nobles and bureaucrats who had committed crimes and had their houses confiscated. They were forced to be sent here. From the high and mighty wives and daughters of the officials, they became prostitutes who had a pair of beautiful arms and a bit of red lips. The fate of these family members of the officials could be described as miserable. But it was also because of their former status that they attracted countless men to seek pleasure.
Therefore, the Musical House could be said to be the most prosperous brothel in Chang 'an.
Li Mu had been practicing the Visualization Method for a hundred days, but he couldn't find the right way. So, he summoned Zheng Cunjian with the Life-and-Death Spell and asked him to accompany him to Chang 'an to enjoy the night scenery to relieve his boredom. It was also good to see the glamour of the prosperous capital of the alien world.
Li Mu had always been yearning and curious about it.
However, under Zheng Cunjian's intentional or unintentional guidance, they arrived at the gate of the Musical House.
"Young Master, why don't we go in and have a look?" Zheng Cunjian suggested.
Li Mu nodded calmly and said, "Okay."
In fact, he was already a little impatient.
He was not a rigid and stubborn gentleman. Moreover, for any man who traveled through time, visiting an ancient brothel was a dream. Since he was already here, why not enjoy it? Even if he didn't do anything, drinking and watching was also a kind of life experience.
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As he was writing, he forgot the time. Today, he was a bit stuck. He always felt that he didn't write anything in this chapter, so he wrote more. When he reached more than 3,600 words, it was a little late. Good night, everyone.
Thanks to Ge Wuyou, SJBMNZ, the Saint of Filth of the Wild Broadsword Alliance, the homeless child, Fan Huaying, and Changyaoyao for their continuous tips.
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