Behind the young man were several other retainers who also carried sabers. Their appearances matched their statuses, and they all looked fierce and fiendish. If they were in a small place, just based on their physique and appearance, they would be fighters that small sects and clans would fight over. After all, a fight in a small place relied on words and not fists. Being able to convince others with one's gaze was the best way to subdue them without a fight. The young man shook his chin. Without saying anything, a tall retainer with his sleeves rolled up to his shoulders stepped forward and grabbed Hsu Fengnian's shoulder. Just as the brawny man was about to teach this weak scholar a lesson, he heard a delicate shout from behind him. "Tie Tou, stop!"
The young swordsman helplessly turned his head. Seeing this graceful figure, he called out in a gentle tone, "Miss."
The woman with the golden silk wrapped around her short saber revealed her small canine teeth. "Senior Brother Monkey, Junior Sister, call me Junior Sister, okay?"
The young man didn't say anything. The woman pointed at Hsu Fengnian. "I'm looking for him. Don't kill him yet."
A golden-haired monkey scuttled onto the young swordsman's shoulder. He rubbed the monkey's head and said with a frown, "Miss, kill this person quickly. This is the Mountain Chieftain's order. This subordinate doesn't dare to disobey."
The young woman giggled. "On Talisman Mountain, my father is the boss. As for me, I just happen to be his boss. Who do you think I should listen to? Senior Brother Monkey, if my father asks about this later, just tell him that I stopped him. "
Perhaps because he was familiar with this unwritten rule on the mountain, the swordsman really did leave with a wry smile.
The woman looked at Hsu Fengnian and asked with a smile, "How's your handwriting? If it's not too bad, then write a letter for this lady. Treat it as your repayment for saving your life. Oh, and that official uniform as well. "
Without waiting for Hsu Fengnian to say anything, this woman began to order the two maidservants to bring over the four treasures of the study. As soon as the deep and sharp sheep hair brush was dipped in ink, she could not wait to snatch it from the maidservant's hands and pass it to Hsu Fengnian. Hsu Fengnian took the writing brush made of sheep hair that was unique to Beiliang. Foreign scholars liked to call it 'cold slag' and hated its weakness and bonelessness. In the past, almost none of the calligraphy masters of the Central Plains had chosen to use this brush. After Hsu Fengnian sat down, he gently rolled the tip of the brush in the inkstone again. When the ink and the tip of the brush were of the right thickness, he hovered his arm and raised his head to ask, "What do you want to write?"
The woman was startled for a moment before she exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, look at your stance. You'll know if you're an expert the moment you make your move. Expert, you're definitely an expert. You've really picked up a treasure for me!"
Hsu Fengnian continued to wait.
The woman laughed mischievously and sat down as well. She shooed the two maidservants away and looked around before saying in a low voice, "This lady can only memorize the things in books. If I really have to pick up a brush to write something, it's useless. Besides, this lady's handwriting … is a little unsightly. But Brother Lu from the neighboring mountain is very knowledgeable. He doesn't like crazy women who wield swords and spears. He likes gentle and refined women. The only time this lady sneaked down the mountain, I almost died outside. Fortunately, I bought a few novels about scholars and beauties. I was so envious of the Great Goose Messenger Goose that I raised a few messenger geese for this purpose. I was just waiting for a guy with beautiful handwriting to appear! You've come at the right time. Oh right, what's your name? "
Hsu Fengnian, who had already started a massacre on Mount Fu Yao, said in a bad mood, "Have you thought about what you want to write?"
The woman did not regard him as an outsider and said, "No!"
Hsu Fengnian placed the sheep-hair brush on the ancient inkstone and held his breath.
The woman looked like she was racking her brains. After the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, she finally looked discouraged and asked tentatively, "Why don't you help this lady write a few words?"
Hsu Fengnian opened his eyes and stared at the rich young lady on Mount Fu Yao.
The woman stared at him and said loudly, "What are you looking at? If this lady didn't have a favor to ask of you, you would have been cut into pieces by Senior Monkey!"
As an experienced bailiff, Wang Shiwei was a light sleeper. He was awakened by the woman's voice and quickly ran out of the house. When he saw that Registrar Xu was safe and sound, he felt relieved. Although the woman always spoke and acted foolishly, she glanced at Wang Shiwei and clicked her tongue, "Your footsteps are very light. Didn't they say that you, Wang Shiwei, were just a farmer with stupid strength? Is it because Shen Li has ulterior motives, or has this old fox deceived you? "
Wang Shiwei smiled honestly and did not speak.
Hsu Fengnian asked calmly, "Are you going to write your love letter or not?"
The woman quickly said, "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I? Brother Lu met a new vixen who just came up the mountain. If this lady doesn't act now, it will be too late for regrets!"
Xu Fengnian's face was full of schadenfreude. "A senior brother from the same sect admires a junior sister, and the junior sister likes a handsome man from another sect. That handsome man likes a stranger. Don't you have any new tricks?"
The woman widened her eyes, "Is this also written in the novel 'Gifted Scholar and Beautiful Lady'? How come this lady has never read about it?! "
Hsu Fengnian smiled confidently, "Lady, the vixen you are talking about, does she have bigger breasts than you? Is she very dignified when she is not smiling, but when she smiles, she is definitely more charming than you? Not only the man you like, but many people are also infatuated. Not to mention climbing into her bed, they can't wait to drink the water she washes her feet? "
The woman looked down. She did not know if the world was peaceful, but she was very peaceful. She became more discouraged and sighed, "Alas, you are right. You are indeed very knowledgeable. "
She raised her head and squinted her eyes, "Compared to that Wang guy, your skills are far inferior, but your brain is much more clever. I can turn a blind eye to his affairs, but you have to promise me that after you finish writing the love letter, you have to be a teacher on the mountain for ten years. After ten years, it's up to you whether you want to stay on the mountain or leave the mountain. What do you think? "
Hsu Fengnian smiled. The woman who had everything under her control suddenly had an illusion.
Then, in an instant, the clouds and wind became calm. The white-clothed boy entered the courtyard and said with a clear voice, "Master invites the lady to listen to the zither in the well."
The woman retracted her hand and looked at the bookkeeper suspiciously. She grinned and laughed at herself. She reached out to hold the golden dagger again and said to the scholar, "Let's go. There is no need to rush to write. Let's go listen to the zither first."
Hsu Fengnian stood up and nodded slightly to Wang Shiwei, indicating that he did not need to worry.
The white-clothed boy led the way. Hsu Fengnian and the woman with the dagger, whose name he still did not know, walked together on the bluestone road. She was chatting with him about a story. She said that there was once a wanderer with good martial arts who came to Mount Fu Miao to seek revenge. After going through many hardships and dangers, he finally died.
As soon as he finished telling this boring story, Xu Fengnian saw the waterfall falling straight down. The place where it fell was a huge bluestone, so it didn't form a pool, but a deep well instead.
The white-clothed old man sat beside the well. There were two incense burners with smoke rising in spirals.
The white-clothed boy held a horsetail whisk and began to recite the opening of the Zhang family's sage book.
The old man slowly raised his hands, one high and one low.
At this moment, Hsu Fengnian was waiting and listening attentively.
Then, the fairy-like old man suddenly pressed his hands on the zither strings. Then, he shook his head and slapped wildly.
Hsu Fengnian was stunned. The corner of his mouth twitched and he did not know whether to laugh or cry. He could only sigh from the bottom of his heart, "A master!"
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