Jiang Ni went straight to the cabin and took out a small account book from the book box like a thief. It clearly recorded how many wen she earned from reading "Taixuan Sutra", "Thousand Swords Materia Medica", "Whale Killing Sword", etc. When and where she read each book and how many words she read each book were all recorded in detail. Until now, she had earned not only a few hundred taels as Hsu Fengnian said, but a thousand seven taels and thirty-four wen. The old God of Swords who only knew how to eat, drink and sleep strolled into the cabin. Jiang Ni, who was about to transfer one tael of silver from her savings, held up a brush with one hand and covered the account book with the other. Li Chungang could not do anything about this. He stood far away and let Jiang Ni finish her work. Only then did he carry the wine pot and sit on the table. He poured some wine on the table and dipped his finger in it. After Jiang Ni put the account book back into the bottom of the book box and sat opposite her, Li Chungang then used his finger as a pen and the wine as ink. He started writing on the table, one stroke after another, full of vigor and vitality. Jiang Ni sat upright and still, watching the old man write in one go. Half of the table was densely packed with words, like the rugged rocks at the gates of hell. After Old Man Li finished writing, he looked at Jiang Ni. The latter's face was calm. The old man seemed to really mean what he said at the beginning. He did not expect the little girl to learn anything. He wiped his sleeves and started again. This time, Li Chungang spoke, "There are three main points in my Wild Grass. First, it has to be continuous and consistent. Second, it has to strive for thousands of layers. Finally, it has to be a word without fear, without emotion, without desire. Just like this wine, it can be wiped away without a trace. The first point is that one must not be lazy. Even when he is drunk, there is not a single mistake in his cursive writing. There are rules. Why? His daily work is enough to be meticulous. Every word is like waving a sword or a knife. One must not be careless. This Old Man's calligraphy has always been known as the Swift Snake Walking Snake. Looking at his words is like looking at a sword. The sword's edge is awe-inspiring … "
Li Chungang was talking excitedly when he saw Jiang Ni yawning. The ship stopped and seemed to want to go ashore. The old man with a stomach full of frustration lowered his head and took a deep breath. He sighed and muttered, "Don't waste, don't waste." He drank the wine on the table. Jiang Ni was used to this kind of absurd behavior of the old man. Walking out of the cabin together, he saw Xu Fengnian was in the middle of a discussion with the big halberd Ning Emei. It seemed that more than half of the Phoenix Battalion would not go up the mountain. This was also reasonable. Not to mention whether one hundred light armored soldiers could live in the mountain or not, these Northern Liang soldiers themselves were too eye-catching. While Jiang Ni was deep in thought, Old Man Li was still boasting to himself about how his calligraphy had reached perfection. Jiang Ni's left ear went in and out of her right ear. She lifted her skirt with both hands and walked down the wooden plank. From the corner of her eye, she saw a young Kui scuttling ashore with a fat carp in its mouth. It seemed to be asking for credit from Xu Fengnian. However, Xu Fengnian only scolded it once, and the little guy immediately lay on the ground and stopped moving. Was it playing dead? Hsu Fengnian was just about to kick the little guy when his robe was lightly bitten by another young Kui. Only then did Hsu Fengnian stop. The punishment had come to an end. The siblings did not hold a grudge. They happily followed behind His Royal Highness. Seeing this, Jiang Ni's heart ached. These two little idiots, why were they so gentle to Hsu Fengnian?
Hsu Fengnian looked back at the Spring God Lake. His eyes were absent-minded. He muttered, "We've arrived?"
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The capital, Great Peace City.
In the early morning, the sky was gray.
Three hundred cavalrymen galloped over on the official road, kicking up dust.
It was rumored in Jing that the King of Beiliang, Xu Xiao, was about to enter the city. This was the only city in the world with a population of one million. For a moment, the clouds were turbulent. The tall buildings on the main road were filled with all kinds of people. They just wanted to see the true face of Xu Xiao. Even if they could not see him, they would be satisfied just by looking at the carriages. The scholars were impatient, the martial artists of Jianghu were uneasy, and the officials and nobles were noisy. It was rumored that there were dozens of big and small Yellow Doors that were prepared to block the carriages and risk their lives to angrily denounce that butcher for causing great suffering to the people. They were going to curse him for destroying the seeds of more than half of the scholars in the world. There were also rumors that there were countless Wulin heroes that were preparing to assassinate him. Even the storytellers were repeating the same old tune in the tea houses, talking about the Spring and Autumn War.
The ear-piercing cries of cicadas rang out from countless branches in Jing.
There were four holes in the gates of Great Peace City. All the unrelated people inside and outside the gates had been cleared out by the guards of the city gates. When the approaching cavalrymen created a roar that was a hundred times louder than the cries of cicadas, when the people at the gates and on the city walls saw the bright red "King Xu" flag, the morning that had been full of life immediately became suffocating.
The cavalrymen slowly stepped through the city gates.
Other than the sound of the hooves, the entire capital seemed to become silent.
On the main road of the Imperial Palace, the spectators who had taken up good positions couldn't help but hold their breaths.
When the cavalrymen moved further and further away, they looked at each other like they were relieved of a great burden.
The dust had settled.
Two people came from outside the city gates. One of them was an old monk dressed in black robes. He had triangular eyes and a vicious appearance. He was like an old and sick tiger, but his expression was indifferent. The other person had a hunchback and a slight limp. He was dressed in the attire of an ordinary rich man. He raised his head to look at the city walls and smiled slightly. Then he walked through the city gates through the side hole with the black-robed old monk and some peddlers and servants who were doing business in the morning. Occasionally, there would be gazes on the old monk. The black-robed monk did not look like a benevolent monk. However, he was so old that the passersby only glanced at him a few more times before not paying attention. As to the old man beside the old monk, he did not attract any attention. Great Peace City was the most virtuous city in the world. Even the common people in the streets claimed to have seen some great general or scholar. Who would be willing to look at a hunchbacked old man?
Passing through the side hole of the city gates, the rich man and the black-robed old monk slowly walked forward.
The rich man put his hands behind his back and chuckled. "Bald Donkey Yang, of the millions of people in Jing, you are the only friend I have."
The withered old monk said softly, "If you do not touch my head, I am your friend."
The rich man said that there were two things in the world that could not be touched. Old Tiger's butt could not be touched, and the other was this Yang Taisui's head could not be touched. But even though he said this, he impolitely reached out to touch the old monk's bald head. The old monk did not stop him and only sighed.
The rich man rubbed the black-robed old monk's bald head and roared with laughter.
The black-robed old monk had an indifferent expression.
This head.
Qi Xuanzhu had touched it in the past, and then half of the top of the lotus had collapsed.
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