Chapter 171

One of the reasons why Skinny Yang brought Yue Ming out was that he was his confidant. Another important reason was that Yue Ming was the only expert among his confidants. As a guard of the house, he knew how to use flying knives. Was he not an expert?

Yue Ming only hoped that this knife would end his suffering and allow him to return to the Yang family to continue enjoying his life. Thus, he pulled himself together and quietly approached Ye Xiaotian and the others, looking for an opportunity to attack.

There were two types of flying knives: spinning and straight. Spinning was of course further, but straight was much closer. However, straight was more accurate. There were two types of force exertion: arm flick and wrist flick. If you wanted to spin, you would mostly use arm flick. However, that kind of movement was too big, and it would be easy to be discovered in a crowded street.

Thus, Yue Ming could only use wrist flick to throw the knife. Throwing the knife with abrupt force, and there were no tassels on the knife, the effective killing range would not be more than three feet. Even so, it was not something that could be mastered overnight. Yue Ming had always been very proud of his flying knives.

Ye Xiaotian leisurely walked in front with his hands behind his back. Le Yao and Fuwa followed closely behind. The two little ones were still playing as they walked. As Fuwa walked, she would use her head to sneak an attack on Le Yao's buttocks. Although she did not use much strength, she would still bump Le Yao. Fuwa was never tired of it, and Le Yao was also giggling.

A rather imposing door appeared next to them. There was a scaffold in front of the door, and next to it was a pile of bricks and stones. A few craftsmen were busy there. Ye Xiaotian casually glanced at it and saw the words "Tongren Province School" on the lintel. Only then did he know that this was Tongren's government-run school.

Yue Ming hid among the pedestrians and got closer. Gradually, he walked with Ye Xiaotian and the others. Seeing that he had entered the effective distance, Yue Ming grasped the flying knife tightly and suddenly flicked his wrist. The knife flew out of his hand and went straight for Le Yao's temple through the gaps in the crowd.

Although Le Yao was just a little girl, Yue Ming did not hold back at all, this time he went straight for her vital point. Who knew that Fuwa that unlucky child pretended to be obedient and walked a few steps, coincidentally at this moment he jumped up and arched his head towards Yao Yao's other vital point — — her buttocks.

"Aiya! Bad Fuwa! " Being arched by Fuwa, Le Yao fell forward while giggling. The flying knife flew dangerously past the back of her head, but Le Yao did not notice it at all.

Yue Ming was so angry that he stomped his feet. He wanted to stab her again, but he did not have any more knives to stab her. He only had a total of three flying knives. When he was locked up in the water prison by the guards of Qi Mu's residence, two of them were taken away. Only the flying knife hidden at the bottom of his boot was spared. As for this flying knife …

The flying knife flew past the back of Le Yao's head and hit an ink box on the scaffold by the roadside. The black box was smashed into pieces and ink flowed out. The flying knife spun twice and bounced back. The handle of the knife smashed into Fuwa's chubby head.

The flying knife fell to the ground. Fuwa was in a favorable position. Suddenly, she saw a shiny object in front of her. Afraid that it would be taken by someone else, she immediately stretched out her bear claws and grabbed the flying knife with her sharp claws. Then, she stuffed the knife into her mouth …

"Crunch! Crunch … "

Although there were many foodies in the world, who could be compared to this brat? The three-inch lancet knife was happily eaten by him as if he was eating fried beans. While Fuwa was stealing food, the ink box on the scaffold had just been smashed into pieces. A craftsman let out a cry of surprise. Ye Xiaotian and the passersby, including Yaoyao, all looked at the craftsman. No one even noticed that Fuwa was stealing food.

Yue Ming stood on the opposite side of the street. He turned around with a sad face and shook his head at Skinny Yang. Skinny Yang stomped his feet angrily and gestured to him, "Retreat!"

When the flying knife was shot back, it was already stained with ink. Fuwa's sense of smell was very sensitive. That flying knife was only enough to fill the gap between its teeth. It was really not enough to eat. At this moment, it sniffed the smell and walked over. It picked up a piece of broken ink stone and stuffed it into its mouth. "Crunch …"

The taste was not good. Fuwa spat out a mouthful of crushed stone. The craftsman thought that he had found the culprit. He immediately pulled on Ye Xiaotian's sleeve and shouted, "Don't go! Your family's Pi Xiu broke our things. "

"Oh! This one knows his stuff. He recognized that this is a Pi Xiu! "Ye Xiaotian saw that the craftsman recognized his foodie and had a good impression of him.

Fuwa had always been very obedient. He didn't think that it was his own Fuwa who caused trouble. However, the little guy was naughty, so maybe … There was no other "culprit" at the scene. It was probably his own Fuwa who caused trouble. The craftsman's ink box was not worth much. He could just compensate him to prevent another quarrel.

Thinking of this, Ye Xiaotian quickly apologized, "Yes, yes, yes. Uncle, don't be angry. How can a beast understand human affairs? Your ink box is worth a few coins. I will compensate you. "

At this time, the surrounding craftsmen gathered around. One of the craftsmen said, "Oh no, Master Li's calligraphy has been dyed."

It was a piece of calligraphy written on Xuan paper. Originally, it was folded on the scaffold and held down by an ink box. At this time, a craftsman opened the paper and saw that it was soaked in ink, turning black. Except for the last word, nothing else could be seen.

When the craftsman saw this, he became anxious and shouted, "It's fine if the ink box is broken, but these words were written by Master Li and he told us to carve them on the lintel. Master Li is not a good tempered person. Now that the words are gone, we don't dare to ask Master Li for another one."

When Ye Xiaotian heard this, he frowned. He originally thought that it was a matter of a few coins, but he didn't think that it would cause such a big problem. He didn't know who this Master Li was. Since he was able to write a couplet for the prefectural school's gate, he must be a famous person in the local scholarly community or the prefectural school's instructor.

These scholars valued their calligraphy the most. Even though it was just a few words, it could be said that it was worthless or worth a thousand taels of gold. If this Master Li, who was not a good tempered person, asked for an exorbitant price, they wouldn't be able to compensate him even if they had all their money.

"I got it!"

Ye Xiaotian's eyes turned and an idea came to his mind. He immediately said to the craftsman, "Don't shout, don't shout. These words have just been dyed, I can still recognize them."

After Ye Xiaotian said this, he snatched the piece of paper and opened it. Facing the sunlight, he nodded and said, "Oh, so it's this piece of calligraphy. I recognize it. Can you all see it?"

The craftsmen at the side only saw that the paper was black and couldn't see anything. The craftsman said, "Master Li, we haven't seen this piece of calligraphy before. What does it say?"

Ye Xiaotian pointed and said, "Here, look, the color here is darker. Facing the sunlight, it will immediately appear. Alright, I recognize this couplet." As he said this, he opened and closed the piece of Xuan paper and threw it to the side.

Since these craftsmen haven't seen this couplet before, he could just make one for them. Ye Xiaotian's heart settled and said, "Uncle, don't be anxious. Get a brush and ink, I'll write out Master Li's calligraphy for you. Won't that be all? This way, I'll have less trouble and Uncle won't have to be scolded by Master Li. "

When the craftsman heard this, he couldn't help but be moved. A disciple at the side reminded him, "Master, this person … Is his handwriting the same as Master Li's? If it's different, and Master Li sees it … "

The craftsman suddenly came to his senses and said, "That's right! We're going to carve Master Li's calligraphy on the door pillar. Your handwriting is different from Master Li's. Master Li will see through it immediately. "

Ye Xiaotian calmly said, "What style is it? Is it Wang Ti Yan Ti or San Song, or Su Huang Mi Cai? Bring that piece of calligraphy over and I'll take a look." Immediately someone went to bring that ball of Xuan paper over. There was only one word on it, "Look!"

Ye Xiaotian thought, "Look at what? What the hell do you want to look at?"

The craftsman nervously asked, "Can you imitate Master Li's calligraphy?"

Ye Xiaotian laughed and said, "Since it's not a self-created calligraphy, why can't I imitate it? This is … Oh, this is Thin Gold Calligraphy. Wait for me to write this couplet and you can compare it to the original." The craftsman had no choice but to bring a sheet of Xuan paper and prepare a brush and ink. He laid it on a stone slab and asked Ye Xiaotian to write it.

Master Li's writing style was indeed the Thin Gold Style. When Ye Xiaotian was in the dungeon with the elites from the officialdom, he didn't learn anything systematic. However, when it came to calligraphy, he was proficient in the most popular calligraphy of the current dynasty, the Ancient King's Face, and the Thin Gold Style. What he was thinking earlier was: This damned Master Li, what kind of couplet did he write?

These craftsmen had never seen this Master Li's couplet, so it would be easy. As long as the last word was also 'look', naturally he would be able to fool them. After he finished writing, he would be able to slip away immediately. Even if they found out something was wrong, they wouldn't be able to do anything.

When Ye Xiaotian thought of this, he pondered for a moment and wrote a couplet: "My position is high, the sun and moon always pass over my shoulder; my home is wide, the mountains and rivers are often seen in my palm." After Ye Xiaotian finished writing, he put down the brush and looked at it carefully. He confidently said to the craftsman, "Come, take a look and see if there's any flaw."

The craftsman quickly took the wrinkled Xuan paper and compared it with the one Ye Xiaotian just wrote. The strokes were exactly the same. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and said, "Thank heaven and earth, it's actually exactly the same."

Ye Xiaotian smiled and said, "No need to thank me. Since it's like this, I'll take my leave." Without waiting for the craftsman to react, Ye Xiaotian hurriedly gave Yaoyao a look and the two of them led the 'troublesome' Fuwa away.

"Hey, they haven't paid for the ink box yet."

The craftsman suddenly reacted and looked up. Ye Xiaotian had already disappeared. The craftsman looked at the calligraphy again and said contentedly, "Forget it, one ink box isn't worth much. At least now I don't have to see Master Li's sour face."

…

At this time, Master Li came out of the school with a sour face.

Master Li's name was Li Zhongyin. Two days ago, he had gone to Shuixi and was severely reprimanded by the Prefect. The Great Ming Dynasty's southern seven northern sixty-three provinces, each province's Tixue Dao was held by each province's Tixuan Zhuan Zhuan, Zhuan Zhuan Zhuan Daren. The Guizhou Tixue Dao was held by Guizhou Zhuan Zhuan Daren.

The main criteria for evaluating the achievements of the main officials were money, grain, and public security. Then what was the standard for evaluating the achievements of the Prefect? Of course, it was the 'graduation rate'. This was the number of people who passed the Elementary Scholar, High Scholar, and High Scholar examinations.

Tongren was a place that was too isolated. It was difficult to achieve anything in the Imperial Examinations. In fact, it was not only Tongren, but the entire Guizhou Province was like this. Not only could they not compare to Zhejiang Province in the Imperial Examinations, they could not even compare to the Northern provinces. The direct descendants of the Chieftains were able to enter the Imperial Examinations every year, but they were basically 'guaranteed' students. Their results were not important, but their status was the deciding factor.

Tongren had not produced any Elementary Scholar or High Scholar for two years in a row. This time, the Prefect had given a strict order that if there were no achievements in the Imperial Examinations in Tongren Province, his position as the Prefect would come to an end. How could Prefect Li's mood be good?

The craftsman was afraid that there would be another accident, so he stopped his work and stuck the calligraphy on the pillar. Just as he was about to start carving it, Prefect Li looked up and suddenly stopped. He shouted angrily, "Stop! Whose inscription is this on the doorpost? "

The craftsman's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself, "Could it be that Prefect Li saw through it? That's not right, the handwriting is exactly the same. "

The craftsman forced a smile and said, "Master Li, isn't this your handwriting?"

Instructor Li shouted, "You're full of nonsense. I wasn't inscribing this piece of calligraphy at all. Who wrote this piece of calligraphy? Confess now!"

When the craftsman heard this, he cursed in his heart, "I've been tricked by that bastard!" He had no choice but to tell Li Zhongwen everything. When Prefect Li heard this, he became even angrier and said, "Outrageous! How dare you deceive this old man, this old man … "

Li Zhongwen pointed at the craftsman's nose and his voice suddenly stopped. The craftsman was shocked and quickly said, "Master Li, please calm down. You can scold me, you can hit me, you can do whatever you want to me, but please don't get angry."

"Hahahaha …"

Li Zhongwen's anger suddenly turned into joy and he laughed out loud. The craftsman was so scared that he quickly took two steps back. He carefully raised the chisel in his hand and said, "Prefect Li, please don't be so angry that you've lost your mind."

Li Zhongwen asked happily, "You said that the person who wrote this was a young man?"

The craftsman nodded his head timidly and said, "It should be … it should be a young man. His face is very young. Even if he's not a young man, he must be a child who has just reached adulthood."

Li Zhongwen looked at the pillar again and the more he looked, the happier he was, "The words are well written and the couplet is also very impressive. What a talent! If I can get this person under my wing, would I be afraid that he won't be able to pass the imperial examinations? Then wouldn't my enrolment rate be guaranteed this year? "

Li Zhongyin asked excitedly, "Where did that person go?"

The craftsman said, "He went that way. He brought a little girl and a Pi Xiu with him. It's very easy to recognize."

Li Zhongwen did not say a word and immediately chased after him!

If one were to say that they were thirsty for talent, who in the world could compare to these Prefect Prefect Li Zhongwen?