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Chapter 112: Gentleman Poaches

Chapter 112: Gentleman Poaches

Fu Ying was so excited that she spread out a piece of rice paper and took up a pen to copy down the newly released "Ding Feng Bo". She did not dare to bother the real anonymous gentleman to do it.

She noticed that Xu Yuanchang did not sign the lyrics even if they were given to her husband.

The husband didn't seem to care. He held the new work in his hands and admired it so much that he forgot himself.

"Sister Fairy, your handwriting is really good. Your writing is powerful, smart and elegant. It's even more beautiful than my young master's handwriting. Can you write one for me too?"

Liu Xianfeng came closer and whispered softly to ask for a calligraphy treasure.

She wanted to hang it in the red willow boudoir where she lived, with good words and good words, which would be pleasing to the eye.

Fu Ying even said he didn't dare, how could he be compared with Mr. Anonymous, but he couldn't stand the little pestering man's repeated compliments.

Even Xu Yuanchang said, "Fellow Taoist Fu, don't refuse. Your handwriting is good and Xianfeng has a good eye."

Instead of being respectful, she obeyed the order, spread out a new piece of rice paper, picked up a pen and wrote a piece of paper, and sent the little tree charm away with joy.

Fu Ying looked at her poem with dried ink. She was quite satisfied with how it was completed in one go. The dots, lines and strokes were all beautiful and charming. She had made another breakthrough in her calligraphy skills. She asked in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Xu, the poem is signed." Can you give me your name?"

"No, if you want to sign, just write anonymous."

Xu Yuanchang had no intention of making a name for himself in the literary world. He was devoted to the Tao and had no distractions. What was the use of a false reputation?

Besides, I don’t have much in my stomach, so why bother asking for trouble if I use up one song and lose another?

It's better to hide your clumsiness and occasionally show your talents in exchange for some benefits.

Yan Ruoxing also said: "Yes, the word 'Anonymous' is enough."

He also told Fu Ying: "Today's grand event, you are lucky enough to witness it, it is your opportunity. Do not let it out, so as not to cause endless literary troubles for the anonymous gentleman. Remember, remember."

Fu Ying immediately understood that bowing should be "yes".

She would never question or disobey her husband's instructions.

This secret was known to only a few people in the world, and she felt extremely honored.

Xu Yuanchang extended his hand to invite the guests to the hall to watch tea. Seeing that the atmosphere was in place and the timing was just right, he said: "Yan Jiaoyu, I have a junior who will be admitted to Linping Academy this year. You are familiar with the academy. I wonder if you can help me." Please take more care of me?"

Yan Ruoxing said cheerfully: "All students who can be admitted to the academy have the qualifications to practice Confucianism. There is no need for anyone to take care of them. They will be directly transferred to the county academy to be classmates with the new students. From now on, Fu Ying will provide guidance and guidance, and they will first step into Confucianism." What do you think of taking the next step beyond the threshold?”

Xu Yuanchang smiled and said, "It's causing trouble for fellow Taoist Fu."

The training environment of the County Academy is not comparable to that of the County Academy, and with Fu Ying's guidance, the little guy is lucky.

Fu Ying understood that Mr. Xu was giving her an opportunity and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Xu, we have known each other for several years and have been friends for a long time. Who is your junior's name? I will go to Linping Academy tomorrow to get the matter settled as soon as possible." Come down."

Xu Yuanchang said the name "Liu Nayun", and Liu Xianfeng cordially invited tea.

After chatting about tea for three rounds, Yan Ruoxing stood up to say goodbye. He was eager to go back and deepen his touching feelings to prepare for the retreat later.

Walking out of the unique mountain gate of Bailin Valley, he pulled Xu Yuanchang aside as he was seeing off his guests.

Fu Ying understood that her husband had something to say to the anonymous gentleman alone, so she and the exquisite Liu Xianfeng fell behind and chatted.

"Brother Xu, apart from Taoist Zhang Wang, does anyone else know that you are the famous 'Mr. Anonymous'?"

Yan Ruoxing asked through a message.

Xu Yuanchang thought for a while and replied through a message: "No one else should know. Taoist Zhang is not a talkative person. He advised me to pursue the Tao wholeheartedly and not to indulge in poetry."

Yan Ruoxing wanted to spit in the old man's face. He must have been talking nonsense like "Poetry Xiaodaoer" again. It was simply a waste of natural resources and he didn't understand the three flavors. However, it was okay. Xu Yuanchang was not at risk of being exposed. The voice transmission warned:
"You must not admit your 'anonymous' identity in front of others. This matter is not a trivial matter. It is not just a small trouble caused by literary fights coming to your door. Don't you know that the two lyrics you wrote can condense a trace of Zhong Ling's literary spirit?
"This kind of literary spirit is a great thing for any Confucian cultivator.

"Not all Confucian cultivators in this world adhere to and follow the 'gentleman's way'. If Confucian cultivators who study the world, uphold the body, benevolent, and broad-minded know that the new words you have written will be published for the first time and can gather the aura of heaven and earth to be written. Angry, if you are a child and enters the bustling market with money, they will definitely have a reason to fight for it, and they will even use any means. You will be in danger in the future.

"With your current level of cultivation, your status as a monster hunter is useless. Do you understand what I mean?"

Xu Yuanchang almost broke out in a cold sweat and clasped his fists in thanks.

Only those who practice Confucianism understand Confucianism best, and even Taoist Zhang Wang underestimated the risks involved.

Although he is not trying to make a name for himself, if he slips up, he will be in serious trouble.

This reminder was timely. He never thought that the peerless poems copied from his previous life could be of such great use when they were published for the first time. Yan Ruoxing asked him to still use "Anonymous" out of kindness.

"Before you advance to the Qi Transformation Realm in the future, I will prepare a big gift for you. It's too early to tell now, otherwise you will get a masterpiece of calligraphy handed down from ancient times that contains 'literary energy' in vain, which will make you feel uneasy and inconsistent with your feelings. "Yan Ruoxing smiled and conveyed the message.

He took out a white jade plaque with the words "Qingping County Academy" engraved on the front. The landscape pattern was exquisite and elegant.

He used his magic power to carve the words "Xu Yuanchang, teach me" on the back, breathed in a breath of breath, handed it to the surprised Xu Yuanchang, and joked: "This is not poaching the corner of the Taoist palace. It is something Zhang Laodao owes me. I will have to face him again later." Scold him and see if he dares to talk back?
"You have refined the sign and kept it. From now on, you can go in and out of the academy's 'library' and 'lecture platform'. If you want to read, debate or ask for advice, you will not be blocked. Being a monster hunter is not easy to use, so you can still get the academy badge." Come out and it may have some unexpected effects.”

What he gave was a formal teaching position in the academy, with certain authority. He would not tell it, leaving it to Brother Xu to discover by himself.

Xu Yuanchang said a few polite words and accepted the teaching status badge.

This is a blatant poaching, but he likes it. I wonder if he will receive a monthly salary?

It was extremely difficult to get an identity at the beginning, and looking back on the hardships makes me feel sad.

After seeing off the two people who flew away, he returned to Bailin Valley with Liu Xianfeng and carefully warned him not to reveal his "anonymous" identity.

Otherwise, Xiao Shumei would show off to her friends, cats, dogs, spiders, how good the poems written by the young master are. Even Mr. Yan from the academy would come to the door to lay paper and burn incense, and he would not be allowed to sit on the candle if anyone heard of it?

The word "literary spirit" is shining brightly on the top of his head, making him dazzling and uneasy wherever he hides.

Liu Xianfeng smiled and went about blackmailing: "You have to write a few more songs and give them to me. This is called hush money. When one day I run out of money, I will sell it quietly for money. You said a word of ten thousand yuan turns out to be true." …”

Then he received a slap in the face and a few lectures.

"If you don't learn from the good ones, just learn some deceptive and deceitful things from Lao Shi. Stay away from Lao Shi from now on."

"Young Master, just write a song when you have some free time. Help me write a custom one. Maybe I can be remembered in your honor, Master. Of course, don't write about me too beautifully. I'll be embarrassed. whee."

"Okay, okay, I'll write it for you when I get inspired."

Xu Yuanchang agreed perfunctorily.

Watching the cheering little stalker fly away, a smile appeared on his face.

The green mountains and green waters are good companions, and the slender wind and bright moon are always there to accompany you.

He practiced leisurely every day and lived a quiet life in seclusion.

Untainted by the troubles of the world.

Most of the casual cultivators have woken up. Since the last time, Wu Laoan, who instigated others to invade Bailin Valley, was arrested by the Baijisi monks, and each one was severely sentenced to mining. No one dares to covet the crooked brain.

Later, there was news that Xu Yuanchang had been promoted to the second floor, and they did not dare to provoke it.

Xu Yuanchang occasionally went to the city to discuss some doubts about cultivation with others. During this period, he and Shi Wangchen went on a mission to capture people in Qingping County, and they completed it without any difficulties.

In Lao Shi's words, monster hunters are catching monsters as well as people, which is generally misunderstood by the outside world.

It's the twelfth lunar month of winter in a blink of an eye.

Covered in heavy snow, Bailin Valley is covered in silver and filled with mist.

Xu Yuanchang was wearing a thin green preaching robe, and a fire was lit in the brazier in the main room. He moved his fingers slightly, pulling the orange-red flames like threads, circling back and forth in the air. The fire threads were slender and never extinguished, and the colors of cyan and orange-red kept changing.

The Qinglong Wood Ascending Technique he practiced was quite effective, and he was able to ignite the breath of wood and turn it into flames. In addition, he paid a price to obtain the "Nanli Fire Technique" secret technique from the black shopkeeper, and received some secret guidance.

It is completely different from the methods of monks who practice fire, and their power and magic are different.

According to the order of the five elements, he can practice the "wind" or "thunder" method next. For the time being, he has not decided on the direction because he lacks the secret method at hand and he looks down upon the magic that is too common.

It is better to learn less and be better than to be greedy for too much.

For half a year, he has yet to make a breakthrough in the "Pinch Mountain Divine Awareness" he has been practicing. He is stuck on the first step and cannot find the divine will in the dark.

Outside the open courtyard door, there is a thick layer of snow, and a fat insect with almost transparent arms is rolling excitedly in the snow, arching and arching, sometimes forming an "S" shape, and sometimes forming an "O". shape.

Pour out its joy and get carried away with it.

The bitter summer is unbearable, and it wishes that the cold winter would last forever and the world would be filled with ice and snow.

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(End of this chapter)

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