Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 229 Jize

   Not far from the Tianhu gang's residence, a thousand-legged centipede the size of a finger broke through the dirt and got out from a crack in the street corner.

   "Squeak..."

  The centipede's thousand feet trembled, making ear-piercing insect sounds.

   At the same time, the jagged mouth kept opening and closing, and in the blink of an eye, a piece of silk cloth full of ghostly symbols was spit out by it little by little.

   "Shua!"

  When the silk cloth fell to the ground, a kingfisher flew out from nowhere, its body drew an arc, and its claws grabbed the silk cloth and flew up.

   "呀..."

  The cry was not loud, but it carried a passionate meaning, which attracted other birds to echo.

   Soon.

  The kingfisher landed on a windowsill.

  The room is exquisitely furnished, and the room is full of fragrance. A woman in front of the dressing table is tracing her eyebrows in the mirror. At this time, she stops her hands and comes to the window.

  Stretched out her hand to touch the kingfisher's feathers, the woman took off the silk cloth and put it on the table, then copied a few copies, and ordered the servants to send them out one by one.

  She didn't seem to know what was painted on the silk cloth, she was worried but meticulous.

   An hour later.

   Not long ago, the discussion of the Tianhu Gang was spread to some people, including the fierce quarrel between Elder Zheng and others in the palace.

  ...

   Restaurant.

  Downstairs, merchants, peddlers and pawns are bustling with noise.

  The private room upstairs is also crowded with people, and from time to time, drunk people rush out of it, are supported and yelled to leave.

   Somewhere in a compartment.

  Several people sit around the Eight Immortals table.

There are men and women, some are dressed with bare elbows, like coachmen and soldiers; It's like eating old farmers in the water and in the ground.

   "Tianhu is in a hurry."

  A man dressed as a merchant put down the message in his hand and sneered:

   "It's not like Shicheng outside. There are six waters, three mountains and one field, but there are not so many good roads to go. Our Tianshui village is not a vegetarian. The waterway that has been operated for many years can actually be broken so easily?"

   "The water ghosts and the hidden guards will go according to the original plan. They won't let us live, so we won't be able to transport the goods of the Tianhu Gang."

   "Destroy a few of its cargo ships first, let them have a long memory!"

   "Yes." A man dressed as a fisherman said with a smile:

   "Actually, if we have enough firearms in our hands, let alone a few cargo ships, even the few warehouses of the Tianhu Gang outside the city, we can burn them all down."

   "Don't be careless." Someone shook his head:

   "The Tianhu gang is not that easy to mess with. There are more than ten black iron masters alone. Once they are caught by the tail, they will suffer."

   "Understood." One person snorted coldly:

   "We are not without brains."

   "This is not a martial arts competition. It depends on who has the most strength and the number of people. How to deploy is the most important thing. Moreover, the Tianhu Gang has a great career, and it is impossible to spend it with us all the time."

  Everyone in the field nodded.

   These days, although they are hiding everywhere, thanks to their well-informed information, every attack is a big victory, and they have no fear of the Tianhu Gang.

  If it weren't for the lack of masters, I'm afraid they all have the ability to come back.

   "What did the Su family say?" The only big man in the field who looked like a master said in a muffled voice:

   "After all, the Tianhu Gang has a deep foundation, and it is not good for us to continue to consume it. These days, the brothers are not having a good time."

   "They asked us to wait for a while." The woman in the dust waved her sleeves, the tulle on her body was undulating, and her delicate body was looming:

   "A bunch of things that don't see a rabbit and don't scatter an eagle."

   "After all, there is something to ask for." The person sitting in the middle shook his head lightly and said:

   "The Su family is backed by the military. If it weren't for the rule that the military cannot intervene in the local area, Xiaolang Island and the City Lord's Mansion have been working together to suppress it."

   "They have long been the overlords of Shicheng, and now they intend to expand their power. It is better for us to be obedient."

"Humph!"

   The disgruntled snort came from someone, and the expressions of the others were also different.

   "Tianshui village is not finished." The merchant sighed softly:

   "It's okay to join the Su family, but they can't let us work hard and not give benefits. The Tianhu gang is aggressive, so we should help?"

   "The spies inside the Tianhu gang are the arms of the Su family, and they are also secretly supported by black iron masters. Don't open your eyes and talk nonsense." Someone said.

   "Old ghost, you won't be bought by the Su family, will you?"

   "Peng!"

   One person stood up in fear of the case, with an angry face:

   "Who are you talking about?"

   "What I'm talking about is Ni, the Su family asked us to stare at the front and reap benefits from the back, can't it be said that it can't be done?"

   "The yin and yang are weird, please fight!"

   "I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

"enough!"

  The face of the person sitting upright in the middle sank, and he said in a muffled voice:

   "Look at your appearance, how dignified you are!"

   There was silence in the field.

   "That's all."

   Shaking his head, the man in the middle waved helplessly:

   "That's it for today. I'll report the matter to Senior Mu. Next, let's trust the Tianhu Gang. As for the Su family..."

   "There will be news."

"Yes."

   Everyone had different expressions, some were expressionless, and some had eyes full of anger, but they didn't say much, and left one by one.

  One of the old farmers strolled up the street with a child.

  After mingling with the crowd, the relaxed expression on the old farmer's face disappeared instantly, his body tensed, and he pulled the child into a welcoming team.

   "Master."

  The child is young, but extremely intelligent. Seeing this, he whispered:

"What's wrong?"

   "Something is wrong!"

  The old farmer rolled his eyes and secretly scanned his surroundings:

   "This meeting is very wrong. Since I sat down there, I have the feeling of being followed, and my scalp is numb."

   "It's like being stared at by some horrible thing."

   From the beginning to the end, the discussion seemed to be under the watchful eye of a certain existence, and everyone's every move was monitored.

  The invisible terrifying coercion made him almost suffocate.

  Even though he has seen many strong men of black iron, he has never imagined what he is like today, which made him feel endless fear from the depths of his blood.

   "No wonder!"

  The child's eyes are wide open:

   "I said, why are you so honest this time, without saying a word."

   "That's not the point!" The old farmer knocked on the top of the child's head with a gloomy expression:

   "My bloodline is different from ordinary people, and I can detect certain existences. This time we are probably being targeted by someone. It is most likely the Tianhu Gang."

   "They will never let us go!"

   "Then what should I do?" The child realized the seriousness of the problem, his body tensed and his face was pale:

   "Old man, let's escape!"

   "Escape?" The old farmer showed bitterness:

   "Where are you going?"

   "Although we left the restaurant, it stands to reason that no one should continue to follow, but I feel that we are still in the sight of others."

   "Fortunately, it should be a long-term strategy to kill big fish. Small people like us are not taken seriously, so we have been holding back and not making a move."

   "Old man." The child's body tensed up:

   "Don't scare me."

   "Don't worry." The old farmer took a deep breath, his face tensed:

   "Let's go to Hua Quanji. Elder Hua is a black iron master, and he will definitely protect us."

  The child nodded again and again.

  The old farmer didn't say a word, even if he found Hua Quanji, the terror of the people who followed him might not solve the problem.

   I am afraid that the meat bun will beat the dog, and I will never come back.

  But the water of misfortune led to the east, and there were people blocking it, so they had a chance to escape.

   Even what he said at this time, he did it on purpose, just to let the people behind the scenes hear that there was a big fish behind, so he wouldn't do it in advance.

"Walk!"

  Seeing that there has been no change in the surroundings, the old man is sure and moves forward.

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  Ji Ze raised the pen with a dignified expression. Then he folded his sleeves with his left hand and put the pen down with his right hand. The pen was like a snake, and four large characters appeared on the expensive water pattern paper.

  Budo prospers!

"it is good!"

Beside   , a beautiful woman in a long purple dress with a three-foot long sword hanging from her waist tapped her hands and said with a smile:

   "I haven't seen you for a while, but your calligraphy has improved again."

   "The ancient ink is full of fragrance, the inkstone is full of light, and the pen is like a dragon and a snake, whether it is vigorous or tactful. These four characters are like a warrior on the battlefield, and it makes me feel the coldness of the north wind entering the customs."

   "Budo prospers!"

  The woman’s name is Rong Yue, and she sighed softly:

   "Well said, written better."

   "Majestic and fascinating, the reason why the Dalin Dynasty has stood firm for hundreds of years, and the military has conquered all directions and won a hundred battles is not because of these four words."

   "Haha..." Jize laughed long:

   "You still understand me, Rongyue."

   "Old Xu."

  He looked sideways at the wrinkled old man beside him:

"What do you think?"

   "Master Hui, this old slave doesn't know calligraphy." Xu Lao raised his eyebrows slightly, a flash of light flashed, and his powerful aura seemed to rush out of his frail body.

  Late stage of Black Iron!

  He seems to have a different way of practicing, his physical body is not strong, but the source power in his body is astonishingly terrifying, even surpassing Su Gongquan, the head of the Su family.

  The power of the Ji family is indeed great, but it has not yet reached the point where the masters of the later stage of Heitie are willing to be house slaves.

  But Mr. Xu is different.

  His life belongs to the Ji family, and he can have today's cultivation base and strength, all thanks to the help of the Ji family, and there are even descendants who need to take care of him.

  So willing to be a slave.

   This time, accompanied by Rong Yue, it is also to ensure that Jize is safe.

   Shaking his head, Jize looked at one person in the field, smiled, and said slowly:

   "Old Wang, come and comment on one or two."

   "My lord, you are welcome." Mr. Wang is a great calligrapher in the city, and if it weren't for the current lack of writing skills, he might have been named Kyoto.

  He is old, trembling forward, looking at the four big characters in front of him, nodded and said:

"good."

  Ji Ze raised his eyebrows and showed a satisfied smile.

   But the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

   "Young master's brush strokes are smooth and smooth, and his strokes are like clouds of smoke. He has mastered all the tricks of brushwork, which is rare among martial arts practitioners."

  Old Wang didn't know Jize's identity, but he knew that the other party must have a special background, so he spoke a few words of admiration, and the conversation changed slightly:

   "However, there is a little craftsmanship, but at the young master's age, it is already extremely remarkable."

  He spoke very politely, thinking that he was pertinent and saved the other party's face, but he didn't notice the coldness that flashed in Jize's eyes.

   "Old Wang is too much."

  Jize took a deep breath and said:

   "The younger generation knows that they still have shortcomings, so I invite you here today to ask for advice."

   "I don't know if the senior can leave a pair of calligraphy, so that the junior can understand a little bit, and also know where I am weak? Where is my deficiency?"

  By the side, Rong Yue was full of smiles, but disdain already flashed in her eyes.

   Rely on the old and sell the old!

   Courting death!

"This…"

  Old man Wang is getting old and trembling with chopsticks. He stopped writing a few years ago and never heard anything wrong.

  He pondered for a while, and waved back:

   "Sun Tu, write a few words."

"Yes!"

  A young man in the field looked excited, stepped forward, and clasped his fists at Jize:

   "My lord, please give me your advice."

   "Don't dare to do it." Jize stood with his hands behind his back, and nodded calmly:

   "Your Excellency is an excellent apprentice of Wang Lao, and he must have obtained his true biography. I also want to experience it. How about the calligraphy of the younger generation in Shicheng?"

   "Yes." Sun Tu should say yes, stepping forward to grind ink.

   "Let me do it." Rong Yue smiled softly:

   "Sun Gongzi just write."

  Sun Tu has never seen such a beautiful woman, the other's glance and smile made his heart beat wildly, he hurriedly bowed his head, and nodded repeatedly:

"Yes."

"whee…"

  Rong Yue pursed her lips and smiled lightly, as if she was quite interested in the boy's shyness, as if she hadn't noticed the displeasure in her young master's eyes.

  Sun Tu regained his composure, holding an ink pen.

  Holding the pen holder in his hand, his face suddenly became condensed, his mind was calm, and all distracting thoughts in his eyes disappeared, only the blank paper and pen and ink remained in front of him.

   Unexpectedly, he looks like Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi.

  Rong Yue raised her eyebrows, and saw that Sun Tu wrote the same four big characters as if he had a pen.

  Wen Dao tirelessly!

"it is good!"

   There was a sound of admiration, and then it stopped abruptly.

   Rong Yue smiled and took a step back without commenting.

   In fact, there is no need to make comments. Everyone present, except Xu Lao who is not good at calligraphy, can tell the quality of the two calligraphy at a glance.

  As Wang Lao said, Jize's handwriting has more craftsmanship.

  Sun Tu's handwriting, flamboyant and phoenix dancing, combining hardness and softness, and revealing the sincerity of never regretting death, can be regarded as the masterpieces of famous masters.

   Just looking at Jize's handwriting, it is not bad, and it can also bluff people when it is framed.

   But I am afraid of comparison.

   Shop around and throw it away!

  In front of Sun Tu's words, Jize's four words are instantly dimmed and lacking in style, with incongruity everywhere in every stroke.

"Ah…"

  Ji Ze sighed lightly, nodding repeatedly:

   "Good word!"

   "Worthy of being an excellent apprentice of Wang Lao, Brother Sun's handwriting is so good and wonderful, I'm afraid he is already better than blue?"

   "Don't dare." Sun Tu shook his head again and again:

   "Master Wang's technique is as vast as the sky, and the younger generation is far inferior. I am afraid that it will be less than one ten-thousandth of the master in this lifetime of hard work."

  Jize's expression froze.

  In this way, wouldn’t it be worse to write by yourself?

   "Brother Sun is too modest." With a forced smile on his face, he said:

   "What you wrote is already pretty good."

   "Far from enough." Sun Tu didn't notice anything wrong, shook his head and said:

   "Still working hard."

   "Why are you working so hard?" Ji Ze's face darkened, and his voice became much more indifferent:

"enough."

   "After all, it's for housekeeping." Sun Tu said with a smile:

   "The villain earns money by writing for others and supports his family. Naturally, he wants to write better, so that he can live up to the cultivation of Master Wang and the trust of the master."

"pity!"

  He sighed lightly:

   "I care too much about money, and my ink is also very ingenious, so it's hard to see detachment."

"Well…"

  Ji Ze pondered, nodded and said:

"makes sense."

  He stretched out his hand, put Sun Tu's hands in his palm and watched carefully, and sighed:

   "The hand that waits for writing is really hard."

  Sun Tu was flattered, and hurriedly shook his head: "It's not hard, it should be..."

"what!"

  Before he finished speaking, he screamed suddenly, and the great pain came from his hands, making his forehead sweat, and he staggered to his knees.

  Ji Ze's face turned cold, and when he exerted force with his hands, he directly crushed Sun Tu's hands.

  The crackling sound made everyone in the field pale.

   Wait until you let go.

  I saw that the hands that used to hold the pen were completely distorted and deformed, like sticky flesh, weird and terrifying.

   "Why so hard."

  Ji Ze breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

   "Rong Yue, just give him some Origin Stones, and just live a good life. It hurts me to see such painstaking efforts to write and support a family."

"Yes."

   Rong Yue smiled and nodded, as if she was used to it, she threw out a few Origin Stones with a wave of her hand:

   "Pull it out!"

"Yes!"

  The guard Shen Shengying, who had been guarding outside all the time, separated the crowd, stuffed the Origin Stone into the screaming Sun Tu's arms, and pulled it out the door.

  They listened to their orders and pulled it out as soon as they said they would pull it out. They never had to lift it.

  The screams became farther and farther away, and everyone in the room turned pale.

  Old Wang trembled, and he didn't dare to say a word.

"continue."

  Ji Ze smiled:

   "Aside from some talent in martial arts, Ji has always been interested in calligraphy in his life. Today he is..."

   "Boom!"

  Suddenly, there was a roaring sound from the street outside, like rolling thunder, which was endless and interrupted his voice and movements.

  (end of this chapter)