Chapter 177 The Enmity Between the Two Governments
Chapter 177 The grudges between the two governments
Jiang Yan soaked in Ephedra Alley for nearly half a month and finally completed his painting before the secret training of those people ended.
After finishing this painting, Jiang Yan pushed open the door and walked out. This was the first time in half a month that he saw the sun outside.
This painting almost consumed all his spiritual energy. His legs went weak when he raised his feet, and he didn't even cross the threshold. Fortunately, he held on to the door frame, otherwise he almost fell to the ground.
"What's going on with you? How did you get yourself into this?" Zuko asked.
"All my spiritual energy is used for painting," Jiang Yan smiled bitterly.
"What painting"
Su Kou had great confidence in Jiang Chan's painting skills. After spending half a month and being so exhausted, he was very curious about what kind of masterpiece he had created.
"Secret, this is the trump card I prepared for the Ehu Club."
The Shaofu Shenmen life point on his hand was wide open, and all the spiritual energy in Mahuang Lane gathered crazily towards his palm. Su Kou even directly saw the spiritual energy turning into a whirlpool and pouring into his body.
The spiritual power possessed by opening a hundred acupoints is far more than several times that of the same level, even if it takes more than half a day, it is less than one-tenth.
If he wants to return to his peak, it may not be possible even if he is given ten or eight days, but there is a place where he can increase his speed.
The crested eagle carried Jiang Gu away, and finally landed on the snowy top of Songshan Mountain.
As soon as he stepped on the top of the snow, a huge spiritual power enveloped him.
"Master Wife, it's me!"
"Why are you so weak?" Lei Hongnv asked.
"I made a painting and used up all my spiritual power."
Jiang Yan said as he entered the spiritual pool.
This is the place with the most abundant spiritual energy Jiang Yan has ever seen. The spiritual energy transmitted from the center of the earth has almost turned into substance and condensed together.
As soon as he entered, those life points were like black holes, absorbing madly from the spiritual pool, and the originally dry body finally got some moisture.
"Master's wife, where is Song Yu? He was seriously injured," Jiang Yan asked.
"He's a blessing in disguise."
Hearing what Lei Hongyi said, Jiang Yan became energetic.
"You mean, he became enlightened?"
"It can be said that I didn't expect to find a suitable successor at this age. Jiang Yan, I have to thank you."
"You are my wife, why should you be polite to me?"
"How is your master?" Lei Hongyi asked.
"Master Wife, if you want to see my master, you should go as early as possible. The old man is very forgetful now and is getting more and more confused. He will obviously forget what he said yesterday. If you keep delaying, I'm afraid you will actually meet him then.
I don’t even recognize you anymore,” Jiang Yan said worriedly.
"Then...then...I'll find an opportunity to meet you."
"The Bafu Ehu Club will be here soon, and my master is the leader of the Wenfu team."
A few days on the snowy top of Songshan Mountain was far better than a few months of practice in Qingdu, and I finally had the courage to recover before Wen Mansion set off for Xihe.
Before leaving, I looked at Song Yu. Song Yu's body was now wrapped in silk, perhaps waiting for the opportunity to emerge from the cocoon and become a butterfly.
After saying goodbye to Lei Hongyi, Jiang Chan rode a fat tiger and ran through the mountains and forests. Lei Hongyi looked at Jiang Chan's retreating figure thoughtfully.
"Lu Daoxuan, will you still remember me?"
In the Wen Mansion, Lu Daoxuan led the five Wen Mansion geniuses to Xihe.
This class is regarded as the weakest by everyone, especially since there is also a foreigner, Jiang Gu. However, the scribes in Qingdu should eat and drink, and they don't care about their grades at all. After all, they have already
There is no room for retreat.
Almost all the other eight prefectures have their own exclusive carriages and mounts, but the scribes of the Wen Prefecture have their painting spirits and ink spirits, which are as strange as their clothes.
Lu Daoxuan is sitting on the back of the phoenix. This is his most precious painting, the painting spirit of Hanzhilaifeng. Others can only watch it from a distance without even touching it.
But this time, in addition to carrying Lu Daoxuan, Fengling also had a high-spirited young man named Jiang Gu standing on his broad back.
The old man and the young man were chatting and laughing, giving advice, which made those behind them extremely envious.
"These Confucian scholars in Xihe are all very dirty and bad. You have to be careful and pay attention to them," Lu Daoxuan advised.
"I heard that they pay attention to self-denial and restoration of etiquette. How bad can people who receive such teachings be?" Jiang Yan didn't take it seriously. At most, they are just old-fashioned, not bad at all.
"In Xihe, people under the age of 40 are not allowed to drink..."
"It's too bad to take them. These people should all go to hell."
There is no scribe in the entire Qing capital who cannot drink, and the higher the talent, the greater the alcohol capacity and the better the appearance!
"When they treat you as a human being, they will tell you a lot of truths and nag you to try to persuade you to learn their scriptures. But when they find that you are difficult to teach at all, then you are no longer a human being. They
There are many ways to deal with you.”
"Then what should I do if I go?"
Although this was Jiang Chan's first visit to the Confucian Mansion, Xihe's name was already well known to his ears, and he was able to sum up a set of rules from head to toe and incorporate them into precepts, a total of 1,872, which made people tremble.
“Of course we want to show off the elegance of our scribes.”
"What kind of style? Tolerant? Easy-going?"
"What nonsense are you talking to me about, tolerant and easy-going? Is that a scribe? Of course it is true temperament!
When it's time to scold, you should raise your voice and scold these turtles severely. When you attack, those who can be slightly injured should be seriously injured as much as possible. Those who can be seriously injured should be disabled as much as possible, and those who can be disabled should be bruised and ashes as much as possible."
"How much hatred do you have?"
This was the first time Jiang Yan saw Lu Daoxuan being so cruel to a person, not one person, but a group of people!
"Back then, our Wenfu was the strongest among the Eight Prefectures. We were tricked once by the Confucian Mansion and have not recovered for so many years. I heard that this time the Confucian Mansion produced a man called Yan Youqin with the bones of a saint. If you have the ability, beat him up for me.
Damn it, I will definitely ask for credit from you," Lu Daoxuan said bewitchingly.
Lu Daoxuan has always been a gentle and elegant elder, but he cursed a lot along the way, and even if he was thirsty, he would have a few drinks to continue cursing.
"Mr. Lu, you are almost confused. Let me help you drink this wine."
Jiang Yan was Lu Daoxuan's disciple, and it was only circulated among the Wenfu's teachings and teachings, and he chose to keep it secret from outsiders very tacitly.
These people were even more surprised when they saw that Jiang Yan dared to snatch Lu Daoxuan's wine glass, but Lu Daoxuan didn't show any anger at all.
"Shui Wuxin, is this Jiang Yan the nephew of Mr. Lu?" Fu Changlin asked.
"I don't know, but Mr. Lu has always been a loner. He has never heard of any relatives or friends in so many years, let alone his nephew," Shui Wuxin said.
"Then what is their relationship? Are they master and apprentice?" Zhao Suixian was also guessing.
"It shouldn't be. When Li Yelang wanted to become a disciple of Mr. Lu, he was rejected. How could he accept an outsider as his disciple?"
Everyone was convinced that Li Yelang was the strongest genius in Wenfu in the past six hundred years.