The rain in midsummer came and went quickly, and the sky cleared up immediately after Yuan Wushe finished approving his orders. Zhao Suixian and Chen Mo came and went together, and Jiang Yan also rode away on an old donkey.
"Gourd-mouthed gourd, this guy named Jiang Lun is not ordinary. Xuanpu is one of the Yuling Fairy Mountains. The old magic stick said that he is a Xuanpu Qianchengu. This is not an ordinary comment. Why did Yunzhou suddenly appear like this?
"A character?" Zhao Suixian asked.
"You mean we can meet again in the Qingdu Wenfu in the future?"
"I think so too. Look at how he is dressed as a scholar. He will inevitably have to deal with him in the literary examination in the future."
"You don't need to praise me. Of course I know that I am the number one among the younger generation in Yunzhou."
Zhao Qingxian walked in front with his hands behind his back and smiled proudly. Chen Mo remained silent but Zhao Suixian seemed to be able to guess what he wanted to say.
After the three people left, Yuan Wushe was still sitting in the grass pavilion, as if he was still waiting for someone.
"How about these three people?"
Yuan Wushe was not surprised when a voice suddenly sounded in the pavilion. This was the person he was waiting for.
"The three people you asked me to meet are all extraordinary, and their fortunes are deeply involved in the Wen family.
But old friend who has a double-edged sword, don’t be too happy too early, the Wen family may prosper from the three of them, or it may decline from the three of them." Yuan Wushe said.
"What about Jiang Yan's fortune? Have you really not seen through it? Or have you seen through it and dare not say anything?" the mysterious man asked again.
"Is there any difference? As long as he is in Qingdu, his fortune will be stable. The thing you should worry about most right now is not Jiang Yan but the Baiyang Sect."
"Hmph, a bunch of remnants of Baiyang actually dare to cause trouble in Yunzhou. I'm just old, not dead!"
Yuan Wushe smiled, picked up his cloth move, stepped out of his body and disappeared into Lixia Pavilion.
Jiang Qian rode his donkey all the way towards Jianmen. More than a dozen roads in the twenty-three cities of Yunzhou eventually merged into Jianmen, leading directly to the Qing capital. Therefore, outside Jianmen is one of the busiest and most prosperous areas in Yunzhou.
There was a caravan not far away from Jiang Yan. Dozens of oxcarts loaded with goods were filing in. Jiang Yan could smell the strong aroma of wine as soon as he sniffed it!
Jiang Yan followed the wine convoy at a short distance until it got dark. The wine convoy was repairing on the spot, and the convoy's guards were not far away.
Along the way, Jiang Yan's greedy mind was drawn out. It was difficult to start during the day, so he took out two small paper figures from his arms. The previous small paper figures could not even move a small porcelain bottle, but after using the Yin Talisman,
The little paper man has become much stronger.
Under the cover of darkness, the little paper man sneaked into the motorcade. The guards on the side didn't even notice the finger-sized paper man sneaking in.
The weight of the jar of wine was still a bit too heavy, and the two little paper figures were bent down by the weight. They hunched over one after the other to carry the wine and sneaked out to return the way they came.
Jiang Yan was hiding behind a nearby tree. When he saw the stolen wine, he eagerly opened it and took a sip or two.
From ancient times to the present, there are no artists who can’t drink. Jiang Yan’s attainments in winemaking are even better than his painting skills.
After drinking it in one gulp, the slurry is clear in the mouth and becomes spicy as it passes through the throat. After entering the stomach, it seems to turn into a ball of fire burning in the stomach, and the whole body is warm.
"What a great wine," Jiang Yan couldn't help but admire.
Jiang Yan was obviously not the only one paying attention to this batch of wine. He was just stealing the wine, but a group of people were actually robbing him!
Dozens and hundreds of people jumped out of the forest, each riding a tall horse. Jiang Yan recognized them at a glance as a group of bandits who had appeared in Huichun Town.
This group of people didn't ask why, they wielded steel knives and directly chopped down several guards.
"That's the leader"
"You guys, Liu He, the leader of Wuling Trading Company in Qingdu, please spare your lives," an old man in his fifties said hurriedly.
"You know our identities, right?"
"You know, you know, he is a hero from Lishan, right?"
"As long as you know, handing over all the money can still give you a way to survive, otherwise..."
"Here's the money, good man"
Liu He hurriedly took out a ten thousand tael silver note from his arms and handed it over, but the gangster only glanced at it.
"It's not easy for men to go down the mountain. This is not enough. How about I want half of your goods?"
Liu He also wanted to settle the matter in a hurry, so he could only agree.
"I left eleven cars of fine wine for the heroes, what do you think?"
"Wine is nothing. I want the other half. But I heard that you purchased a batch of clear paper from Xihe."
"This...this...you can't do your job if you take this piece of paper away."
Liu He looked embarrassed and wanted to refuse, but a steel knife had already fallen on his neck.
"Okay, okay, you can take them all away."
"You know the truth"
These bandits lowered their vigilance, and just when they were about to snatch the goods, a writing brush slipped from Liu He's sleeve, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Mo method, containing spirit post"
Liu He's calligraphy strokes were as thick and solid as a thousand pens, and thick ink marks flowed under the tip of the pen, entangling the gangsters around him like ropes.
Liu He walked towards the bandits step by step, with ink stains constantly spilling from the tip of his pen.
"Calligrapher!"
These Lishan bandits never expected that this seemingly submissive old man would actually turn out to be a tough guy.
"kill him"
After the leader gave the order, the bandits rushed in in droves. A calligrapher is similar to a painter, each stroke he writes has its own spirituality.
"I wanted to settle the matter, but since you don't give me face, I don't have to give you a way to survive."
It didn't matter if Liu He didn't move, but when he did, it was like thunder, and ink sprayed out with a swipe of a long hair.
"Mo method, spirit-killing sticker"
Drops of ink beads turned into arrows and came like rain. These ink marks seemed to be weak but became extremely sharp after being supported by spiritual power. With one arrow, people and horses passed through, and the wounds of these dead people were
Just some ink stains mixed with blood were left.
The Wenfu is divided into three subjects: calligraphy, painting, and poetry. The calligrapher is the calligrapher. This is the first time Jiang Yan has seen the method of the calligrapher. He has killed dozens of people with one move of the spirit-containing post and the other of the spirit-cutting post.
The leader of the bandits was also subdued. After being entangled by the ink, the bandits were horrified to find that the ink turned into a python, opening its bloody mouth and threatening to swallow him at any time.
"Tell me, who told you that the person I was escorting was Cheng Xinzhi?"
This matter is extremely secretive and only a few people know about it. If the culprit cannot be found out, there will definitely be chaos in the future.
"That person is masked and I don't know who he is..."
"If you don't know, then go to hell."
After Liu He left, the ink python was about to swallow it in one bite, but a sword flew out from the forest and cut off the python directly, turning it into a pool of ink. The sword was also written with ink.
"Finally showed up?"
Liu He watched vigilantly as a masked man wearing night clothes walked out of the forest. From the move just now, he could tell that the man was also a calligrapher, and his strength was definitely not inferior to his.