Xiwen

The steep mountain wall is like a wall, not high but the water flowing down due to the terrain falls into Tanzhong, and almost instantly the vibration turns into static stagnant water. In addition, the dense trees around it completely surrounded this small world, Ye Wen was not worried that anyone would look at him now.

Sitting under the waterfall, letting the cold water flow slide past him. After being impacted by the cold water flow from the torrent, my mind, which was already surging with heat, calmed down a lot.

"Fortunately, my internal strength is quite deep, otherwise it would be difficult to clear out the remaining poison in my body!"

Fortunately, Ye Wen continued to sit under the waterfall. It was not that he had any self-abuse hobbies, but that letting the water flow impact seemed to have a little benefit to his internal strength.

But the effect is too weak and faster than his own practice. In fact, this is not slow. If it weren't for the magical cold spring in Shushan Sect, he would have really wanted to find a big waterfall and practice it well.

"Or learn that Yang Daxia went to the beach to practice qichao?"

There is really a sea here in Pingzhou. However, there was a cold spring on the side before, so Ye Wen temporarily threw this method that claimed to be able to master the domineering internal strength. Now that he was soaked in this waterfall, he remembered this method again.

He sat quietly for a day and night, and waited for another day and dawn, and Ye Wen got up from the waterfall. On that day, he took some wild game nearby, caught a fish and treated three meals. Although he had no ingredients, he was very happy.

In this world that has not been harmed by technology, these native fish are indeed much more delicious. If he had not been responsible for the rise and fall of a school, he would have really thought that he would have traveled alone and tasted wild game all over the world without hesitation.

With just one thought, countless rare beasts in the world had already turned around someone's mouth.

In the following days, Ye Wen did not go back to Shushan County directly, but took a few turns near Pingbei County. He was afraid that the Tianle Gang would take the opportunity to send pursuers or something. It was not that Ye Wen could not go back to Shushan directly and wait for the enemy to come, but he felt that he could use the short journey from Pingbei County to Shushan County to slowly deal with the other party, and even directly wiped out it.

Unfortunately, the Tianle Gang did not make any response. I remembered that Huayi once said that the Tianle Gang still has important things to do in the Central Plains, and it seems that he has no time to take care of himself in a short period of time.

After confirming this, Ye Wen turned around and embarked on the way back. This time he was almost the same as when he came. He would take care of the injustice along the way. If he didn't meet him, he wouldn't go to look for him.

The thief who was not open to his eyes did not meet this time. I guess he killed too hard when he came and had already made a name for himself. No matter how hard the bandits and bandits did not open their eyes, they would not come to cause trouble for themselves.

There are no bandits, but it doesn’t mean there is nothing else. As soon as I step into Xiangfeng City, where Pingzhou Prefecture is located, a pickpocket stared at the cowhide bag that had been hanging around Ye Wen’s waist.

If Ye Wen hadn't been alert, this thing would have been stolen like that sachet.

"If you lose the sachet, you will lose the cowhide bag again. When you go back, will the junior sister not be able to fight with me?"

So for this little thief who wanted to steal his things, Ye Wen threw him into the government office, and asked a brush for the fortune teller on the roadside, and wrote a big word "steal" on his face and threw it to the government office. As for how the government handled it, he couldn't care.

He originally thought that this kind of handling was low-key enough. At least he didn't destroy the thief or kill him directly on the spot. No one should have noticed that he was, but he didn't expect that he would have followed a little tail along the way.

After going around and deliberately circled around for several times, he could not get rid of the guy. Ye Wen was sure that the person behind him was probably the local snake here and was very familiar with the surrounding environment, so he could not get rid of him.

Seeing this, he stopped wandering around, but walked into a dead end, and stood quietly waiting for someone to come - the man was obviously not a person who knew kung fu. Although he had been hanging behind him, he was very reluctant to follow him.

Ye Wen really couldn't figure out what it was for such a person to stare at him. Perhaps the only explanation was that a down-and-out boy was devoted to martial arts, so he wanted to take him as his teacher?

"It seems that there is only such a possible explanation!"

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a while, a scholar stumbled in. Then he saw Ye Wen standing there quietly looking at him, and immediately tidied up his somewhat messy clothes. Then he respectfully gave Ye Wen a big gift (the kind of ninety degrees) and said, "I have met Mr. Liu Muyan!"

Ye Wen was stunned by the scholar's great gift. He still bowed and did not get up until he noticed that the other party had bowed and bowed, and then he returned the court and said, "You are so kind, I can't take the word "sir!"

At this time, the gentleman was not a name that could be called casually. Ye Wen had nothing to do with this Liu Muyan without relatives or reasons. This was even the first time we met today, but we couldn't be treated like this.

Unexpectedly, Liu Muyan, who was obviously a scholar, still said respectfully: "It's worth it, but with the good handwriting of Mr. Mr. before, the word "Two" is worth it!"

"Character?"

Seeing the other party looking puzzled, Liu Muyan explained immediately: "Just now, I saw the big word "steal" written by the gentleman on the face of the gentleman on the beam. It was not only vigorous and powerful, but also faintly outlined the essence of the word "steal", which was vivid and vivid, just like a real stolen. This kind of writing force is really so embarrassing!"

Speaking of this, Ye Wen realized that Liu Muyan was actually attracted by his casual brush calligraphy.

When it comes to this brush calligraphy, Ye Wen really has to thank his predecessor. If you want to talk about this brush calligraphy, he really has the seven or six orifices. However, the original owner of this body has a lot of love for calligraphy and painting, and has devoted himself to practicing hard work. Unfortunately, he died without practicing anything.

After Ye Wen took over this body, because there was only writing calligraphy in this world. In addition, Ning Ruxue was very familiar with his senior brother's font, which made him nervous for a while. At the beginning, he didn't even dare to touch the pen.

Later, after secretly trying to write a few words, he found that his body seemed to have a deep memory of writing. As long as he wanted to write, his hands holding the pen could write it out naturally.

With this understanding, he felt relieved and no longer had to worry about writing with his pen. Then his skills became more and more profound, his hands were steady and strong, and the words he wrote became more and more vigorous. Now he was vaguely aware of his words. Even Xu Xian was envious of his words.

"If my senior brother doesn't always waste time on the inexplicable pictures, this calligraphy will probably be more diligent!"

Ye Wen ignored his junior brother's complaints, and he would only say in his mind: "I'm full and I've drawn two cartoons, and you're also complaining. Aren't you very happy to read them?"

But Ye Wen did not value his calligraphy. At most, he felt that he would not be embarrassed when writing letters and copying books. He really didn't think that it was useless to be a good person to write a good handwriting.

I didn’t expect that this word attracted a scholar today.

"You looked at my handwriting and followed me?" Ye Wen nodded when he saw the scholar and asked again: "Then what do you want to do when you follow me? You can't let me write a letter to you, right? My brother Guantai..."

When Ye Wen spoke, he raised his forearm and then waved it from top to bottom. The meaning was self-evident. Liu Muyan was wearing a scholar's shirt and was definitely not a person who was not knowledgeable about literature.

Liu Muyan shook his head: "The last school is 28 years old this year, and I have never passed the exam many times. I am not inferior to anyone in my knowledge, but I haven't even passed the exam, but it's because..."

"Why?" Ye Wen was also a little curious. If this person hadn't been bragging here, there would be something unspeakable. Otherwise, why wouldn't even be a scholar? This would be a huge blow to scholars.

Especially this person is already twenty-eight years old and is about to go to thirty. In this world, if you still have nothing to achieve at the age of thirty, you can be called a waste. What can a weak scholar who has been reading books for more than twenty years? In the end, either die in poverty or throw away the books to do some jobs within your ability to make a living.

Like Liu Muyan, who is very confident in his talent and learning, may not give up studying and taking the exam, so he may die in poverty and destitute.

"Because..." Liu Muyan seemed to have something unspeakable, and he was stuttering when he said this.

Ye Wen waited for a moment and felt impatient. Anyway, he didn't know Liu Muyan, so he just talked with him for a moment. Now he even said something unhappy, so he naturally didn't want to listen anymore and said casually: "Since brother Tai doesn't want to tell me, then I'll say goodbye!"

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave. When Liu Muyan saw this, he immediately became anxious and said hurriedly: "Because the words you are reading are too sloppy and ugly, so you all refuse to let me pass the exam. Even in the last two exams, they threw them aside without even reading the content."

When Liu Muyan said this, he felt depressed. He had been wasting his time over the years because of his handwriting. He didn't take any exams every year, and he had to do his best every time he caught up.

He showed himself that it was not impossible to win three yuan in his heart. Unexpectedly, after wasting more than ten years, he was not even a scholar. But he wasted his time. But the scholar was the lowest-level qualification certification in the world. Only scholars were lower than him. If you are a scholar, you could be a scholar.

It was even more out of reach for the juren and even the top scorer in the palace examination. After hitting a few times, Liu Muyan decided to find a calligraphy teacher to practice calligraphy. At this time, he met Ye Wen and captured a pickpocket while making trouble. He saw that the young man who was arresting was also gentle and thought that he was a scholar like him. He didn't expect that he was a martial arts master. He just pinched his hand and the arrested thief screamed.

Seeing this, he thought it was another good excuse for a man in the world to show off his evil spirits, and he sighed in his heart that the young man was so innocent that he looked like a good person. However, he was surprised to see that the young man borrowed a pen from the fortune teller on the street and wrote a word on the stole's face.

He was immediately attracted by the word and thought that this person had never seen the font. He thought he was a self-contained person. Even if he was not a master of calligraphy, he was still a person with a lot of experience in calligraphy. If he saw him today, how could he let him go?

Even Ye Wen took the thief to the government office, then looked at the two officers standing guard, and threw the thief to his side and left without caring about it. He just followed Ye Wen, hoping to find an opportunity to become a teacher and learn calligraphy well.

After hearing what Liu Muyan said, Ye Wen was surprised. He didn't want to write a word casually, but he actually attracted someone who wanted to become a disciple. Although he was the master of the school who taught his disciples, he learned the words...

"You want to learn calligraphy from me?"

Liu Muyan nodded wildly, and then gave another big gift: "Sir, please teach me!"

Ye Wen scratched his head: "This...is not something that cannot be taught, but you come to become a disciple without even asking what I am called or what I am doing. Is it too reckless?"

Liu Muyan was shocked and then remembered that this erudite scholar who was not a famous and famous scholar in the world. He would not mention his youthful appearance (anyone in the book is the first. Since the person writes better than himself, it is not a big deal for him to learn to write). He just captured a thief in a mess and told him not to resist. This behind him is not something that ordinary people can possess.

"Although people in the world act only based on their likes and dislikes, there are also so-called famous and upright sects. If this person is a good person, but if he is a disciple of an evil sect, what should I do?"

Liu Muyan thought about it all over and over, but the gift was confiscated and he still looked at Ye Wen respectfully.

Seeing him like this, Ye Wen no longer felt embarrassed for him and answered directly: "Ye Wen, the head of Shushan Sect, is the leader of Shushan Sect. Although our Shushan Sect has many disciples to teach skills, it teaches martial arts. As for writing and other words..."

Ye Wen really wanted to say that although he taught, he was just a little easier and did not value it. There was really no disciple who didn’t practice martial arts and only learned literature - he didn’t open Shushan Academy.

"Shushan Sect?" Although Liu Muyan always walked around, he was really not very clear about the things in the world. He knew that he knew several well-known sects, including Zen, Tiandao Sect, Tianshan Sect, etc. As for those small families, he had never heard of them, let alone the new forces that had emerged in recent years.

"Located on Shushan outside Shushan County, my sect has only developed in the past two years. It is not surprising that you have never heard of it!" Ye Wen responded casually, thinking that since he knew that I was a martial arts teacher and a small sect, I think this person would not have any interest.

Unexpectedly, Liu Muyan didn't care about those things at all. The size of the sect has nothing to do with him. It's just that Ye Wen, the leader who is good at calligraphy, was interested. What he cares about is whether this sect is a decent or an evil sect? If it is a decent sect, it would be fine. If he really entered the official career in the future, not only will there be no trouble, but it will also be beneficial.

But if he is a evil sect who is causing trouble, then if he rashly throws in, wouldn’t he ruin his whole life?

After thinking about it all over the end, with his poor and outrageous martial arts knowledge, Liu Muyan came to a pretty good conclusion: "Since it is called Shushan Sect, I think it is not a bad sect, right? It seems that all the sects are the right way. Bad people usually teach and help!"

Ye Wen didn't know what he was thinking, and just said that once he made it clear, the man would not bother him anymore and would turn around and leave. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, there was a "thump" sound coming from behind.

When he turned around, Liu Muyan actually knelt on the ground, kowtowed three heads firmly, and shouted: "Please accept the students, the students are willing to join the teacher!"

Liu Muyan didn't know what the Shushan Sect is now, nor did he know that there are many rules for accepting disciples from the Jianghu Sect, so he could bow to him by just kowtow. Even when the Shushan Sect was in the most difficult time, Ye Wen was very cautious in accepting disciples. So far, he has accepted three disciples, all of whom are extremely talented.

And this Liu Muyan...

Not to mention whether he is nearly thirty years old and can withstand the life of Shushan School with his bookish spirit. Ye Wen thought about it and saw that this man had even knocked his head, and he couldn't teach him, so he had to answer: "If you want to learn calligraphy from me, then follow me! Although I don't know anything, since you want to learn, it doesn't matter. As for the apprenticeship or something... let's talk about it..."

Ye Wen's self-representation should be enough to satisfy the scholar Liu Da. Unexpectedly, this person actually kowtowed a few more times and said, "Since you have to teach skills, you are the master below, and the master above, and you will be worshipped by the students!"

Hearing him say this, Ye Wen knew that he could not escape anyway, so he took a few more deaths, and then asked Liu Muyan to get up quickly.

"Since you have become my teacher, I can't treat you poorly. Take me to your residence first, clean up the things, and write a few words for me to see. I can also know how bad your word is!"

I thought that this official who could be called a proctor invigilator even didn't even read the content and threw the paper aside. He determined that the exam was not done. Isn't this word a ghost crying and howling?

He still had hope in his heart, and thought that this person who has been with his calligraphy for many years should be limited even if his calligraphy is bad. He only needs a little guidance to get rid of this scholar.

But when he arrived at Liu Muyan's residence, the newly accepted student handed the words he wrote to him. Ye Wen looked at them for three times and suddenly felt the urge to faint.

Because after reading for a long time, he could only vaguely identify what words were written on it. If such words appeared on the roll of paper in piles, he would be afraid that whoever looked at them would vomit. No wonder the adults in charge of the exam were not even feeling the same as reading them.

What's even more terrible is that Ye Wen took the word far away and looked at it, and he vaguely felt that what he was in his hand was not a word, but a pair of ink painting, or a new school of painting with extreme postmodern abstractism.
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