Beiyin Great Sage

Not far from the Tianhu Gang's station, a thousand-legged centipede the size of a finger broke through the soil and emerged from a gap in the street corner.

"squeak……"

The centipede's thousand legs trembled and made a harsh insect chirp.

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 spat out bit by bit.

"Uh-huh!"

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

"Hey..."

The cry was not loud, but it was full of excitement, which attracted other birds to echo.

soon.

A kingfisher landed on a windowsill.

The room was exquisitely furnished and filled with fragrance. A woman in front of the dressing table was looking in the mirror and tracing her eyebrows. At this moment, she stopped what she was doing and came to the window.

After reaching out and touching the kingfisher feathers, the woman took off the silk cloth and placed it on the table. Then she copied several copies and ordered her servants to send them out one by one.

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

An hour later.

Not long ago, the matter discussed by everyone in the Tianhu Gang reached the hands of certain people, including a fierce quarrel among Elder Zheng and others in the palace.

…………

Restaurant.

Downstairs, there was a bustle of merchants, peddlers and footmen, making a lot of noise.

People were coming and going in the private room upstairs, and from time to time drunken people would run out of it and be helped and shouted away.

A cubicle somewhere.

Several people sat around the Eight Immortals table.

They were both men and women, some were dressed with bare elbows, like coachmen and strong soldiers; some were dressed in fancy clothes, as if they were born in a dusty place; some were holding dry pipes in their hands, taking a few puffs from time to time, with wrinkles on their faces. Like an old farmer digging in the water and fields.

"Tianhu is in a hurry."

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

"It's no better than Shicheng outside. There are six rivers, three mountains and one farmland. There are not so many good roads. Our Tianshui Village is not a vegetarian. The waterway we have been operating for many years can actually be broken through so easily?"

"The water ghosts and secret guards will still go according to their original plan. If they don't let us live, we will make it impossible for the Tianhu Gang's goods to be transported out."

"Destroy a few of its cargo ships first, so they can remember it!"

"Yes." A man dressed as a fisherman smiled and said:

"Actually, if we have enough firearms in our hands, not to mention a few cargo ships, even the warehouses of the Tianhu Gang outside the city, we can burn them all."

"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 competition. It depends on who has the strength and the number of people. How to deploy them is the top priority. Moreover, the Tianhu Gang has a great cause and cannot keep consuming us."

Everyone in the field nodded.

Although they have been hiding everywhere these days, thanks to their well-informed information, they have won great victories every time they attack, and they no longer have any fear of the Tianhu Gang.

If it weren't for the lack of experts, I'm afraid everyone would be able to make a comeback.

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

"After all, the Tianhu Gang has a deep foundation. It will not be good for us if we continue to use it up. These days, the brothers are not having a hard time either."

"They asked us to wait for a moment." The Fengchen woman waved her sleeves, her body was undulating with gauze, and her delicate body was looming underneath:

"A bunch of things that don't show off their hawks when they don't see rabbits."

"After all, there is something to ask for from others." The man sitting in the middle shook his head gently and said:

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

"They have become the overlords of Stone City a long time ago. Now they intend to expand their power. It is best for us to obey."

"snort!"

An angry groan came from someone's mouth, and other people also had different expressions.

"Tianshui Village can't be built." The merchant sighed:

"It's okay to join the Su family, but they can't let us do our best without benefiting from it. The Tianhu Gang is aggressive, so we should help, right?"

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

"Old ghost, you won't be bribed by the Su family, right?"

"Peng!"

One person got up because he was afraid of the crime, with an angry look on his face:

"Who are you talking about?"

"That's what I'm talking about. The Su family wants us to watch from the front while we reap the benefits from behind. Can't we just say that?"

"Yin and yang are weird, beg to be beaten!"

"I'm afraid you won't make it!"

"enough!"

The person sitting in the middle looked down and spoke in a muffled voice:

"Look at how well you look!"

There was silence.

"That's all."

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

"That's it for today. I'll report the matter back to Senior Mu. Next, I'll rely on the Tianhu Gang for the next step. As for the Su family..."

"There will be news."

"yes."

Everyone had different expressions, some were expressionless, and some had angry eyes, but none of them said anything more and left one by one.

One of the old farmers took a child and strolled down the street.

After blending into the crowd, the relaxed expression on the old farmer's face disappeared in an instant, his body tensed, and he pulled his child into a queue to welcome the bride.

"Old man."

The child was young, but extremely smart. When he saw this, he whispered:

"What's wrong?"

"Something's wrong!"

The old farmer rolled his eyes and glanced around secretly:

"There is something very wrong with this meeting. Ever since I sat down there, I have felt like I was being watched, and my scalp has gone numb."

"It's like being targeted by something scary."

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

The invisible terrifying pressure almost suffocated him.

Even though he had seen many powerful black iron men, he had never imagined that he would be like this today, which made him feel endless fear deep in his blood.

"No wonder!"

The child’s eyes widened:

"I asked you why you were so honest this time and didn't say a word."

"That's not the point!" The old farmer tapped 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 afraid that we are being targeted, and it is most likely the Tianhu Gang."

"They will never let us go!"

"What should we do?" The child then realized the seriousness of the problem, his body tensed and his face turned pale:

"Old man, let's escape!"

"Escape?" The old farmer said bitterly:

"Where to escape?"

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

"Fortunately, we should take the long term to catch the big fish. Small people like us are not taken seriously, so we have been holding back and not taking action."

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

"Don't scare me."

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

"Let's go find Hua Quanji. Elder Hua is a master of black iron and can definitely protect us."

The child nodded repeatedly.

But the old farmer didn't say anything. Even if he found Hua Quanji, the terror of the person he was following might not be able to solve the problem.

I'm afraid that the meat bun will beat the dog and he will never come back.

But the disaster was diverted to the east, and there were people blocking it, so they had a chance to escape.

Even what he said at this time was intentional, just to let the people behind the scenes hear it and know that there was a big fish behind him, so they would not take action in advance.

"Walk!"

Seeing that there was no movement around him, the old man made up his mind and moved forward.

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Ji Ze raised his pen with a solemn expression. Then he rolled up his sleeves with his left hand and started writing with his right hand. Four big characters appeared on the expensive water-grained paper.

Prosperous martial arts!

"good!"

Next to him, a beautiful woman wearing a long purple dress with a three-foot sword hanging from her waist tapped her hands and said with a smile:

"I haven't seen you for a while. My calligraphy has improved again."

"The ancient ink is full of fragrance, the inkstone shines with light, and the pen moves like a dragon or a snake, either vigorous or graceful. These four words are like warriors on the battlefield, and they make me feel the coldness of the north wind."

"Martial arts prosper!"

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

"Well said, better written."

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

"Haha..." Ji Ze laughed:

"Rongyue still understands me."

"Mr. Xu."

He turned his head and looked at the wrinkled old man next to him:

"What do you think?"

"Back to the young master, I don't know calligraphy." Mr. Xu raised his eyebrows slightly, a bright light flashed, and the powerful aura seemed to rush out of the weak body.

Late stage of black iron!

He seemed to have a different practice. His physical body was not strong, but his internal power was astonishingly terrifying, even surpassing Su Gongquan, the head of the Su family.

The power of the Ji family was indeed great, but it was not to the point where a late-stage Black Iron master would be willing to be a domestic slave.

But Mr. Xu is different.

His life belongs to the Ji family, and his current cultivation and strength are all due to the help of the Ji family, and he even has descendants to take care of.

So I am willing to be a slave.

This time, he and Rong Yue came together to ensure that Jize was okay.

Shaking his head, Ji Ze looked at someone in the field, smiled, and spoke slowly:

"Mr. Wang, please comment."

"Young master, you're welcome." Mr. Wang is a famous calligrapher in the city. If it weren't for the lack of literary talent nowadays, he might have been called Kyoto.

He was already old, and he leaned forward tremblingly, looked at the four big characters in front of him, nodded and said:

"good."

Ji Ze raised his eyebrows and smiled with satisfaction.

However, the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

"Young Master's writing is flowing like clouds and water, and his strokes are like clouds and smoke. He has mastered all the subtleties of writing, which is very rare among martial arts practitioners."

Mr. Wang didn't know Jize's identity, but he knew that the other party must have extraordinary origins. He praised him a few words, and then slightly changed the tone of his words:

"However, it is a little ingenious, but considering the young master's age, it is already extremely impressive."

He said it very politely, thinking that it was to the point and saved the other person's face, but he didn't notice the coldness flashing in Ji Ze's eyes.

"Mr. Wang, thank you very much."

Ji Ze took a deep breath and said:

"This junior knows that he still has some shortcomings. I invite you here today just to ask for advice."

"I wonder if the seniors can leave a set of calligraphy treasures so that the juniors can learn a thing or two and know where they are falling short? Where are their shortcomings?"

Rong Yue on the side was smiling, but disdain flashed in her eyes.

Rely on the old and sell the old!

court death!

"this……"

Mr. Wang is getting older and can tremble when holding chopsticks. He stopped writing a few years ago and has never heard anything wrong.

He then pondered for a moment and waved back:

"Sun Tu, come and write a few words."

"yes!"

A young man in the field looked excited, stepped forward, cupped his fists and raised his hands towards Jize:

"Sir, please give me some advice."

"I dare not take it seriously." Ji Ze stood with his hands behind his hands and nodded calmly:

"Your Excellency is Mr. Wang's disciple, so he must have his true inheritance. I also want to see the calligraphy of the younger generation in Shicheng. How do you like it?"

"Yes." Sun Tu responded and stepped forward to study the ink.

"I'll do it." Rongyue smiled softly:

"Master Sun, just put pen to paper."

Sun Tu had never seen such a beautiful woman before. Her glance and smile made his heart beat wildly. He hurriedly lowered his head and nodded:

"yes."

"whee……"

Rongyue pursed her lips and smiled softly, as if she was interested in the young man's shyness, and seemed not to notice the displeasure in her young master's eyes.

Sun Tu calmed down and held an ink pen in his hand.

Holding the penholder in his hand, his expression suddenly condensed, he was calm and calm, all distracting thoughts in his eyes disappeared, only the white paper and pen and ink were still in front of him.

It actually looks like Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.

Rong Yue raised her eyebrows and saw that Sun Tu wrote the same four big characters as if he were inspired.

Tireless in literature!

"good!"

The sound of admiration sounded and then stopped abruptly.

Rongyue smiled and took a step back without commenting.

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

Just as Mr. Wang said, Jize's calligraphy has more craftsmanship.

Sun Tu's calligraphy is full of dragons and phoenixes, strong and soft, and reveals a sincerity that will never regret it. It can be regarded as a masterpiece.

Just looking at Jize's calligraphy, it's pretty good, and when framed, it can also be deceiving.

But I'm afraid of comparison.

It’s time to compare and throw away!

In front of Sun Tu's words, Jize's four words instantly dimmed and lost all their charm, and every stroke was filled with discord.

"Ah……"

Ji Ze chuckled and nodded repeatedly:

"Good words!"

"As expected of Mr. Wang's disciple, Brother Sun's calligraphy is so good and wonderful. I'm afraid he is already better than his master, right?"

"I dare not." Sun Tu shook his head repeatedly:

"Master Wang's skills are as vast as the sky. The younger generation is far inferior. I am afraid that even if I practice hard in this life, I will not be one ten thousandth of the master."

Ji Ze's expression froze.

In this way, wouldn't it be worse if I wrote it myself?

"Brother Sun is too modest." He said with a forced smile:

"What you wrote is already pretty good."

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

"Still more work needs to be done."

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

"enough."

"After all, it's just something for the house to eat." 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 his master."

"pity!"

He sighed softly:

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

"Well……"

Ji Ze looked thoughtful, nodded and said:

"makes sense."

He stretched out his hand, put Sun Tu's hands in his palms, looked at them carefully, and sighed:

"It's really hard work for your writing hand."

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

"ah!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly screamed. Huge pain came from his hands, making him sweat on his forehead and stagger to his knees.

Ji Ze's face turned cold, and he exerted force on his hands, crushing Sun Tu's hands into pieces.

The crackling sound made everyone in the venue look pale.

Wait until you let go.

I saw that the hands that originally held the pen were completely twisted and deformed, looking like flesh stuck together, weird and terrifying.

"Why bother?"

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

"Rongyue, just give him some Origin Stones and live a good life. I feel sad when I see you working so hard to write for someone to support your family."

"yes."

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

"Pull out!"

"yes!"

The guard who had been guarding outside responded in a deep voice, separated everyone, stuffed the Origin Stone into the arms of Sun Tu, who was screaming and wailing, and pulled him out of the door.

They obeyed the instructions and pulled him out as soon as he was told. There was no need to lift him.

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

Mr. Wang's body was trembling and he didn't dare to say a word.

"continue."

Ji Ze smiled:

"In addition to having some talent in martial arts, Ji was also interested in calligraphy. Today is..."

"boom!"

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