I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

West of Pingyang City, Pingjiang Wharf.

All the way down the river, you can reach a land that governs three cities and five counties, with a radius of five hundred miles.

Li Yushan, governor of Linjiang County, is also a Confucian cultivator of the fifth-rank person and teacher, and it is rumored that he will step into the fourth-rank realm in a short time.

"Boss, how much money do you need to go to Linjiang County?"

The boat owner looked up and a smile appeared on his face.

The inquirer was dressed in a Confucian robe, with a wine gourd hanging from one side of his waist, and a three-foot green spear hanging from the other.

His face was cut like a knife, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, his hair was stroked in front of his forehead and blown by the wind, one could tell at a glance that this person was extraordinary.

The rest of the people also secretly sighed at the handsomeness of this person, just like a swinger from a big family.

Uninhibited and uninhibited, with a little romantic talent, he is by no means a simple person.

This person is none other than Chu He after Gongsun Sheng's disguise.

His alias is Bailong, but he is a real Confucian scholar. In order to put aside his previous identity, he completely changed his style.

"My lord, the price depends on whether you plan to live in the upper class or the middle class. The price is different depending on the location."

The ship owner replied with a smile.

"Of course it's upper class." Chu He said calmly.

The ship owner's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "The upper class cabin happens to be vacant, so you only need to give me thirty taels."

Good guy, this is really expensive, but "Water Margin" has already made Chu He have hundreds of thousands of taels of silver in his account, and he doesn't care about it.

He took out a fifty-two silver bill from his sleeve, and handed over the gourd of wine at his waist along the way.

"Thirty taels is the boat fare, and there are twenty taels left. Find a way to pack wine for me."

The owner of the ship narrowed his eyes, took the wine gourd and asked the sailors on the ship to drink.

As a passenger ship, drinks are naturally provided, but a gourd of wine will not cost you ten taels. It is indeed rare for Chu He to spend so much.

Chu He stood on the deck, and everyone spontaneously gave him an open space.

He looked indifferent, looking into the distance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a smile.

"My lord, your wine!" The sailor respectfully handed over the wine gourd.

Chu He let out an "um", opened the lid and took a swig.

The wine was really strong, and it choked his throat a bit, but it also gave him a different look in his eyes.

"The boat is sailing!"

Following a loud shout from the ship owner, the passenger ship left the shore and began to sail along the river to Linjiang County.

The breeze blows, and the green hills on both sides come one after another, stretching endlessly.

With three points of drunkenness and seven points of beauty, Chu He actually had the urge to recite poems and eulogies.

Just when he was about to speak, a discordant voice suddenly came from the side.

"I don't have much talent and learning, but my appearance is not bad."

Chu He squinted his eyes and followed the taunting voice to see a young man in a Confucian robe. There were several people gathered around the young man, which seemed to be a small group.

"What are you looking at? I've dug out your eyes!" said a man beside the young man viciously.

The people around all raised their hearts when they heard this, it is possible that the lone Confucianism cultivator is going to conflict with these people.

Chu He didn't care about it, or he didn't care about it, he could see clearly with his bright eyes and night vision.

Even the young man in the lead is only at the ninth rank, and the rest are not even at the first rank.

But his indifference made those people angry.

One of them rolled up his sleeves and was about to walk towards Chu He, as if he was about to make a move.

"Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient, be safe and don't be impatient!"

The boat boss laughed and came forward to dissuade him. This is his boat. If Confucianism cultivators clash, it will be troublesome.

"Everyone is a scholar, why make it so stiff, I will arrive in Linjiang County tomorrow morning, give me some face, let's forget about it."

The man who wanted to do it sneered: "What are you, a low-class boatman, who dares to call himself a scholar, with the half of "Water Margin" in your hand?"

"That's right, only low-class people would read miscellaneous books like "Water Margin"."

The boss of the boat was embarrassed. He hid the "Water Margin" in his hand, a little embarrassed.

It's just that the other people on the boat were not happy. They passed by Pingyang City, and most of them bought the most popular "Water Margin" to pass the time.

This dirty sentence is not only scolding the ship owner, but also scolding them.

"Why? Those who read "Water Margin" are not considered scholars?"

A strong man was not happy, and immediately surrounded him with the book in his hand, with anger in his eyes.

His words immediately resonated with the others, and they all opened their mouths to denounce.

"That's right, why does our reading of "Water Margin" get in your way?"

"I think the "Water Margin" written by Mr. Chu He is very good. Can you write it?"

The young man who was attacked by everyone's words turned red and then pale.

These people actually compared him with the son of the damn invigilator, what an insult to him!

As for whether that sentence could be written out, he had already ignored it.

If he could really write it, he would have already written a book to gather his literary spirit. Where would there be such a thing as Chu Heniao?

The young man on the side stood up with a smile, pressed his hands and said, "It's my little brother who is ignorant, everyone give me Hua Feihe some face, and I will apologize to everyone on behalf of this little brother."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was taken aback.

This person is actually Hua Feihe, the number one talented person in Shangyang City, Hua Jiahua Feihe?

Rumor has it that this man had stepped into the realm of ninth-rank study when he was thirteen years old, and he was a true Confucianism cultivator.

His status as a teacher is also extremely extraordinary, he is a talented person who is a fifth-rank person and a teacher, but he has no intention of officialdom, so he returned to Shangyang City to teach and solve doubts.

With extraordinary talent and the guidance of a famous teacher, Hua Feihe should not be far away from the eighth-rank realm now.

With him talking, everyone didn't dare to say anything more, and they all cupped their hands, which can be regarded as giving Hua Feihe a face.

Everyone fell silent, Hua Feihe walked up to Chu He again, and said with a smile, "I don't know how to call this brother, so I can make amends for my little brother."

Do you still need to know the name? Eighty percent of them want to remember their name, so they can find trouble, right?

But Chu He wasn't afraid, he said with a light smile, "I'm playing Bailong, so I don't need to make amends, I don't care about some people."

A cold light flashed in Hua Feihe's eyes, knowing his identity, he dared to taunt him, this kid is extraordinary!

But he still had a smile on his face: "Since Brother Bai doesn't care about it, then I can rest assured."

He turned around and took the young man away, but after turning around, his eyes were full of coldness,

Dare to refute Hua Feihe's face, this Bailong is still the first person.

However, I have never heard of the name Bailong, and I guess he is a bumpkin from some corner of the country. He only has appearances but no real talents.

"Senior Brother Hua, did our family let this kid go like this?" the young man beside him whispered.