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In a wide cabin.

All the students from Shangyang City gathered together, and all of them looked very unhappy.

Especially Fan Qian, with his swollen head from the beating, was extremely conspicuous in the crowd.

"Senior Brother Hua, that kid is too much of a bully!" Fan Qian said tremblingly.

He didn't want to tremble either, but his face was really hurting, and he didn't know what the man ate to grow up, and why he was so strong.

"That's right, Senior Brother Hua, he's really gone too far, he doesn't take us seriously at all."

"That's right, even Senior Brother Hua talked to him, but he didn't care."

The students of Shangyang City all looked unhappy, as if Chu He was the one who killed their father and enemy.

Seeing that everyone was fighting against each other and were extremely dissatisfied with Chu He, Hua Feihe felt a little better.

He sneered and said: "This Bailong is probably going to Linjiang County to participate in the youth poetry meeting. The Linjiang County Sheriff is my teacher's fellow apprentice. When we get to Linjiang County, let's take care of him."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and then praised Hua Feihe again, which greatly benefited him.

After Chu He returned to the cabin, he didn't rest immediately, but was studying the magical effect of poetry and calligraphy.

He found that in addition to the gululu flowing spring in his spiritual altar, there was also an illusory sword.

This precious sword was hanging above the altar, but this precious sword was almost transparent, as if it would dissipate in the next instant.

"Is this the sword of Wen Dao?"

Chu He looked at the sword on the altar and couldn't help being curious.

He heard from Uncle Fu that the sword of literature and Taoism is transformed by the spirit of poetry and calligraphy, and it is a must to display the magical powers of poetry.

The reason why he was able to display some power of sword poetry before was entirely because the poetry was too amazing.

If he had had the blessing of the sword of Wen Dao back then, he would have killed that ghost with one strike, without having to fight hard at all.

War poems are the easiest to condense the sword of literature and Tao, and can also make the sword of literature and Tao more condensed, followed by other poems, with different effects.

"Kill a person in ten steps, and never stay behind!"

Chu He recited sword poems, and Setsuna's figure disappeared in place. When he realized it, he found himself on the deck again.

The speed was so fast that even he himself couldn't react.

It is indeed a big difference whether there is the blessing of the sword of Wen Dao.

"Master Bai, why are you back?"

On the deck, a drunk-eyed man was startled when he saw Chu He appearing suddenly.

"It's okay, I'm just out for a stroll."

After finishing speaking, Chu He used the sword of Wen Dao as a medium to recite poems silently again.

During Setsuna, the figure disappeared again, and he returned to the cabin.

The man was so frightened that he trembled, and most of the wine was sober.

He exclaimed in shock: "Damn! What's going on, am I blind? I saw Mr. Bailong clearly just now, why did he disappear suddenly?"

The drunk man on the side put his arms around his shoulders and said mockingly, "Brother, you...you are drunk, you must be blind..."

"Is it really my eyesight?" The man rubbed his eyes and confirmed that there was no one in front of him. "Maybe I'm really drunk."

"You just drank too much and still refuse to admit it, no wonder you are raising fish here."

"You fart! How can I raise fish, come and drink!"

...

In the cabin, Chu He was shocked.

With the sword of Wen Dao, it is really different to use the magical power of poetry again.

Even the consumption of literary energy is quite a lot, in just a short moment, he has consumed a lot of literary energy.

But this is also reasonable, if there is no consumption of such power, then the Confucianism Cultivator is really against the sky.

At this point in the experiment, Chu He also had an idea in his mind.

Literary spirit is still the most important reliance of Confucianism cultivators, and it is the foundation.

And the sword of Wen Dao is similar to a medium, which can transform literary spirit into strength, so that Confucianism cultivators have the means to fight against the enemy.

The stronger the sword of Wen Dao, the stronger the magical means displayed.

Of course, the premise is that the cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism is strong enough, and the accumulation of culture is deep enough.

After Chu He experienced it again, he put away his playfulness.

He absorbed all the literary spirit accumulated in "Water Margin" in the past two days.

Wenquan has successfully expanded to more than seven inches, and is already close to eight inches. In a few days, we will have nine inches of Wenquan.

The night passed quietly, and the sky was already bright in a blink of an eye.

On the deck, everyone who had rested overnight woke up one after another.

The passenger ship had already reached the gentle and wide water surface, and the green hills on both sides disappeared at some point.

Chu He stretched, and got out of the cabin, and someone immediately greeted him.

"Morning, Mr. Bai!"

"Morning." Chu He responded with a smile. He glanced at the surrounding scenery and asked, "Where is this?"

The boat boss at the side quickly responded: "Mr. Bai, this place is called Hulukou. I guess we will arrive in Linjiang County in about 40 or 50 miles."

Chu He nodded. The speed of the boat was quite fast. Although it was not a thousand miles a day, it was still three or four hundred miles a day.

After eating some hot breakfast, I could vaguely see the pier of Linjiang County City.

Not long after, the passenger ship docked, and everyone began to disembark one after another.

"Bai Gongzi, goodbye!"

Many merchants said goodbye to Chu He when they disembarked, hoping to leave some impressions on him.

Chu He didn't reject them either, and said goodbye to them with a smile.

"Master Bai, I'm leaving too."

Fan Yi had a serious face, and there was a black cloth package on his back, which was as tall as a person, like some kind of long weapon.

"Be safe and take care!"

Chu He clasped his fists in salute, he could see that Fan Yi had important things to do, and if he failed, his life might be in danger.

"Take care of yourself!"

Fan Yi clasped his fists in return, turned around and left, his figure disappeared into the crowd.

"The wind is rustling and the water is cold."

Chu He let out a sigh of relief, and also planned to leave the pier first to find a place to stay.

"Young master, please stay still!"

He was about to leave the pier when a young man in undershirt suddenly stopped him.

Chu He frowned: "We know each other?"

The young man chuckled: "I am so lucky to know such a talented young man as Young Master."

Chu He frowned slightly, ignored this guy, turned around and was about to leave.

The young man with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes hurriedly stopped in front of Chu He, showing a flattering look: "The young one is called Li San'er, and this is also the first time for you to come to Jiangjun City, right? Do you want me to lead the way?"

Chu He glanced around and saw many people like Li San'er, and immediately understood.

These people are dedicated to serving as guides for outsiders, and earn a living by earning tips.

Since someone leads the way, that would be great.

He casually threw out a piece of silver, and said calmly: "Lead the way ahead, find me a similar inn."

Li San'er took the silver and weighed it, and it weighed ten taels!

He immediately understood that he had met a big client, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll show you the way, little one!"

With Li San'er leading the way, Chu He wobbled along behind, taking a look at the scenery of Linjiang County.