Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 17 Jiannan Xuehua Xuan

Yunmeng's magical brush, Tianbi's evergreen ink, Jiannan's snowflake Xuanhe's Donghai's Longyin inkstone.

They are the four treasures of the study that all scholars dream of, and getting one is enough to make people ecstatic. Even An Xiu, one of the 81 academy leaders of Confucianism, only has one sword, a piece of Nan Xue Hua Xuan, which he usually keeps as a treasure and is reluctant to use.

Of course, this has to do with the fact that he personally does not pursue it.

If he really wanted to gather them together, it would not be difficult for him to do so given his status as the head of the 81st academy. As long as he spread the word, people who wanted to deliver treasures would come to his doorstep.

The snowflake paper that students used for betting was accumulated from one or several pages.

"One gold per page?"

Feng Qingyan was amazed. He had never thought that the snowflake paper was so valuable. Then his eyes lit up and he said, "A piece of snowflake paper is worth a hundred gold coins, isn't it?"

"Not really."

Zhou Chang smiled and shook his head, saying, "It mainly depends on the grade. Although Jiannan Xuehua Xuan is famous all over the world, there are also high-quality and low-quality ones. Low-quality Xuehua Xuan is not that expensive, but it is still hard to find a page, and it is difficult for ordinary people to buy it."

"This time, the students took out mostly inferior snowflake rice paper, but not many people felt bad about it and took it very happily."

Zhou Chang talked as he walked.

"I'm joining in the fun and have also taken out a few pages. Let's see who is lucky enough to get the favor of the mountain god." At this time, Zhou Chang looked at Feng Qingyan and said seriously, "I think Brother Feng has a deep fortune and may be favored by the mountain god."

"Then I appreciate your kind words, Brother Zhou." Feng Qingyan said with a smile.

The two walked and stopped, and from time to time they met some students looking around. Zhou Chang pointed at some students and said, "They all came to the mountain to look for the mountain god, hoping to get the opportunity of the mountain god."

"Can we find it... like this?" Feng Qingyan was stunned.

"That's why it all depends on luck," Zhou Chang said with a smile.

Soon, the two arrived at the west side of the academy and saw many students gathered around.

Some students sat on the slope and talked, some students argued in the broken pavilion, some students searched for cracks in the ground, and some students climbed up to observe the surroundings...

"Brother Zhou, Brother Feng."

"Changlong, Brother Feng."

When the students saw Zhou Chang and Feng Qingyan, they greeted them one after another.

"Brother Zhou, someone heard that we were betting with one snowflake sword, and he also wanted to bet with one snowflake sword. Whoever gets the favor of the mountain god first will get two snowflake swords. The time limit is three days."

A student said with some displeasure that after all, someone was arrogantly interfering in his affairs.

"who?"

Zhou Chang asked in surprise.

"The man in the attic."

The student pointed to a loft not far away and said angrily, "They are so arrogant and rude to others. It's really hateful."

"I heard that these people came with the Dongguan Tower ship, and they are all children of noble families." The student, who was about 18 or 19 years old, frowned slightly and said with a little worry, "They all have extraordinary family backgrounds, so they are not easy to mess with. I think they have other ulterior motives."

"It's just a bet, what's there to be afraid of?" said a student.

"If you are not a descendant of an aristocratic family, you can be favored by the mountain god. It all depends on who has better luck..."

Everyone talked at once, and they were not intimidated by the noble family's identity.

Those gathered around Zhou Chang were mainly disciples from scholar-official families, among whom there were also disadvantaged disciples from aristocratic families, as well as many talented disciples from poor families.

The reason why the disciples from the aristocratic families suddenly intervened this time was that they saw that the disciples from the gentry families were gradually becoming more powerful, and they planned to suppress the momentum of the gentry families and let the disciples from the gentry families know whose academy it was and whose world was ruled.

It would also let the disciples from the gentry families know that the disciples from the aristocratic families are always superior to them, and that where disciples from the aristocratic families are present, the disciples from the gentry families had better submit.

As for Feng Qingyan, he just stood by and watched.

At this time, an arrogant young man walked down from the attic, walked towards Zhou Chang with his head held high, glanced at everyone and asked with a smile: "I don't know what you think?" Everyone looked at Zhou Chang.

"Can't you take out a piece of snowflake paper?"

The arrogant young man smiled and said with some contempt: "To you, Xuehua Xuan is extremely precious. One sword is hard to come by, and ten swords are beyond your reach."

Zhou Chang looked at the arrogant young man, then turned to ask Feng Qingyan: "Brother Feng, what do you think?"

"can."

Feng Qingyan said after a moment of hesitation.

If he could get two pieces of snowflake paper, he could solve his financial problems.

Inferior snowflake rice paper may not be worth a hundred gold, but it is not too bad and it is not difficult to sell it for more than a hundred gold.

"One knife is too little, I'll give you ten." Brother Zhou smiled and said, "Ten knives of snowflake paper is easy for me to get, but I don't know about you."

When Zhou Chang said this, all the students were stunned and frightened by his bold words.

For the disciples of the noble families, the Ten-Knife Snowflake Xuan was really out of reach. Perhaps the entire family could not afford to produce ten knives.

The weaker clans may be able to take it out if they grit their teeth, but it will be very painful.

As for the poor disciples, I'm afraid they can't even produce a single page...

Even a page of inferior snowflake paper would cost more than a hundred taels of snowflake silver. How could a poor family afford that?
"Brother Zhou, no!" a student shouted hurriedly.

"Changlong, calm down!" someone else said, "Don't act on impulse, or you might fall into someone else's schemes."

At this time, the arrogant young man was also shocked by Zhou Chang's boast. If he was asked to take out ten pieces of snowflake paper, he would definitely not be able to do it, but the person behind him would have no problem.

But he can't act on his own.

"are you serious?"

The arrogant young man frowned, not believing that Zhou Chang could produce ten pieces of snowflake paper, and said, "Ten pieces of snowflake paper is not a small amount. Don't make such a boast just because you are impulsive. If you can't produce it, you will be laughed at."

"As long as you can afford it, I, Zhou Chang, can afford it too."

Zhou Chang glanced at the arrogant young man, then looked towards the attic behind him, and said with a smile: "Go ask the person behind you, ask him if he can take out ten pieces of snowflake paper?"

The arrogant young man couldn't help but frown again, looking at Zhou Chang with some displeasure as he spoke without even looking at him, which was really too rude.

But he really couldn't make the decision about Shidao Xuehua Xuan, so he could only turn around and go back to "discuss".

In fact, the arrogant young man and others originally wanted to take out two or three snowflakes to suppress the aristocracy. In their estimation, the aristocracy could only take out one or two snowflakes at most, and they would definitely not be able to take out more.

Who would have thought that before he could even utter a word, he was suppressed by ten swords from the opponent, which made the arrogant young man very angry.

Oh, I was just pinned down?

The arrogant young man thought as he walked, there shouldn't be...

"Brother Zhou, you are impulsive. This is a ten-knife snowflake Xuan. How can you get it together?"

The older students were worried and some blamed Zhou Chang for not consulting them and just taking the initiative to buy ten pieces of snowflake paper. How could they afford it?
The poor disciples were simply dumbfounded.

As for Feng Qingyan who was watching from the sidelines, well, this... was pretty good... he could get twenty dollars of Snow Flower Xuan, so it was worth coming out as a passerby.

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