You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 202: Scholars in the Library
Seeing someone's hand being chopped off in his store, the waiter screamed, jumped high on the spot, and hid behind the counter, leaving only half of his butt exposed, and he was shivering there.

When so many scoundrels came to the store, the waiter was mentally prepared to see blood. But when he actually saw it today, he still felt his heart tremble, he seemed dazed, and his face turned pale with fear.

However, the scholar had no intention of harming anyone else. He just walked slowly to the gate of the yamen and bowed to "Old Zhu" who was sitting on a stool.

“Before I arrived in the town, I heard that a hero had emerged from the town. He was very powerful and skilled. He killed two evil men who were a scourge to the martial arts world without much effort. I really wanted to meet him.

"I rushed here overnight and finally got to see you. You are indeed extraordinary! I am so happy!"

"Old Zhu" said nothing.

"Oh, look at my brain, I forgot to introduce myself." The scholar was not annoyed, but just patted his head with an embarrassed expression:

"I am Wei Shu, a man from the library. I came here today to receive the remaining manuscripts from the capital. I hope you will do me a favor. I will treat you to wine and meat one day, and have a good time!"

"Old Zhu" still remained silent.

Wei Shu saw that there was no movement and could only sigh.

"Hero, why bother? The book you are guarding originally belonged to Kyoto. I am here just to take back my family's property. What's more, there is a foreign object on top of the fragment of the capital. If you take it, nothing good will happen.

"Personally, I'm doing this for your own good. Publicly, I'm just doing my job. Please don't make it difficult for me."

No response.

Wei Shu's smile froze a little.

He neither moved nor spoke, just sitting there like a door god.

I don’t know what the attitude is.

"Since the hero won't talk to me, I'll go in on my own."

Wei Shu simply said no more and walked straight into the yamen.

When they arrived at the yamen and stopped in front of the vermilion gate, Wei Shu was about to reach out to push the door open, but suddenly he saw a pair of strong hands blocking him.

He directly pressed down Wei Shu's wrist.

Wei Shu glanced sideways at "Zhu Laoba" beside him.

I saw that "Old Zhu", who had been motionless just now, had already put his hand on Wei Shu's wrist.

"Hero, do you really want to fight?" Wei Shu sighed, "I don't like fighting."

"You are not allowed to enter." "Old Zhu" just said in a muffled voice.

Wei Shu shook his head helplessly.

Suddenly, a white jade pen floated out from his arms, circling in the air, emitting white light!
In the blink of an eye, the white jade pen was like a blade, slashing towards "Old Zhu"!

The white light turned into a cold light and directly cut into the wrist of "Old Zhu".

"Shh!"

A deep scratch appeared on "Zhu Laoba's" wrist, forming a groove.

Wei Shu took two steps back lightly and avoided "Zhu Laoba".

"Don't worry, my hero. I am a gentle person. I will neither kill nor harm anyone. You are a rare hero. You must have many poems. I am reluctant to hurt or kill you. I will ask you to have some sleep first."

Wei Shu laughed.

This white jade pen can capture people's minds, remove delusions, and transform the minds of literati and poets into poetry for one's own use. It is Wei Shu's top treasure.

Of course, the white jade pen can also work for warriors who are not so delicate in their minds.

As long as you can directly hit the other person's heart, you can make him temporarily dazed and his mind chaotic, and naturally he will no longer have the strength to fight.

Wei Shu was full of expectations, hoping that this hero could compose some excellent poems for him.

A powerful knight like this often has a strong mind, and the poems he produces are all masterpieces!

But Wei Shu immediately discovered that "Zhu Laoba" just glanced at his wound without any reaction.

Ok?
what happened?

Why doesn’t he turn it into poetry?
Even if one has a strong character, there will be some resistance to poetry!
Unless this person is mentally disabled, he should have some reaction.

Wei Shu was at a loss for a moment.

When he came to his senses, he suddenly found that "Zhu Laoba" had appeared in front of him without him knowing when!

The tall and strong man looked down at him, casting a dark shadow just by his body.

not good!

Wei Shu knew that he didn't have many means of close combat, and if he really had to fight with a hero of "Zhu Laoba"'s level, it would probably not be a good thing, so he wanted to retreat like a conditioned reflex!

But Wei Shu was still a step slow.

I saw "Zhu Laoba" raised his fist high and smashed it in the direction of Wei Shu!
Wei Shu only felt a strong wind blowing on his face, and for a moment he even couldn't stand steadily.

He panicked, and only had time to shake the pages of the book in his arms, and a thick piece of paper floated out and blocked in front of him:

"What's the point of thinking about this miserable and sad conscience?"

I only saw a layer of something like a film appearing in front of Wei Shu, and the fist of "Zhu Laoba" fell directly on top of him.

It's like hitting cotton.

However, the fist was too fast and fierce, and Wei Shu could not stop his poetry at all. He could only watch as several cracks appeared on the top of his paper, but he had no time to come up with a new poem.

"Oh!"

With a sudden noise, Wei Shu's arms became numb and a strong pain came from above his arms, going up and into his head.

He was knocked flying backwards, fell into the restaurant, and knocked over several wooden tables.

"Old Zhu" strode towards the restaurant with big strides, and waved his hands like a palm-leaf fan, and the smoke and dust that were raised dispersed.

But where he landed, all he could see were a few broken tables and a piece of crumpled rice paper.

The inscription reads: "Without trees and grass there is no road, but with plenty of firewood it is passable."

He escaped by borrowing this poem!
"Old Zhu" stared at the ruins and thought for a while.

The venerable didn't seem to give me any order to chase him. He simply staggered back to the gate of the government office and sat down on the stool again.

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

……

Wei Shu searched outside the town and found a seldom-visited mountain temple, where he sat down leaning against the wall.

His elbows were badly twisted, and it was obvious that the tendons were broken.

He gritted his teeth, stretched out his still-movable hand, fumbled around in his arms twice, and then took out a long-necked white jade bottle.

He clamped the medicine bottle between his legs, bit the stopper with his teeth, pulled it hard, then curled up like a baby drinking milk and began to suck on the medicine bottle with his mouth.

After drinking this small bottle of medicine, his mental state was obviously much better, and his bent arms made crisp sounds and straightened again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After resting for about an incense stick, Wei Shu felt that his arm had returned to normal, and his expression became strangely fanatical.

It is not because of anger that one appears sinister, nor is it because of failure that one appears fearful.

It's an unspeakable desire:
"He is truly a rare chivalrous man in the world! He is so powerful! How could such a man not walk the rivers and lakes for such a long time? Could there be some story behind him? How many wonderful poems could he have written?"

Wei Shu was inexplicably excited.

He loved writing poems and verses the most in his life, especially writing poems by masters. He would be excited every time he met someone with talent.

This time, "Old Zhu" also aroused his interest.

After being beaten, he not only did not feel sad, but became excited instead.

However, despite his excitement, Wei Shu quickly calmed down.

The first meeting between the two parties was not very pleasant, and if they meet again, he would probably get beaten up, or even beaten to death.

I love poetry because I love poetry, I cherish life because I cherish life, and I will definitely not make myself unhappy.

And... who exactly is this expert from the He family? Why didn't he show up before, but suddenly appeared recently?
After thinking about it for a long time without any answer, he simply took out a stick of incense from his arms, borrowed the incense altar of the mountain god, and lit the incense.

After waiting for a while, intermittent voices came from the other side of the incense altar:

"What's the matter?"

"Master." Wei Shu bowed respectfully to Ran Xiang, then raised his head to look at the Qianli Communication Incense.

Burns quickly.

I guess I can't say much.

He hurriedly asked the question he wanted to ask:

"Master, I met a hero recently..."

Wei Shu quickly told the other party everything about "Zhu Laoba".

The man whom he called Master was silent for a moment, and Wei Shu could vaguely hear the sound of wooden signs colliding.

It should be that my master is using Liuren method to tell fortunes.

But after waiting for a while, I only heard a "Huh".

"There is no record of this... It's strange. Maybe he is a master hired by a certain vassal king and has just appeared in the martial arts world recently."

"I didn't expect there were things that the teacher couldn't predict." Wei Shu sighed, "What a pity! I thought I could get to know him better."

"Of course I can't be so omnipotent, I still have a long way to go." Xiang's voice smiled faintly: "Why? You want to get a poem again?"

“Only heroes deserve good poetry.”

"Haha, that makes sense." After laughing, the voice on the other side of Xiang paused for a moment: "You have been active recently, so you must be careful. Don't touch a Taoist priest."

"How can I say that?"

Wei Shu hadn't left Yuzhou for a year and didn't know much about what was going on outside.

"There was a Taoist priest who killed Xiao Huanxi's left and right Changqing. He was good at moving mountains and filling the sea. He had the majesty of the capital in the past. He rode in a donkey cart with a girl, and was very conspicuous."

Wei Shu was slightly stunned.

He had heard of Xiao Huanxi's two masters before. They both had skills comparable to those of earthly gods. Their levels were very strong, but not as good as their teacher's.

But the words "moving mountains and filling the sea" do make people concerned.

In Wei Shu's impression, his master had never used any exaggerated techniques to embellish anything.

It is what it should be.

But Wei Shu was also a little curious:

"Master, isn't Zhan Xiao Huanxi a kind person? Why did you tell me to avoid him?"

"…He has some connections with the capital, so there might be misunderstandings. It might be dangerous if you contact him rashly…"

"I understand." Wei Shu was awed, "I will be more careful."

After the conversation, Wei Shu took out a pair of scissors and cut off the top of the burning incense in front of him.

Communications ceased.

Without even saying a few words, his message incense stick had already burned more than halfway.

Putting the last remaining section in his arms, Wei Shu stroked his chin:

"I really want to take a look at the Taoist priest who moved mountains and filled the sea."

……

This time, the few people did not travel fast on the road, but instead looked at the situation in Yuzhou along the way.

Yuzhou is close to Kyoto and is a fertile land. It suffered a lot because of the Kyoto disaster twenty years ago. Now only the areas near the main roads have regained their prosperity. Most villages and towns are also built next to the main roads. It is bustling wherever you go, which makes Zuo Chen somewhat experience the atmosphere of a big city in his previous life.

I walked leisurely for a whole day and finally saw Xiguan City not far away.

The Homecoming Pavilion is right here.

(End of this chapter)