If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 194 Wen Zhiruo

Xiao Yu was slightly surprised when he heard this, and said: "The birth of a little pure yang in the extreme yin is just the realm of refining evil spirits, not the highest realm of swordsmanship and martial arts. I still have a lot to learn.

"Regarding the pure Yang evil spirit, Sister Shaoyao shouldn't have figured it out on her own, right?"

When she killed Ge Qing that day, she did use the "Pure Yang Sword Energy".

But the purified evil spirit is hidden in the core of the sword energy, contained but not revealed, and is extremely restrained.

She was confident that even a sword master like Li Xianzhi would not be able to tell what was happening.

Shaoyao was neither present nor a kendo master.

Shaoyao said: "The day before yesterday, Mr. He Chaohong celebrated his birthday in Yingxiang Mansion. In addition to the immortal Lao, the prince Xianzhi, the thirteenth princess Li Qianyue, the detective Yan, the ghost judge and other dignitaries, even the city god Guan personally brought two bottles of spiritual wine to attend the birthday banquet.

'A little bit of pure yang' was the City God's guess, and it was not certain, but everyone was still very shocked.

The prince blamed you repeatedly, saying that when you were dancing with swords on the painted boat that day, you were hiding your skills and refused to show your real kung fu.

Now it was Xiaoyu's turn to be surprised, "The City God actually showed up to attend a mortal's tea party?"

Shaoyao said: "He is not a mortal, 'Eight-armed Nezha' He Chaohong is a famous human immortal in the West, you must have heard of his reputation.

Lao Shenxian is even more of a fairy among the gods.

Prince Xianzhi, Constable Yan, and Judge Ghost are all beings whose realms are comparable to those of human immortals and whose strengths far exceed those of human immortals.

Li Qianyue is also known as the 'Fairy of Beishan'!

He can spit out flying swords from his mouth, transform into sword light, fly into the abyss, drink tea in Tianmen Town in the morning, and return to Luodu to feast with the king in the evening.

Xiaoyu felt that she had come to the right place.

Following Jinlian, she could only see He Chaohong's grandson, and couldn't even see the shadow of Li Qianyue.

"I thought the City God was high and mighty, but I didn't expect him to be so easy-going. Does he often attend gatherings of immortals?"

A city god who colluded with mortal dignitaries was more dangerous and more difficult to deal with than a city god who was different and aloof. She never forgot how her sword bone was broken.
Sooner or later she would go to Guan's house to find Wen Danxia.

At that time, he will inevitably confront Guan Chenghuang.

If Guan Chenghuang was willing to stand in front of her and let her cut him with a knife, she would guarantee that he would fall into an eternal "sleep" without feeling any pain.

But Guan Chenghuang was actually studying her "God-Slaying Sword Technique". He would definitely be careful to guard against her "Pure Yang Sword Qi".

If you can't hit anyone, the Pure Yang Sword Energy is useless!
Do you want to find an opportunity to worship the City God as your godfather?
It doesn't have to be Guan Chenghuang, Guan Chenghuang is definitely not a possibility.

Although the City God is also a ghost god, his authority far exceeds that of the Gongcao gods and ghost messengers.

Not to mention anything else, just the Book of Life and Death in the City God's hands made her feel uneasy.

In the "World of Journey to the West", we are not afraid of the high level of the immortals, but we are afraid of the immortals having magic weapons.

Wukong has never lost in a one-on-one fight, but once he encounters strange magical powers and magic weapons, he has never won in a head-on confrontation.

"The City God is indeed majestic without being angry, as awe-inspiring as ice. I only raised my head and glanced at him quietly, and he noticed me. His eyes really glowed, as if he could see through what I was thinking.

However, the City God only has a majestic appearance, but his personality and style are not harsh or cruel.

He is gentle, talkative, knowledgeable, and humorous," Shaoyao said.

"What did the City God say about me? What do other people think of me?" Xiao Yu asked curiously.

Shaoyao smiled and said, "Everyone speaks very highly of you. The beheading of the god at the gate of the government office shocked even the City God.

However, except for the City God, other people have never watched the event on site and don’t know much about you. They can only praise you for being amazing and talented.

If we want to discuss your swordsmanship in detail, no one knows where to start. Only the City God can give a brief analysis.

I can see that they are interested in you.

If I take you to meet them, you will definitely be the most honored guest.”

Xiaoyu also showed a happy smile, but she was smiling bitterly in her heart: Big sister, I want to call you "Daddy", I don't want to be a guest of honor!

"Miss, Master Wen is here!" At this time, Shaoyao's maid 'Huaping' trotted up and said.

The two maids, like the Kunlun slaves, also practiced martial arts and their level was not low. They had already cultivated true energy.

In terms of internal energy level alone, it is higher than Xiaoyu.

At this moment, he quickly ran up to the fourth floor, his face was not red, his heart was not beating fast, and his breathing was even.

"Ah, I was so busy talking to Sister Fengxian that I almost forgot that I still have Master Wen's class today."

Shaoyao stood up hurriedly, looked around, and pulled Xiaoyu and said, "Come with me quickly, I will take you to see a great literary master from a foreign country."

Xiao Yu had a strange expression on her face and asked, "Is it Black Tooth Wen Zhiruo?"

Shaoyao pulled her downstairs quickly. She turned back in surprise and asked, "Sister, do you know Master Wen?"

Xiaoyu nodded, "We met once. It wasn't a very friendly meeting."

She quickly recounted the story of how she went outside the city to welcome Dongfang Shuo and encountered Hei Mei on the way and had a conflict with her.

"Hey, this is fate!"

After seeing the frosty-faced black girl downstairs, Shaoyao also said with a smile, "As the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting, and heroes appreciate heroes after fighting.

One of you is a master of literature, and the other is a master of swordsmanship. You are both talented in literature and martial arts. I am so lucky!"

Thinking of the "Dou Family's Righteous Qi Jue" that he treasured in his stomach, Xiao Yu lowered his posture, took the initiative to bow and apologize, and said: "Master Wen, I am a savage and don't know etiquette. Please forgive me."

Hei Mei became nervous when she saw Xiao Yu.

As if he was always ready to restart the war with her.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoyu took the initiative to apologize and bowed to her.
After being stunned for a moment, Hei Mei hurriedly returned the greeting, but she said, "If I argue with a Shaman, wouldn't that make me the same level as Shaman?"

Xiao Yu was unhappy, but she smiled and said, "You are right, so I won't bother with you."

The black girl's face turned red instantly. Although her face was black, it was still quite obvious if she was blushing out of shame and anger.

"Haha, now that the misunderstanding has been cleared, Master Wen, I have a suggestion. We can have a win-win-win bet!" Shaoyao held their hands and said with a smile, "I will teach you the art of playing the zither, Master Wen will teach us literature, and Xiaoyu will teach us swordsmanship. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could share wisdom and make progress together?

Even if there are minor disputes, we can still compete with each other, for example, to see who has learned more and taught better. "

"That's a great idea!"

Xiao Yu deliberately looked at Hei Mei with a provocative look, "A Ya man should have a Ya man's way of gambling and fighting."

The black girl sneered: "Very good, wonderful!"

Shaoyao saw that her expression was not right, so she said tactfully: "The three of us should make progress together. If only I make progress, others will be confused and will be classified as 'badly taught'."

"I'm just afraid that someone is born dull." said Heimei.

Xiao Yu smiled and said, "I am naturally intelligent, everyone knows that. If I don't understand, it must be because someone didn't teach me well."

The black girl laughed and said, "It's no use just talking. Let's give it a try."

Shaoyao knew that Hei Mei was a martial arts expert, but Xiao Yu had no cultural background, so she suggested: "Master Wen will teach us Confucianism first, and I will teach you the piano skills after an hour.

After lunch, Xiaoyu taught us swordsmanship. How about we compare our achievements in the evening? "

Hei Mei glanced at her and said, "It's no use being partial. Everyone has their own talents."

"I'm not partial to anyone. I said, the one who learns more and teaches better is the winner." Shaoyao said.

Shaoyao is indeed a little biased, but if the competition is carried out according to her method, it makes no difference who goes first or last.

Hei Mei taught Xiao Yu first. Xiao Yu had a day to silently digest Confucianism. She learned a lot, which was attributed to Hei Mei's good teaching.

The black girl glanced at the two girls and said with a smile, "Okay, let's continue our discussion of the Book of Changes today."

Xiao Yu was full of confidence. "It's up to you. I'm born with wisdom, so it doesn't matter."

An hour later, she was sweating profusely and her head was as big as a bucket.

This black woman is so amazing!

At first, Xiaoyu thought that the "Book of Changes" that Hei Mei talked about was related to Yin-Yang Bagua and innate Yi numbers.

She felt that she had been reading Taoist scriptures for many days, and had analyzed the contents of the "Golden Book of Tai Chi" through the method of destroying her father, and even comprehended the Pure Yang Sword Qi. Her own Taoist Qi must be stronger than that of this black girl.

As a result, Hei Mei taught "The Great Ceremony of the Book of Changes".

Xiaoyu had to admit that Wen Zhiruo was indeed a Confucianist.

Only Confucianism cares most about "ritual", while considering Yin-Yang, Eight Trigrams and innate Yi numbers as minor things.

If it was just about "etiquette", Xiaoyu felt that she could at least understand it.

As a result, Hei Mei quoted from classics without any pause or thought, and quoted thousands of allusions from 108 versions of "The Book of Changes".

It’s not that there are more than a hundred versions of the "Book of Changes".

Since the appearance of "The Book of Changes", people's annotations and analyses on it, as well as the various schools of thought that have been formed, can be divided into many categories.

Although she is eloquent, she does not speak without reason. Every time she quotes an allusion, she will give the volume information and the author's name.

Even the process from the first generation of Zhouyi to its gradual evolution into more than one hundred versions is explained in a clear and simple manner.

But Xiaoyu didn't understand at all.

Hei Mei doesn’t talk about metaphysics, doesn’t talk about gossip or yin and yang, she only talks about “etiquette”.

"Yu Fengxian, how much have you learned? But my teacher didn't explain it clearly enough?" Hei Mei could hardly control the smug smile on her face, just like Xiao Yu couldn't control the embarrassment and awkwardness on her face.

Xiaoyu said nothing and looked at Shaoyao.

Shaoyao blushed and said, "I'm dull and only understood half of it."

"Let's continue." Xiaoyu said.

Shaoyao first took the two of them to the fourth floor to drink some tea and eat some snacks.

Only after she had regained her energy and regained her spirit did she ask the maid to bring out the guzheng and pipa.

"Sister Fengxian, have you heard of Zhang Kunlun and Li Shansu?"

Xiaoyu shook her head, "Are they masters of piano skills?"

Hei Mei pretended to be surprised, covered her mouth and shouted: "Oh my God, you don't even know Qin Xian?"

Shaoyao waved her hands and said softly, "It's normal that Sister Fengxian doesn't know. Although the two immortals are famous in the world, they have been listed in the heavenly books for tens of thousands of years.

It has been so long that even the name of this country may not be known in the modern Chinese nation."

Hei Mei sneered again, "Peony, don't judge others by yourself. The Chinese culture has a long history and has been passed down in an orderly manner without interruption.

Not to mention the Qin Immortal from tens of thousands of years ago, aren’t the ancient legends from the Emperor’s time still circulating among the people? "

Shaoyao didn't argue with her, she just looked at Xiaoyu and said, "Zhang Kunlun is the best pipa player since the Middle Ages, and Li Shansu left behind the best pipa skills and fingering techniques in the world.

If you learn this set of musical instruments from me, you will be considered a fourth-generation disciple of the ancient immortal."

Xiao Yu asked in confusion: "Why is it only the fourth generation? Could it be that Sister Shaoyao's teacher is an immortal?"

Shaoyao smiled slightly, "Not really an immortal, but a ghost immortal."

Xiao Yu's heart moved, "Please send a fax?"

Shaoyao's eyes flashed, "I heard that you have seen the painting saint of Shangbang? My situation is similar to yours, but I met the zither fairy Xue Qiongqiong.

Teacher Xue Qiongqiong is a direct disciple of Master Li Shansu, and has also learned pipa from Zhang Kunlun.

A few years ago, I had the honor of learning fingering techniques from her for one day and two nights.

Now I can barely make a living with this skill."

(End of this chapter)