This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 48: All of us are honest people after we put on our pants (Sixth update)

At lunch time after class, Xiang Yuan feasted in the restaurant. His appetite was amazing. He ate as much as Xiao He and Xu Jixian, and the leftovers were enough for Wang Wenxu to have three meals.

During this time, I could always sense a vicious gaze. Occasionally, when I looked up, I saw Sima Qingyan chatting happily with her classmates. She was a dignified and generous good senior sister.

The unlucky senior schoolmate was harmed by her father and controlled by Xiao He. Xiang Yuan didn't want to make things difficult for her, so after finishing his meal, he came to the grove behind the academy alone.

In a moment, Sima Qingyan caught up.

Xiang Yuan nodded, took out the pawn deed and handed it over, saying straight to the point: "This is a pawn deed. One month is more than enough time. You can redeem it yourself."

He didn't return the fifteen hundred taels or something like that. It was money that Doubi earned with his own ability. If he had returned it, it would have been worthy of Doubi's hard work!

Being generous with other people's money, opening other people's purses, being a thief of warmth and a thief of virtue, this is not the way to be a human being.

He strode away, leaving the top student with her hair disheveled in the wind.

Sima Qingyan was dumbfounded. She took the pawn and sold the sword made for her by her master for 1,500 taels of silver. It was so cheap. Did he look down on her or her master?

Weren't you quite talkative and sharp-tongued that night? Why didn't you bargain?

Xiang Yuan was also helpless. He knew of course that the sword was worth more than 1,500 taels, but he had no choice. When he pawned it, the pawnshop clerk knew nothing about it. The pawnshop clerk sold it at the price of stolen goods, and he was lucky enough to be able to sell it.

If he were not incorruptible and had no heroic spirit, who would be willing to sell off the family's heirloom sword? Don't you think so, Green-faced Beast?

When I returned to the classroom, I saw Xiao Xu gathered together and whispered.

Xiang Yuan leaned over and listened, and it was indeed the same smell.

"Do you think they will fight?"

"Why did they fight instead of getting together? If they just hid in the woods, no one would see them. If they pulled up their pants, they would all be innocent and decent people."

"Qingyan, I know that ladies from wealthy families cannot eat young grass. Brother Xiaoyuan is only fifteen this year. He has no sharp weapons and no killing intentions. He still needs to grow taller."

"Ridiculous, I don't think so..."

The two of them obviously did it on purpose. It was still early, so they went to the study to look for Wang Wenxu. On the one hand, they wanted to borrow books to recharge their knowledge and make up for what they lacked, and on the other hand, they wanted to inquire about the information about Songjiazhuang and the disciples of Huangquan Dao.

Wang Wenxu was writing in the study. Perhaps because he had stayed up late and was not in good spirits, his eyes were a little dark.

Xiang Yuanwang couldn't bear it. He had already received the gift of apology from the gentleman. Continuing to bully the gentleman was really a mean act.

Turning around, I saw more than ten pieces of calligraphy prepared, each of which was written with great effort, and a sense of righteousness was overwhelming.

There are only more than ten copies, a little less!

Xiang Yuan was kind-hearted, but not too kind, especially when it came to benefits. He knocked on the door and entered the room, asking Wang Wenxu to have a rest first under the pretext of having tea and asking questions.

Rest your spirit before writing, don't let the quality of your calligraphy be affected!

Also, why is it so slow? Even the donkeys in the production team don’t dare to be so slow!
When Wang Wenxu saw Xiang Yuan, he felt embarrassed again. But when he learned that Xiang Yuan wanted to borrow a book, he immediately became excited. According to Xiang Yuan's request, he recommended several easy-to-understand reading materials to help broaden his horizons.

When asked about the information about Songjiazhuang, Wang Wenxu was well prepared. He handed Xiang Yuan a letter and asked him to burn it after reading it.

"Sir, has the situation in Songjiazhuang become so deteriorating?"

"It is just as you said in the letter. If you don't go, I should arrange someone else."

"There is no time to lose. I will leave immediately."

Xiang Yuan read it again, memorized all the words, burned the letter and left. He was still "angry", and in order to continue to make money, he couldn't give Wang Wenxu a good face, so he didn't stay for long.

"Wait, don't leave yet."

Wang Wenxu called Xiang Yuan and frowned, "I have given you the information. You must have a plan since you know yourself and the enemy, but not everything is perfect. I dare not say that the details are necessarily accurate. If there are deviations, do you have any way to deal with it if you are in danger?"

There are some.

For example, the Mongolian-Chinese medicine made by Xu Jixian would make martial artists who had their minds opened lose consciousness after taking it. They would sleep for three days and three nights like a dead person, and would not feel anything even if they were hit by a sword or an axe. It was said that a martial artist would not be able to survive for three nights.

For example, the sleeve arrow given by Yue Huanjiang has amazing killing power. Even an ordinary person in the foundation-building stage will be injured by the hidden arrow if he does not have the protection of the internal energy.

Coupled with that bottle of poison, it was enough to ensure that all Huangquan Dao disciples would never return.

If you have a handful of lime, you can make up the winning combination!
Xiang Yuan wanted to sharpen his knife, so he would not easily use poison arrows or Mongolian and Chinese medicine. He looked at Wang Wenxu's calligraphy and said, "Haoran Qi restrains sneakiness. Three pieces of your calligraphy are enough for me."

"That's a bad word."

Wang Wenxu shook his head. He knew Xiang Yuan was calm and composed. Such remarks were nothing but a dispute of arrogance. He advised him not to be too confident. If he was too confident, he would be arrogant. Just in case, he could hide in the dark to protect him. If you want to hide, just hide. Why say it out?

Xiang Yuan sighed, knowing that there was someone behind him. His mentality would change when he swung the knife, which was not in line with his purpose of sharpening the knife.

Wang Wenxu probably understood something, and his face turned red as he reacted. He stammered, "Then I won't go. Don't worry, I won't go if I say so."

Sir, your lying skills are far worse than Xiao Xu's.

Xiang Yuan took the three calligraphy works and walked out of the study. He couldn't understand what a gentleman like Wang Wenxu had to do to keep his job at the Imperial City Bureau and make a good living at that.

After a while, he returned along the same route and took three more paintings.

Very calm.

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Songjiazhuang is located thirty miles south of the city, backed by two green mountains and surrounded by a valley.

The mountain is not high or steep, it is shaded by green trees, has gurgling mountain springs, and has excellent feng shui.

However, the water flow is too small to irrigate farmland, so the villagers rely on the mountains for their livelihood, collecting medicinal herbs and mushrooms, or setting traps for hunting. Every half a month, they will form a team and trailer to Fengxian County to trade in exchange for silver and money to purchase daily necessities.

They live a self-sufficient life and are influenced by the Jiuyi tribes in southern Xinjiang. They are good at identifying poisons, love to wield swords and sticks, and are particularly fond of bows and arrows. Every family has a good hunter who is good at shooting.

Therefore, they had no interest in the Baoyilang established by the imperial court. Instead, they became very close to the Jiuyi tribes, and the Chu and Yi tribes lived together and often intermarried.

Most of the areas bordering Western Chu and Southern Xinjiang are like this. Songjiazhuang is relatively good. The further south you go, the more the Chu people there become more Xinjiang-like and worship some strange and primitive beliefs.

In the eyes of these people, evil spirits like Huangquan Dao are not scary. What is scary is the imperial court which is as ferocious as a tiger and has heavy taxes.

At three quarters past noon, a fast chestnut horse arrived at Songjiazhuang.

Xiang Yuan, carrying a bag and a Tiger Roaring Sword wrapped in black cloth, turned over and landed on the ground, leading his horse into the village.

Before entering the village, I saw two strong men dressed as villagers, carrying bows and arrows, walking towards me quickly.

"Who are you and why did you come to Songjiazhuang?"

"Xiang Yuan, the Baoyilang of Songjiazhuang, has been ordered to take up the post. This is the office document." Xiang Yuan took out the appointment letter with the official seal from his arms and spread it out in front of the two big men.

The two of them looked at the document, then looked at each other, both of them were a little confused.

"My name is Cheng Yong, and this is my cousin Cheng He and Xiang Baoyi. Songjiazhuang has never had a Baoyi. We can protect our village by ourselves. I'm afraid you have nothing to do here." Cheng Yong spoke in a stiff tone, and he was very dissatisfied with having a master above his head.

Xiang Yuan smiled and didn't mind. He looked at the two strong men for a moment, and then said, "Recently, the bandit problem is serious. Your methods are good enough to deal with the tigers in the mountains, but you are not good enough to deal with the evil demons in southern Xinjiang. The government knows that it is not easy for you, and can't bear to see you die in vain, so I was sent here."

Cheng He frowned, and Cheng Yong stepped forward: "I saw you holding a document, so I didn't want to argue with you, but I didn't expect you to be so arrogant. Tell me, what ability do you have to underestimate us!"

Everything was as Xiang Yuan expected. He held down the long sword wrapped in black cloth at his waist and said, "Although I am young, I am quite capable. You can give it a try."

In areas where the people are tough, the truths spoken with fists will always be more deeply rooted in people's hearts than those spoken with words.

The two brothers were silent, probably because they were scared. Cheng Yong said, "Today, all the villagers have gone into the mountains to hunt. I don't want to argue with you. Let's talk about it when everyone comes back. The village elders will give you a set of rules."

It turned out to be true, just as the intelligence said.

Xiang Yuan nodded, not minding not having a fight to establish his authority. He asked the two to arrange a place for him to stay, and he would stay in Songjiazhuang tonight.

Cheng Yong led the way and took Xiang Yuan to the charity cemetery.

On the way, Xiang Yuan looked around and said, "Men are hunting, why are there no women or children?"

"We are either picking herbs or digging vegetables. This is a remote area, not as prosperous as the county government. I'm afraid Master Baoyi doesn't understand our hard work." Cheng Yong said with a sour face.

"Right."

Xiang Yuan nodded and asked curiously, "I heard that you brothers all have the surname Cheng. How come it has become a common surname in Songjiazhuang?"

"People with the surname Song moved away a long time ago. Who said that everyone in Songjiazhuang has to have the surname Song..." Cheng Yong muttered to himself, and left Xiang Yuan in the charity cemetery and went away.

He looked into the distance and saw his hurried footsteps. He squinted his eyes and had made up his mind.

Tonight!

(End of this chapter)