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Chapter 206 How can this not be considered chivalrous?
Under the morning sun.

The Wild Goose Ghost King saw boats shuttling back and forth at the ferry crossing, heard the boatmen pulling the ropes and shouting, and saw a middle-aged man who looked like a down-on-his-luck scholar sitting by a writing stall on the roadside, holding a book and reciting aloud:
"Three cups of wine and I'll utter my vows; the Five Sacred Mountains are nothing to me."

After my eyes blurred and my ears burned, a sense of exhilaration arose...

Each sound and each sentence captivated the surrounding crowd, stirring a surge of heroic spirit within them.

Until the very end, the scholar recited:

"Even in death, the spirit of chivalry remains, worthy of the world's heroes!"

Who can write for you, my lord, until our hair turns white…

"Clap clap clap!"

"Excellent! Excellent poem—"

The scholar sighed, and before he could even finish reciting the last three words of the poem, the onlookers clapped and cheered.

Some people not only cheered, but were so excited that they trembled all over.

Someone else, presumably having heard the poem before, loudly exclaimed, "Who can write the poem 'The Great Mystery Classic' in your old age? Mr. Luo, what is the 'Great Mystery Classic'?"

The middle-aged scholar held a book in his hands, and paper was spread out on the stall in front of him.

His face bore the marks of time, and he had a short beard. When pressed for answers, he replied in a good-natured manner, "The Tai Xuan Jing? It was written by Yang Xiong, a sage of the Western Han Dynasty."

This classic text draws inspiration from the Book of Changes, and is profound and extensive, exploring the timing of the heavens and observing the great Dao…

He spoke eloquently, explaining the "Tai Xuan Jing," but it was like casting pearls before swine; the onlookers didn't enjoy listening to the obscure scriptures.

Another voice rang out from the crowd, urging urgently, "Mr. Luo, we can't understand the Tai Xuan Jing either. Could you tell us the story of the knight-errant and the Creation of Animals?"

"Exactly, exactly! What 'Tai Xuan Jing'? We don't need to take the imperial examinations, it's too much of a headache to listen to. Stories are much more interesting..."

The crowd began to jeer, and the middle-aged scholar, Mr. Luo, unable to resist their urging, turned a few pages in his book and began to speak:

"In our Jichuan County of Yunjiang Prefecture, there is a scholar named Chen Xu..."

Chen Xu, Yunjiang Prefecture!

Upon hearing this, the Ghost King of Wild Goose Feather, whose mind was already deeply moved by the song "Ode to a Knight-Errant," felt as if an invisible thunderbolt had pierced through him from head to toe.

As a ghost, his chest cavity is cold, and his heart does not beat like a living person's.

But that poem had truly struck a chord deep within him, so much so that he even had the illusion that his heart was beating.

He came to the human world in the middle of the night and walked past the village at the foot of the mountain.

At first, upon hearing of the lovers' illicit affair, he didn't want to meddle. However, after hearing their discordant words, and realizing that the wicked couple had even conceived the idea of ​​harming the original wife, the Wild Goose Ghost King decided to act as he pleased and could no longer tolerate it.

He punished the two villains and left the village feeling satisfied.

The Ghost King of Wild Goose Feather did this on a whim, and at the time he didn't really think he had done anything good.

He simply saw something disgusting by the roadside and casually wiped it away.

Unexpectedly, after traveling for so long, they arrived at Langfeng Ferry. Before hearing any human clamor, they first heard a cry of "Ten steps, one kill!"
At that moment, the Ghost King of Wild Goose Feathers felt as if his heart had been struck by some strange emotion.

What exactly is that?
He remained silent for a moment, listening quietly from outside the crowd.

The middle-aged scholar then recounted the story of "Creating Animals" with great intonation, and the onlookers cheered and exclaimed in admiration.
"Good! Well done! This kind of villain doesn't deserve to be called a human being, he deserves to die!"

"It's truly unbelievable that such a strange thing as creating animals exists in this world. How could perfectly normal people be turned into pigs, cattle, dogs, and sheep by evil magic? This is too terrifying."

"From now on, whenever we see someone selling cattle or sheep in the market, we will make sure the vendor gives the cattle or sheep plenty of water first, otherwise we won't buy them!"

"Yes, yes, that's exactly right, that's how it should be..."

"If we do it this way, we can also save a few poor people who have been affected by the animal creation spell. Wouldn't that be the same as us becoming chivalrous heroes and doing justice?"

Upon hearing this, the onlookers immediately began to speculate. A unkempt young man who looked like a rogue said, "Why do you have to encounter animal creation techniques to be a chivalrous person? There's a scoundrel next door to my house who's good-for-nothing, and he gambles and drinks all day long."

He loses gambling, gets drunk, and when he gets home, he either beats his mother, his wife, or his children.

Tsk tsk tsk, the whole family of women and children were beaten so badly. His father died early, and he was raised by his mother.

As a result, he got a wife and a grandson, but then this guy turned out to be a terrible person.

Guess what I did?

No one dislikes gossip, so everyone immediately perked up and asked, "What happened next? Did you try to break up the fight and beat that guy up?"

The hooligan chuckled and said, "What's the point of beating him up? I'll just break that scoundrel's legs! They'll never heal."

"Let him go to the gambling den again, let him drink a few ounces of wine and think he's the king of the land. Hey, I'm his father!"

The crowd immediately erupted in cheers.

"Ge Xiaoer, I never expected you to be like this..."

Someone gave the boy a thumbs up.

The boy puffed out his chest proudly and said, "It's all because the neighbors think highly of me. Although I don't like to do honest work, I don't do bad things either."

We can't be like the heroes in the stories, killing one person every ten steps and burning a demon, their deeds becoming legendary.

However, I, Ge Xiao'er, am making this clear: if I see any evil or injustice, and it's within my reach, I'll intervene.

"it is good!"

The crowd immediately clapped and cheered: "Isn't this an act of chivalry?"

"Well done, Ge Xiao'er!"

Among the crowd, the boy stood tall and proud.

The middle-aged scholar at the ferry crossing quickly picked up his brush and ink and began writing furiously on the paper.

A bystander couldn't help but ask curiously, "Mr. Luo, what are you writing?"

The middle-aged scholar said, "I am on my way to Pingyang City to take the imperial examination. Along the way, I will write letters for my neighbors to earn travel expenses, and I will also record what I see and hear."

This young hero, Ge, who helped others and performed acts of chivalry, certainly deserves to be remembered.

Ge Xiao'er was immediately made to feel lightheaded by the address "Young Master Ge," as if he were about to fly to the sky.

He has never been a proper worker, and was chased and beaten by his parents and despised by his neighbors. He never thought that he would be called a "young hero" one day.
But now, not only are some people calling him a young hero, but this person is also a scholar who is taking the imperial examination and keeps saying that he will record his deeds in an article.

Doesn't this mean that Ge Xiaoer might also become known and celebrated by the world, like the chivalrous hero in the story of "Creating Animals"?

Ge Xiao'er laughed heartily, as if he were drunk, and said, "What's a little chivalry for a moment? From now on, we'll be chivalrous every single day..."

At the ferry crossing, cheers erupted from the crowd like a dense rain and surging waves.

The bustling noise was like the sound of drums.

The Wild Goose Ghost King pressed his hand against his cold chest, as if he could hear the drumming sound within his own chest cavity.

"Yunjiang Prefecture, Jichuan County, Chen Xu, Brother Chen..."

The Ghost King sighed.

"The way of the chivalrous knight-errant, so should I be!"

He laughed heartily and walked towards the ferry crossing in the morning sunlight, the long river flowing mightily.

(End of this chapter)