Starting with Hyuga, traversing countless heavens

As Xu Shi approached, the overwhelming Yin energy and military killing intent emanating from Xue Rengui clashed with the blood and qi in Xu Shi's body, causing Xu Shi to tremble.

Xu Shi used a long spear, while Xue Rengui raised his halberd with one hand and pointed it directly at Xu Shi.

Using the momentum of his warhorse, Xu Shi thrust his spear directly at Xue Rengui, who countered with a sweeping halberd.

Even though Xu Shi had reached the peak of martial arts, equivalent to a cultivator at the Knowing Destiny realm, he was still knocked down along with his warhorse by Xue Rengui's powerful sweeping attack.

The warhorse let out a neigh and died. Xu Shi was filled with grief. How could he not be saddened by the death of his comrade-in-arms on the battlefield after so many years of fighting?

Xu Shi looked up and found that the soldiers around him had no intention of attacking him, but simply surrounded him in the center. Xue Rengui dragged his halberd on the ground and approached Xu Shi step by step, the sharp blade rubbing against the ground and bringing up a burst of sparks.

Xu Shi braced himself against the ground with his spear, then thrust it forward. Xu Shi's eyes were fixed on Xue Rengui. Was he born with superhuman strength? Or was his actual ability far superior?

Another simple, unadorned sweeping blow struck. Xu Shi tried his best to defend, but was still sent flying. He landed on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, which spilled from his palm.

I was sweating profusely; I was no match for them, not even close.

Yu Lian suddenly spoke up, "Xu Shi is dying, could you let me go and save him?"

"Going to rescue them while wearing a swimsuit?"

"of course not!"

"There is no distinction between men and women?"

Hinata Hoshino telepathically told Xue Rengui that it didn't matter if he was an insignificant person and his life was spared.

Xue Rengui nodded, flicked his halberd, and pinned the dying Xu Shi to the tip. With a shake of the halberd, he sent Xu Shi flying, followed by a sweeping attack. This time, however, it was a softer force. With this strike, Xu Shi flew out of the Dragon Gate Formation.

Wang Jinglue, who had been training in the Tang army for some time, leaped forward to catch Xu Shi. However, Xue Rengui's gentle strength alone made Wang Jinglue feel like he was about to vomit three liters of blood.

"Withdraw, withdraw the troops."

Xu Shi uttered his last words with all his might before falling into a coma. He didn't wake up until three days later, his martial arts skills completely ruined.

After soaking in the hot springs for a day, Yu Lian returned to the academy and refused to continue soaking.

Hinata Hoshino shrugged, thinking, "Another one who doesn't know how to enjoy life." He plunged into the hot spring, shutting off his senses, ready to take a good rest.

A few days later, Hinata Hoshino opened his eyes and found that there was another person in the hot spring. The bookworm Mo Shanshan, with a mischievous smile, surfaced.

"what!"

Mo Shanshan is nearsighted, and only when she looked closer did she realize there was a man in the water.

Hinata Hoshino covered Mo Shanshan's mouth, "I've been here all along, who are you? Are you crying 'stop thief'?"

"Waaaaah, waaaaah."

Hinata Hoshino let go of her hand, and Mo Shanshan saw that Hinata Hoshino's face was flushed. "Turn your head away!"

Hinata Hoshino turned his head and said, "I've been soaking in this water for days. I should be the one calling for help. I can't get married now that I've been seen naked by a female hooligan."

Hinata Hoshino just found it amusing. He noticed that Mo Shanshan had copied his calligraphy quite a bit, and he was even fantasizing about how to meet him and what he should be like.

"What did you say! I didn't, and you're the one who's... rude!"

Mo Shanshan was somewhat speechless. The good upbringing she had cultivated through years of immersion in books and calligraphy had made her vocabulary far inferior to that of the hooligans and ruffians who frequented the streets.

Hinata Hoshino smiled; it had been a while since she had heard such a harmless rebuke.

Mo Shanshan quickly got ashore and put on her clothes. "Turn around here."

Hinata Hoshino turned around, making Mo Shanshan feel her cheeks burning again.

Hinata Hoshino's next move made Mo Shanshan cover her eyes and peek through her fingers.

Before Hinata Hoshino stepped ashore, he already had clothes on, leaving Mo Shanshan at a loss for words to describe her feelings.

"The Great River Kingdom, Ink Pond Garden, Mountain Lord Mo Shanshan?"

One question put Mo Shanshan on guard: "Who are you? How do you know my identity?"

"Don't be nervous. I occasionally check what's happening in the world. I saw you were copying my handwriting. How is it? Not bad?"

"Your handwriting?"

"I am Zhang Xingye."

"Oh it's you!"

Mo Shanshan felt that her fantasy was about to be shattered.

"Perfect timing, I'm also a Divine Talisman Master, feel free to ask me anything you don't understand."

"what?"

Mo Shanshan was somewhat stunned. A Divine Talisman Master too? What does that mean?

"Yan Se is completely outmatched by me."

"Please enlighten me, senior. Here, here, and here."

After hearing that Yan Se was no match for Hinata Hoshino, Mo Shanshan promptly asked for advice.

He picked up a twig and started carving on the ground, asking questions about anything he didn't understand.

Chapter 313 Transmitting the Heavenly Talisman to Mo Shanshan

As expected of a bookworm, the moment Mo Shanshan mentioned talismans, she instantly forgot the unpleasantness from before.

The mountains were covered in snow, and the bright sunlight shone on Hinata Hoshino's face. He seemed like a completely different person from the one who had spoken so frivolously just moments before, leaving Mo Shanshan with a sense of disconnect.

Hinata Hoshino watched as Mo Shanshan wrote words on a twig, then took Mo Shanshan's hand and wrote on the snow with his head down. Mo Shanshan seemed to be nestled in Hinata Hoshino's arms.

The next moment, Mo Shanshan had no other thoughts. She had fulfilled Yu Lian's dream, without any distinction between men and women. Mo Shanshan looked at Hinata Hoshino's brushstrokes, each stroke revealing the demeanor of a master.

Hinata Hoshino held Mo Shanshan's hand, his fingers gently gliding across her palm, making her feel a warmth.

However, Mo Shanshan's mind was not on this at all; she only asked about the essentials of calligraphy, which made Hinata Hoshino think she was a bit naive.

Gradually, Mo Shanshan got into the swing of things and excitedly showed off her achievements, especially regarding the dance that Hinata Hoshino left behind, where she spun around in red sleeves and sang a song of sorrow.

"Look, look! This place already has a bit of artistic conception."

She was already able to capture some of the essence of the scene, which made her feel even more fortunate to have met Hinata Hoshino at the hot spring.

Hinata Hoshino looked at the words written by Mo Shanshan and nodded slightly. Only then did Mo Shanshan realize that she was completely surrounded by Hinata Hoshino.

Mo Shanshan was somewhat at a loss, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "Sir, could you please let me go?"

"Naturally."

Hinata Hoshino released Mo Shanshan directly, which made Mo Shanshan suddenly change her opinion of Hinata Hoshino. Perhaps he really didn't mean it. Besides, Mo Shanshan was also a little anxious.

Why do you enjoy writing?

"Because words represent the ultimate principles of heaven and earth..."

"wrong."

Hinata Hoshino interrupted Mo Shanshan, "The universe existed before words were even created. The ultimate truths of the universe are not merely found between the lines of words; they are recorded in writing after people understand them. Writing is people's understanding of all things."

"I like it, that's all I like. Black words on white paper, ink poured on the page. It's an inexplicable love that arose the first time I held a pen and wrote for the first time."

Hinata Hoshino nodded, "That sounds more like the truth. The previous ones were too formulaic. Where did you get them from?"

Mo Shanshan shyly tucked her hair behind her ear, saying, "It's from my master Wang Shusheng's autobiography."

"He even has the nerve to write an autobiography."

"I won't allow you to talk about my master like that!"

Mo Shanshan suddenly became agitated, while Hinata Hoshino's face showed a hint of sarcasm. "Yan Se, do you know?"

"Of course I know, Master Yan Se, the Divine Talisman Master."

"His calligraphy surpasses that of Wang Xizhi, the Sage of Calligraphy, and so does his cultivation and character. In this situation, Yan Se did not call himself the Sage of Calligraphy, but rather Wang Xizhi did. Do you think he deserves to be called the Sage of Calligraphy?"

Mo Shanshan pondered the gap between the two, feeling somewhat dejected. Looking at it this way, Old Wang was somewhat deceiving himself, arrogant and conceited, saying, "My master is not qualified."

Hinata Hoshino raised his hand, and with a wave of his sleeve, the rolling snowflakes condensed into a poem, the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection.

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year of Gui Chou..."

The Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion is an elegant melody flowing between mountains and rivers. Each word is like a vivid painting, making one feel as if they are in the spring of that year.

Every sentence is full of poetry, and every word is like a carefully carved gem, perfectly blending emotion and nature to show unparalleled harmony and beauty.

Mo Shanshan's eyes darted around, her gaze fixed solely on the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Gathering before her. As the most famous piece of calligraphy by Wang Xizhi, it exudes an elegant, unrestrained, and free-spirited style, with its well-organized layout, graceful and elegant spirit, varied brushstrokes, and unrestrained momentum, captivating all who see it, especially Mo Shanshan, a self-proclaimed calligraphy fanatic.

There's no such thing as a wrong nickname, only a wrong name. Mo Shanshan raised her hand to touch the words formed by snowflakes, but withdrew her hand just before touching them, worried that her body heat would melt this masterpiece.

"In just a few hundred words, there are many techniques involved, such as concealing the tip, embellishing, hanging the brush and returning the tip, connecting strokes, echoing, turning from square to round, and from round to square. Some horizontal strokes and wave strokes also have the flavor of clerical script. They are unpredictable. Good, wonderful."

"It's really good calligraphy. I'll take my time looking at it. I'll soak in the water for a while longer."

Seeing that Mo Shanshan had not finished bathing, the disciples of Mochi Garden went to the vicinity of the hot spring together. Zhuo Zhihua and Tianmaonv carefully walked in front to approach the hot spring.

"what!"

Suddenly, the cat girl screamed and covered her eyes. All the other female disciples, except for Zhuo Zhihua, also covered their eyes.

Hinata Hoshino was soaking in a hot spring not far from Mo Shanshan, and Mo Shanshan seemed not to hear it. If they didn't know that Mo Shanshan had never been in contact with any other men besides Wang Shusheng since childhood, they would probably all think that Hinata Hoshino was Mo Shanshan's lover.

Mo Shanshan only realized that she had been delayed for too long when she heard the cat girl's call. She belatedly remembered what Hinata Hoshino had said.

I'll soak for a while longer.

Mo Shanshan looked at Hyuga Hoshino in the water, then at the group of female disciples, and thought, "So I've been misunderstood?"

"Senior Sister Zhuo, please let me explain."

Zhuo Zhihua stepped forward to shield Mo Shanshan behind her, drew her sword, and pointed it at Hyuga Hoshino. "Speak, who are you? Why are you here?"

“I’m just a passerby. Look, I even paid protection money while soaking in the hot spring.”

Hinata Hoshino raised his hand and pointed to the character "snow." Zhuo Zhihua remained vigilant. The fact that the man in front of her could use his telekinesis to condense snowflakes into characters, and that they showed no signs of melting, meant that he was at least at the Dongxuan level or even higher. How could he be just a passerby?

"Senior Sister Zhuo, he is Zhang Xingye, the one who wrote 'The red sleeves swirl as the dance turns, the green hairpins gather as the song expresses sorrow.'"

"Oh?"

Zhuo Zhihua, with a hint of teasing, relaxed her guard a little. "Is it the person you've been longing to see, Shanshan?"

"Senior sister~"