Martial Arts Crossover: Infiltrating a Girls' Chat Group at the Start

"Come on, little brother, drink more of this dragon soup, it's very delicious! And this lamb is also quite good."

Shen Bijun then asked, "When are we going to Zhongnan Mountain?"

As Lin Zhu ate, he said, "The day after tomorrow, the snow should stop tomorrow."

“Then we’ll go back to Taiyuan the day after tomorrow.” Li Xiuning said, glancing at Shang Xiufang, “Why don’t you come back with me? We can’t keep not seeing him.”

Shang Xiufang shook her head, "I'm not going. You know why. I plan to go to Zhongnan Mountain with my younger brother."

"You're coming too?" Shen Bijun was a little unwelcoming. She and Lin Zhu had been having a good time lately and didn't really want to add another person.

"Yes, I haven't been to Zhongnan Mountain yet." Shang Xiufang nodded seriously, then ate in small bites.

Lin Zhu remained silent and ate heartily.

Because of his practice of the Longevity Technique, the functions of his internal organs were very strong. The food he ate was quickly digested into essence and energy, which became part of his physical strength.

Shen Bijun looked at Lin Zhu and, seeing that he did not object, and unwilling to blame him, could only acquiesce.

Li Xiuning was also quite helpless.

She barely spoke a few words to Lin Zhu all day.

I just want to get back to Taiyuan as soon as possible; this person is toxic.

Shang Xiufang was fine when she met Lin Zhu yesterday, but something seemed off when Lin Zhu played the piano and she composed the music in the afternoon.

This afternoon, I was completely captivated.

It only took one day.

Chapter 156 Su Shi: What an unexpected delight!

At night, there were no longer four people sleeping together.

There are enough guest rooms on the third floor, one room per person.

The night was quiet.

A white figure quietly slipped into Lin Zhu's room.

Who else could it be but Shen Bijun?

Lin Zhu was meditating on the bed when she immediately opened her eyes and said, "There are so many people here, are you still afraid?"

Shen Bijun blushed and sat down next to him, saying, "I'm jealous. You didn't write any of these for me. I want them too."

She just stared at Lin Zhu.

Lin Zhu really couldn't refuse. After thinking about it, he figured copying one thing was the same as copying two, so he decided to appease Shen Bijun first.

So, I recited Li Bai's "Qingping Tune": "The clouds remind me of her clothes, the flowers of her face."

Then, Shen Bijun experienced the same feeling Shang Xiufang had before, feeling as if she had been elevated. She then pressed down on him, her eyes glazed, and touched Lin Zhu's lips with hers.

Just as she was about to have a verbal argument with Lin Zhu, the alarm went off.

Shang Xiufang and Li Xiuning woke up with a start, thinking: 'Did Shen Bijun run to her brother's (Lin Zhu's) room?'

Although both of them knew about it, neither of them went out.

Li Xiuning didn't have the right to feel that way; at most, she felt a pang of bitterness.

Shang Xiufang is a gentle person who would never embarrass anyone.

Moreover, Shen Bijun had fallen for it before her, and she had been prepared for it that afternoon.

"Waaaah! He's so annoying!" Shen Bijun cried, clinging to Lin Zhu. "When are you finally going to grow up?"

She was even more anxious than the readers.

Lin Zhu had no choice; he couldn't just let three years pass in the blink of an eye, could he?

"Alright." Lin Zhu patted her back. "You should go back now. If Song Yuzhi finds you here tomorrow morning, I wonder what she'll say."

Song Yuzhi is a straightforward person who says what he thinks without beating around the bush, but sometimes that can be quite embarrassing.

"Okay!" Shen Bijun rubbed her face against Lin Zhu's, then quietly went out.

It feels a little exciting.

The heavy snow stopped at noon the following day.

Soon after, the clouds parted and the sun shone down.

Officials have already started organizing the people to shovel snow.

The road was cleared in no time.

Shang Xiufang arrived at the second-floor platform, which is the venue for public performances.

As soon as she came out, everyone on the street knew she was going to perform, and the news spread like wildfire.

"Quickly, everyone's about to sing! Come and listen!"

Soon, the area around Tianxin Pavilion was filled with people.

There were ordinary people, as well as literati and chivalrous heroes.

Of course, there were also some officials on leave.

Lin Zhu walked out just as the performance was about to begin, holding a dragon horn eight-stringed zither.

The moment he stepped out, sunlight shone on him.

In an instant, he stole all of Shang Xiufang's charm.

"I thought Lady Shang was already unparalleled in the world, but I never expected that there would be someone even more stunningly beautiful than her. Who is this person? Has Elder Yue heard of her?"

The speaker was a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance.

"I haven't heard Xiufang mention such a friend, so I don't know much about him." The man called Old Yue shook his head, looking quite domineering, with a knife strapped to his back.

“Father, perhaps I know,” a young man said.

If Lin Zhu had noticed him, he would have recognized him as Fusu.

There's no need to guess who it was; it was none other than Ying Zheng.

The old man with the sword on his back is Yue Shan, the Overlord of Blades.

Taking advantage of the clear weather after the snow, the three of them went out to check on the disaster situation of the people and happened to run into Shang Xiufang's performance.

Fusu said, "I met this person once in the capital. She is a disciple of Tianshan Tonglao, a terrestrial immortal from the Lingjiu Palace of Tianshan. She is quite favored and also has some connections with Zhang Zhenren of Wudang."

With Lin Zhu appearing in the capital, it's hard for some people not to notice him.

"They've got quite a background!" Ying Zheng nodded. "Fusu, what do you think?"

"What?" Fusu was stunned.

"He's not very bright." Ying Zheng shook his head helplessly.

Yue Shan said, "This person is not simple. I can't even sense her cultivation level. I'm afraid His Highness can't suppress her."

Ying Zheng thought for a moment and nodded, "That's true, Fusu is too soft-hearted."

Just as the three were talking, the sound of a zither began, its melody ethereal and carrying a touch of ethereal beauty.

It is the playing method of the Eight Sounds of Heaven and Dragon, but it is not lethal; it only makes the sound travel further and clearer.

Shang Xiufang began, "When will the moon be bright...?"

The melody of "Shuidiao Getou" lingered beautifully as the two musicians played together.

When everyone regained consciousness, the two were no longer on the platform.

"Excellent! Excellent lyrics! Excellent music!" Many literary figures in the audience cheered loudly, and the applause was thunderous.

"This melody and lyrics seem to belong to another world!"

Someone asked loudly, "Master Shang, did you compose these lyrics and music?"

“It’s not a young woman,” Shang Xiufang paused for a moment, “the lyrics were written by a gentleman named Su Shi, and the music was composed by an anonymous person.”

"Could it be Su Shi, Su Zizhan?"

Yes, some people do know Su Shi.

Inside, Lin Zhu nodded to Shang Xiufang.

Shang Xiufang and the others thought to themselves, "There really is such a person."

Ying Zheng said, "This man is truly a man of exceptional literary talent. Fusu, have you heard of his name in the capital?"

Fusu shook his head, "That's not true."

A person next to him said, "Su Zizhan was from Meizhou in Sichuan. He had two sons, all of whom were talented. This poem is in his style."

Before Su Shi could even admit it, someone had already defined his character.

At this moment, Su Shi, who was studying at an inn in the capital, felt a wisp of literary energy gathering around him.

Literary spirit is a kind of spiritual energy in the universe, and Confucian scholars are drawn to it.

Aside from Confucian scholars, only those who understand the connection between Heaven and humanity can perceive it.

Su Xun and Su Che noticed it as well.

He thought to himself, 'What masterpiece has Zizhan (his elder brother) written? It possesses such literary brilliance!'

They did not make a sound to disturb them.

Inside the room, Su Shi wondered to himself, "Did I do something? No! What's going on?"

Even with his intelligence, he couldn't have imagined that someone would help him gain fame, and that fame would be for the future.

Su Shi was skilled in both literature and martial arts, and he didn't waste the literary talent that had entered his body; he refined it all into martial arts prowess.

This one time alone is worth three years of his hard work, enough to reach the Innate Realm.

At the Huaxia Food Tower, Tang Bohu looked south and said, "Someone has actually channeled literary energy into their body, and a masterpiece has been born!"

As a result, a number of literati gradually began to gather in the area where Su Shi and his companions lived, all eager to read this masterpiece as soon as possible.

Lin Zhu was unaware of the negative impact her actions would have on Su Shi.