"Why do you think people will bow down for money?"

Zhou Liyi could no longer control her emotions, so she turned around suddenly and said angrily...

"Shut up, isn't it embarrassing enough?"

However, at this moment, a plain and dangerous voice sounded not far away: "Sometimes, it's okay to break your waist for money."

Zhou Liyi's face turned pale again. He was shocked and unable to understand, but he almost subconsciously bowed to the voice and said in a trembling voice: "Father."

A middle-aged man with a jade-like face, a blue Taoist robe, and a Taoist bun, was wearing a pure and scattered person. He walked out from behind a carriage.

The Zhou family was a clan of the old Qin Dynasty. Although it began to fall into a slump after the reforms of the past merchants, since Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne, the Zhou family, like almost all clans of the old era, had no foundation. However, the powerful and powerful in the old era naturally had extraordinary background.

Zhou Freeyi's father Zhou Yunhai, who walked out at this time, did not serve in the court, but walked slowly, and had a graceful demeanor that the new powerful people in Changling did not have.

Compared with his temperament, Xie Changsheng feels like a rustic nouveau riche.

But Xie Changsheng seemed to want to bring the temperament of this nouveau riche to the extreme.

Hearing the voice of this man, looking at Zhou Jiyi's awe-inspiring look, Xie Changsheng's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at Zhou Yunhai who was walking over and asked, "Are you talking about it?"

Zhou Yunhai bowed to Xue Wangxuwei first, then smiled slightly, and said, "Since the dogs have lost the bet, let outsiders enter the academy to comprehend the freehand scrolls, I don't care about adding a few more outsiders. If all the young talents can really understand some exquisite sword styles from the freehand scrolls of my Zhou family, and make achievements in the future, they can be passed on as a beautiful story."

Zhou Yunhai's temperament was still graceful and gentle at this time, but Xie Changsheng's eyes shone even more, and he simply said, "How much gold do you want?"

Zhou Yunhai seemed to think Xie Changsheng was interesting and smiled and said, "One person has ten thousand gold?"

Xie Changsheng said directly: "The deal is completed."

Zhang Yi was also from a poor family. At this time, he heard that he would pay ten thousand yuan when he entered the garden to observe the scriptures. Even though Xie Changsheng didn't care and obviously wanted to help them out, he still felt a little uneasy and couldn't help but say something.

However, at this moment, Xue Wangxu glanced at him.

He suddenly reacted a little and kept silent.

Xue Wangxu said lightly: "No need to count me. It is said that the scenery in Mo Garden is good. I will look at the scenery later."

Zhou Yunhai said respectfully: "Master Xue Cave is a master, so naturally he doesn't need to read the fragments of my Zhou family."

Xue Wangxu shook his head and said, "You don't have to be so humble. Even those Changling geniuses who were much better than me in the past also value freehand paintings. I don't read them, but I just don't want to see the sword intent that makes me feel itchy again, but I don't have enough time to practice."

Zhou Yunhai was slightly stunned, sighed, and said nothing more.

When Zhang Yi heard this, she felt even more urgent and was even more ashamed of her almost mother-in-law and mother just now.

Zhou Freeyi followed Zhou Yunhai and got on the Zhou family's carriage and led the way in front.

During this period, Zhou Yiyi kept lowering her head without making any sound. When the carriage began to run, he finally raised his head. However, he knew that his son was better than his father. Just looking at the little light in his eyes, Zhou Yunhai already knew what he was thinking.

"Don't ask me when I came."

Zhou Yunhai looked at him and said quietly: "Whether it is the sword ruins event of Lingxu Sword Sect or the sword meeting of Minshan Sword Sect, it seems to be a competition of young talents in the Qin Dynasty, but behind the scenes, it is not the competition between all the clans and powerful people of the Qin Dynasty? The talent at home can stand at Changling in the future, which often means how high the family can stand at Changling in the future. Today's duel between Chen Liufeng and Fan Wuque is equivalent to the first battle of the Minshan Sword Sect. How can I not come? When you and Lu Duofeng and Xin Jianli compete for their position, I have arrived, but I didn't expect that Ding Ning would choose you among the three. So if you lose today, I naturally have a responsibility."

There was no reproach in his tone, but Zhou Shuyi was even more ashamed and blamed himself.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect him to be so strong."

"No matter whether you think he is so strong, as long as you are stronger, he will definitely lose." Zhou Yunhai looked at him lightly and said, "So I just hope that you will turn this shame of defeat into the driving force of your cultivation. Even if you suffer this defeat today, if you defeat him at the Minshan Sword Club in the future, who will care about this defeat today?"

After a slight salute, Zhou Yunhai looked at Zhou Yiyi and said, "After going back, you will go into seclusion. You have to think that even if it is humiliation, it will only take half a year to go to the Minshan Sword Society. What's the point of enduring it for half a year? I hope you learn more about the honor and disgrace of that young man in the wine shop."

Zhou Liyi's mood slowly calmed down. He looked at his father with some gratitude, but was still a little puzzled, and said, "Father, do you really care about the money at home? Why do you have to let them enter the garden to watch the sword scripture for this money?"

Zhou Yunhai said coldly: "You are not sober enough yet? How much time has it taken for our Zhou family to comprehend the freehand painting fragments for generations? One day... What can these young people see? And others don't know, but don't you know how much money it takes for the ancestor to practice?"

When Zhou Freeyi heard the word "Old Ancestor", he suddenly felt cold all over and realized completely.

...

Originally, it was Nangong Caishu and Xu Heshan and Xie Changsheng a carriage, but at this time he went to the old garden where the Zhou family had fallen, Xie Changsheng insisted on riding with Ding Ning and Shen Yi.

"Oops!"

But just as he drove off the river bank and entered the main road, Xie Changsheng slapped his head and screamed in annoyance.

"What's wrong?" Shen Yi was shocked.

Xie Changsheng sighed and said, "I just forgot Yi Xin of Xinjian Sect, otherwise I could invite him to go with me."

Ding Ning glanced at him and said, "You are so much money that you have nowhere to spend it. Are you upset if you can't use it?"

"Money is born for spending." Xie Changsheng said naturally: "My father said that spending money is like flowing water. The most important thing is that as long as new money comes in like flowing water. The flowing water comes out and flowing water comes in, so that you can continuously gain good intentions or friendship. Otherwise, dead things will accumulate there and eventually be taken away by someone."

Ding Ning frowned slightly, and said in silence, "There is indeed some truth to the Xie family in Guanzhong who can become a wealthy family."

Xie Changsheng was a little proud, but he said curiously: "You can go to read freehand scrolls as you wish. I can spend money more than you, but I don't read more books than you. What kind of freehand scrolls are?"

Looking at Xie Changsheng, who spent tens of thousands of gold in one breath but didn't even know what the freehand paintings were, Ding Ning could only shake his head and said in his heart that a fool is lucky.

“It’s very simple.”

After shook his head, he said calmly: "The freehand scroll is also something similar to the sword wall of the Shadow Mountain Sword Cave. In the ancient times, in order to fight against natural disasters, beasts, and diseases, the earliest people began to find ways to strengthen their bodies. Some people stood out and understood the means to make themselves powerful. In an era when there were no words, the earliest practitioners used various means to pass on their own practice methods."

Xie Changsheng was a little stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but interrupt, "It's very simple, why is it so complicated?"

Ding Ning ignored him and continued, "So what records the methods of practice may not be words. The simplest may be just knots, simple symbols, and pictures. Thousands of years later, some practice methods that are not very powerful and have little meaning in the world of cultivators, and some of them still seem very powerful in the world of cultivators that have evolved through countless generations. If they are still practiced beyond the secret scripts of most sects, they will naturally survive. It is just that the recording method is different from the present. Today's practitioners must comprehend the true meaning of the inside by themselves."

Xie Changsheng and Shen Yi finally understood and said in unison: "What do you mean is that the freehand scroll is the same as the sword wall of Yingshan Sword Cave. It is equivalent to the legacy of the ancient sect in the past, but it is not an ordinary written record?"

Ding Ning nodded and said, "The freehand painting fragment looks like a kind of ink and water landscape, and it is a freehand painting technique, with the charm of mountains and rivers, but it may not have the shape of mountains and rivers. The most important thing is that this ink and water landscape is still incomplete, so it is even more difficult to understand the true meaning of the master who left this ink and water landscape at that time."

After a pause, Ding Ning looked at Shen Yi and Xie Changsheng seriously and said slowly: "But what is certain is that this fragment contains many sword styles and principles of practice, just like the general outline of a sect ritual. The style that Zhou Yi used just now is picturesque, but the weakest and most obvious sword style cannot even be separated from the painting style."

Xie Changsheng's face suddenly became solemn, and he said, "If Zhou Qiyi's sword was calm and idly, there would probably not be many people in the talent list to catch it. Even such a sword was the simplest and weakest, and he could not touch the true meaning of this scroll. Even if he just took a look... these tens of thousands of gold would be worth it."
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