The reason why Yang Sanshou brought Yue Ming out was because he was his confidant, but there was another important reason: because he was the only expert among his confidantes. As a family guard, he can use throwing knives, isn't he a master
Yue Ming only hoped that this knife would end the suffering and return to the Yang family to continue to enjoy the happiness, so he cheered up and quietly approached Ye Xiaotian and his party, looking for an opportunity to strike.
There are two types of flying knives: spinning and direct flying. Of course, spinning is farther, while direct flying is much closer, but direct flying is more accurate. There are two kinds of force: arm swing and wrist shake. If you want to spin, you usually use arm swing, but that kind of movement is relatively large, and it is easy to be spotted in densely populated places on the street.
Therefore, Yue Ming can only use the method of shaking his wrist to strike the saber, but if he sends the saber with an inch of strength, and there is no willow-leaf flying knife with directional tassels on the saber, the effective killing distance will not exceed three feet, even so, it will not be achieved overnight It can be practiced, Yue Ming has always been very proud of his throwing knives.
Ye Xiaotian walked leisurely in front with his hands behind his back, Leyao and Fuwaer followed closely behind, the two little guys were still playing while walking, Fuwaer would sneak up on Leyao's ass with his head as he walked, Although the force is not strong, Le Yao will be bumped into a stagger. Fuwaer never tires of it, and Leyao also giggles.
There was a more imposing door next to it, scaffolding was set up at the door, and bricks, tiles and stones were piled up next to it. Several craftsmen were busy there. Ye Xiaotian glanced at it casually, and saw the four characters "Tongren Fuxue" on the lintel. Xiao got a government-run school in Tongren.
Yue Ming hid among the passers-by and got closer and closer, and gradually walked with Ye Xiaotian and the three of them. Seeing that they had entered the effective distance, Yue Ming clenched the flying knife tightly, and suddenly shook his wrist, the Liuye flying knife came out, and shot Le Yao straight from the gap in the crowd. temples.
Although Le Yao is just a little girl, Yue Ming is relentless, and this time he hits her directly. Unexpectedly, that unlucky child Fuwa took a few steps pretending to be honest. To Yaoyao's other vital point - buttocks.
"Oh! Bad Fuwa!" Le Yao was pushed forward by Fuwa, giggling, and the Willow Leaf Flying Knife flew past her head dangerously, but Le Yao didn't notice.
Yue Ming stomped his feet angrily, intending to mend another knife, but he had no knives to mend, he only had three throwing knives in total, two were searched when he was sent to the dungeon by the guard house of Qi Mu's mansion, and only one of them was hidden in his boots. The life-saving flying knife at the bottom was spared. And this life-saving flying knife...
The flying knife flew past the back of Le Yao's head, and slammed into an ink cartridge on the scaffolding beside the road. The black box was shattered, and the ink flowed out. The flying knife spun twice and bounced back. Huhu's big head.
The flying knife fell to the ground, and Fuwaer was close to the water tower, and suddenly found a shining thing in front of her. Afraid of being taken away by others, she immediately stretched out the bear claws, clasped and grasped the flying knife with sharp claws, and then stuffed it into the mouth...
"Crack bang bang! Crack bang bang..."
Although there are many foodies in the world, who can compare with this brat? The three-inch long willow-leaf flying knife was happily eaten by it like fried beans. When Fuwa was stealing food, the ink cartridge on the scaffolding next to him had just been broken, and a craftsman exclaimed. Ye Xiaotian and passers-by, including Yaoyao, all looked at the craftsman, and no one even noticed that Fuwa was stealing food.
Yue Ming stood across the street, turning his head back with a mournful face, and shook his head at Yang Sanshou. Yang Sanshou stomped his feet resentfully, and gestured to him: "Get out!"
When the flying knife bounced back, it was already stained with ink. Fuwa'er has such a keen sense of smell. The flying knife was only enough to fit between his teeth, but it was not enough to eat. At this time, smelling the smell, he walked over and picked up a broken inkstone. Stuff it into your mouth: "Ga bang bang..."
The taste was not good, and Fuwaer spit out a mouthful of broken stones in frustration. The craftsman thought he had found the culprit, immediately grabbed Ye Xiaotian's sleeve and shouted, "Don't leave! This Pixiu you raised broke our things."
"Hey! This is someone who knows the goods, and he recognizes that this is a Pixiu!" Seeing that the craftsman knew his own foodie, Ye Xiaotian felt very fond of it.
Fuwa has always been very well-behaved, he doesn't think it's his own fuwa who caused the trouble, but the little guy is naughty, maybe... there is no other "murderer" at the scene, probably his own fuwa caused trouble, and the ink cartridges used by the craftsman are not worth a few cents Money, he just lost it, so as not to quarrel again.
Thinking of this, Ye Xiaotian quickly made amends and said: "Yes, yes, uncle, don't be angry. Animals don't understand human affairs. How much is your ink cartridge worth? Xiao Ke will just pay you."
At this moment, all the craftsmen gathered around, and one of the craftsmen said: "Oh, no, the words written by Mr. Li are all stained."
It was a piece of characters written on rice paper. It was stacked on the scaffold and pressed with an ink cartridge. At this time, a craftsman opened the paper, and saw that the paper had been soaked in ink and was completely black. One word, nothing can be seen.
The master craftsman became anxious when he saw it, and shouted: "It's fine if the ink cartridge is broken. This word was written by Master Li and asked us to engrave it on the lintel. Master Li is not a good-tempered person. This word is gone. We dare not go to Master Li to ask for another pair."
Ye Xiaotian frowned when he heard this, he thought it was a matter of a few pennies, but he didn't want to cause big trouble, and he didn't know who this Master Li was, since he could write couplets for the gate of the government school, he must be a famous figure among the local scholars Or it is the precepts and teachings of this school.
These literati attach great importance to their calligraphy. Although it is only a few words, you can say that it is worthless, or that it is worth thousands of gold. He is not enough.
"Yes!"
Ye Xiaotian rolled his eyes, thought carefully, and immediately said to the craftsman: "Don't yell, don't yell, this word has just been soaked, and you can still recognize it."
After Ye Xiaotian finished speaking, he grabbed the piece of paper, unfolded it with a brush, faced the sunlight, nodded and said: "Oh, it turned out to be this word, I recognize it, do you see it?"
The few craftsmen next to them saw nothing but blackness on the paper. The master craftsman said, "We haven't seen the words of Mr. Li yet. What are they writing on?"
Ye Xiaotian pointed out: "Here, look, the color here is darker, and when it shines against the sun, it will appear immediately. Okay, I have recognized this couplet." Throw the piece of rice paper aside.
Since these craftsmen haven't seen this couplet yet, just make up a random one for them, Ye Xiaotian made up his mind, and said: "Don't worry, uncle, get the pen and ink, I'll write the picture of Master Li for you. Is it over? In this way, I will have less trouble, and uncle, you don't have to be scolded by Master Li."
The craftsman couldn't help being moved when he heard this, and an apprentice next to him reminded him: "Master, does this man... write the same handwriting as Master Li's handwriting? If they are different, let Master Li see..."
The craftsman woke up suddenly and said: "That's right! We are going to carve Master Li's characters on the doorpost. Your handwriting is different from Master Li's. Master Li will be misunderstood when he sees it."
Ye Xiaotian said calmly: "What style of writing is it? Wang Ti Yan Ti or San Song Dynasty, or Su Huang Mi Cai, take that picture, and I'll have a look again." Immediately someone went to fetch the ball of rice paper Come, there is only one last word on it: "Look!"
Ye Xiaotian thought: "What are you looking at, what the hell is this fucking looking at?"
The craftsman asked nervously: "Master Li's handwriting, can you imitate it?"
Ye Xiaotian laughed, and said: "It's not my own font, so why can't I imitate it, this is... well, this is the thin gold font, and when I write this couplet, you can compare it as it is." The craftsman had no choice but to fetch a pair of rice paper, prepared pen and ink, spread it on a stone slab, and asked Ye Xiaotian to write on it.
The handwriting of this master Li is indeed thin gold. What Ye Xiaotian learned from those elite elites from the officialdom in the sky prison was not systematic and miscellaneous, but when it comes to calligraphy, the most popular in this dynasty. Wang Yan, and this thin gold, he is proficient in them all. What he had been thinking about just now was: what kind of couplet did this damn Master Li write
These craftsmen have never seen the couplets written by Mr. Li, so it will be easy. As long as the last word is also "Look", they will naturally be able to fool them. After writing the words, they will slip away immediately, and they will not find it wrong again. There is a way.
Ye Xiaotian thought about this, thought for a while, and wrote a couplet with a brush: "The status is high, the sun and the moon pass by the shoulders; the gate is open, and the mountains and rivers are often seen in the palm of your hand." Ye Xiaotian finished writing, put down the pen and looked at it, confidently He said to the craftsman, "Come on, come and have a look, if there is a flaw."
The craftsman hurriedly took the crumpled rice paper and compared it with the one Ye Xiaotian just wrote, the strokes are exactly the same, he couldn't help but overjoyed, said: "Thank God, it's not bad at all."
Ye Xiaotian smiled and said: "You're welcome, since that's the case, Xiao Ke will leave now." Before the craftsman could react, Ye Xiaotian hurriedly gave Yaoyao a wink, and the two led Fuwa who had "came into trouble" and walked away.
"Hey, they haven't paid for the ink cartridges yet."
The master craftsman suddenly realized, looked up, Ye Xiaotian had already disappeared, and the master craftsman looked at the writing again, and said with satisfaction: "Forget it, how much is an ink cartridge worth, now I don't need to look at Master Li's words." What a bad face."
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Master Li just came out of the government school with a bad face at this moment.
Master Li's name is Li Zhongyin, he just went to Shuixi two days ago, and was severely reprimanded by Ti Xuedao. In the sixty-three provinces in the south, south, and north of the Ming Dynasty, the provincial Tixue Dao was appointed by the procuratorate or vice envoy of each province, and the Tixue Dao in Guizhou was personally held by the procurator.
The main basis for inspecting the performance of major officials in a place is money, food and public security, so what is the standard for inspecting the performance of academic and political officials in charge of a place? Of course, it is the "admission rate", that is, the number of people who are selected as scholars, candidates, and scholars.
Tongren is too closed, and it has always been difficult to make achievements in scientific examinations. In fact, not only Tongren, but the whole Guizhou Province is like this. Not to mention that it is inferior to Jiangsu and Zhejiang in the imperial examination, even the northern provinces are far behind. There are those who enter school every year, but those are basically "recommended students", grades are not important, it is their status that determines whether they enter school.
It has been two years in a row that Tongren has not produced a scholar or a candidate. Master Tixue has issued a strict order this time. If Tongren's prefectural school does not make any achievements this year, his prefectural education will be exhausted. Just imagine Li Xun's mood. Got it.
The master craftsman was afraid that there would be another accident, so he stopped other work first, pasted the word on the doorpost, and was about to start carving, Li Xundao looked up with a sullen face, suddenly stopped, and shouted angrily: "Stop! Whose is the inscription on the doorpost?"
The craftsman's heart skipped a beat, and he screamed inwardly, "Could it be possible that Master Discipline saw it? No, the handwriting is obviously exactly the same."
The master craftsman forced himself to laugh and said, "Master Li, isn't this your old handwriting?"
Director Li Xun shouted: "It's full of nonsense, the official title is not this word at all, who wrote this word, it's not true!"
When the master craftsman heard this, he cried bitterly: "I was deceived by that bastard!" In desperation, he had no choice but to confess to Li Zhong. When Li Xundao heard it, he was even more furious, and said: "It's unreasonable! How dare you deceive this old man, old man..."
Li Zhongyin pointed to the nose of the master craftsman, and his voice stopped abruptly. The master craftsman was shocked, and hurriedly said: "Master Li, calm down, scold me, hit me, you can do whatever you want, you But don’t be so angry.”
"Ha ha ha ha… "
Li Zhongyin suddenly turned his anger into joy, and laughed loudly, so scared that the master craftsman hurriedly took two steps back, and cautiously raised the chisel in his hand: "Master Discipline, don't be mad with anger, you have something wrong with your mind?"
Li Zhongyin asked happily: "You just said that the person who wrote this word was a young man?"
The master craftsman nodded timidly, and said: "Should...it should be a young man with a very tender face. Even if he is not a young man, he is still a child who has just grown up."
Li Zhongyin looked at the doorpost again, and the more he looked, the happier he was: "The handwriting is good, and the couplet is also magnificent. Talent! If the old man enlists this person under the door, are you afraid that he will not be a scholar? Then the old man Isn’t the enrollment rate guaranteed this year?”
Li Zhongyin asked excitedly, "Where did that person go?"
The master craftsman said: "Walking over there, he brought a little girl with him and a wild animal, very recognizable."
Without further ado, Li Zhongyin chased after him!
If you want to be thirsty for talents, is there anyone who can compare with these hard-working teachings and teachings of Guizhou Dao