"Do you think anyone would bend their waists for money?"
Zhou Xinyi could no longer control her emotions, turned around suddenly, and said angrily.
"Shut up, don't you feel ashamed enough?"
However, at this moment, a flat and dangerous voice sounded not far away: "Sometimes, it's okay to bend your waist for money."
Zhou Xinyi's face turned extremely pale again. He was shocked and couldn't understand, but he almost subconsciously bowed to the source of the sound and said in a trembling voice, "Father."
A middle-aged man with a jade-like complexion, a blue Taoist robe, and a Taoist bun, walked out slowly from the back of a carriage.
The Zhou family was an old clan in the Great Qin Dynasty. Although it began to decline after the business reforms in the past, since Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne, the Zhou family, like almost all the old clans, lost its foundation. However, the rich and powerful in the old days naturally had extraordinary heritage.
Zhou Yunhai, Zhou Xinyi's father who walked out at this time, although he did not serve in the court, he walked slowly, with a kind of grace and grace that the new dignitaries of Changling do not have.
Compared with his demeanor, Xie Changsheng gave the impression of a rustic nouveau riche.
It's just that Xie Changsheng seems to want to maximize the temperament of this nouveau riche.
Hearing this man's voice, Xie Changsheng's eyes lit up suddenly when he saw Zhou Xinyi's awed and ashamed expression. He looked at Zhou Yunhai who was walking over, and asked, "Do you have anything to talk about?"
Zhou Yunhai bowed slightly to Xue Wangxu first, then smiled slightly, and said: "Since the dog has already lost the bet, I don't care if we let outsiders enter the courtyard to study the fragments of freehand brushwork. You young talents can really realize some exquisite sword styles from the fragments of my Zhou family's freehand brushwork, and you can make great achievements in the future, and it can be passed down as a good story."
Zhou Yunhai's manner of speaking at this time was still extremely graceful and elegant, but Xie Changsheng's eyes were even brighter, and he simply said, "How much money do you want?"
Zhou Yunhai also seemed to find Xie Changsheng interesting, so he smiled and said, "One person is ten thousand gold?"
Xie Changsheng said directly, "Deal."
Zhang Yi also came from a poor family, and when he heard that it would cost ten thousand gold to enter the garden to view scriptures, even though Xie Changsheng didn't care, he obviously wanted to help them out, but he still felt a little uneasy and couldn't help but want to say something.
However, at this moment, Xue Wangxu took a look at him.
He immediately came to his senses and remained silent.
Xue Wangxu said indifferently: "Don't count me out, it is said that the scenery of Mo Garden is pretty good, I will take a look at the scenery later."
Zhou Yunhai said respectfully: "Cave Master Xue's generation of grand masters naturally don't need to read my Zhou family's remnants."
Xue Wangxu shook his head, and said: "You don't have to be so self-effacing, even the former Changling geniuses who were much better than me still valued the fragments of freehand brushwork. I don't read them, but I just don't want to see Ling My heart is itching for the sword intent, but I don't have enough time to practice it."
Zhou Yunhai was slightly taken aback, sighed lightly, and said no more.
When Zhang Yi heard this, she immediately felt more urgent, and even more ashamed that she almost missed her mother-in-law just now.
Zhou Xieyi followed Zhou Yunhai into the Zhou family's carriage and led the way.
During this period of time, Zhou Xinyi kept his head down and did not make a sound. When the carriage started to move, he finally raised his head. Know what he's thinking.
"Don't ask me when I came."
Zhou Yunhai looked at him and said quietly: "Whether it is the grand festival of the Lingxu Sword Sect or the sword meeting of the Minshan Sword Sect, it seems that it is a competition for young talents of the Great Qin, but behind the scenes, not all the great families of the Great Qin , The competition of the rich and powerful? How high the family's talents can stand in Changling in the future often means how high the family can stand in Changling in the future. Today's duel between Chen Liufeng and Fan Wuque is equivalent to the Minshan Sword Club How could I not come for the first battle? When you competed with Lu Duofeng and Xin Jianli for the position, I had already arrived, but I didn't expect that Ding Ning would choose you among the three. So you are here today. If I fail, I am naturally responsible.”
There was no reproach in his tone, but Zhou Xieyi was even more ashamed and blamed himself.
He gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect him to be so strong."
"Whether you think he is so strong or not, 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 the shame of defeat into the motivation to practice .Even if you suffer this defeat today, if you defeat him at the Minshan Sword Festival in the future, who will care about today's defeat?"
After a slight pause, Zhou Yunhai looked at Zhou Xinyi and said, "After you go back, you should retreat. You have to think about it, even if it is humiliation, you only have half a year to go to the Minshan Sword Club. Why don't you endure it for half a year? I am I hope you can learn more about the honor and disgrace of the boy from the wine shop."
Zhou Xinyi's mood gradually calmed down. He looked at his father with some gratitude, but he was still a little puzzled, and said, "Father, does the family really care about those money? Why let them enter the garden to watch the sword scriptures for the money?" ?”
Zhou Yunhai said coldly: "Are you still not sober enough? How long did it take for our Zhou family to comprehend the fragments of freehand scrolls for generations? One day... What can these young people see? And others don't know, but you don't know I don’t know how much money the ancestor needs to spend on cultivation?”
Hearing the word "Old Ancestor", Zhou Xieyi's whole body shuddered, and he was completely awakened.
…
Originally, it was Nangong Caishu, Xu Heshan, and Xie Changsheng in the carriage, but now they were going to the old garden of the fallen Zhou family, but Xie Changsheng insisted on riding with Ding Ning and Shen Yi.
"Oops!"
Just when he left the river bank and entered the main road, Xie Changsheng slapped his head and cried out in annoyance.
"What's wrong?" Shen Yi was taken aback.
Xie Changsheng sighed, "I just forgot Yi Xin from Xinjianzong, otherwise I can invite him to go with me."
Ding Ning glanced at him and said, "You really have so much money that you have nowhere to spend it, and are you still upset if you don't spend it?"
"Money is born to be spent." Xie Changsheng took it for granted: "My father said that spending money is like flowing water, it doesn't matter, the most important thing is that as long as new money comes in like flowing water. Flowing water goes out, flowing water comes in, Only in this way can we continuously gain good intentions or friendship. Otherwise, dead things will pile up there, and they will eventually be taken away by others.”
Ding Ning frowned slightly, remained silent for a few breaths, and said, "It really makes sense for the Xie family in Guanzhong to become rich."
Xie Changsheng was a little proud, but he was curious: "You can read the freehand scrolls now that you have fulfilled your wish. I spend more money than you, but I can't read as many books as you. What kind of freehand scrolls are they?"
Looking at Xie Changsheng who spent tens of thousands of gold in one go but didn't even know what the fragments of freehand scrolls were, Ding Ning could only shake his head, and said in his heart that foolish people have foolish blessings.
"It's very simple."
After shaking his head, he said calmly: "The freehand fragments are also similar to the sword walls of the Shadow Mountain Sword Cave. In the ancient prehistoric times, the earliest people began to look for ways to strengthen their bodies in order to fight against natural disasters, beasts, and diseases. , some people stood out and realized the means to make themselves powerful. In the age when there were no written words, those earliest practitioners tried to pass down their own cultivation methods by various means."
Xie Changsheng was a little stunned when he heard it, and couldn't help interrupting: "It's very simple, why is it so complicated?"
Ding Ning ignored him, and continued: "So the records of practice methods are not necessarily words, the simplest ones may just be some knots, some simple symbols, and pictures. After thousands of years, some powers will not be very strong, and practice will not have much meaning. The practice methods of the ancient sects will naturally be eliminated, and some of them are still very powerful in the world of practitioners who have undergone countless generations of evolution, and the practice methods that surpass most of the secret books of sects will naturally survive. It is only the recording method and the current Different, today's cultivators have to comprehend the true meaning inside by themselves."
Xie Changsheng and Shen Yi finally understood, and said in unison: "You mean, the freehand fragments are the same as the sword wall of the Shadow Mountain Sword Cave, which 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 fragments of freehand brushwork look like an ink landscape, and it is a freehand style. It has the charm of the landscape, but it may not have the shape of the landscape. The most important thing is that this ink landscape has already been transformed. Incomplete, so it is even more difficult to understand the true meaning of the generation of masters who left this ink 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 a lot of principles of sword style and practice, just like a grand ceremony of a sect. General outline. The picturesque style used by Zhou Xinyi just now is just the weakest and most obvious sword movement, and it can't even escape the picture."
Xie Changsheng's face became serious in an instant, and he said: "If Zhou Xinyi's sword is sent out calmly and with all his strength, there may not be many people in the talent list who can catch it. Even such a sword is only the most obvious and the weakest. Even if you can't even touch the true meaning of this fragment, even if you just take a look... the tens of thousands of gold are worth it."
Ding Ning said calmly: "Of course there is no injustice. Before Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne, even the powerful people at that time wanted to read the fragmented scroll. Yes, there are only the Holy Majesty and the Empress. As for now, if we pass the Sixth Realm, no matter how much money we spend, the Zhou family will never open the ink garden to let us enter to read this fragment. Zhou Yunhai agreed, It's just because we are sure that we can't see anything in such a short time."