Back Off, Let Me Come

Gu Chi's curiosity was aroused.

He sipped the tea and looked at the rising mist. There seemed to be a little bit of light in his eyes, and he was easy-going and harmless: "...the way of a scholar can make you pray for Yuanliang to say 'be afraid', Chi actually thinks Yes. Presumably its owner is not some unknown person?"

Qishan replied: "Indeed, he is not an unknown person."

"who is it?"

Prayer: "The people who destroy your homeland."

Gu Chi: "..."

After a while, he murmured: "It turns out that he... swept across the northwest countries, and it is true that he has nothing to do with the word 'unknown person'... However, doesn't he have no way of being a scribe?"

The way of literati is not available to every literary scholar.

It is obtained from the level of Wenxin, and the talent of scribes has nothing to do with it. It has no rules and cannot be influenced by humans. Some talented people may never find their way of literati in their lifetime, while some with mediocre qualifications may have the way of literati after waking up with a hangover.

Although some scribes will hide the way of scribes to death, but some will choose to make it public to increase their own bargaining chips.

The person Qishan mentioned had personally admitted that he did not have the way of a scholar, anyway, whether he has it or not does not affect his achievements.

"Shen Xiaolangjun has a good slang saying - the mouth of a scholar is a liar." Qi Shan rolled his eyes inwardly. He did not expect that Gu Chi would believe this rhetoric. A man who could sweep across the northwest countries and compete with the literary and spiritual counselors from all over the world. How could it be possible for a person who survived numerous assassinations in previous fights to have no way of a scholar, "Will you believe me when I say in front of you that I have no way of a scholar?"

The countries in the Northwest are doing everything they can to survive, from front-to-back battles on the bright side, to spy murders in the dark, and they have never stopped. That person was the one receiving the most attention.

The results of it?

No one has ever succeeded.

Gu Chi replied: "Of course I don't believe it."

Qishan: "So, I don't believe it either."

Gu Chi was confused: "How do you know he has it?"

Since he deliberately concealed it, it must be that this scribe's way will cause suspicion or other hidden dangers. He recalled the personal information and was convinced that Qishan and that person had only met each other a few times, and at most they had a nominal relationship of "disciple and master". How did Qishan know such a secret?

Qi Shan's hand holding the tea paused, and said in a nonchalant voice, "Accident."

"Then what is his way of being a scribe?" Worried that Qishan would have some scruples and refused to say anything, Gu Chi added, "Looking at his age, he should be retiring and will not be able to serve as an official again. I heard that he died a few years ago. If Yin resigns, there will be no whereabouts, and it should be okay if you reveal one or two things."

Qi Shan: "There's nothing I can't say. I don't know the specific effects, but one thing is certain - if he uses the Way of the Scribes, no matter how far away from him, no matter how close he is, friend or foe, he will be able to sense it. The Way of the Scribes seems to be still there. Able to distinguish friend from foe..."

Gu Chi's mouth twitched sharply.

No wonder the northwest countries at that time were unable to defeat them, and watched helplessly as the Xin Kingdom grew stronger - even with their own subordinates, the situation on the battlefield was several steps behind others, and they lost one step before the battle even started - to be honest, if you want to It's not that the old man is too old, and Xin Guozhu's teammates are holding him back. Give him another ten years to change Xin Guo to a reliable leader, and it is not a dream to rule the Northwest.

This scribe's way is not scary even if it is said to be terrifying, but it will indeed cause headaches for the enemy if it is placed on the battlefield.

Gu Chi raised his neck and took a sip of tea.

He said: "It's a pity."

It's a pity, but more of an envy.

Look at other people's ways of literati, and then look at your own, it is indeed incomparable. The way of the scribes of that man, the enemy fears more than his own people, and his way of the scribes is more feared by his own people. If sent to negotiate, it might have miraculous results.

But in troubled times, nothing is as good as chicken ribs.

This is also the reason for fearlessness in praying for kindness.

mind reading?

Hum╭(╯^╰)╮

As long as you don't treat Gu Chi as your own, you really don't have to be afraid.

With this kind of thinking, Qi Shan looked at Gu Chi much more pleasingly.

He also generously cared about Gu Chi's health.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this guy was in poor health, and he looked like he was suffering from tuberculosis that would lead to premature death and a short life. Qi Shan guessed that it was probably related to his useless and feared scribe's way.

Gu Chi responded indifferently: "I can hold on for now."

Since the emergence of the scribe's way to the present, he has been living in a noisy environment every day, surrounded by malicious intentions, and he can't even sleep at night, because all kinds of weird dreams will come to his ears without stopping for a moment. If it wasn't for his amazing perseverance, he would have gone crazy.

The price paid is far greater than the gain.

Qi Shan: "I do have an idea."

Gu Chi's eyelids were slightly raised, and his eyes asked what he could do.

"Destroy the Dan Mansion."

The operation of the scribe's way also depends on the literary mind.

The literary spirit is gone, and the way of being a scribe is naturally gone.

If it can’t be turned off, force shutdown!

Gu Chi: "..."

If his upbringing hadn't stopped him, he would have thrown the unfinished tea on this guy's face. What kind of bad idea was he coming up with?

The tea in Gu Chi's hand was not spilled, but there was noise and high-pitched screams coming from downstairs.

Praying for kindness, my heart skipped a beat.

He didn't care about teasing, so he stood up, pushed open the long window, and saw everything happening on the long street downstairs. Gu Chi moved slower than him: "Why are you in such a hurry? It may not be Mr. Shen of your family... Well, he is really causing trouble..."

Qishan: "..."

If Shen Tang could hear this, he would definitely cry out that he was wronged.

What do you mean she is making trouble?

It was obvious that the troublemaker took the initiative to find her.

It sounds like she is unlucky.

"Brother Shen, bring two jars of wine."

A familiar young man's voice came from above his head.

Shen Tang raised the brim of his hat with his fingers, took a clear look at the customers in front of the stall, and sighed: "How come I can run into you wherever I set up a stall?"

Didn't Zhai Le have a locator installed on his nose?

"This shows that we are destined." Zhai Le gave him a small piece of silver, unceremoniously opened the red cloth wine cork, sat on the side of the bench, raised his neck and poured it into his mouth. He drank half of the jar and drank a glass of wine. After a while, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, "It's so fun to drink!"

Shen Tang rolled his eyes directly.

"How will you be here?"

Zhai Le pointed in the direction of the county government: "Brother sent a greeting card to the county government, but I didn't want to see them fighting back and forth, so I planned to stay outside and wait for brother to finish his work. I didn't expect to see you here. Selling wine at a stall shows that the bond between us is very deep."

Shen Tang: "..."

She felt like bad luck.

Zhai Le smiled and said, "Let's go hunting out of the city when we have time."

"What's the situation outside Xiao City? I think the people have eaten all the mud, and they are still hunting. What can they hunt?"

Upon hearing this, Zhai Le felt that the drink had lost its taste.

"Hey, what Brother Shen said makes sense."

While he was feeling sentimental, suddenly a group of ferocious-looking adult men came running over menacingly, aiming in the direction of Shen Tang and the others. In no time, the small wine stall was fully packed. Shen Tang was still confused, but Zhai Le looked like he had expected it.

Shen Tang stood up and clasped his fists: "Who are you, who are you?"

The strong man pointed at Zhai Le and asked, "Do you know him?"

Shen Tang said: "We know him."

The strong man at the head turned pale.

He waved his hand and shouted: "Okay, smash this stall!"

Shen Tang: "???"

After taking the medicine for two days, it was still effective. I woke up with a sore throat in the morning and a slight fever in the afternoon. It improved a lot in the evening. I think it will be better tomorrow. Being sick really affects my state, and I don’t want to type while looking at the computer.