Chapter 229 Jize
Not far from the Tianhu Gang's station, a thousand-legged centipede the size of a finger broke through the soil and emerged from a gap in the street corner.
"Squeak..."
The centipede's thousand legs trembled and made a harsh insect chirp.
At the same time, the jagged mouth kept opening and closing, and in the blink of an eye, a piece of silk cloth full of ghostly symbols was spit out bit by bit.
"Whoosh!"
When the silk cloth fell to the ground, a kingfisher flew out from nowhere, drew an arc with its body, grabbed the silk cloth with its claws and flew up.
"唳......"
The cry was not loud, but it was full of excitement, which attracted other birds to echo.
soon.
A kingfisher landed on a windowsill.
The room was exquisitely furnished and filled with fragrance. A woman in front of the dressing table was looking in the mirror and tracing her eyebrows. At this moment, she stopped what she was doing and came to the window.
After reaching out and touching the kingfisher feathers, the woman took off the silk cloth and placed it on the table. Then she copied several copies and ordered her servants to send them out one by one.
She didn't seem to know what was painted on the silk. She looked worried but meticulous.
An hour later.
Not long ago, the matter discussed by everyone in the Tianhu Gang reached the hands of certain people, including a fierce quarrel among Elder Zheng and others in the palace.
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Restaurant.
Downstairs, there was a bustle of merchants, traders and footmen, making the place noisy and lively.
People were coming and going in the private room upstairs, and from time to time drunken people would run out of it and be helped and shouted away.
A cubicle somewhere.
Several people sat around the Eight Immortals table.
They were both men and women, some were dressed with bare elbows, like cart drivers and strong soldiers; some were dressed in fancy clothes, as if they were born in a dusty place; some were holding dry pipes in their hands, taking a few puffs from time to time, with wrinkles on their faces. Like an old farmer digging in the water and fields.
"Tianhu is in a hurry."
A man dressed as a merchant put down the message in his hand and sneered:
"The outside is no better than Shicheng, with six rivers, three mountains and one farm, but there are not so many good roads. Our Tianshui Village is not a vegetarian. The waterway we have been operating for many years can actually be broken so easily?"
"The water ghosts and secret guards will still go according to the original plan. If they don't let us live, we will make it impossible for the Tianhu Gang's goods to be transported out."
"Destroy a few of its cargo ships first and let them remember it for a long time!"
"Yes." A man dressed as a fisherman smiled:
"Actually, if we have enough firearms in our hands, we can burn them all, not to mention a few cargo ships, but even the warehouses of the Tianhu Gang outside the city."
"Don't be careless." Someone shook his head:
"The Tianhu Gang is not that easy to mess with. There are more than ten Black Iron masters alone. Once they are caught by the tail, they will suffer."
"Understood." One person snorted:
"We are not without brains."
"This is not a competition. It depends on who has the strength and the number of people. How to deploy them is the top priority. Moreover, the Tianhu Gang has a great cause and cannot keep consuming us."
Everyone in the field nodded.
Although they have been hiding everywhere these days, thanks to their well-informed information, every attack is a victory, and they no longer fear the Tianhu Gang.
If it weren't for the lack of experts, I'm afraid everyone would be able to make a comeback.
"What did the Su family say?" The only big man in the field who looked like a master said in a muffled voice:
"After all, the Tianhu Gang has a deep foundation. It will not be good for us if we continue to use it up. These days, the brothers are not having a hard time."
"They asked us to wait for a moment." The Fengchen woman waved her sleeves, the gauze on her body undulated, and her exquisite body was looming underneath:
"A bunch of things that don't see rabbits and don't let go of hawks."
"After all, there is something to ask for from others." The man sitting in the middle shook his head gently and said:
"The Su family relies on the military. If it weren't for the rule that the military cannot interfere in local affairs, Xiaolang Island and the City Lord's Mansion have been working together to suppress it."
"They have become the overlords of Stone City a long time ago. Now they intend to expand their power. It is best for us to obey."
"Hmph!"
An angry groan came from someone's mouth, and other people also had different expressions.
"Tianshui Village can't be built." The merchant sighed:
"It's okay to join the Su family, but they can't let us do our best without benefiting from it. The Tianhu Gang is aggressive, so we should help, right?"
"The spies within the Tianhu Gang are the arms of the Su family, and they are also secretly assisted by black iron masters. Don't open your eyes and talk nonsense." Someone said.
"Old ghost, you won't be bribed by the Su family, right?"
"Peng!"
A man got up in fear of the crime, with an angry look on his face:
"Who are you talking about?"
"That's what I'm talking about. The Su family wants us to watch from the front while we reap the benefits from behind. Can't we just say no?"
"Yin and yang are weird, beg to be beaten!"
"I'm afraid you won't succeed!"
"Enough!"
The man sitting in the middle looked down and spoke in a muffled voice:
"Look at how well you look!"
There was silence.
"That's all."
Shaking his head, the man in the center waved helplessly:
"That's it for today. I'll report the matter back to Senior Mu. Next, I'll rely on the Tianhu Gang for the next step. As for the Su family..."
"There will be news."
"Yes."
Everyone had different expressions, some were expressionless, and some had angry eyes, but none of them said anything more and left one by one.
One of the old farmers took a child and strolled down the street.
After blending into the crowd, the relaxed expression on the old farmer's face disappeared in an instant, his body tensed, and he pulled his child into a queue to welcome the bride.
"Old man."
The child was young, but extremely smart. When he saw this, he whispered:
"What's wrong?"
"Something's wrong!"
The old farmer rolled his eyes and glanced around secretly:
"There is something very wrong with this meeting. Ever since I sat down there, I have felt like I was being watched, and my scalp has been numb."
"It's like being stared at by something terrifying."
From beginning to end, the discussion seemed to be conducted under the watchful eye of a certain being, and everyone's every move was monitored.
The invisible terrifying pressure almost suffocated him.
Even though he had seen many powerful black iron men, he had never imagined that he would be like this today, which made him feel endless fear deep in his blood.
"No wonder!"
The child's eyes widened:
"I asked you why you were so honest this time and didn't say a word."
"That's not the point!" The old farmer knocked on the child's head with a gloomy expression:
"My bloodline is different from ordinary people, and I can detect certain existences. This time we are afraid that we will be targeted by someone, and it is most likely the Tianhu Gang."
"They will never let us go!"
"What should we do?" The child then realized the seriousness of the problem, his body tensed and his face turned pale:
"Old man, let's escape!"
"Escape?" The old farmer looked bitter:
"Where to escape?"
"Although after leaving the restaurant, it stands to reason that no one should continue to follow us, but I feel that we are still in the sight of others."
"Fortunately, we should take the long term and lose the big fish. Small people like us are not taken seriously, so we have been holding back and not taking action."
"Old man." The child's body tensed:
"Don't scare me."
"Don't worry." The old farmer took a deep breath and his face tightened:
"Let's go find Hua Quanji. Elder Hua is a master of black iron and can definitely protect us."
The child nodded repeatedly.
But the old farmer didn't say anything. Even if he found Hua Quanji, the terror of the person he was following might not be able to solve the problem.
I'm afraid that the meat bun will beat the dog and never come back.
But the disaster was diverted to the east, and there were people blocking it, so they had a chance to escape.
Even what he said at this time was intentional, just to let the people behind the scenes hear it and know that there was a big fish behind it, so they would not take action in advance.
"Let's go!"
Seeing that there was no movement around him, the old man made up his mind and moved forward.
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Ji Ze raised his pen with a solemn expression. Then he rolled up his sleeves with his left hand and started writing with his right hand. Four big characters appeared on the expensive water-grained paper.
Prosperous martial arts!
"Okay!"
Next to him, a beautiful woman wearing a long purple dress and a three-foot sword hanging from her waist tapped her hands and said with a smile:
"I haven't seen you for a while, but my calligraphy has improved again."
"The ancient ink is full of fragrance, the inkstone shines with light, and the pen moves like a dragon or a snake, either vigorous or graceful. These four words are like warriors on the battlefield, and they make me feel the coldness of the north wind entering the pass."< br>
"Martial arts prosper!"
The woman’s name was Rong Yue, and she sighed:
"Well said, better written."
"Majestic and fascinating. The reason why the Dalin Dynasty has stood firm for hundreds of years, and the military has conquered all directions and fought hundreds of battles, is not because of these four words."
"Haha..." Ji Ze laughed:
"It's still Rongyue, you understand me."
"Mr. Xu."
He turned his head and looked at the wrinkled old man next to him:
"What do you think?"
"Back to the young master, I don't know calligraphy." Mr. Xu raised his eyebrows slightly, a bright light flashed, and the powerful aura seemed to rush out of the weak body.
Late stage of black iron!
He seemed to have a different practice. His physical body was not strong, but his internal power was astonishingly terrifying, even surpassing Su Gongquan, the head of the Su family.
The power of the Ji family was indeed great, but it was not to the point where a late-stage Black Iron master would be willing to be a domestic slave.
But Mr. Xu is different.
His life belongs to the Ji family, and his current cultivation and strength are all due to the help of the Ji family, and he even has descendants to take care of.
So I am willing to be a slave.
This time, he and Rong Yue came together to ensure that Jize was okay.
Shaking his head, Jize looked at someone in the field, smiled, and spoke slowly:
"Mr. Wang, please comment."
"Young master, you're welcome." Mr. Wang is a famous calligrapher in the city. If it weren't for the lack of literary talent nowadays, he might have been called Kyoto.
He was already old, and he leaned forward tremblingly, looked at the four big characters in front of him, nodded and said:
"Not bad."
Ji Ze raised his eyebrows and smiled with satisfaction.
However, the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.
"The master's writing is flowing like clouds and water, and his writing is like clouds and smoke. He has mastered all the subtleties of writing, which is very rare among martial arts practitioners."
Mr. Wang didn't know Jize's identity, but he knew that the other party must have an extraordinary background. He praised him a few words, but his words changed slightly:
"However, there is a little bit of craftsmanship, but considering the young master's age, he is already extremely impressive."
He said it politely, thinking that it was to the point and saved the other person's face, but he didn't notice the coldness flashing in Ji Ze's eyes.
"Mr. Wang deserves the award."
Jize took a deep breath and said:
"Juniors know that they still have shortcomings. I invite you here today just to ask for advice."
"I wonder if the seniors can leave a piece of calligraphy so that the juniors can learn a thing or two and know where they are falling short? Where are their shortcomings?"
Rong Yue on the side was smiling, but disdain flashed in her eyes.
Rely on the old and sell the old!
court death!
"This..."
Mr. Wang is getting older and can tremble when holding chopsticks. He stopped writing a few years ago and has never heard anything wrong.
He then pondered for a moment and waved back:
"Sun Tu, come and write a few words."
"Yes!"
A young man in the field looked excited, stepped forward, cupped his fists and raised his hands towards Jize:
"Master, please give me your advice."
"I dare not take it." Jize stood with his hands behind his hands and nodded calmly:
"Your Excellency is Mr. Wang's disciple, so he must have his true inheritance. I also want to see and experience the calligraphy of the younger generation in Shicheng."
"Yes." Sun Tu responded and stepped forward to study the ink.
"I'll do it." Rongyue smiled softly:
"Master Sun, just put pen to paper."
Sun Tu had never seen such a beautiful woman before. Her glance and smile made his heart beat wildly. He hurriedly lowered his head and nodded repeatedly:
"Yes."
"Hehe..."
Rongyue pursed her lips and smiled softly, as if she was interested in the young man's shyness, and seemed not to notice the displeasure in her young master's eyes.
Sun Tu calmed down and held an ink pen in his hand.
Holding the penholder in his hand, his expression suddenly condensed, he was calm and calm, all distracting thoughts in his eyes disappeared, only the white paper and pen and ink were still in front of him.
It actually looks like Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.
Rong Yue raised her eyebrows and saw that Sun Tu wrote the same four big characters as if he were inspired.
Tireless in literature!
"Okay!"
The sound of admiration sounded and then stopped abruptly.
Rongyue smiled and took a step back without commenting.
In fact, there is no need to comment. Everyone present, except Mr. Xu who is not good at calligraphy, can tell the quality of the two paintings at a glance.
Just as Mr. Wang said, Jize's calligraphy has more craftsmanship.
Sun Tu's calligraphy is full of dragons and phoenixes, strong and soft, and reveals a sincerity that will never regret it. It can be regarded as a masterpiece.
Just looking at Jize's calligraphy, it's pretty good, and when framed, it can also be deceiving.
But I'm afraid of comparison.
It’s time to compare and throw away!
In front of Sun Tu's words, Jize's four words instantly dimmed and lost all their charm, and every stroke was filled with discord.
"Huh..."
Ji Ze chuckled and nodded repeatedly:
"Good words!"
"As expected of Mr. Wang's disciple, Brother Sun's calligraphy is so good and wonderful. I'm afraid he is already better than his master, right?"
"I dare not." Sun Tu shook his head repeatedly:
"Master Wang's skills are as vast as the sky. The younger generation is far inferior. I am afraid that even if I practice hard in this life, I will not be one ten thousandth of the master."
Ji Ze's expression froze.
In this way, wouldn't it be worse if I wrote it myself?
"Brother Sun is too modest." He said with a forced smile:
"What you wrote is already good."
"Far from enough." Sun Tu didn't notice anything was wrong and shook his head:
“Still need to work hard.”
"Why are you working so hard?" Ji Ze's face turned gloomy and his voice became much more indifferent:
"Enough."
"After all, it's just something for the house to eat." Sun Tu said with a smile:
"The villain earns money by writing for others and supports his family. Naturally, he wants to write better, so that he can live up to the cultivation of Master Wang and the trust of his master."
"What a pity!"
He sighed softly:
"I care too much about money, and my ink is so ingenious that it is hard to be detached."
"Well..."
Jize looked thoughtful, nodded and said:
"That's right."
He stretched out his hand, put Sun Tu's hands in his palms and looked at them carefully, and sighed:
"The writing hand is really working hard."
Sun Tu was flattered and hurriedly shook his head and said: "It's not hard, I should..."
"Ah!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly screamed. Huge pain came from his hands, making him sweat on his forehead and stagger to his knees.
Ji Ze's face turned cold, and he exerted force on his hands, crushing Sun Tu's hands to pieces.
The crackling sound made everyone in the venue look pale.
Wait until you let go.
I saw that the hands that originally held the pen were completely twisted and deformed, looking like flesh stuck together, weird and terrifying.
"Why bother working so hard."
Jize breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile:
"Rong Yue, just give him some Origin Stones and live a good life. I feel sad when I see you working so hard to write for someone to support your family."
"Yes."
Rong Yue smiled and nodded, as if she was used to it, and threw out a few Origin Stones with a wave of her hand:
"Pull out!"
"Yes!"
The guard who had been guarding outside responded in a deep voice, separated everyone, stuffed the Origin Stone into the arms of Sun Tu, who was screaming and wailing, and pulled him out of the door.
They obeyed the instructions and pulled him out as soon as he was told. There was no need to lift him.
The screams became farther and farther away, and everyone in the room turned pale.
Mr. Wang's body was trembling and he did not dare to say a word.
"Continue."
Jize smiled:
"In addition to having some talent in martial arts, Ji was also interested in calligraphy. Today is..."
"Boom!"
Suddenly, there was a roaring sound from the street outside, like rolling thunder, which was heard continuously and interrupted his voice and movements. (End of chapter)