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. He looked easy-going and harmless: "...the way of a scholar can make you pray for Yuanliang to say 'be afraid', Chi I'd like to think so. Presumably its owner isn't 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?"
Not every literary scholar can have the way of being a scribe.
It has nothing to do with whether it is a literary heart level or a scribe's talent. It has no rules and cannot be influenced by human beings. Some talented people may not be able to find their way as scribes in their lifetime, while some people with mediocre qualifications may find their way as scribes when they wake up from a hangover.
Although some scribes will keep their ways of being scribes secret, some will choose to make it public to increase their own leverage.
The man Qi Shan mentioned had personally admitted that he had no way of being a scribe, and whether or not he had it would 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 a person who had fought in the past and survived countless assassinations not have the skills of a scribe? "If I tell you in front of you that I don't have the skills of a scribe, would you believe me?"
The northwest countries are doing everything they can to survive, from confrontations in front of the battlefield to murders by spies secretly. 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 there is a intention to conceal it, this scribe's way must have aroused 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?
Qishan's hand holding the tea paused, and he said indifferently: "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, "Counting on his age, that man should be retiring to his old age and will no longer be an official. I heard that he died a few years ago. If you resign, your whereabouts will be lost, so it should be okay if you reveal a few things."
Qishan: "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 scribe, no matter how close he is to his friend or foe, he will be able to sense it. The way of the scribe 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 couldn't defeat them. They watched the Xin Kingdom grow stronger - and their own subordinates were seen through. The situation on the battlefield was several steps behind others, and they lost one step before the war started - to be honest, if you want to It's not that the old man is too old, and other people in Xin State are holding him back. If he is given another ten years to replace Xin State with a reliable leader, it will not be a dream to unify the northwest.
This scribe's way is not terrifying even if it is said to be terrifying.
But putting it in a place like the battlefield is really a headache.
Gu Chi raised his neck and took a sip of tea.
He said: "It's a pity."
It seems a pity, but more of an envy.
Look at other people's ways of being scribes, and then look at your own. It's really incomparable. That person's way of being a scribe is more feared by his enemies than his own people, and his way of being a scribe is also 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 one of your own, there's really no need to be afraid.
Thinking of this, Qishan's expression softened slightly, and he even showed generous concern for Gu Chi's body. Because anyone with a discerning eye can see that this guy is in poor health, and he looks like he will die early and have a short life due to tuberculosis. Mostly it has something to do with his tasteless and feared way of being a scribe.
Gu Chi said indifferently: "I can hold on for now."
Since the emergence of the scribe's way, he has never stopped for a moment. He lives in a noisy environment every day, surrounded by malicious intentions, and can't even sleep at night, because all kinds of strange dreams will reach his ears. If it wasn't for his amazing perseverance, he would have gone crazy.
The price paid is far greater than the gain.
Qishan said: "I have an idea."
Gu Chi's eyelids were slightly raised, and his eyes asked what he could do.
Qishan: "Abolish 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.
Qishan's heart skipped a beat, and he stood up, pushed open the long window, and took in everything that was happening on the long street downstairs. Gu Chi moved slowly, stood up and said with a smile: "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 me 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 wine cork, sat down on the side of the bench, raised his neck and poured half of the wine into his mouth. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said with a smile, "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 coming and going, 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."
Zhai Le smiled and said, "Let's go hunting out of the city when we have time."
Shen Tang: "As for 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 strong-looking adult men came running over in a menacing manner, targeting Shen Tang and the two of them, and soon they completely occupied Shen Tang's small wine stall. Shen Tang looked 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 hands and shouted: "Smash this stall!"
Shen Tang: "???"
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