When everyone suddenly heard such explosive news, they quickly gathered around and asked in disbelief.
"Really?"
"Of course it's true, otherwise why would Mr. Zhu target scholars everywhere?" Xiaoliu replied quickly.
Then he recounted what Mr. Zhu had told him before about his interactions with Magistrate Lu.
Xiaoliu has the ability to remember things with a photograph, and with his emotional retelling, everyone also understood the past events of more than forty years ago.
Of course, Xiaoliu didn't say a word about some things that shouldn't be said.
After listening to Xiao Liu's story, everyone felt sad. They didn't expect that Mr. Zhu and the scholar's grandfather actually had such a past.
The scholar was even more excited and shed tears. It was also the first time that he heard about his grandfather's deeds when he was young. Xiaoliu's emotional narration made him recall the kind words that had gradually become blurred in his memory. figure.
The anger in the scholar's heart was completely extinguished at this time, and he asked a little aggrievedly:
"Then, if that's the case, then why does he still humiliate me like this?"
The shopkeeper looked at the scholar's aggrieved look, with a gentle smile on her face. She patted the scholar on the shoulder and comforted him:
"Silly scholar, Mr. Zhu is not humiliating you. He is motivating you. He wants you to work hard and not to disgrace the reputation of your ancestors."
It’s not that the scholar doesn’t know this truth, it’s just that the authorities are obsessed with it and needs someone to remind him.
After hearing the shopkeeper's words of enlightenment, the scholar looked up at the crowd and asked weakly.
"C-can I?"
Everyone looked at the scholar with hopeful eyes and nodded quickly. Although they had been mocking the scholar on weekdays, saying that he would never be able to pass the exam, but they knew that this was the time to give the scholar confidence.
Unlike others who only looked confident on the surface, Xiao Liu believed very firmly:
"Of course! Brother Xiucai, I made a bet with Mr. Zhu that you will definitely bring glory to our ancestors."
Hearing Xiao Liu's confident tone, everyone looked at Xiao Liu in confusion. In fact, they were just comforting the scholar.
The scholar also looked at Xiao Liu with confusion and asked:
"Really, really? Why are you so confident in me?"
To be honest, the scholar's self-confidence has been severely damaged by repeated failures every year.
Especially after he failed in the exam two years ago when he was almost desperate, he was even more disheartened.
In order to pay off the debt, he even sold his ancestral inn. Now he only has this last piece of land left. He really can't afford to lose.
He has been hesitating whether to take the provincial examination next year. He is worried that if he fails again, he will really have nothing.
Hearing the scholar's question, Xiao Liu smiled and said:
"Brother Xiucai, don't ask why. If you don't believe in yourself, then you will never succeed. Do you remember what I asked you about Han Xin and Jiang Taigong?"
"Remember, remember!" Xiucai nodded doubtfully. He still didn't understand what Xiaoliu wanted to express.
Xiaoliu continued to laugh:
"Before the two of them achieved great things, no one believed that they would succeed. Even their wives and relatives did not believe in them. However, they themselves never doubted themselves. In the end, both of them made great achievements. .So if this is going to be a big deal, you must first have confidence in yourself.”
"Secondly, Brother Xiucai, you have learned both Chinese and Western knowledge. Today's world is by no means as simple as Kyushu. This is a brand new era. This is an era of hundreds of rivalries! With your knowledge, Brother Xiucai, it is exactly what is needed in today's era. Those who are lacking. Believe me, as long as you continue to enrich your knowledge, you will fly to the sky one day in the future. The dragon lying in the wild is only temporary, and the flying dragon in the genius is your future. "
Xiaoliu's words were filled with passion, and the scholar's blood boiled when he heard it.
At this moment, even he believed that one day he would have a flying dragon in the sky. He wiped the tears on his face, grabbed Xiaoliu's hand excitedly and said:
"Well, you are right. I, Marquis Lu Qing, am a talented person who can become a prince and become a prime minister. I will never and will never admit defeat."
Then he looked at everyone again.
"Thank you everyone, I will cheer up! I will definitely not disappoint everyone's expectations!"
Seeing the scholar regaining his confidence, everyone smiled happily.
Outside the inn, an old man also left with a chuckle.
"Lu Xiuru, Lu Xiuru, although your grandson doesn't live up to expectations, he has made a group of good friends!"
"Mr. Zhu?" Everyone in the inn was shocked when they heard this. However, when they chased him out, Mr. Zhu had already disappeared.
"Xiucai, it seems that Mr. Zhu still cares about you." Seeing this scene, the most comforting shopkeeper smiled and comforted the scholar.
The scholar also felt a touch of warmth at this moment. It turned out that he was not alone. Not only did everyone in the inn care about him, but there were also elders like Mr. Zhu who were watching him secretly.
"Brother Xiucai, do you want to come with me to visit Mr. Zhu tomorrow?" Xiaoliu also suggested at the right time.
However, Xiucai shook his head slightly and said confidently:
"No, it doesn't make any sense for me to see Mr. Zhu now. I plan to wait until I pass the provincial examination and high school next year before visiting Mr. Zhu. Then I can prove to him that I have not embarrassed my ancestors."
At this moment, the scholar is full of confidence, high-spirited, and indeed somewhat handsome and charming.
But it's a pity that the sexual orientation of the men present is normal, and the other two women also have feelings for each other at the moment, so he is completely posing for the blind.
But seeing that the scholar had finally regained his confidence and no one was provoking him, Xiaoliu suddenly asked curiously:
"By the way, Brother Xiucai, you just said writing, what did you write? Have you decided what to write?"
When everyone heard this, they all looked at the scholar curiously. The scholar had said he would write it a month ago, but there has been no movement until today.
The scholar looked at everyone's eyes and smiled:
"I hadn't thought about it originally, but just now it suddenly occurred to me."
"What?" Everyone asked curiously.
"Martial arts!" The scholar said with some pride.
Martial arts was already a thing of the past in Xiaoliu's era, but in this era, no one has ever written about it.
First, there are real masters of martial arts here. Instead of writing and writing, they might as well practice their martial arts more, lest they fail to beat the thieves when they go out to do heroic things later, which would be a real joke.
Secondly, this is a world where blood is drawn from the edge of a sword. Generally, when writing books, one often draws on some real people or sects to create characters. However, if the writing is not done well and causes these characters or sects to hold grudges, then the author will But out of luck.
Therefore, in this era, no one has really written about martial arts, and Xiucai can be regarded as the originator.
Hearing that the scholar planned to write about martial arts, everyone couldn't help but question: "Do you know martial arts? Do you know what Jianghu is?"
No one could help but doubt that the scholar, who was usually a scholar, suddenly said that he wanted to write about martial arts.
This is simply Confucius suddenly showing off his sword, and the sense of surprise is self-evident.
However, the scholar said very seriously:
"Aren't you all from Jianghu? Can't I just ask you?"
Everyone agreed when they heard it, and it would be a good thing if they could be included.
Lao Bai couldn't help but asked curiously: "Is there a question?"
The scholar shook his head, seeming to be still deep in thought.
Lao Bai was about to speak but Xiao Liu interrupted him first.
"Brother Xiucai, how about I give you a question?"
When everyone heard this, they all looked at Xiao Liu.
Xiao Liu looked at everyone's eyes and smiled and stepped forward. As he walked, he analyzed everyone:
"Since you are writing about martial arts, we might as well name it after martial arts, which will make it more grand. And in order to avoid martial arts people coming to trouble you in the future and causing unnecessary disputes, we can explain in advance that what we are writing is just, Rather than official history. And since it is not official history, it is a side story. So the name of this book might as well be called..."
Listening to Xiaoliu's analysis, everyone felt it made sense and nodded repeatedly.
And under Xiaoliu's step-by-step guidance, everyone finally said in unison:
""Wulin Gaiden"!"
