Chapter 4

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"Does he know martial arts?" Tang Chun was taken aback and asked.

"Yeah, look, he has the aura of a master. He might even be stronger than me because I can feel his overwhelming aura. Of course, he's probably just angry." Zhao Qian said with admiration.

"Pity, but we still can't provoke Zhuo Yijian." Tang Chun shook his head, then suddenly had an idea. He stood up and recited toward Room No. 1, "I have searched for her a thousand times among the crowd, and suddenly I turn my head, and there she stands, in the dim light of the lanterns." Tang Chun, the scoundrel, brought Xin Qiji's work here, becoming a literary plagiarist in reality.

"Good poem!" The man who had spoken earlier slapped the table and shouted loudly.

"Brilliant!"

"What a perfect match!"

As the applause and cheers echoed throughout the building, even Li Bei was drawn to Tang Chun.

"Brother, what is your honorable surname? Your literary talent is impressive. Li Bei greets you." Li Bei, surprisingly polite, greeted Tang Chun.

"Tang Chun, just a bored commoner." Tang Chun smiled modestly and shrugged, displaying the gentlemanly demeanor of medieval Europe in the ancient Da Yu Dynasty.

"Do you call yourself Tang Chun?" A voice came, as clear as a bird singing in the forest.

"Ah, Miss Zhuo has come out." Someone shouted, and the scene immediately erupted, like a pot of boiling water. Everyone stretched their necks, as if they had been suddenly lifted by the neck. The shorter ones were so angry that they stood on the stools.

Tang Chun looked up and saw a girl in a green robe, with delicate eyebrows, a delicate nose, and cherry lips, her skin as white as snow, looking at him calmly.

"It's me." Tang Chun, upon seeing her, immediately straightened his chest, determined not to lose his composure.

"Please come upstairs, Mr. Tang. Zhuo Yi greets you." Zhuo Yi bowed slightly and extended an invitation. Immediately, Tang Chun felt a wave of jealousy spreading through the hall, forming a powerful wave of醋意 (jealousy) that attacked him.

"Great! Miss Zhuo is a pure beauty, truly embodying the charm of 'a single glance and a smile, a hundred graces are born, and the six palaces' beauties pale in comparison'!" Tang Chun wanted to show off, and he racked his brains to come up with Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow." He smiled confidently. In his previous life, these words were a surefire way to win over girls.

"Good poem, good poem!" The scene erupted again.

"An absolute masterpiece!"

"Mr. Tang, please leave your calligraphy!" A flirtatious woman with a large, pot-shaped buttocks called out, swaying her hips seductively. The hall was filled with the scent of perfume and the movement of hips and thighs.

Tang Chun glanced around and then calmly walked to the screen where Li Bei had written his poem, ready to write. But he suddenly stopped, remembering that his handwriting was really not good, even worse than a third-grader's. Tang Chun inwardly cursed the computer for ruining his handwriting. If his writing were to be placed next to Li Bei's poem, he would lose face.

"Write, write!"

"Hurry up, don't dawdle. We want to admire Mr. Tang's masterpiece." The flirtatious women all called out in a coquettish voice, swaying their hips to attract attention. The hall was filled with the scent of perfume and the movement of hips and thighs.

Tang Chun immediately made a decision and, with a bold and confident stroke, began to write. However, when he finished, everyone in the hall was shocked, their mouths agape, unable to speak.

Because the writing was hard to recognize. If it weren't for hearing Tang Chun recite it earlier, no one would have recognized it as the four lines of the poem.

"Hehe, everyone, is it hard to recognize what I wrote?" Tang Chun casually threw the brush and asked with a gentlemanly demeanor.

"That's right, it's really hard to recognize. The writing is ethereal and transcendent, but hard to read." A man spoke up.

"Right, right, can't recognize it." Everyone shook their heads.

"Hehe, in our Da Yu Dynasty, we have Ma style, Lin style, and Liu style. This writing is my own creation, the 'Imaginative Style.'"

"Mr. Tang, what is 'Imaginative Style'?" Zhuo Yi, leaning on the railing upstairs, couldn't help but ask.

"It means it's very abstract. You can only understand it intuitively, not describe it. But, does everyone understand what I wrote?" Tang Chun looked like a great master who had founded a new school of calligraphy.

"Yes, we can understand it. Amazing, this writing is truly divine, a masterpiece of intuitive expression." The man with a thin face stroked his chin and praised, "I am a newly appointed 'Official Scholar' in the Da Yu Dynasty, and Mr. Tang's 'Imaginative Style' is truly unparalleled."

"Right, it would be a masterpiece even in the academy." Someone flattered.

Nonsense, I almost couldn't recognize it myself. Tang Chun inwardly sweat-dropped.

"Please come upstairs, Mr. Tang. Zhuo Yi is willing to play a few tunes for you." Zhuo Yi's face was slightly red, and she bowed deeply, almost touching the railing, showing great respect for Tang Chun.

Tang Chun glanced at Zhao Qian.

"Go ahead, being invited by Miss Zhuo is an honor for you." Zhao Qian was generous this time. Tang Chun, like a general receiving an order, straightened his chest and walked toward Zhuo Yi. However, when he passed Li Bei, who looked disappointed, Tang Chun smiled and said, "Brother Li, would you like to join me to listen to the music and admire Miss Zhuo's beauty?"

"Thank you, but I don't know if Miss Zhuo..." Li Bei looked at Zhuo Yi hopefully.

"You can come too." Zhuo Yi nodded.

Li Bei was overjoyed and followed Tang Chun into Room No. 1 like a servant.

Tang Chun found that Room No. 1 was very large, and it seemed to be an ancient suite. There was a small round table outside, with exquisite blue-and-white porcelain tea sets. Through an arched door, one could enter the inner room, which had a bed, a dressing table, and other furnishings.

Zhuo Yi's music was like ethereal celestial sounds, making Tang Chun drunk and enchanted. Her musical skills were far superior to those of modern first-class musicians.

Moreover, Tang Chun was surprised to find that he involuntarily began to practice the 'Nine Heavens Vast World Technique' while listening to the music.

As the music flowed, the previously blocked meridians suddenly opened. It seemed that the music had the function of guiding the meridians.

Li Bei was like a statue, silent and motionless, completely immersed in the music.

Bang...

Tang Chun suddenly felt a gust of wind from a finger, and just as he was about to dodge, he felt a tremor in his dantian. Instantly, his meridians opened, and a previously blocked meridian was now unblocked.

Tang Chun realized that he had advanced to the initial stage of the third level of martial arts. More surprisingly, his internal energy flowed more smoothly after reaching the third level, and he was still immersed in the music.

After a long time, Tang Chun finally came to his senses. He turned and found that the elemental energy was surging in, several times faster than usual, and in much greater quantity.

At this moment, a bright spot appeared in his mind. Tang Chun realized that he had mysteriously advanced to the first level of the Qi Cultivation stage.

This was significant because each breakthrough in the 'Nine Heavens Vast World Technique' added a bright spot in the mud pill palace. The higher the level, the larger the bright spot.

Moreover, Tang Chun found that this cultivation technique could be perfectly combined with martial arts. Advancing in martial arts could also enhance the 'Nine Heavens Vast World Technique.'

The one who helped him just now should have been Li Bei, the Poet King. It was fortunate that he had invited him to listen to the music, or he wouldn't have received this benefit.

However, reaching the first level of Qi Cultivation was just the beginning. He couldn't cast any spells or make talismans. He could only try to make some low-level talismans, like Fire Spirit Talismans and Water Spirit Talismans, at the second level.

Ten days later, Tang Chun finally arrived at Evil Mountain.

From a distance, he could smell a pungent, bloody odor. On both sides of the road, the weeds were littered with severed limbs and entrails.

Although Tang Chun had killed before in the Dragon Group, such a large-scale scene of death still made him feel a bit uneasy.

Zhao Qian, on the other hand, had seen many such scenes and remained indifferent, as if the dead bodies on the roadside were just stones.

"We'll be at General Huyan Gao's camp soon. He is a third-rank general in our dynasty and a prominent figure in the Da Yu Dynasty.

However, his temper is not good. I warn you in advance not to provoke him, or you'll lose your life for no reason.

Because he often kills in anger. In the military camp, killing a few people is like slaughtering chickens, and there's no place to appeal. Besides, you are a criminal."

After ten days of travel, Zhao Qian's attitude toward Tang Chun had improved a lot.

Of course, the money and the old ginseng king from the Tang family also played a role. When you take someone's money, you become soft.

"By the way, in our Da Yu Dynasty, martial arts are the main focus. But I've heard that there are also many civil officials. How can civil officials, who have no martial arts, dare to argue with military officers? And I've heard that some upright civil officials even criticize military officers. Some military officers who commit crimes are still tried and punished by civil officials." Tang Chun asked.

"Hehe, you don't even know this, and you're the eldest son of the Nan Du Hou's mansion." Zhao Qian mocked with a smile.

"There's nothing strange about it. I've never been an official." Tang Chun looked serious, as if he wasn't ashamed.

"Although civil officials don't have martial arts, they receive a jade pendant from the palace when they become officials, which can protect them.

These jade pendants are also graded. For example, the jade pendant of a seventh-rank county magistrate is different from that of a first-rank official.

The protection strength is also different. The jade pendant of a seventh-rank county magistrate can withstand the attack of a fourth-level martial artist.

The jade pendant of a first-rank official can withstand the attack of a twelfth-level martial artist. The jade pendants of princes and nobles provide even higher levels of protection. This is why everyone in our Da Yu Dynasty wants to become an official.

If one is born with poor physical constitution and cannot enter the path of martial arts, they can take the civil service examination. This is also a way to protect oneself.

Moreover, King Yu is fair and just. He treats civil and military officials equally. Of course, the Purple-Cloaked Guards in the palace are a deterrent to martial artists who commit crimes.

For example, if you kill a third-rank official, the Purple-Cloaked Guards will be dispatched to investigate. If they catch you, you won't have an easy time. They are all experts in solving cases." Zhao Qian smiled.

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End of the chapter.