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Volume 1: Looking Northwest, Shooting the Sirius Chapter 39: Blade's Edge

"...Don't you run a calligraphy and painting shop? How come you're even taking the carpenter's job?"

Even after experiencing all the vicissitudes of life, Yuan Tiance's cheeks still couldn't help but twitch. How could such an unprecedented genius be so greedy for money?

Chaitino raised his head and sighed:

"Without him, I would be poor."

Yuan Tiance left with a complicated expression. The style of Mo Xiangju really made him a little confused.

As soon as they left, Chai Tiannuo happily went into the yard and rummaged around. After a while, he found a board of suitable width and width. He called Chai Man'er, and the master and servant polished and painted it skillfully.

"Man'er, we are getting more and more skilled at this carpenter's job."

"But, how many plaques have we made in the past two months? Even a fool can do it."

Chai Maner took the brush and said while brushing it. Chai Tiannuo clicked on the side:

"The white paint should be thicker. For a job worth twenty taels of silver, you still have to paint it three coats."

"okay!"

Chai Tiannuo said seriously, and the little girl answered readily, there are many happy things in the world, and getting money into your arms is the first.

The moon was in the sky, the clouds were light and the stars were sparse, and the sound of sharp blades piercing the sky sounded again in Moxiangju.

Li Yichuan nodded lightly with a smile on his lips, cut his throat and drank the liquor into his throat.

Three miles away, in Yuan Tian's book, the sycamore leaves were slightly swaying, a black and white Taoist robe was worn on the body, and a gold jade hairpin was tied into the bun. Two Taoists in golden robes stood sideways, bowing slightly and saying nothing.

After a long time, the sound of the knife stopped and the strong wine was gone. Yuan Tiance nodded gently:

"The edge of a knife is like a pen, and the pen is like a knife!"

Time is like sand, slipping inadvertently between the fingers, and it is already the golden autumn in a blink of an eye. Chai Tiannuo looks at the wool-lined placket on his body and laughs. This is the first time in his life that he wears such thick clothes.

Shuliang Province is located in the southern border of Great China. It is extremely hot in summer and never gets below zero no matter how cold it is in winter. If it is autumn, there will be many shirtless men.

But the capital is near the north, and within a few days of autumn, there will be frost in the morning and evening. Chai Man'er was so happy that he went around licking the frost flowers on the board. Chai Tiannuo was really angry, and he couldn't change his greedy habit!

A few months have passed, and the supervision of the martial arts school has become looser. Just like a new soldier joining the army, it always takes some time to polish the physical discipline and teach the rules. As long as that period of time passes, life will not be difficult.

However, this is the feeling of other scholars, not that of Chaitino.

Compared to other talented people who were miserable, Chai Dameng had too much freedom. In other words, there was no one who was more free than him in the entire martial arts academy, or even in the liberal arts academy.

As long as he reports in in the morning, he becomes a free man and can do whatever he wants. Even if he goes home early, no one will care about him.

However, with Chai Tiannuo's character, he would not act like that. He was even stricter on himself than Shangshe's management.

In the morning, I practiced martial arts in the school grounds to hone my foundation, and I never stopped until the school bell rang at nearly noon.

In the afternoon, I spent the afternoon pondering military articles by the lakeside of the Wenyuan Academy, and also taught Wei Zhongxian two or three lessons. After the teaching examination, Dr. Wei repeatedly lamented that Chai Dameng could do as much as others in five years in half a year!

For this reason, His Excellency Da Jijiu personally found the director of Shangshe Mountain and wanted to do something to transfer Chai Tiannuo to the Academy of Literature.

As a result, he was pushed out of the door by the head of Shangsheshan who was two levels lower than him. He pointed at the scholar Wuyang Wuyang on the campus and said:

"You can pick whatever you want on the field, and it won't hurt if you take away a thousand people."

"There is only one Chaitino. If you want him, you will have to wait until the emperor orders it!"

Your Excellency, the Great Jijiu, was already withered at that time. Everyone with a discerning eye on Dahua's form knew that Emperor Tianqi would never be able to transfer a handsome man to the literary world.

Regarding Chaitino's future, both the Imperial Academy and the Academy of Cultural Heritage have the same opinion. It is a sure bet that he will be elected to the imperial examination. If he performs stably and makes no mistakes, it is not an exaggeration to say that he will win the first prize.

It has been nearly half a year since Wu Xiucai entered the academy. Supervision has been loosened, and some bad signs have gradually emerged. This is not difficult to understand. There are many people and there are many right and wrong. The academy with a thousand people suddenly has an influx of thousands more people.

It would be strange to have a conflict.

The biggest point of conflict occurs between the talented people.

Juren hates scholars very much. Since they came, the originally quiet campus has been noisy and noisy. There is no clear place to be found, which is really unpleasant.

When they felt unhappy, they used to catch the scholar who made mistakes and scold them loudly. At first, when the scholar saw the guilty conscience of the official who had already entered the official career, he could only accept the scolding.

After a long time, they got used to it, and the attitude of the scholars changed drastically. They are all students in the dormitory. Who wants to listen to you?

When they were reprimanded again, the scholars turned around and left. There were fierce retorts, and they directly called Wuju a border dog.

This nickname is quite appropriate. Different from Wu Xiucai's pure black double-breasted bunt, Juren's attire has a circle of gold thread sewn on the cuffs and edges of the clothes.

As time went by, the conflicts became more and more intense, and in the end many people took action directly, but most of the losers were scholars. After all, there was a big gap between one in a hundred and one in ten thousand.

However, these things have nothing to do with Chai Tiannuo. Chai Dameng is well-known and has hundreds of lives on his hands. He is a legend in the eyes of scholars and scholars.

Students who are serious about martial arts should be divided into three groups: one for scholars, one for civil servants, and one for Tao, Dharma, and fierce men.

Chaitino was also aware of the awkwardness between the two parties, but he never paid much attention to it. First of all, he was also a student, and he had no position to care about others.

Secondly, he, Chai Tiannuo, was the favorite of the teachers of the two institutes of cultural relics, and he was really out of tune with the other students.

Apart from Bian Sheng, Shen Tu Zijin and Wei Zhongxian, there were only a few people in the entire Imperial College who could talk to each other, but they had good rapport with the instructors.

The School of Martial Arts directly regarded his papers as the academic chapters of the Seven Books of Martial Arts and had to print them. The School of Liberal Arts also used the booklet he taught Wei Zhongxian as a tutorial material.

The teaching doctors of the two colleges of cultural relics always talk about Chai Tiannuo, which makes the scholars feel troubled in their hearts. Excellent students are the most likely to be isolated.

Over the issue of teaching materials, Chai Tiannuo also fought a lawsuit with the teachers of the two colleges. In the end, the liberal arts college gave him ten taels of silver, and the martial arts college gave him two hundred rich men!

Chai Tiannuo was really angry about this. While holding the eldest son in his arms, he complained to the logistics instructor that the 200-year-old son only had ten steamed cakes, so he was sending the beggars away.

The martial arts academy does not have the atmosphere of the liberal arts academy. From now on, don’t call people poor. The martial arts academy is the poor!

On this day, Chai Tiannuo, who had a gun battle with the two heroes, was victorious. He was in a good mood and shouted for a treat, then turned around and led the two heroes, who were bruised and swollen, into the food stall.

"...No meat?"

Looking at the two sesame seed cakes stuffed with radish on the plate, Shen Tuzi grinned. He had been beaten all morning and didn't even ask for a meat sesame seed cake. Isn't that too stingy?

"Bring it here!"

Bian Sheng grabbed Chaitino's plate with shaking hands, opened the cover and took a look, he was so angry that he saw there were ten sets of big sesame cakes stuffed with beef!

Five were given to Shen Tuzi. Bian Sheng glared at Chai Tiannuo fiercely while eating:

"You can't even eat the sesame cakes stuffed with radish, so I'll dig you to death!"

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