Chapter 159 How can mortals defeat the bloodline family!
Chapter 159 How can mortals defeat the bloodline family!
Author: Fobudu
Chapter 159 How can mortals defeat the bloodline family!
Before coming, the sect leader Liu Shenfeng specifically mentioned that Gusu Zhongqi was in his later years and had given up martial arts to follow literature and liked to dance, write and write. He set up a trap in front of the door and asked visitors to write on the sand table.
Only those who can write particularly well are qualified to enter his house.
At this moment, it seems that it is indeed true!
"Well, can advanced calligraphy be admitted?"
Wei An pondered for a moment, stepped forward, arrogantly pushed past the next person in line, and stood in front of the sand table.
"Hey, why did you jump in line?"
The man was a young man with a square face, wearing Confucian clothes and a turban on his head. He looked like a scholar at first glance.
After being cut into the queue by Wei An, the square-faced young man immediately yelled angrily.
"Someone jumped in line?"
"Don't jump in line, get rid of him!"
"Those who jump in line should be more conscious and don't force us to use violence!"
Other people in line stretched their heads to look around, shouting and yelling with indignation.
Wei An ignored those people and picked up his bamboo pen.
The middle-aged man in blue shirt looked at him, frowning slightly, but did not stop him, as if he acquiesced to his behavior of jumping in line.
"Master Liu, do you see this?"
The square-faced young man refused to give up and ran to the sand table, complaining to the middle-aged man in blue shirt.
The middle-aged man in green shirt was silent for a moment and said calmly: "You two can solve your problems by yourselves."
When the square-faced young man heard this, his face became angry, and he immediately began to roll up his sleeves and gnashed his teeth.
Wei An didn't even look at him, and said calmly: "Strength is respected in the world of the Great Zhou Dynasty! There is no need to line up for the strong! I advise you to respect yourself."
The light tone showed strong confidence. The square-faced young man stopped rolling up his sleeves, and his face turned blue and white.
At the end, he rolled up his sleeves and said: "A gentleman talks but does not act. Fang is a scholar and is not as knowledgeable as someone like you."
Wei An laughed and said: "You are the only scholars who can express your resignation in such an elegant way."
The square-faced young man's face turned red and he was speechless for a moment.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man in green shirt couldn't help but smile. He looked deeply at Wei An and said, "You can write now."
Wei An picked up the pen and wrote a line:
"When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer."
This was the biggest impression he had on what he saw and heard along the way.
The powerful class dominates and dominates;
The lives of the people at the bottom are like straw.
The middle-aged man in blue shirt suddenly narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but look at Wei An again.
Originally he thought Wei An was just an arrogant and rude man, but he didn't expect that he turned out to be a great talent.
The square-faced young man standing aside, his eyes widened, looked at the words on the sand table, then looked at Wei An, the anger on his face quickly disappeared.
Buzz buzz!
The sand table shook, the words Wei An wrote slowly disappeared, and another line of words appeared:
The master of calligraphy has not tried his best.
The middle-aged man in blue shirt shrank his pupils, bowed and prostrated, and said solemnly: "It turns out that you are a master of calligraphy. I am disrespectful and disrespectful."
The square-faced young man took a deep breath, hurriedly adjusted his clothes, bowed solemnly, and said in panic: "Fang is short-sighted. Please forgive me, Master."
The people in the queue at the back didn't know what was going on, so when they saw this scene, they started talking about it.
Wei An frowned slightly.
What is "not trying your best"?
When he wrote just now, he obviously didn't hold anything back, and he showed off his calligraphy master's skills to the fullest.
However, why did Jinxiu Sandbox decide that Wei An did not use his full strength?
"Could it be that my calligraphy can be improved and I just don't know it?"
Wei An's mind moved.
However, what if the calligraphy goes one step further and can reach the first level?
Wei An disagreed and walked straight into the castle gate.
"Master, please come this way."
Inside the door, a young maid came out.
She bowed her hands and brought Wei An to a table covered with red paper not far away.
"Master, please register." The young maid opened the registration book and gestured.
Wei An glanced at the record in front of him and wrote: Zhang Sanqiao, Pantian Sect.
"It turns out that Master Zhang is an expert from the Pantian Sect. You are welcome to come."
The maid couldn't help but become a little enthusiastic, "Please go this way, I'll arrange your stay first."
Wei An is incompetent.
The two of them walked forward along an open stone road.
The further forward, Wei An found that the space inside the castle became more open and bright, and the layout was well-proportioned. The waterside pavilions, singing platforms, painted pillars and carved beams, whether it was plants or trees, or the rockery and flowing water, were all gorgeous and unusual, or rare.
A rare antique at first sight.
"As expected of a wealthy family, with rich heritage and high taste." Wei An thought about it. This was his first time entering a wealthy mansion, and it was an eye-opener.
Not long after, Wei An entered a courtyard.
The young maid introduced: "This courtyard is specially used to entertain distinguished guests from various sects. It can accommodate ten distinguished guests. You are the seventh one to stay."
Wei An understood and asked: "Who else lives here besides me?"
The young maid responded: "From Liangzhou, there are Ruhua Buddha from Xuankong Temple, Xu Gengdao from Tianzhenguan, Wusong from Shenyin Door God, and the other three are Chu Gaoge, a student from Haoran Academy in Qizhou, and the Sword Master from Jianzhou.
Zhu Hongxue, one of the descendants, and Miss Zhao Xiu from the Five Immortals Sect."
Wei An couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
The people from various sects who came to celebrate their birthdays were all representative figures. On the contrary, the Pantian Sect was a little too casual and chose a nobody like him to come.
But I don’t know how the Gusu clan will view this matter.
"Xu Gengdao is here too..."
Wei An paused for a moment and said in surprise: "Tianzhenguan has been very high-profile recently, forming a demon-slaying alliance in an attempt to fight against King Liang. Your Gusu family still has contacts with them?"
The young maid naturally knew the grudges between Pantian Sect and Tianzhenguan, and said with a smile: "First of all, the Gusu clan has never been involved in the fights between sects; moreover, the Gusu clan is only loyal to the royal family and is not a minister of Prince Liang.
, Prince Liang’s matter has no direct relationship with the Gusu family.”
"..."
Wei Anxin understood this and couldn't help but sigh: "This is the style only a famous family can have."
The young maid opened a door and said with a smile: "Master Zhang, this is your room. You can take a look first. If you are not satisfied with anything, you can tell this maid."
Wei An turned around and saw that the room was so luxurious that it was beyond reproach. He said calmly: "It's acceptable."
The young maid continued: "There will be a dinner party in the evening, and the old patriarch will receive you then."
"good!"
Wei An sat down in the room, put away the gifts he carried, and took off his dirty clothes and shoes.
After a while, the young maid brought bath water and a new set of clothes. She was dressed in snow-white Confucian clothes, very much like a scholar.
Wei An took a bath, washed away the dust from his body, and put on a white Confucian dress. His whole body suddenly had that romantic charm with white clothes like snow and fluttering clothes.
Boom, boom, boom!
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Wei An opened the door and found a tall young man in white standing outside the door. His face was like a powder, holding a paper fan in his hand and a blue jade hairpin on his head. He was polite and said solemnly, "I don't know Chu Gaoge. I have seen Pan."
Master Zhang of Tianzong."
Wei An quickly returned the courtesy and said with a smile: "It turns out that you are a great scholar from Haoran Academy. I have admired you for a long time."
"Don't dare."
Chu Gaoge responded: "The student heard that a calligraphy master who 'didn't try his best' came to Gusu Castle. He took the liberty to ask for the master's name, and found out that you live next door to me. He couldn't control his admiration for a moment.
, I came here to pay you a visit.”
These words are particularly comforting to listen to, but they are a bit too elegant. Scholars probably speak in this style.
Wei An thought in his mind and said, "Chu Talent is so complimentary. Please come in and talk."
The two sat opposite each other.
After Chu Gaoge sat down, he was extremely restrained in front of Wei An. His face was filled with great respect, and he lowered his head and said: "I wonder how long Master Zhang has been practicing calligraphy? Does your Pantian Sect also require your disciples to practice both civil and martial arts?"
Wei An replied: "No, I, the Pantian Sect, use martial arts to achieve Taoism. Calligraphy is just my personal hobby. I have practiced it since I was a child. To be honest, I don't know when I became a master of calligraphy."
Chu Gaoge couldn't help but exclaimed: "Tsk tsk, Master Zhang must be a calligraphy genius! Our Haoran Academy trains students and requires them to practice both civil and martial arts, but the main focus is on literature, followed by martial arts. Even so, there are only a few people in the entire academy who have become calligraphers.
Just a master."
Hearing this, Wei An silently thanked Zhang Mingzhu in his heart. It was her unique talent that made him a calligraphy master.
Speaking of calligraphy…
Wei An showed a look of doubt on his face and said: "I want to ask you a question. I have always been curious. Our country in the Great Zhou Dynasty relies on military force to build a country, and strength is respected. If this is the case, why are calligraphy, painting and other skills still valued so much?"
Chu Gaoge was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "Master Zhang doesn't know?"
Wei An cupped his hands and said, "I have never been involved in this area. Please give me some advice."
Immediately, Chu Gaoge said seriously: "What you said just now is correct or not. To be precise, our country in the Great Zhou Dynasty is not founded by force, but by blood!
Bloodlines are divided into four levels. The imperial blood level suppresses the world, the king blood level comes second, and the true blood level is higher than the mortal blood level.
Generally speaking, mortal blood level warriors of the same realm cannot defeat true blood level warriors, let alone king blood level and emperor blood level warriors.
If you are a first-level mortal blood level master, then in the whole world, you may be the weakest level one, because above you, there are first-level true blood levels, as well as the more powerful first-level king blood level, and first-level emperor blood level.
Because of this, the royal family and the royal family are superior to all living beings and are invincible."
Wei An nodded and said: "Bloodline is supreme! People with bloodline have very powerful advantages."
Chu Gaoge continued: "The bloodline is so powerful that it makes people look up to them and makes them suffocating. However, there are always some ordinary people in this world who are unwilling to admit defeat and unwilling to bow their heads. So they racked their brains and brains to create something that can make people feel suffocated.
A way for a mere mortal to defeat the supreme bloodline."
"What, can an ordinary blood level defeat a higher level bloodline?"
Wei An was taken aback, "As far as I know, the only way to do this is to use the forbidden blood technique, which allows mortals to have blood."
Chu Gaoge replied: "After a mortal has a bloodline, he can be regarded as a bloodline warrior. What I am talking about is the true mortal blood level method to defeat the supreme bloodline."
Wei An couldn't help but cheer up.
"Let me give you an example first."
Chu Gaoge slowed down his speech and spoke eloquently: "The ancestor of the Gusu clan is named Gusu Changping. He was a founding hero and was rated by later generations as the most powerful general in the world. He was unparalleled in bravery and invincible in battle!
But few people know that Gusu Changping is actually just a mortal warrior."
Wei Anxin was distracted and suddenly thought of something: "The Gusu clan is only a martial arts family, not a bloodline family. They have no bloodline!"
Chu Gaoge asked: "Master Zhang, does he know how Gusu Changping defeated a group of bloodline families with his mortal blood?"