He sipped the tea and looked at the rising mist. There seemed to be a little bit of light in his eyes, and he was easy-going and harmless: "...the way of a scholar can make you pray for Yuanliang to say 'be afraid', Chi actually wants to Yes. Presumably its owner is not an 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. He really has nothing to do with the word 'unknown person'... But, 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 the level of literary mind or the talent of scribes. It has no rules and cannot be influenced by human beings. Some talented people may not be able to find their way to be scribes in their lifetime, while some with mediocre qualifications may wake up with a hangover. Then there is the way of the scribes.
Although some scribes will hide their ways to the letter, some will choose to make it public to increase their own leverage.
The man Qi Shan mentioned had personally admitted that he did not have the skills to be a scribe, and it would not affect his achievements anyway.
"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 minds of all countries How could a person who fought in front of the strategist formation 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 did everything they could to survive, from confrontations in front of the battlefield to murders by spies secretly. That person was even more of a target of special 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 he had the 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 Qi Shan had only met that person a few times, and at most the relationship was in the name of "disciple and master". How could Shan Shang know such a secret?
Qishan's hand holding the tea paused for a moment, 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, "Looking at his age, he should be living in his old age and is unlikely to be an official again. I heard that he died a few years ago. If you resign, your whereabouts will be lost, so it shouldn’t be a big deal 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 effective. Able to distinguish friend from foe..."
Gu Chi's mouth twitched sharply.
No wonder the northwest countries at that time were unable to defeat them. They watched the Xin Kingdom grow stronger - even 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, Xin Guozhu's teammates are holding him back. Give him another ten years to replace Xin Guo with a reliable leader, and unifying the northwest will not be a dream.
This scribe's way is not terrible at all, but it will really give the enemy a headache when placed in a place like the battlefield.
Gu Chi raised his neck and took a sip of tea.
He said: "It's a pity."
It's a pity, but more of an envy.
Look at someone else's way of being a scribe, and then look at your own. It is indeed 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 he is sent to negotiate
, maybe it will work wonders.
But in troubled times, it's worthless.
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.
With this idea, Qi Shan looked at Gu Chi much more favorably.
He also generously cared about Gu Chi's health.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this guy was in poor health, and he looked like he was suffering from tuberculosis that would lead to an early death and a short life. Qishan guessed that it was probably related to his tasteless and feared scribe's way.
Gu Chi responded indifferently: "I can hold on for the time being."
From the time when the way of the scribes came to the present, he lives in a noisy environment every day, surrounded by malicious intentions. He can't even sleep at night, because all kinds of weird dreams will come to his ears without stopping for a moment. If it weren't for his amazing perseverance, I'm afraid he would have no peace of mind.
He has already gone crazy.
The price paid is far greater than the gain.
Qishan: "I have an idea."
Gu Chi's eyelids were slightly raised, and his eyes asked what he could do.
"Abolish 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 did he come up with?
The tea in Gu Chi's hand was not spilled, but noises and high-pitched screams could be heard downstairs.
I pray for kindness and my heart skips a beat.
He didn't care about teasing, so he stood up, pushed open the long window, and saw everything happening on the long street downstairs. Gu Chi moved slower than him: "Why are you in such a hurry? It may not be the person in your family.
Shen Lang...well, he is really making 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 cloth wine cork, sat on the side of the bench, raised his neck and poured it into his mouth. He drank half of the jar and drank a glass of wine.
He then wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, "It's so enjoyable 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."
Shen Tang: "..."
She felt like a bad fate.
Zhai Le smiled and said, "Let's go hunting out of the city when we have time."
"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."
Just as he was feeling sentimental, a group of fierce-looking adult men suddenly ran over menacingly, aiming in the direction of Shen Tang and the others. After a while, the small wine stall was completely packed. Shen Tang was still confused, but Zhai Le was confused. The deputy had an expected expression.
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 each other."
The strong man at the head turned pale,
He waved his hand and shouted: "Okay, smash this stall!"
Shen Tang: "???"
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After taking the medicine for two days, it was still effective. I woke up with a sore throat in the morning and had a slight fever in the afternoon. It improved a lot in the evening and I think it will be better tomorrow. Being sick really affects my state. I don’t want to type while looking at the computer.
