At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 134: Sword Manual Copying in the Grinding Hall
"You go in."

The maid said to Qingyao beside her.

Qingyao entered the knife sharpening hall with trepidation.

The first feeling was that it was dark. The whole stone house looked a little gray. There were candles lit inside, emitting a faint and dim light.

After walking a few steps, she gradually got used to the dimness in the knife-grinding hall, and then she could see clearly that there was a figure sitting cross-legged in the hall, reading a book.

Xue Changqing raised his head, glanced at Qingyao, and quickly turned his gaze away without any change in his expression.

He just asked, "Did the general ask you to copy the book?"

"Ah."

Qingyao nodded. For some reason, she felt an inexplicable affinity towards this elegant man.

I felt that he looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where he was.

"What are you copying?"

"Fifty volumes of middle-grade sword manual."

"This way."

Xue Changqing pointed to a bookshelf.

"Thank you, sir." Qingyao gave him a grateful look, then took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, sat cross-legged, and began to copy one volume after another.

Xue Changqing didn't say anything, just read the book by himself.

evening.

Qingyao returned to the Grinding Hall dejectedly again. It turned out that there were typos and missing words in the sword manual she copied.

It took me half the night to finish copying.

Gradually.

She seemed to find that life in the Pingxi General's Mansion was not as bad as she had imagined.

Xiao Han did not do anything to her, nor did he continue to make things difficult for her. She just did the work of a servant every day, washing clothes, cooking, and sweeping the floor. The rest of the time she went back and forth between the courtyard and the knife-grinding hall to copy sword manuals.

However, the Pingxi general was extremely strict in his requirements. There could not be any typos or omissions. Even if the handwriting was not neat, it had to be re-copied.

Fortunately, there was a gentleman in blue clothes accompanying him in the knife sharpening hall. Although the gentleman didn't say much, Qingyao tried to talk to him many times.

But Xue Changqing turned a deaf ear to her and only sometimes pointed out the shortcomings in her copying of the sword manual.

Gradually.

Qingyao has somewhat gotten used to the days in the general's mansion, which is quite Qingyao.

Big moon.

Little Moon.

There are also Miaoyu and Cao Ruixue.

They were all very nice to her, without any intrigue.

The most important thing is that there is a considerable salary every month.

Even Xiao Han was not like he was in the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, with a sullen face every day. Instead, he was always talking and laughing.

end of March.

The ice and snow in Xiliang have melted, the weather is gradually warming up, and counties have started spring ploughing one after another.

Then came Xia Pi County, where, in addition to Xue Yan's three guards, more than 100,000 refugees were resettled and dozens of villages and towns were built.

The snow in Shangdang had not yet melted, but the provincial government had already sent cartloads of grain seeds to Shangdang.

The whole Xiliang.

Spring blossoms.

The turbulent snow water rushed out from the Qilian Mountains, flowed into the Yellow River, and irrigated the fields on both sides.

In Xiliang City, farmers and vendors come in and out every day, and the fields are busy.

Inside the General Pingxi's Mansion.

Beside Tinghua Lake.

Xiao Han and Yuwen Yulou were fighting. Xiao Han held the Dongchun Lei in his hand and waved his white robe. He slashed with two swords, and the shimmering sword energy burst out, heading towards the white-robed man opposite.

The cold knife in Xiao Han's hand vibrated, and he slashed it out casually, shattering the knife light. He took two steps forward and chopped down with the cold knife.

"laugh."

Yu Wen Yulou held up her sword to block the attack, and the sword energy slashed the two swords, causing her body to fly backwards uncontrollably.

He fell into the green pool, and the lake beneath his feet was split open into a crack more than ten feet wide.

The cold lake water surged to both sides.

Yuwen Yulou fell on the waves, her blood boiling, her pretty face flushed, her beautiful eyes widened, and she breathed heavily, so much so that...

Xiao Han withdrew his gaze reluctantly, sheathed his long sword and threw it to Qingyao beside him.

Yu Wen Yulou calmed his breath, tiptoed, and jumped out of the lake and landed on the shore.

"How much strength?"

She spoke.

"One percent."

Xiao Han raised an eyebrow.

Yuwen Yulou was extremely depressed. Jiuting was said to be able to kill those in the Zhixuan realm, but facing Xiao Han, whose cultivation was suppressed to the Zhixuan realm, her Jiuting was useless.

He fought ten times in three days, and lost all of them.

She couldn't even force Xiao Han to use his full strength.

The man's cultivation, even if he actively suppressed it to the Profound Finger Realm, was still bottomless.

"Do not be discouraged."

Xiao Han comforted: "Once Jiuting appears, ordinary people in the Profound Finger Realm can only die under your sword."

"but."

He changed the subject: "How can I, your young master, be someone that those useless people in the Profound Realm of the Finger Realm can mess with?"

Qingyao, who was standing aside, was secretly complaining in her heart.

"Now the finger Xuanjing is better than me."

Xiao Han chuckled: "You have to practice to the fourteenth stop at least."

The corner of Yu Wenyulou's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart as his cultivation level increased.

She could feel more and more the terror of the man in front of her.

It's not just about cultivation, but also about the realm of swordsmanship.

"General, have some tea."

Qingyao was very discerning and brought up a cup of tea. Xiao Han took it and sat down on the chair.

"How is today's copying of the 100 volumes of sword manuals going?"

he asked.

"It has been copied."

Qingyao carefully took out a wooden box from behind her and took out the copied sword manual inside.

Xiao Han read ten lines at a glance, and after a while, he finished reading it all, and then said: "I will copy another hundred volumes tomorrow."

"what."

Hearing this, Qingyao's face fell and she said sullenly, "Can you copy less?"

"What do you think?"

"Forget it, I'll just copy it."

She shrank her neck and could only go to the knife sharpening hall by herself.

Xiao Han handed the copied sword manual to Yu Wenyulou: "Take a look, see if you have found anything."

After Yu Wen Yulou took it, he just glanced at it at first and thought the handwriting was beautiful and neat. But when he looked at it again, he felt that there seemed to be something strange in the handwriting of the copied sword manual.

"It's sword energy."

After hesitating for a moment, Yuwen Yulou spoke, his tone somewhat uncertain.

"Yes."

Xiao Han smiled and nodded: "Qingyao is a natural swordsman."

"Why not just teach her sword skills?"

Yuwen Yulou was a little confused.

"If I teach you swordsmanship directly, it will be inferior."

He shook his head: "I asked him to copy the sword manuals and martial arts in the Grinding Hall every day, in order to broaden his horizons and cultivate his sword energy."

"That's a good idea."

Yuwen Yulou: "It's just that some of them are not suitable for ordinary people."

"If you don't work harder, I'm afraid you will be surpassed by Qingyao in the future."

Xiao Han smiled and said, "Don't cry then."

"Ahem, it's not like there's no quick way. If you want to speed up your practice, you can come to my room tonight."

Yuwen Yulou looked disdainful: "Don't think I don't know what you are planning."

"What plan?"

Xiao Han said seriously: "Don't take my kindness for granted."

"The devil believes you."

Yuwen Yulou rolled his eyes, slung two long swords over his shoulders, and walked towards the knife sharpening hall.

"You must be frustrated."

Dayueer came over with a smile.

"What a shame."

He stretched out his hand and took it into his arms: "This general has never known what it means to be humiliated."

"But now I want to eat grapes."

"Hehe, I will go and give you some grapes right away."

Dayueer broke free from his embrace and walked towards the backyard with graceful steps.

(End of this chapter)