Film and TV: People in Joy of Life become stronger by reading

Chapter 20: Zuixianju Poetry Competition
After Wei Zhuang left, Li Chengping turned his gaze to the other servants in the courtyard.

However, nothing special happened until his eyes fell on Zhao Gao and the illusory panel appeared again.

【Character】: Zhao Gao
【Cultivation】: Ninth Rank (Seal)
【Weapon】: Eight Swords of King Yue (not obtained)

"It turns out that this ability can only be used on certain characters, but what does the content in the brackets mean?"

Doubts arose in Li Chengping's heart.

[The followers' cultivation will be improved according to the host's strength until they reach their original level! ]

[In the weapons column, since some characters' weapons are special, the host needs to obtain them through other means! ]

The system's voice rang in his ears, and Li Chengping's confusion was resolved.

As soon as I thought about it, a new panel appeared in front of me.

【Name】：Li Chengping

【Reading level】: Level 6 (1200/1500)

【Cultivation】: Ninth Rank (Medium)

[Kung Fu]: "Supreme Sword Dao", "Heavenly Sword Realm"

[Item]: Hidden Spirit Jade Pendant
【Attendants】: Zhao Gao, Wei Zhuang

[Power]: Luowang
"There are still three hundred books missing. This is not an easy task!"

Li Chengping rubbed his temple.

If a person who is used to eating delicacies from land and sea suddenly has to live a life of boiling ginger and drinking vinegar, it will be difficult to swallow.

The same goes for reading.

Long-term reading of mid-quality and high-quality books has broadened Li Chengping's vision.

When he was suddenly asked to calm down and read the inferior books, he naturally felt that they were full of loopholes and were not worth reading.

Thinking of the system rewards after the reading level was improved, Li Chengping forced himself to calm down and read.

In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

Everyone in the palace knew that there was a cool white-haired swordsman by their prince's side.

As for its strength, no one knows.

As the inferior books were too unacceptable to read, Li Chengping asked Zhao Gao to announce the news to the public and include various ancient books and classics.

Once the news came out, it quickly spread throughout the city of Kyoto.

These days, quite a few people have come here with books from their home collections.

It’s a pity that only a few people complied with the requirements, and some couldn’t even meet the threshold for low-quality books.

After working for a few days, Li Chengping lost interest and handed the matter over to Zhao Gao for full supervision.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door, and then the door of the study slowly opened, and Zhao Gao walked into the room quietly.

"Your Highness, I have heard a piece of news from you. Zuixianju is holding a poetry competition. It is said that the first prize this time is a classic book!"

Zhao Gao said softly.

"Can you confirm the authenticity of this news?" Li Chengping looked up and asked.

"Your Highness, please rest assured. After receiving the news, I waited and watched for a few days. The poetry competition went on as usual. There is no problem at present."

Zhao Gao said respectfully.

"If that's the case, then you can make some arrangements. Let's go to Zuixianju tonight."

Li Chengping ordered.

Those romantic places along the Liujing River can be said to be a gathering place for literati and poets.

Similar activities were held every once in a while on weekdays, but most of them were just for some silver or a night with a courtesan.

This is the first time I have seen such a book reward.

"A few days ago, I announced that I was looking for books, and Zuixianju happened to hold a poetry competition like this. Maybe this is deliberately targeting me!"

Li Chengping seemed to be thinking about something.

This matter was most likely directed at me, but I wasn't sure whether the person behind it was an enemy or a friend.

……

Night falls.

As promised, a number of flower boats appeared on the river, and the two banks became lively in an instant. At Zhao Gao's strong request, Li Chengping brought Wei Zhuang to the river bank.

Perhaps because Zuixianju was hosting a poetry competition, many talented people from Kyoto gathered on the river bank, all of them dressed elegantly.

"Zuixianju really spent a lot of money on this poetry competition. The first prize is actually a masterpiece handed down from ancient times. This thing is a treasure that can only be encountered by chance!"

"Tsk, what's the point of rewarding books? I think it's more practical than real money!"

"Vulgar! How can literary works be measured by money? What a vulgar person!"

"..."

Faced with the contempt of the talented men, the wealthy businessman who had just spoken became so angry that his cheeks turned red and he left the scene in shame.

After all, these talented people in Kyoto City are not ordinary people. Who knows which forces they support?

Li Chengping mingled in the crowd, watching the dramatic scene before him with a faint smile on his face.

The lively atmosphere at the scene made him feel relaxed suddenly while he was reading in his study.

Sometimes, it's not a bad idea to combine work and rest.

"Wei Zhuang, do you think I've been too focused on studying and missed out on the beautiful scenery in this world?"

Li Chengping said with a smile.

“The strong are lonely.”

After saying this coldly, Wei Zhuang said no more.

Li Chengping smiled helplessly. It seemed that he had chosen the wrong person for this question.

Looking around, Li Chengping found that the river bank was full of people and there were long queues at every boat port.

"As expected of Kyoto City's biggest den of prostitution, it's really lively at night!"

Li Chengping said with emotion.

As he was speaking, a small boat came from a distance and stopped at the shore.

What’s strange is that there were so many people at the scene, but everyone ignored the ship.

Li Chengping didn't think much about it and walked over with Wei Zhuang.

"Boatman, are you trying to pick up any passengers?" Li Chengping asked with a smile.

Hearing the sound, an old man walked out of the cabin, glanced at Li Chengping and waved his hand impatiently.

"No, no, just leave now."

"Boatman, it's not right for you to turn away business when you go out to work. I'll give you twenty taels of silver." Li Chengping said.

Zuixianju is currently holding a poetry competition, who knows if someone will suddenly win the championship.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.

Faced with the high price of twenty taels, several colleagues around showed envy in their eyes.

After a busy month, they could earn about two taels of silver, and these twenty taels were almost a year's income.

The old man fell silent, hesitated again and again, and finally couldn't resist the temptation of money.

"Sir, please get on board."

The old man quickly took out the steps from the cabin and spread them on the shore. Just as Li Chengping was halfway there, an arrogant voice came from behind.

"Kid, who told you to get on board? Get off!"

As soon as the words fell, the lively scene fell silent.

The people gathered on the shore retreated as if they had seen the god of plague.

The boatmen on the river were paddling their boats desperately, trying to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

The old man trembled with fear, but he suppressed his inner fear and waved at Li Chengping.

"Sir, those people haven't arrived yet. You two should hurry up and get on the boat. I will take you away."

This action made Li Chengping feel warm in his heart and he smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, old man. I'm here to make sure you're safe today!"

After saying that, Li Chengping turned around and walked back to the shore.

Soon, seven or eight burly servants rushed up and surrounded him.

(End of this chapter)