This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 92: Six Meridians Divine Sword? A lotus blooms in clear water
The pen is put into poem, and the scent of ink fills the paper.

When Luo Zijun came out of the room, Shui Shui was reluctant to leave: "Mr. Luo, come back later, Shui Shui is waiting for you, change into your favorite bellyband, okay?"

"No."

This time, Luo Zijun did not lie to her again.

Today should be the last time he comes here, so he won't fool her anymore.

"Master Luo..."

Shui Shui chased him out the door again, her eyes like water, and she said lovingly: "From now on, no matter when you come, Shui Shui will be waiting for you, free of charge forever."

"Thank you."

Luo Zijun went straight to the third floor.

At this time, a little maid came to report: "Mom, Sister Chu Jian has just left with her zither, saying that she is going to the inner city to play."

When Mother Liu heard this, she slapped her thigh and said, "You're one step too late!"

Then he said apologetically, "Mr. Luo, this...how about you go to Shui Shui's place to play for a while? Or, you can go to Zi Wei's place."

Luo Zijun politely declined after hearing this, and said with a cupped hand: "Since Miss Chu Jian has already left, I will come back tomorrow morning."

It might not be very convenient at night.

Afraid my sister would find out.

Besides, Miss Liu must be very tired after going out to perform, so she goes to bed early at night.

Mother Liu could only smile and say, "I'm so sorry that you made Mr. Luo come all the way here in vain. Mr. Luo, don't worry. When Chu Jian comes back tonight, I will tell her to wait for you in the room tomorrow morning."

Luo Zijun thanked him and said goodbye, without staying any longer.

I thought about it.

He went directly to Baoan Hall.

Thinking that he was leaving soon, there were always some things in his heart that he couldn't let go of.

The streets are particularly busy in the morning.

The hawkers’ calls, the pedestrians walking by, and the children running.

The woman's scolding and the girl's laughter.

The well-organized streets, the quaint houses, the breeze caressing your face, and the bright sunshine in the morning.

Everything here seemed like a dream in his eyes.

After all, he was ready to "go home."

"go home?"

He suddenly laughed at himself in his heart.

What is home?
The dark and lonely house, the smell of medicine all over the house, the turbid air, the dim sky, or the indifferent and distant relatives, or those cold gazes?
My head started to hurt again.

Suddenly, some strange yet familiar memories came to his mind.

"Zijun, come, come to your sister... Walk slowly, don't rush, you can do it!"

"Zijun, your brother-in-law is teaching you boxing, but you are not allowed to tell your sister."

"Luo Zijun, you are not allowed to play with Qin Keqing. Believe it or not, I will pinch you there and turn you into a little eunuch! Tell me, do you still want to play with her?"

"Zijun, did Ling'er pinch your pee place again? Don't cry, Grandpa will go back and beat her up."

"Brother Zijun, I'm moving to the inner city. I'll come and play with you when I have time. Don't let Sister Ling'er know, or she'll pinch you again."

"..."

"Sister, I had a dream. In the dream, I went to a very interesting place. The houses there were very strange and very tall. There were elevators. Do you know what an elevator is? There were no carriages on the ground there, but cars... But I was not happy there. I had a terminal illness, no one liked me, and I was in so much pain..."

Luo Zijun squatted on the ground, holding his aching head.

An uncle selling vegetables nearby came over and helped him up, and asked with concern, "Young man, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Luo Zijun shook his head vigorously, his eyes a little confused.

He was stunned for a moment.

His pupils finally focused again and he said, "I'm fine, thank you very much."

He walked on.

The fragmented images in my mind slowly faded away, and the pain faded with them.

Looking at the busy street, he suddenly began to have doubts.

Where is the dream?

Come to Bao'an Hall.

Su Qingling, who was in a daze behind the counter, looked up at him and said nothing.

The master's snoring came from upstairs.

"Master hasn't gotten up yet?"

Luo Zijun asked.

Su Qingling said calmly: "He didn't sleep last night."

Luo Zijun asked: "Why?"

Su Qingling looked at him coldly with her beautiful eyes and said, "His granddaughter was kissed by someone yesterday, but he didn't kiss her back. He was so heartbroken that he couldn't sleep."

Luo Zijun ignored her and went to the backyard to fetch some water. He came over and wiped the tables and chairs, then poured himself a cup of tea and sat down on the rocking chair.

"Sister, I'm going to sleep for a while. Call me when there are guests."

He suddenly felt a little tired and mentally exhausted.

The rocking chair rocked slowly.

He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

The sunlight filtered in through the embroidered window lattices and fell on his handsome face.

The girl behind the counter watched quietly.

I slept until the afternoon.

When Luo Zijun woke up, she found herself covered with a thin snow-white blanket, which carried a faint scent of a young girl.

He was stunned and looked at the girl behind the counter.

Su Qingling lowered her head and fiddled with the abacus, her pretty face indifferent and looking cold.

"Senior Sister, your blanket?"

Luo Zijun asked.

Su Qingling was calculating on the abacus and ignored him.

Luo Zijun looked at her again, got up from the rocking chair, carefully folded the blanket and placed it on the rocking chair.

"Master is out?"

There was no more snoring upstairs.

at this time.

The sun is setting and it is already afternoon.

Luo Zijun didn't expect that he could sleep so well. He stretched his arms and moved his body. Seeing that no one paid attention to him and there were no guests, he felt a little bored.

I thought about it.

He took out the book "Fingers of Fire" from his storage bag, sat down on the chair, and began to read it.

"This skill cannot be practiced unless one has deep internal strength."

"Those who do not have a fire-type constitution cannot practice this."

"Those who don't have strong meridians cannot practice..."

My brother-in-law said that the training conditions for this skill are too high and most warriors do not have the conditions to practice it. The mere fact that one has a fire-type physique is enough to stop most people from doing it.

"Open the Danhai, accumulate internal energy, use the internal energy to open the acupuncture points, from Zhongfu up, to the end of Shang, pour the energy into the fingertips, and it will burst out in an instant..."

"what?"

Luo Zijun was secretly surprised.

The first stage of this Fiery Finger, the Shaoshang Fiery Finger, seems to be somewhat similar to the legendary Six Meridians Divine Sword. The places where the internal force passes are all the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, but there are seven more acupoints along the way, and it is necessary to accumulate force in the acupoints before moving forward.

He looked at the drawings in the book again carefully.

After hesitating for a while, I felt a little itchy and decided to give it a try.

Although he didn't know whether he met those conditions, it didn't matter. He could now easily control the internal force in his Danhai. Even if he didn't, he could withdraw at any time.

Moreover, the voice in his mind once said that it would give him a special physique.

I wonder if there will be any difference in the practice methods.

Close your eyes and begin to mobilize the internal energy in your Danhai.

A human body, along with every meridian and acupoint on it, clearly appeared in my mind.

The internal force began to flow slowly upwards.

Zhongfu...Yunmen...Tianfu...Xiabai...Chize...

Ok?
Unconsciously, the internal force had already meandered upwards and reached Chize.

However, it is obvious that his internal strength is not enough.

After reaching Chize, it lost its strength and began to weaken. After wriggling and lingering in the same place for a while, it slowly retreated.

Finally, it returned to Danhai.

Luo Zijun opened his eyes and felt the meridians and acupoints that his internal force had just passed through. They were slightly warm and extremely comfortable.

He was secretly happy.

It seems that he can practice this set of skills.

As long as the internal strength is sufficient, it should be possible to successfully pass through those meridian acupoints and reach the thumb.

Although he will be leaving here soon, perhaps he can go back with these memories and try it in that world.

Of course, there are huge differences between the two worlds.

Perhaps, when I return to that world, I won’t even be able to cultivate my inner strength, let alone these skills.

"Hey……"

Thinking about his departure in a few days, and thinking about the memories that came to his mind on the way here just now, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

My heart is filled with loss, conflict, struggle and emptiness.

"Would you like to help me clean my shoes?"

At this time, Su Qingling's cold voice sounded behind him. Luo Zijun came back to his senses, ignored her, put away the book, stood up and said, "I'm going to wash my face."

I went to the backyard and drew a bucket of cool water from the well.

Then, he buried his entire cheek in the basin.

The cold well water instantly covered his entire cheek and cleared his mind.

While he was sticking his butt out and soaking his face in the water in the backyard, a slender hand suddenly stretched out from behind him. Two slender fingers pinched his butt and then twisted it hard.

"Wow!"

He raised his head from the basin in pain, raised his right leg and kicked behind him, but missed.

"hiss……"

He grimaced in pain and turned around with water stains on his face.

But there was nothing behind me.

He immediately wiped the water stains on his face with his sleeve and quickly walked into the house.

"Senior sister!"

Behind the counter, a cool young girl in a plain white dress was standing there, with her head lowered and a cold face, carefully calculating on an abacus.

Hearing this, she raised her head and looked at him, coldly and seriously asking, "What?"

Luo Zijun walked into the counter while rubbing his sore butt.

Su Qingling immediately picked up the thick rolling pin under the counter, her beautiful eyes cold and staring at him threateningly.

"Senior Sister, it really hurt just now."

"Well, let me pinch you gently, anywhere, and I'll forgive you."

Luo Zijun looked at her cold and beautiful face and cold and moving eyes, and thinking that he would be leaving here soon, he decided to be lenient with this girl.

"Hands, arms, shoulders, back, legs... feet, whatever, it's all fine, I'll just pinch it gently."

Luo Zijun rubbed his buttocks and said magnanimously.

Su Qingling narrowed her eyes, still holding the thick rolling pin tightly in her hand, stared at him for a while, and said, "You want to pinch my feet, right?"

Luo Zijun denied: "No, I said, you can pinch anywhere."

Su Qingling squinted her eyes and looked at him for a while, then suddenly raised a jade hand, picked up a strand of long black hair behind her, and handed it to him.

"..."

Luo Zijun suddenly laughed angrily, raised his fist and said, "Meat! I want to pinch the meat!"

Su Qingling thought for a moment, blinked her eyes, raised a slender jade finger, tapped her proudly erect chest, and said, "Here?"

Luo Zijun: “…”

"Senior sister, you are such a hooligan!"

Luo Zijun was completely defeated.

"Today's revenge will be forgotten tomorrow... Never mind, let it go with the wind. I am a real man, so I won't bother with Senior Sister. Just pinch me, it's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh."

He stepped back from the counter, showing a rare generosity.

Since we are all leaving, let senior sister take advantage of us.

"I'm going to clean the tub."

He went to the backyard, moved the bathtub out of the woodshed, and moved it to the well.

Then he brushed it carefully.

It probably won't be needed in the future.

Then brush it clean and put it here for the master or senior sister to use.

The sun shines into the courtyard.

The peach blossoms that were full of trees a few days ago have now all withered.

The faint fragrance is no longer there.

Luo Zijun squatted by the well, scrubbing the bathtub carefully.

At this moment, my heart is exceptionally peaceful.

Su Qingling appeared at the door at some point, looking at him quietly with a hint of suspicion between her brows.

at dusk.

Luo Zijun was about to go home. When he reached the door, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the cold girl at the counter. After looking for a while, he suddenly said, "Senior sister, you can use my bathtub in the future, but you are forbidden to pee in it."

After saying that, he waved and left.

The tall figure soon disappeared in the sunset outside, on the side of the street.

Su Qingling stood behind the counter for a while.

Then he walked out of the counter, went to the backyard, and looked at the bathtub.

The bathtub was clean and spotless.

At this moment, she suddenly discovered that there were several lines of beautiful small words carved on the inside of the bathtub with a dagger. If you didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to find.

But you can see it when you take a bath in it.

She was startled and looked intently.

The lines of small characters read: "Water lilies emerge from clear water, naturally without any decoration. They are so beautiful that they can make fishes sink to the bottom of their chests and geese drop to the ground, and the moon hides them in shame. How can they compare to my Senior Sister Ling'er's beauty and breasts that can dominate the world?"

The setting sun fills the courtyard.

The beautiful figure beside the bathtub, wearing a white dress, was elegant and pretty, standing there quietly for a long, long time.

When Su Dafang came back from outside carrying the medicine box, the bathtub in the backyard had disappeared.

The girl in the store also hid in the room.

Outside, night fell quietly.

When Luo Zijun returned home, her sister had already prepared dinner.

while eating.

My sister said happily, "The neighbors have all been notified, and the chef has been found. Everyone says Zijun is so lucky to have a wife... ahem, everyone is envious. Especially Aunt Wang, she gave me a lot of fruits and asked me to bring them back for Bai'er and Qing'er. Aunt Wang also said that she hopes Zijun can introduce one to her nephew."

Li Zhengshan also laughed and said, "Datou and the others have also been notified. Those guys are very curious about how my Zijun managed to trick people back with sweet words."

Luo Jiaorong rolled her eyes at him and said, "Does my Zijun need to be lied to? Look at his looks, look at his talent, so many girls... ahem, Bai'er, Qing'er, don't you agree?"

Bai Bai nodded shyly and glanced at someone.

Qingqing still had a tense look on her childish face and said nothing, like a silly little girl pretending to be mature.

Luo Zijun ate in silence without saying a word.

The happier his sister and brother-in-law were, the heavier and more conflicted he felt.

Luo Jiaorong glanced at him, her smile faded slightly, and after a moment of hesitation, she asked, "Zijun, you went to Bao'an Hall today. Did you tell Ling'er and your master?"

Luo Zijun paused and said, "Not yet."

Luo Jiaorong and Li Zhengshan looked at each other, and after a moment of silence, they said, "Ling'er... grew up with you. She's a nice person, but... a little fierce. When she was little, she was very domineering and often beat you. She also often came to your house to peek at you taking a bath. Sometimes when you took a nap at noon, she would secretly come over and sleep with you. She also liked to put her hands in your... Well, sister, actually, I like her very much, but..."

Li Zhengshan continued, "Ling'er and her grandfather are not from here. My brother-in-law checked and found nothing. Of course, this is nothing. The main thing is that her grandfather revealed that they will leave here in the future and will not live here for a long time."

Luo Jiaorong asked cautiously: "Zijun, you and Ling'er..."

Luo Zijun said calmly, "Sister, don't worry too much. I have always treated her as my senior sister. Don't worry about this matter. I will go and tell her in a few days."

Luo Jiaorong nodded and said nothing more.

Baibai suddenly blinked her big eyes and asked curiously, "Brother Zijun, who is Ling'er?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Luo Zijun finished his meal and left.

Baibai was stunned for a moment, then pouted her lips, feeling a little aggrieved.

When Luo Jiaorong saw this, she hurried to comfort him.

Luo Zijun came to the backyard, looked at the bright moon in the night sky, was stunned for a while, slowly stretched out his palm, touched the cold moonlight and breeze, and his five fingers slowly closed, as if trying to grasp something.

But my palms were empty, I had nothing to hold on to, and my heart was empty too.

The next day.

After breakfast, he took the new manuscript and went out to Tianxian Building.

A maid was already waiting in the alley next to her.

But not Beau.

When the maid saw him, she hurriedly said respectfully, "Master Luo, my mother asked me to wait for you here. I saw that my sister had already gotten up."

"Thank you."

Luo Zijun followed her and entered the Tianxian Building through the back door.

When Mother Liu saw him, she quickly left the other guests behind, came over with a smile on her face, greeted him enthusiastically, then twisted her waist and personally took him to the third floor.

"Mr. Luo, I have shown the poem you gave Shui Shui yesterday to the old gentlemen, and they all praised it highly. If you were not unwilling to reveal your identity, I'm afraid those old gentlemen would have come to find you. You don't know how excited those old gentlemen are..."

Luo Zijun listened quietly. When they reached the third floor, he suddenly said, "Mother Liu, if I compose a song for the poem I gave to Miss Shuishui and Miss Ziwei, I will write 'Jun Chu Jian' as the author's name."

"First time meeting you?"

Mother Liu was stunned for a moment, and repeated it several times in her mouth. She smiled meaningfully and said, "Mr. Luo really has a special liking for me when he first met me. Okay, I know, Mr. Luo, don't worry, I will never write other people's names on those poems. You are a scholar, so you naturally know that the talent gem can distinguish the real from the fake. Also, I promised you something, you can rest assured, I will release you immediately after the literary gatherings of the four brothels are over in a few days."

"Thank you, Mama Liu."

Luo Zijun bowed and thanked him.

Mother Liu smiled and patted his hands, saying, "Okay, Mr. Luo, I won't bother you anymore. Chu Jian heard last night that you were coming this morning, so he got up very early and is waiting for you in the room. Go quickly."

After saying this, she smiled attentively again and left with a twist of her waist.

"Master Luo, please."

The maid led the way in front.

Although he had been here many times before.

Luo Zijun took out the new stack of manuscripts from his sleeve and followed.

And at this time.

In the room, Liu Chujian, wearing a pink dress, was sitting quietly in front of the dressing table, staring at herself in the mirror in a daze.

On the table not far away, there was a bag of silver.

(End of this chapter)