I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 90: A True Hero! [Monthly Pass Plus]

Pei Shengbai was holding a falling osmanthus flower in his hand, and tea was brewing in the pot in front of him, with the aroma filling the air.

But he didn't drink the tea, but his eyes were looking at Pei Xiu, who was sitting at the same table, intentionally or unintentionally.

Sitting with him was Lu Weiming from the Shangyuan Lu Family. At this moment, Lu Weiming was holding a cup in his hand and sipping the tea in it.

After drinking the cup, Lu Weiming put the cup on the table and was about to reach out to pour tea.

Pei Shengbai, who was standing by, suddenly held his hand and said to Pei Xiu, "Pei Xiu, pour the tea."

Pei Xiu was holding a book in his hand and reading with his head down. When he heard Pei Shengbai's words, his expression did not change at all. He did not even look up at Pei Shengbai who intended to humiliate him. He just picked up the teapot and poured tea for the two of them.

The calligraphy book "Viewing the Sixteen Ideas of Liu Yuangu" in his hand had already turned yellow, but Pei Xiu still took great care of it. After pouring the tea, his fingers were stained with tea stains, and he even wiped them on the corner of the table, for fear that the tea stains would damage the calligraphy book.

Pei Shengbai's eyes became even gloomier when he saw this.

Lu Weiming on the side suddenly smiled and said to Pei Shengbai: "Your Pei family has a great reputation and is listed as one of the six surnames of Dayu together with my Lu family, but there are still descendants of the Pei family teaching in the Imperial Academy. It is not even a doctor of the Imperial College, but is wasting time in the four halls. It really does not make sense.

As the elder brother, didn't you help to plan something?"

Pei Shengbai didn't bother to look at Pei Xiu, but snorted coldly: "Pei Xiu is rebellious, he can't stand the rules of the clan, and can't stand the hardship at home. After being ordered around by my brother for a few times, he stiffened his neck, picked up his bag and left the house.

Now he is teaching in the Imperial College, which is his own livelihood. Who can say anything about it?"

Lu Weiming smiled and said, "Your Pei family's rules are lax. If it were my Lu family, we would just get rid of the younger generation who rebelled. How could we break the rules and let the younger generation be so unruly? It would damage the family tradition."

Pei Shengbai said nothing, but just turned his head to look at Pei Xiu.

But Pei Xiu still sat at the table, still turning the pages of the book, as if he didn't want to pay attention to such a person.

As a result, Pei Shengbai became even angrier.

He casually picked up a few pieces of calligraphy that Pei Xiu had just written, glanced at them, and then picked out another piece of calligraphy from them.

Lu Weiming leaned over to take a look, and saw that the calligraphy was the same piece of "Song of Water Melody" that Chen Zhian had written in Yinhe Tower not long ago.

Lu Weiming smiled and shook his head: "It seems that birds of a feather flock together.

Pei Xiu actually quite likes Chen Zhian’s poems.”

Pei Shengbai nodded and said, "When I think about it carefully, the two have some similarities. Chen Zhian's mother was not around when he was young, and he lived with his father alone. But later I heard that his father also left, leaving him alone in Sunan Prefecture, so he had no choice but to come to Xuantianjing to make a living."

"As for my cousin, his mother passed away at an early age, and because his mother was a concubine, he was the concubine's son. His father did not value my cousin, but he often looked after him, after all, he was his own blood."

"But later, his father died of illness, and Pei Xiu was ostracized by his biological elder brother. He had no choice but to pack up and come to Xuan Tianjing, hoping to get some of the Pei family's assets in Xuan Tianjing."

Pei Shengbai spoke slowly.

The smile on Lu Weiming's face became more intense, and he nodded and said, "In this case, the situations of these two people are similar. They are both poor people who came to Xuantianjing to make a living.

It's a pity that Chen Zhi'an does have some talent. He was able to write this song "Water Melody". If he enters the officialdom in the future, I'm afraid he will have a good starting point... But I heard that he has a bad temper and is not close to his maternal elders. He even wrote poems and essays that bring him a bad reputation.

I'm afraid that in the end I will end up like you, my cousin, and can only teach in the Imperial Academy."

Pei Shengbai laughed: "That's good, the two of you are of the same mind, so you can respond to the same voice and seek the same goal."

The two men intended to humiliate Pei Xiu and said a lot of things in a row.

Pei Xiu, who had been reading a book and ignoring the two of them, couldn't help but look up.

He frowned, and finally some anger flashed in his eyes, and said: "Brother Pei, the reason why I left Pei Manor is that the five shops allocated to me by the clan were all occupied by good brothers like Brother Pei. Now I am a lonely person in the clan. The eldest brother is unwilling to support me, and the other elders also turn a blind eye.

In addition, Brother Pei humiliated me wantonly, so I had no choice but to come out and seek a living."

"But now that more than a year has passed, Brother Pei continues to humiliate me. Why is that?"

"Since the Pei family is unwilling to take care of me, I don't complain or get angry. What's wrong with supporting myself?"

Pei Xiu frowned, his eyes were calm, but there was some questioning in his tone.

Pei Shengbai probably had not expected that Pei Xiu would dare to be so presumptuous, and was stunned for a moment.

Instead, Lu Weiming clapped his hands and laughed, pointing at Pei Shengbai and saying, "Look, even this poor concubine's son dares to point at your face and scold you, Pei Shengbai!"

Pei Shengbai took a deep breath, suppressed the blush on his face, and said softly to Pei Xiu: "My Pei family needs to be respectable. Pei Xiu, you can teach in the Imperial Academy, but you can't teach books in the four academies. You can go to the National Academy or the Imperial College to teach, and no one will stop you."

"Tomorrow, you will go to the Imperial College and resign your doctoral position. Otherwise, I will write a letter back to my clan and ask the elders of the clan to send a letter to the Imperial College's chief priest. By then, the Pei family will have dignity, but I'm afraid you, Pei Xiu, will lose your dignity."

Pei Shengbai spoke slowly.

He sat in the pavilion with an expressionless face.

Being embarrassed in front of Lu Weiming seemed to make him extremely angry.

Pei Xiu put away the book in his hand and stood up. He looked at Pei Shengbai very seriously, suddenly shook his head, and then turned to leave.

"Why are you shaking your head?" Pei Sheng asked with white hair.

Pei Xiu stopped walking, turned around and said, "I just feel deeply ashamed for my brother."

“My brother was not valued in the clan, so he had to come to Xuantianjing to take care of some ordinary businesses like me.

It can be seen that seeing that I am also not valued in the clan, my brother did not think of taking care of me, but was arrogant and humiliated me wantonly, probably wanting to vent his anger on me. "

Pei Shengbai frowned, with a hint of anger rising in his eyes: "Okay, get out of here."

Pei Xiu still stood there and continued, "In order to humiliate me, you even mentioned my past mother and father today, and even humiliated Lord Chen who had nothing to do with this matter. You want to use these three people as a foil to make me bow down to you, to make me submit to you, to return to the manor, to let you beat and scold me, to wag my tail and beg for mercy from you, so that you can regain some dignity.

But such behavior is really not in line with the teachings of the elders that a gentleman should do and should not do as we are taught by our family elders. "

"Brother, you should reflect on yourself."

"Enough!" Pei Shengbai opened his mouth, but had to lower his voice for fear of disturbing Princess Linglong in the palace.

Pei Xiu's long-accumulated anger seemed to burst out completely, and he refused to give in, saying: "Besides, as for this seventh-rank doctor of the Fourth Hall, I don't think it will hurt the reputation of the Pei family.

For example, I am a mere seventh-rank doctor, but I was invited by Princess Linglong because I have a special skill."

"But the reason why my brother can come here is because my brother Pei Yuan, who was invited by Princess Linglong, is too busy to do anything, and he was afraid of losing manners, so he sent you here to serve as a foil... So... who is the one who is disgraced?"

Pei Shengbai stood up angrily and was about to speak.

Suddenly, there was the sound of applause from a distance.

Pei Shengbai turned his head and looked over. His expression suddenly changed. He lowered his head and said, "Brother."

The person who came was a man of about twenty-three or twenty-four, wrapped in a black brocade robe with the corners fluttering in the wind. He had a stern face, a high nose bridge, facial features as hard as steel, and a look of determination in his eyes. He looked like a man of character.

The person who came was Pei Yuan from the Pei family. He was not one of the six surnames who were exiled to the capital, but the Pei family's liaison in the capital. Just like Xie You from the Xie family, he was an extremely extraordinary person. His name was also on the Young Tiger List, and was ranked at the top.

"Pei Xiu, what you said is quite right."

Pei Yuan walked into the pavilion and glanced at Lu Weiming, who shrank his neck and bowed respectfully. Pei Yuan picked up a piece of ink and brush and his eyes suddenly changed. He said, "Write another piece of calligraphy. If it's good, I'll make the decision and let you return to the Pei family. I'll also return all the five shops to you."

Pei Xiu thought about it, then suddenly stepped forward and picked up the pen.

Chen Zhian walked out of the main hall and was thinking about whose poem he should write to suit the occasion.

Suddenly, he saw a few more figures in the small pavilion where he was just now.

Among these people there were the two who had just looked at Pei Xiu coldly, and there was also a tall, heroic man who was looking down at Pei Xiu as he wrote.

Pei Xiu is writing again?

Chen Zhian immediately became interested. He walked into the pavilion and looked over, only to see that Pei Xiu had already started writing.

"The thunder shook the sky, and the fire shone brightly across the sky.

The sword dances with the spiritual energy, and its shadow opens with the red clouds.

The majestic spirit rushes into the starry sky, and the majestic figure breaks through the mist.

Where Changge wields his sword, the world is given new colors! "

Pei Xiu's writing momentum is sometimes like a violent storm, his brush moves like dragons and snakes, with strokes running freely and crisscrossing like thousands of horses galloping, and the ink color on the paper creates a majestic atmosphere.

For Chen Zhian, all this was just a spectacle.

But as Chen Zhian watched, he saw something else in it.

Pei Xiu held the wolf hair lightly in his hand, like a soldier drawing his sword ready to fire. Suddenly, the tip of the brush fell, just like a sharp sword coming out of its sheath, and the sharp aura rushed towards him.

One wave after another of shapeless strokes of the pen gallops freely and unrestrainedly through it, one after another.

The pen in his hand was like a long sword, and the thick strokes were like the whistling tip of a sword, with tremendous force.

Sometimes it is like the tip of a dagger, light and agile, and the slender part is just like the tip of the sword lightly touching the water surface, causing ripples!
"It's almost sword power... but it's still a little short."

Chen Zhian stared at the calligraphy intently, and felt the sword energy in his body surge and move, echoing with the waves of brush strokes.

When he saw Pei Xiu's calligraphy, he actually saw some clues. The Eight Du Beiqu sword force that he had cultivated seemed to have improved further, and he was about to develop the fifth or sixth level of sword force.

But Pei Xiu had already finished writing the words with anger in his heart, and the sword force that was about to take shape suddenly stopped, and ultimately, the sword force was never fully revealed.

But Pei Xiu pursed his lips tightly, looked stubborn, and put down the pen in his hand.

"Good!" Pei Yuan suddenly nodded and said, "Such a good calligraphy, actually using the sword as the pen, with a subtle momentum. At your age, you will surely achieve something in the future!"

"No... not good enough."

Chen Zhian suddenly interrupted Pei Yuan.

Pei Shengbai and Lu Weiming on the side frowned and turned to look at Chen Zhian. Pei Shengbai even subconsciously wanted to scold him.

Chen Zhian did not give them a chance, but said: "It is true that the sword is used in the writing, and the momentum is formed faintly. There is also pleasure and sharpness in the writing. It is true that... it is not smooth enough, and it contains a kind of unfairness, which is difficult to completely transform into sword momentum."

Lu Weiming and Pei Shengbai looked at each other, and Pei Shengbai frowned and said, "My brother Pei Yuan from the Pei family is here... Don't make random comments..."

"What do you think, sir?" Pei Yuan looked at Pei Shengbai coldly and said, "How do you express your indignation?"

Chen Zhian said: "It is nothing more than nurturing one's spirit and eliminating past grievances, and then one will naturally be able to release them. However, this will take two to three years."

"Besides that...whose poem is this?"

Pei Xiu bowed and saluted Chen Zhian: "It is Xu Yuchan's "Nine Gai Sword Song of Thunder and Fire". This poem helps me to build up my power. Although I have never met the great creator Xu Yuchan, I am already considered his disciple."

"This poem is helpful to you... In this case, please write another calligraphy." Chen Zhian said softly.

Pei Xiu immediately picked up his pen.

Chen Zhian knocked lightly on the table: "I have been sharpening my sword for ten years, but I have never tried the frosty blade."

Pei Yuan, Pei Shengbai and Lu Weiming on the side all had changed expressions.

Pei Xiu picked up the pen, and the powerful force of his brush moved freely on the paper, the words hitting the paper were like hammering on a heavy anvil, the tip of the pen was like a blade, tempered by thousands of hammers. The strokes of his brush were like the quenching of a sword blank, combining hardness and softness, and like sharpening a sword with water, slowly nourishing the blade.

Ready to go!
"Good poem, good calligraphy!" Pei Yuan couldn't help but admire.

Someone in the palace also came to report: "Princess Linglong, Mr. Chen has already written a poem."

Chen Zhian was still standing in the pavilion, pointing at the gate and knocking on the table again, and finally said: "Today I will show you, who has something unfair?"

The poem has twists and turns, and the forbearance and accumulation of many years are expressed so decisively and frankly, and the heroic spirit is suddenly born, and the ambition of a man who has been sharpening his sword for ten years is all written into this line of poetry.

Pei Xiu's body was shaking as he wrote, and tears were streaming down his eyes, but the hand holding the pen was still as steady as a rock.

Land on the ground, write, and all the resentment will go away.

The sword is ready!

Pei Yuan's expression changed drastically. He looked at Chen Zhian and asked in his heart, "Who is this person?"

Chen Zhian looked down at the amazing sword force that emerged from nothing, and felt that his own sword force was already surging, layer after layer.

Pei Xiu bowed deeply to Chen Zhian, and handed over the wolf-hair brush in his hand, saying: "Mr. Chen, I dare not give my name to such a poem. Please leave your name."

Chen Zhian took the brush and started writing as well.

Just like the rising tide!

Just like the ink surging like the tide!
Just like a sudden rise of waves!

Just like waves hitting rocks, unpredictable!
One layer covers another, one layer presses upon another.

The knife moves were also described, but the brushwork was not as good as Pei Xiu's, but it still contained a strong sense of the knife moves.

Layer after layer.

The knife's force goes straight to eight or nine levels!

"Chen Zhian..."

Pei Yuan looked up and said sincerely: "What a chivalrous man."

Pei Shengbai and Lu Weiming also wanted to look at the name written by Chen Zhian.

"Don't look at it, both of you." Pei Xiu suddenly said, "The ink is like a knife, I'm afraid it will hurt your eyes."

ps: Yesterday's monthly ticket was added