He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 121 Pre-emptive Planning, Initiating the Attempt to Obtain a Title

Qin Chuan frowned involuntarily as he listened to their words.

The more I listened to these people, the more something seemed off, yet the more familiar they sounded.

The woman in the painting enters a dream, where she meets a beautiful woman.

Isn't this exactly the same situation he encountered back then?

That night, he also saw a woman in his dream. She was dressed in a thin gauze dress, her eyes were full of affection, and she sat on the edge of his bed, calling him "my lord".

However, he was very vigilant at the time and was not fooled. Late at night, a strange woman sitting on your bedside with disheveled clothes and calling you "my lord" is obviously a problem, and a big problem at that.

But he clearly remembered that the ghostly thing in his dream was killed by the tiger he had transformed into, and his "thug" profession was promoted to "ghost-suppressing villain" because of it.

Why are so many scholars at Xiangmanlou encountering the same thing?

Qin Chuan picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, his face calm, but his heart was churning with countless thoughts racing through his mind.

There are only two possibilities.

Either that thing didn't die at all, and he only killed a portion of them, while the rest are still hiding somewhere.

Either the ghost that entered the dream was not just one, and the one he killed was only one of them, while there were many more hidden.

But either way, it means that what he thought he had solved was only just beginning.

Qin Chuan shook his head, took a deep breath to calm himself down, and then began to sort out the ins and outs of the whole matter.

On the day he entered the dream, he met the wealthy merchant Wang and Zheng Ding, among others. After entering the dream, Zheng Ding suddenly became unusually persistent towards Xiaoxiaosheng. He first tried to make connections with him several times, and then spent a high price of one hundred taels of silver just to meet him in person. And what happened after they met?

It's just looking at a painting and then drawing a "couple's picture".

He sensed something strange about the deal back then, and coupled with Liu Rushi's advice to stay away from Zheng Ding...

After this thorough investigation, Qin Chuan was now 80-90% certain that the ghostly thing that entered his dream was inextricably linked to Zheng Ding.

He had his doubts before, but Zheng Ding had asked him to draw before, and there had been nothing unusual.

In addition, he killed the ghostly thing in the dream, so he didn't investigate it too much.

I thought that was the end of it, but unexpectedly, there was more to come.

As Qin Chuan was pondering, he suddenly heard the sound of string and wind instruments coming from the high platform in the main hall. The originally noisy voices immediately quieted down, and the scholars who were chatting and raising their cups put down their wine cups and turned their eyes to the high platform in unison.

Liu Rushi, veiled in a light gauze, walked up to the high platform.

She wore a moon-white long dress with a trailing hem, and a silver silk belt tied around her waist, accentuating her slender waist and showcasing her graceful figure. Her face was still covered by a light veil, revealing only her bewitching eyes.

To be honest, Qin Chuan had to admit that Liu Rushi was indeed beautiful, especially her foxy eyes, which seemed to hold a pool of spring water that could not be melted away. Just one glance was enough to make one feel that a thousand tender feelings had fallen into them.

Before she took the stage, many scholars stared at the portrait of the beauty in the hall, pointing and commenting.

But now, all their eyes were fixed on Liu Rushi.

The paintings of beautiful women hanging on the wall instantly lost their luster, like fireflies beside a candle whose light was completely swallowed up.

Liu Rushi then showcased her musical skills.

Her slender fingers danced across the strings, producing sounds that were sometimes like pearls falling onto a jade plate, and sometimes like a spring flowing among the pines.

When the music ended, the lingering sound still resonated, captivating the audience who applauded and cheered. After the performance, Liu Rushi, as usual, had her maid bring paper and brushes and placed them in front of the scholars, asking them to write poems and lyrics.

Qin Chuan looked at the paper in front of him, and then at Liu Rushi sitting on the stage playing the zither. Originally, he did not intend to write anything, but at this moment, a rather bold idea suddenly popped into his head.

Given the current situation, he will definitely have contact with that ghostly thing in his dream again in the future. Firstly, he personally killed one of them in the dream, and a grudge has already been formed. Secondly, that ghostly thing has also sent Zheng Ding to investigate, and it will come knocking on his door sooner or later.

Secondly, the medium through which these scholars entered their dreams all seemed to be his paintings of beautiful women.

Clearly, that freak sought out Xiaoxiaosheng for this very reason—he wanted him to paint.

They've probably given up on the idea for now, but they'll definitely come back for it later.

Since we're bound to clash sooner or later, instead of passively waiting, we might as well make a move in advance.

That ghostly thing wasn't human, and neither was Liu Rushi. Since neither of them were human, it would be perfect if they could be paired together.

Although Qin Chuan has the profession of "Ghost Suppressor Villain", it is naturally very good to have an extra layer of insurance.

He doesn't need to get involved himself; he can simply watch from the sidelines and wait until the two sides have fought to a standstill before stepping in to clean up the mess.

As for how to get these two sides aligned?

Naturally, it's about "seeking official recognition"!

Qin Chuan grinned, already having an idea.

The most important thing now is to get close to Liu Rushi and lower her guard before I can ask for a title.

Since you enjoy poetry, I'll write one for you.

While pondering, Qin Chuan picked up his brush and wrote down a poem.

Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful and beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing.

If it weren't for Qunyu Shantou, we would meet at Yaotai.

This poem is a famous work by the poet Li Bai, describing Yang Guifei, one of the Four Beauties of ancient China. Using it to give to that pair of foxy eyes should surely please her.

It praises her appearance without falling into the cliché of ordinary cosmetics, creating a lofty artistic conception and an elegant and graceful style.

The maids moved among the guests, collecting the poems written by everyone and carrying them up to the second floor.

The scholars in the hall unconsciously stopped talking and followed the stack of papers upstairs.

As was her usual custom, Liu Rushi would look through these poems one by one, and if she found one she liked, she would invite someone upstairs for a chat.

But this rule had been in place in Qinghe County for a long time, and she had never asked anyone for a favor.

Time passed slowly, but there was still no movement upstairs.

Several impatient scholars had already begun whispering among themselves. Some shook their heads and sighed, while others laughed self-deprecatingly, clearly having given up hope.

The scholar in the corner muttered to himself, "Looks like we've all been wiped out again. It's true, the threshold of Lady Liu's household is not so easy to cross."

Qin Chuan was not invited upstairs by Liu Rushi, and the reason was naturally quite simple.

It wasn't that Liu Rushi didn't like the poem, but rather that he was already in Liu Rushi's room.

Qin Chuan didn't want to become famous right now. If Liu Rushi invited him upstairs in front of everyone, it wouldn't be long before his name spread throughout Qinghe County. At that time, people would inevitably inquire about his background and origins, and everything would be thoroughly investigated.

He doesn't want to reveal his many identities to the public and attract unnecessary attention.

While everyone was still waiting for the maids to collect the poems, he took the poems he had written and went straight upstairs to the second floor.

Qiao'er was standing guard outside the beaded curtain when she saw him come up. She was a little surprised and asked, "Young Master Qin, what brings you up here?"

"Naturally, it's to present poems to Master Liu," Qin Chuan said, preparing to lift the beaded curtain and go inside.

Qiao'er quickly spread her arms to block them, saying, "No, you can't come in. Just give me the poems, and I'll let Miss take a look first. If she thinks they're good, then she can call you in."

Just as Qin Chuan finished speaking and was about to say something, Liu Rushi's voice came from inside, "Qiao'er, let Young Master Qin in."

Upon hearing this, Qiao'er pouted, somewhat dissatisfied, but still obediently stepped aside and stood to the side, her eyes still glaring at Qin Chuan.

When Qin Chuan lifted the curtain and entered, Liu Rushi was leaning against the soft couch, glancing at him sideways with her foxy eyes, a half-smile playing on her lips.

Upon seeing him enter, Liu Rushi removed the veil from her face, revealing her exquisite features: her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, and her lips were naturally red.

"Everyone else is patiently waiting downstairs, but you, Young Master Qin, have come uninvited." She tossed her veil aside, her tone carrying a hint of coquettish reproach. "Aren't you afraid of being gossiped about?"

"I was scared." Qin Chuan readily admitted, sitting down on the bamboo couch opposite her, and casually handing her the paper he had written. "So I came up first before they could react. Anyway, after you see this poem, you'll probably still ask me to come up, so I'm just saving you a step and saving myself some trouble."

Just then, Qiao'er walked in from outside, carrying a stack of poems in her arms. They were clearly poems written by the scholars in the main hall: "Miss, where should I put these poems?"

Liu Rushi casually pointed to the unused low table in the corner, but her gaze never left Qin Chuan's face and body:

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"Just leave it there."

"Miss, won't you take a look?" Qiao'er put down the poem as instructed, her face showing a hint of doubt as she turned her head.

Having followed Liu Rushi for so long, she knew that although her young mistress did not easily meet people, she would always read through the poems and lyrics presented by these scholars.

Liu Rushi kept staring at Qin Chuan, her foxy eyes sparkling, a smile spreading from the corners of her eyes to her lips, her voice softer and gentler than before: "With Young Master Qin's poems, why should I need to look at others'?"

Qiao'er paused for a moment, looked at her young mistress, then at Qin Chuan who remained expressionless beside her, opened her mouth as if to say something, but swallowed it back in the end and silently retreated outside the curtain.

Qin Chuan looked at Liu Rushi: "Master Liu, do you value me that much?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Rushi's foxy eyes curved slightly, their allure rippling like gentle waves: "Among the scholars in the hall, dozens of poems and lyrics, I didn't even glance at them before setting them all aside. And yet, Young Master Qin, knowing my favoritism, still asks me if I value you?"

She tilted her head slightly, a hint of resentment in her eyes. She reached out and covered her eyes with a silk handkerchief, her words full of grievance: "If I didn't value you, Qiao'er would have kicked you out long ago for your uninvited and reckless behavior."

Seeing this, Qin Chuan naturally knew that she was faking it. Last time, she almost made him willingly become a poetry writing tool by using this tearful expression.

Even knowing it was an act, the shimmering tears in those foxy eyes still made one's heart soften uncontrollably.

"I am well aware of Lady Liu's intentions." Qin Chuan stepped forward, gently took Liu Rushi's hand, and said sincerely, "This poem was written especially for you."

Liu Rushi's hand stiffened slightly as he held it in his palm.

She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but then she remembered that it had happened the last time. As soon as she pulled her hand away, the man turned and ran, carrying his painting box faster than a rabbit, leaving her staring blankly at the empty room for a long time.

Well then, let him hold it this time, as a way of thanking him for the poem.

She lowered her head slightly, letting his palm cover the back of her hand, only her ears were faintly tinged with a blush.

"Please take a look at the poems I wrote, everyone."

As Qin Chuan spoke, he picked up the manuscript of poetry from the table and handed it to her.

Liu Rushi took it and, looking at the words on it, couldn't help but read them aloud: "The clouds remind me of her clothes... If not for the jade... we would meet under the moon."

After reading it, Liu Rushi could naturally tell the quality of the poem. This poem was by no means an ordinary work; it was expansive in scope and rich in diction. It could definitely be called the work of a master. If she could bind this poem to herself, the literary energy that would gather would definitely wash away the beastly nature in her body and even enhance her spirituality.

Liu Rushi looked at Qin Chuan, her foxy eyes losing some of their allure for the first time, replaced by a cautious anticipation. Even her voice unconsciously softened: "Young Master Qin, this poem—was it truly written for me?"

"Of course, if not for you, then for whom?" Qin Chuan nodded, trying his best to maintain his composure. In secret, to resist Liu Rushi's allure, he almost pinched his thigh until it bled. "The name of this poem is 'Qingping Tune, Presented to Rushi'."

Upon hearing this, Liu Rushi's foxy eyes shimmered with tears: "Young Master!"

Qin Chuan saw this and thought to himself that the time was right.

He sighed heavily, and Liu Rushi, seeing this, quickly asked, "Why did you sigh, young master?"

"Ms. Liu, actually I—" Qin Chuan paused halfway through his sentence, shifting his gaze from her face to the window, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. "Never mind, let's not talk about it."

This seemingly tactical statement, "Let's not talk about it," only intensified Liu Rushi's curiosity.

She leaned forward instinctively, her tone tinged with genuine urgency: "Young master, please speak freely."

Qin Chuan remained silent for a while before slowly beginning to recount his origins and background, embellishing the details as he did so. He then inadvertently revealed that he was currently in a perilous situation, surrounded by enemies on all sides.

Liu Rushi listened quietly, the allure in her foxy eyes long gone. To be honest, she hadn't expected this young man to have such a past and experiences, which reminded her of the hardships she had endured when she first took human form.

Unbeknownst to her, a hint of tenderness appeared in Liu Rushi's eyes.

She reached out and gently grasped Qin Chuan's wrist, saying softly, "Young master, there's no need to belittle yourself. To have come this far from such circumstances is already beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"This is the moment I've been waiting for!" Qin Chuan raised his head and looked at Liu Rushi. He was about to ask for a title when he realized something. This thing wasn't human, so he should check its luck first to avoid a backlash.

Immediately, Qin Chuan also quickly activated his passive skill "Qi Perception" and focused his attention on Liu Rushi.

But on her forehead, a bright red aura shone through, like the morning glow reflecting on snow, a sign of great fortune.