Having studied for a hundred years, why do you call me the Martial Saint?

Viola yedoensis is bitter, pungent, and cold in nature.

It can clear heat and detoxify, cool the blood and reduce swelling. It can also relieve boils, carbuncles, erysipelas, and red, swollen, and painful eyes... This plant has shallow and short roots, dull flowers, and grows in damp places. Its medicinal properties are relatively weak, and it is not a top-grade product...

This feeling is quite peculiar.

As Gu Shuxian stared at the plant, its name, properties, effects, common growing locations, and the merits and demerits of this particular plant naturally came to mind.

He couldn't help but look at another plant.

Plantain, also known as Niuyi or Dangdao, is cold in nature and sweet in taste.

It can clear heat and promote diuresis, and relieve dampness and promote urination... It often grows in damp places such as roadsides, field ridges, and ditches... This plant is yellow, and the edges are dry and curled, so it is not of superior quality...

Gu Shuxian was inwardly amazed.

I feel like I've suddenly become a herbal medicine expert!

This talent is truly unparalleled!

The only regret is that we haven't found any valuable medicinal herbs since this morning.

Plantago asiatica, mugwort, and dandelion, although they have medicinal value, are not valuable.

I'm afraid the good medicinal herbs have already been picked clean by the patrol teams.

Thinking of this, Gu Shuxian shook his head regretfully.

After another half hour of swaying, the sky gradually darkened.

"Alright, it's getting late, let's call it a day," Qian Le said.

Gu Shuxian nodded, but in his heart he was thinking.

Harvesting mountain produce is really troublesome. After working so hard for so long, I don't even know if I can earn half an ounce. Yesterday, I made an ounce from murdering and looting a corpse. That was really satisfying...

Thinking of this, Gu Shuxian shook his head violently, quickly suppressing the dangerous thought.

Avoid arrogance and impetuosity.

If you can proceed steadily and surely, don't take risks.

The three carefully wrapped the mountain goods in oilcloth and hid them in a crevice in the rocks. Carrying a basket of mountain goods on their backs was too conspicuous.

After getting ready, the three of them went to the kitchen one after the other, pretending to be nonchalant.

After finishing their meal, Qian Le and Gu Shuxian went ahead and returned to Jiazi Courtyard.

As Gu Shuxian pushed open the creaking wooden door, his steps suddenly stopped.

The room was a complete mess.

To be precise, the bedding on his bunk was in a complete mess.

The pillow was lying on the floor, with a dirty shoe print on it.

Scattered pieces of paper lay on the floor.

Shredded paper?

Gu Shuxian's pupils contracted.

He quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and tremblingly picked up the fragments.

The disciple's code of conduct and the herbal record bought for five taels of silver were all torn to shreds!

"Oh, our scholars are back?"

A strange, sarcastic voice rang out; who else could it be but Wang Biao?

"Your bed is such a mess! Let me tidy it up for you, no need to thank me!"

Gu Shuxian stood still, without moving.

Clench your fist.

He feared he wouldn't be able to control his rage and would kill the man!

Wang Biao seemed quite pleased with Gu Shuxian's display of anger, and smugly shouted:

"What, you still want to fight...?"

"Fuck your grandma!"

Suddenly, Qian Le, who was standing to the side, launched an attack. His eyes turned red, and he threw a punch at Wang Biao's face.

Wang Biao was completely unprepared for Qian Le's attack. He was hit squarely on the bridge of his nose with a punch, screamed, fell backward, and blood gushed from his nose.

"Qian Le? Are you crazy?!"

Wang Biao covered his nose, his face full of disbelief. He couldn't understand why Qian Le was so angry when he was the one bullying Gu Shuxian.

Qian Le was not about to give up. He had completely lost his mind and pounced on Wang Biao, straddling him.

Use both hands.

boom! boom! boom!

His fists rained down like raindrops!

"Do you even know how much that book costs?!"

"Five taels! Five taels of silver!"

"I've been saving this up for a year! And you just tear it up like that?!"

With each curse, Qian Le threw a punch, his eyes bloodshot and his voice trembling, looking as if he wanted to devour Wang Biao alive!

Wang Biao's face was covered in blood as he struggled desperately, shouting and cursing:

"You dare hit me, you surnamed Qian?! Wait till Senior Brother Zhao gets back, you'll be sorry!"

As he spoke, he began to fight back. After all, Wang Biao often followed Zhao Kui to practice martial arts, and his strength was a notch above Qian Le's. He was starting to gain the upper hand!

Gu Shuxian stopped watching and stepped forward, stomping on Wang Biao's struggling right hand!

The force was so great that Wang Biao let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered!

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! You dare, you surnamed Gu!"

Gu Shuxian stared coldly, remaining silent, and increased the force of his footwork by three points.

Wang Biao's screams attracted the attention of the other servants and disciples from the other rooms.

A crowd quickly gathered at the entrance, whispering and discussing among themselves.

It's unclear who summoned the steward.

"What are you doing?! What are you all doing gathered here?!"

A stern rebuke came from outside the crowd, and the onlookers quickly made way for him.

A middle-aged man in his forties walked in; he was overweight and dressed in a gray butler's uniform.

Sun Desheng, the steward of the Jiazi Courtyard!

Sun Desheng's gaze swept over the mess on the ground, then over the three people.

"What happened?"

Upon seeing the steward arrive, Gu Shuxian and Qian Le quickly got off Wang Biao.

Qian Le took a breath and was about to speak when Wang Biao interrupted, crying out:

"Deacon, you must stand up for me! They started it! I was just joking with Junior Brother Gu, and that guy surnamed Qian went berserk and beat me up! Look at my face, and my hands, I can barely lift them!"

Wang Biao's face was swollen like a pig's head. Pointing to his half-crippled arm, he cried and complained with snot and tears streaming down his face.

Sun Desheng glanced at him expressionlessly, didn't reply, but repeated himself:

"What happened?"

But this time, the focus was definitely on Qian Le.

Qian Le suddenly realized what was happening and quickly spoke up:

"Sir, Wang Biao tore up my junior brother's book! We paid a high price for that book, and he just tore it up for no reason, and even provoked us!"

Sun Desheng nodded, then turned to face the crowd.

"Can someone tell me what happened?"

The crowd was quiet for a moment, then soon began to chatter amongst themselves.

"It was indeed Wang Biao who tore the book first, and only then did they start attacking..."

"No...it seems like Wang Biao struck first..."

"It seems so, I saw it too..."

Wang Biao was a tyrannical and domineering man who was unpopular.

Even if some people want to be Zhao Kui's sycophants, it doesn't mean they want to be Wang Biao's sycophants.

Wang Biao turned pale upon hearing this.

"You're all talking nonsense! You're all ganging up on me to frame me!"

Sun Desheng waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

He glanced at the three of them again.

One of them was Wang Biao, whom I didn't know very well, but I heard he was quite arrogant.

The other party was Qian Le, who often gave him gifts during holidays.

He had a general understanding of the cause and course of events.

Once you have a clear understanding of right and wrong, you will have a better grasp of them.

"What should be done if someone damages another person's property?" Sun Desheng asked slowly.

Wang Biao was stunned, and stammered as he spoke:

"Deacon, steward, they were the ones who started the fight..."

Sun Desheng stood with his hands behind his back and said coldly:

"Damaging other people's property requires compensation and a demerit."

"But you show no remorse or willingness to make amends. You cause trouble all the time, and keeping you on the mountain is just a hindrance."

"Someone, pack his things and send him down the mountain!"