Martial Arts Crossover: Infiltrating a Girls' Chat Group at the Start

The song may have ended, but its impact will undoubtedly be tremendous.

Ying Zheng looked at Yue Shan, "Elder Yue, shall we go in and take a look?"

Yue Shan said, "The prince's matter is of utmost importance."

Ying Zheng is Ying Zheng after all; he won't let this little episode stop him for too long.

He led his team forward, and judging by the direction, they were heading out of the city.

Meanwhile, in the capital, Su Shi was about to leave the pass.

Outside the inn, a large number of scholars had gathered, including Tang Bohu.

The innkeeper even prepared writing materials, hoping to request a piece of calligraphy.

Such a large-scale incorporation of quotations is a rare sight, even after several years.

Chapter 157 Advanced Modes of Transportation

After absorbing the literary energy that had surged into his body, Su Shi emerged from seclusion.

For some reason, despite gaining such a huge benefit, he felt somewhat uneasy.

After leaving the room, his father and brother's behavior confirmed his suspicions.

"Zizhan (elder brother), quickly show us what a masterpiece you have written."

"A masterpiece for all time, me?" Su Shi pointed to himself.

“That’s good.” Su Xun said, “The inn is now surrounded by people who want to see it for themselves. Let your father take a look first.”

Su Shi understood what his bad feeling was and said, "I didn't!" He felt a little confused. "I was in my room, reading well, and suddenly the literary talent came out of nowhere. I don't know how it came about."

Su Xun laughed and said, "Zizhan, stop joking around. Let us see quickly. The literary spirit in this world never makes mistakes. You must have created some masterpiece. Don't be modest. Excessive modesty is not good."

“That’s right, that’s right. Why keep it a secret, brother? Let me see it for myself.” Su Zhe said.

"I really haven't," Su Shi said helplessly, stepping aside to let the two of them in. "Father and Ziyou are welcome to come in and check. I really haven't created any masterpieces."

The two were puzzled for a moment, then went inside, and indeed did not see the calligraphy.

If Su Shi had truly memorized it, the literary talent in his first calligraphy work would have been impossible to conceal.

They asked in surprise, "Then what's going on?"

"I didn't know either!" Su Shi said helplessly. For the first time, he felt that being filled with literary talent was not a good thing, especially when he learned that there was a crowd of people gathered outside the inn.

He has now refined his literary energy, but the rich aura of literary energy surrounding him cannot be concealed.

"What should we do now?" Su Xun said, "There are quite a few classmates gathered outside the door. They probably won't believe us if we explain it like this."

"Why don't you compose a poem on the spot, brother?" Su Zhe suggested.

Su Shi glanced at his younger brother and said, "Do you think I am the Sage of Poetry or the Sage of Lyrics? How could I possibly create such a masterpiece that evokes such a vast literary spirit?"

Su Xun and Su Zhe exchanged a glance, scratching their heads for a moment.

Su Zhe asked, "But now, how are we going to explain this to our classmates outside the door?"

Su Shi said, "Let me tell you the truth."

He looked like he was going to his death, opened the door and walked out.

"They're out! They're out!"

"Brother Zizhan, quickly show us your calligraphy."

The noise was loud and boisterous, and the atmosphere was very enthusiastic.

Su Shi felt a chill run down his spine. "My lords, I am truly sorry. I am honored by your kind words, but I am afraid I will have to disappoint you all now."

"Brother Zizhan, is there something you can't say about it?" Tang Bohu had the highest reputation among the crowd, after all, he was the leader of the Four Great Talents of Jiangnan and the top scholar in the provincial examination, and his reputation was well-known.

Now, three other talented men have gathered around him, making him a representative of the crowd.

Su Shi said, "Actually, I am also a bit confused. Beforehand, I was studying in my room when I suddenly felt a surge of literary energy, so I could only refine it first. As for the so-called masterpiece, there really is none. I hope my fellow brothers will understand."

Tang Bohu joked, "Brother Zizhan, that's not right. How could this literary aura bestowed upon you for no reason? Could it be that heaven and earth have made a mistake?"

He pointed to the sky with his folding fan.

“Yes, Brother Su.” Zhu Zhishan’s voice was amusing. “Good things should always be shared! Like me, every time I buy erotic pictures, I’ve let you borrow them, haven’t I?”

"Hmph, Zhu Zhishan, you have disgraced scholars." An old Confucian scholar glared angrily at Zhu Zhishan.

Zhu Zhishan looked at him, "Scholar Fan, I almost forgot, I didn't share it with you. But, judging from your age, you probably don't need it anymore!"

"Brother Zhu, be serious." Tang Bohu was unusually serious for once.

After being teased by Zhu Zhishan, Su Shi had already figured out how to explain, and said, "If you all don't believe me, you are welcome to come and see for yourselves. If a masterpiece is born, I can't hide it, can I?"

Since Su Shi has said so, it would be unreasonable for others not to believe him.

But compared to his words, these students were more inclined to believe that the literary energy between heaven and earth would not gather without reason.

So they sent a representative to let Tang Bohu go in and take a look.

Tang Bohu went inside and took a look, and indeed there were no literary works or calligraphy left behind.

Only Su Shi himself still possessed a strong literary aura.

Tang Bohu walked out of the courtyard and shook his head at the group of students.

Everyone was very puzzled.

Su Shi said, "I am perhaps just a lucky one. It is because the fortune of heaven and earth is on our side that we Confucianism has received such a gift from heaven. I am fortunate to be blessed by heaven!"

Upon hearing this, the others' eyes lit up. "If that's the case, then it makes sense."

“Yes, yes, this time the fortune of heaven and earth belongs to our Confucianism.”

Before they knew it, the group had started talking about how to govern the country using Confucian principles, and then they criticized current problems and proposed solutions to certain issues.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, people were not punished for their words. As long as they did not publicly declare that they were plotting a rebellion, no official would care.

Of course, if a feasible method is proposed and collected, the person will be summoned by the emperor.

The topic veered off course like that.

However, Chang'an is not too far from the capital, and a masterpiece like "Shuidiao Getou" will surely arrive in the capital in no more than half a month.

At that time, Su Shi's name will be known throughout the world, but I wonder how he will explain it then.

Nighttime, Chang'an City, Tianxin Pavilion.

Shang Xiufang had already packed her luggage and was preparing to set off with Lin Zhu tomorrow. She had someone deliver a message to Yue Shan, something she always did whenever she left Chang'an.

Li Xiuning also packed her luggage, pretending to make a bundle.

Song Yuzhi was in no condition; she spent a long time packing, bringing several bundles, and even rented a motorized vehicle at the Mo Family Post Station.

The Mo Family Post Station, a machine-driven vehicle, can automatically absorb and circulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth with just a little bit of true energy input, at a very fast and stable speed.

And it comes with its own innate coachman.

The price is a bit high, though; it still costs 100 taels of silver to travel from Chang'an to Taiyuan.

Of course, there are other modes of transportation available.

Mechanical bird, private charter, one thousand taels of silver.

Besides the Mohists, the Gongshu School and the Agricultural School were also doing this business.

The Mohists valued comfort and stability, while the Gongshu School was more impulsive and focused on speed.

As for comfort or discomfort, they don't care about that.

Farmers mainly tame large wild animals to transport passengers.

Those with less skill mostly raise horses. The top-tier ones, on the other hand, do business in the sky, raising giant birds of prey, which are also very fast.

This type of transportation is generally only affordable for wealthy people.

In this world, most ordinary people will never stray too far from their birthplace in their lifetime.

Chapter 158 Yue Shan: Could it be that you are...?

The following day, in the southern part of Chang'an, Lin Zhu, Shen Bijun, and Shang Xiufang arrived at the ancient tomb empty-handed.

To the north, Li Xiuning and Song Yuzhi were already heading north in a motor vehicle.

After traveling south for a while, they turned west.

Just as she was about to turn, she saw a group of people appear in front of her. From a distance, Shang Xiufang recognized Yue Shan.

The three stood by the roadside, and only when the procession approached did Shang Xiufang slowly bow, saying, "Grandson greets grandfather and Your Highness."

"It's Xiufang!" Ying Zheng said with a smile, "No need for formalities, where are you headed?"

Lin Zhu's strength was not yet at the point where he could challenge the imperial power, so he also bowed respectfully by the roadside.

"Your Highness, Xiufang and her two friends are going to the Ancient Tomb Sect."

Ying Zheng nodded, then looked at Yue Shan, "Elder Yue, we'll be waiting for you up ahead." With that, he led Fu Su and the others forward.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Yue Shan thanked Ying Zheng, then looked at Lin Zhu, "Young friend, you don't look very old."

"Yes, Senior Yue, I am fourteen years old this year," Lin Zhu said. Yue Shan was the old man of Shang Xiufang's family, so he had to be polite.

"Fourteen, it's funny to say, but I couldn't even see your strength. Would you satisfy my curiosity?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhu revealed the aura of a Grandmaster.

Yue Shan was startled and involuntarily took two steps back. "Grand, Grandmaster." He looked at Shang Xiufang, seeking confirmation from her with his eyes.

Shang Xiufang covered her mouth and laughed, "Grandfather, my younger brother is indeed a Grandmaster, and he is indeed fourteen years old."

"Impressive, truly impressive! You are more stunning than anyone I have ever seen, both in terms of talent and appearance; you are absolutely unparalleled."

Yue Shan praised her generously, saying, "With Xiufang by your side, I feel at ease. I'll be leaving now."

"Senior, wait!" Lin Zhu called out to him.

"Oh, is there anything else?" Yue Shan looked at Lin Zhu with a puzzled expression.