Killing Demons: Upgrading from Calligraphy

Chapter 9 Deep in the whirlpool

The next day.

Qi Xiu came to Qian Mansion again in a carriage.

Only this time the destination was not Qian Yuze's small red-walled courtyard.

It was Qian Yuchuan's martial arts arena.

"Mr. Qi, I'm sorry to bother you again."

With his usual hearty laughter, Qian Yuchuan put his arm around Qi Xiu's shoulders familiarly:

"Listen to my junior sister, is there anything else going on in your hometown?

Don't worry, after you finish copying the scriptures for me, I will personally send someone to take you back to your hometown. "

Then you are a very nice person.

Glancing at Qian Yuchuan who was smiling, Qi Xiu calmed down:

"The second young master has entrusted you with the responsibility, so Qi should do his best."

"Hahaha, okay, let's start quickly."

When he came to the back room, Qian Yuchuan took out the animal skin scroll again and spread it neatly on the table.

The best pens, inks, paper and inkstones are ready.

As soon as he smelled the fragrance of the ink, Qi Xiu knew that this was the best ink paste from Shangtai Bookstore, priced at [-] yuan per pot.

His eyes fell on the animal skin scroll.

Qi Xiu first roughly scanned the entire article.

There are only a few words in the sutra, just over [-] words. It seems incomplete and is a fragment.

The writing style of the person who wrote this sutra is very similar to that of Huai Seng.

In other words, this person should also be a fan of Huaiseng's brushwork.

It is not difficult to translate.

Knowing the difficulty and content of the translation, Qi Xiu glanced at Qian Yuchuan who was looking forward to it, raised his hand to pick up the pen and ink, and began to copy.

"mysterious……"

"real……"

"meaning……"

Transcribe each word on the white paper.

An hour passed in a blink of an eye.

There are only eight or nine scattered words on the whole piece of paper.

"Mr. Qi, why is your translation speed so slow?"

Suspecting that Qi Xiu was deliberately delaying time, Qian Yuchuan stepped forward.

"Second Young Master, please forgive me. This person's writing skills are crazy, and the ink marks are intertwined. It is difficult to identify. I have to compare and compare repeatedly before I can confirm.

If the speed is too fast, I'm afraid there will be typos in the translation. "

He cupped his hands and Qi Xiu answered confidently.

"Is that so..."

Frowning, Qian Yuchuan pondered for a moment and then said nothing when he heard the wrong word in the translation.

Don't be afraid that the practice will go too far, just keep pushing.

With a cold snort in his heart, Qi Xiu turned around and continued translating.

And after Qian Yuchuan's urging, his translation method became even weirder.

I will translate two words from the beginning of the chapter.

After a while, I figured out a word from the end of the article.

Half a day passed.

The paper was densely filled with twenty or thirty words, but they couldn't even form a complete sentence.

It's disorganized and the words don't make sense.

After taking a deep look at Qi Xiu, Qian Yuchuan's lips curled up slightly and he exited the room.

outside the house.

A whip leg smashed the wooden pile as thick as a bowl of sea, and wood chips flew everywhere in the sky. Gong Yan heard the sound of the door opening and turned around.

"Senior brother, why are you out here? Has that guy finished translating?"

"No, the little guy lost his temper."

Sitting on the steps at the door, Qian Yuchuan twisted his neck and made a clicking sound:

"As expected of a scholar, his brain is brilliant.

He tried every means to delay it, which in turn made me afraid to take action. "

Hearing this, Gong Yan frowned slightly:

"Then do you want me to 'remind' him..."

"That's not necessary. At his current speed, no matter how much he delays, he can only last for seven days at most.

If you press too hard, what if you translate a volume full of typos for us?

Senior brother will be back at the end of the month. With his eyesight and knowledge, he will definitely be able to see where this kid made deliberate mistakes.

When the time comes, he will be at your disposal..."

Glancing sideways behind him, Qian Yuchuan's eyes stared through the wooden board at the figure who was leaning over to translate the scriptures.

back room.

Sensing the faint stinging pain in his back, Qi Xiu's face dropped like water.

Seven days.

Time is running out...

……

Five days passed in a blink of an eye.

into the night.

Qian's courtyard.

In order to ensure Qi Xiu's "safety", Qian Yuchuan was placed in a side room.

Meals are specially delivered every day.

<divclass="contentadv">Except for going to the toilet, the scope of activities is limited to this room.

Qi Xiu, who was sitting upright on the bed and wearing only a shirt, kept changing the palm position of his hands.

The blood vessels in the hands bulged, the muscles pulsed, and the tendons trembled.

The blue-black skin made his palms look like cast iron, showing a coldness.

Without the assistance of iron sand, relying solely on palm movements, the improvement in proficiency would only be one-third of the original level.

Qi Xiu let out a sigh of relief as his hands turned black and he was sweating profusely.

Trapped in Qian Yuchuan's yard.

At first he just tried to practice.

Unexpectedly, simple palm and hand shape practice can actually improve proficiency.

It's just that the speed is much slower than using iron sand to exercise.

"There are still two days..."

Qi Xiu stood up and stood in front of the door. The sky outside was extremely gloomy, with dark clouds covering almost all the stars.

If you can't escape anymore, you have to go to the underworld to drink tea.

Looking at the main room not far away with furrowed brows, Qi Xiu just wanted to turn around and go back to bed to rest.

The character [Town] posted on the door suddenly reacted.

Ok?

Quickly squatting down, Qi Xiu lifted the door panel and looked outside through the grille.

A stiff and wooden figure.

Walking into this courtyard slowly, there will be a dull sound of footsteps with every step.

Squinting his eyes, Qi Xiu tried his best to see the figure clearly.

That is a man.

Wearing a long gown, barefoot, and tall, his face was pale and bloodless, with patches of dark brown corpse spots appearing on his exposed skin.

Is this the "trick" in the Qian Mansion?

Not knowing whether this thing was the same kind of existence as the ghost he knew, Qi Xiu chose to call it "weird".

After seeing the strange figure enter the yard, he began to walk towards him.

Qi Xiu's eyes were solemn.

Looking for me again?

Once was an accident, twice was a coincidence, but this third time...

I had previously suspected that the ghost that appeared in Nanguang Alley was actually looking for him.

Just for some reason, I didn't take action.

Now I see the ghost appear in the yard.

Walking straight towards him, Qi Xiu became even more sure of this idea.

Seeing the man with an expressionless face and a cold body getting closer and closer, Qi Xiu slowly moved away from the door.

Picked up a thick stack of [Town] characters on the table.

"Brother, is it a bit disrespectful to come to my yard to pick people up so blatantly?"

There was a loud bang and the door exploded.

Qian Yuchuan, who was as powerful as a bull, rushed into the yard with a strong wind, and hit the strange man in the face with an unparalleled right hook.

Boom!

It instantly turned into an afterimage and flew out.

The strange man was directly embedded in the courtyard wall, twitching and unable to move.

"Ahem, your man, Brother Kewei, how did you hear that he is from Yuze?"

Outside the courtyard gate, a man wearing a fox fur, holding a white handkerchief and holding a short staff inlaid with jade and gold came out.

Qian Yuhai, the eldest young master of the Qian Mansion.

Seeing the middle-aged man holding a short staff and looking sick but exuding a dignified aura, Qi Xiu rolled his eyes and rubbed his brows.

Are the three brothers in the Qian Mansion sick?

Are you going to torture me, a poor scholar, to no end?

You can't blame someone else for your misfortune.

"People from Yuze? Why didn't I know?"

Qian Yuchuan crossed his arms and stood in front of the door of Qi Xiu's room with a playful look on his face.

"Ahem, brother, I'm not here to play tricks with you tonight. In one sentence, give me this scholar, okay?" Qian Yuhai raised his eyelids and said clearly.

"Huh? Now that eldest brother has spoken, Tamagawa shouldn't refuse.

But this scholar is still useful to me, I hope you understand. "

The Icefall True Skill has not yet been translated, so it is naturally impossible for Qian Yuchuan to hand over Qi Xiu.

"Ho ho, good, good, good."

After chuckling twice, Qian Yuhai slowly turned around, seemingly giving up and preparing to leave.

But just when his figure was about to disappear completely into the shadows, a whisper came floatingly:

"The day after tomorrow is my father's birthday party.

Yu Ze has arrived at Qingtan Mountain and is expected to return with Taoist Wu in two days.

I hope you can still be so strong-willed by then. "

Qian Yuhai left, and the cold man who was punched into the wall by Qian Yuchuan also mysteriously disappeared.

The smile on Qian Yuchuan's face disappeared.

What replaced it was a gloomy and ferocious one.

The iron fist was clenched tightly, making a clanking sound.

"Consumption ghost, do you think the third child will be able to reap the benefits of bringing that evil spirit back?

two days?

Cherish these last two days of your life. "

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