Journey to the West from Daqin

The voice stuttered, "You, you, how do you know? This, this, this is a secret, not many people know..."

Li Jue said: "Actually, Gan Xiang told me. You know, he is open-mouthed. But don't worry, my lord, I won't say anything about it."

Ting Weicheng breathed a sigh of relief.

For a moment, he almost suspected that Li Jue was so powerful that he had arranged eyeliners in the palace.

It turned out that Gan Luo boasted about it himself.

Then he sighed again, "It's just a pity, Gan Xiang's handwriting is very good, I still want to ask him for advice, I didn't expect heaven and man to be separated forever."

Niu San immediately took out the Analects of Confucius in cursive script written before Gan Luo died, handed it over, and said, "Sir, this was written by Gan Xiang before he died. What kind of cursive script...calligraphy? It seems that it is not as beautiful as the one written by adults."

Ting Weicheng took a look at it, and was immediately shocked.

He understood something between the lines. There is something in this cursive script, which is very elegant and natural.

hiss.

calligraphy?

Cursive?

Good stuff!

Ting Weicheng grabbed it excitedly, "This is the only copy of Gan Xiang, and it will be a treasure in the future."

Niu San is noncommittal, he thinks he can write it too, isn't it just scribbled, who can't!

Li Jue even laughed.

Upon seeing this, Ting Weicheng said: "You don't know a single big character, so naturally you don't understand calligraphy. This Analects of Confucius by Gan Xiang is devoted to Gan Xiang's painstaking efforts, and contains a majestic aura. Moreover, the cursive script contains hidden meanings. It is elegant and natural, and it can make people fascinated by watching it.”

"If you hang it on the courtyard, you can control the house and get rid of the evil spirit. Even if you take it out and read it on weekdays, you can also raise your own aura. Forget it, I don't understand it when I tell you."

Li Jue said: "Sir, tell me, if you sell it to a Confucian family, how much is it worth?"

Ting Weicheng said with a look of contempt, "A thousand pieces of gold will not be exchanged!"

He took the bamboo slips and planned to go back and study this calligraphy.

Niu San saw that Ting Weicheng was so highly regarded, and felt a little regretful about taking it out.

I regretted saying: "Seventh brother, did I give away the treasure?"

Li Jue said: "It seems so."

He patted Niu San on the shoulder with a look of sympathy, "According to the importance of Ting Weicheng, that bamboo slip is worth at least ten taels of silver."

Actually, not only.

After all, money does not change.

but.

Niu San wanted to vomit blood with regret.

However, he soon found comfort, "Seventh brother, originally I wanted to share it with you, but now it means that I lose five taels of silver, and you also lose five taels of silver."

Li Jue smiled, "It's small, the layout is small."

He laughed and left, ignoring Niu San's questioning behind him, what happened.

What else can happen.

Li Jue ran all over the old street, but couldn't find a brush, and finally took one from the prison and returned to the yard.

After closing the door and taking out the bamboo slips, each wrote a version of the Analects in cursive script, seal script, official script, and running script.

Moreover, when writing, infuriating the writing brush with infuriating qi, and reciting the Analects of Confucius in his heart, after writing, the bamboo slips are filled with aura.

By the time Li Jue had written all four editions of the Analects, there were already more than a dozen bamboo slips on the table. After all, one bamboo slip could not write another Analects.

Li Jue just opened a version of the Analects, and the arrogant qi burst out, almost dispelling the evil spirit in Li Jue's yard.

He was so frightened that he quickly closed it, then wrapped it in a cloth, simply disguised himself, put on a mask, and left the yard.

out the door.

Li Jue took out the dragon-seeking ruler, injected some aura, and then sealed off his own aura.

The dragon-seeking ruler immediately turned, and quickly pointed in one direction.

Li Jue followed the dragon-seeking ruler to find it, and it turned out to be the Sifang Old Street next door.

Sifang Old Street is the gathering place of Dongcheng Rangers. The whole old street is prosperous and densely populated. There are few places in Xianyang City that can compare.

It is a square old street, and it is managed by more than a dozen pavilions. It is conceivable how big this place is and how many people live there.

Li Jue came along the dragon-seeking ruler, and found that it pointed to the Sifang Tavern.

The place where he met Zhong Limei Jibu and the others was also where Lu Buwei's family property was.

At this moment, the Sifang Tavern was overcrowded, and Li Jue couldn't squeeze in.

It was a plan in his mind, "Wow, look at it, the swordsman Gai Nie is here, and there are people dancing striptease next to him."

Crash.

Immediately.

Inside the tavern, crowds of people ran out.

"Where? Where? Who's doing a striptease? It's really immoral. I want to criticize it."

"Where, I despise others being so morally corrupt, I want to condemn them."

"Let it all go, my friend will see it."

As soon as they came out, Li Jue squeezed in and shouted, "Don't squeeze me, I want to go out, I want to go out."

As a result, others squeezed him even more, wanting to go out, but squeezed in instead.

When everyone went outside, Li Jue had already entered the tavern and grabbed a good spot.

When the people outside, they looked around and found that there was no figure of Gai Nie. They did see someone showing off their breasts and dancing striptease.

but.

What a madman, and a man.

They were outright pissed.

"Damn, who amuses Laozi?"

"My friends are blind."

"I'm so pissed off."

Li Jue can't control that much, he occupies a favorable position, that is, he releases his consciousness and plans to find someone who is destined.

This time, he intends to sell several editions of the Analects.

After all, buying medicinal herbs requires medicinal materials, he has no capital, and secondly, he can't bear to eat it himself, and he is not willing or has the energy to sell it.

But take your time, write a few Analects of Confucius, infuse it with awe, and sell it to Confucian people.

He has energy.

He estimated that Gan Luo's cursive script could sell for [-] taels, so it wouldn't be a problem for his pirated copy to sell [-] or [-] taels.

After all, he writes better, and the aura is more intense.

There were people from various families and factions in the restaurant, but most of them were from miscellaneous families. After all, this was Lu Buwei's territory, and Lu Buwei, as a giant of miscellaneous families, naturally had a large number of responders.

Li Jue went straight to the second floor, where people from the three religions and nine classes gathered here, unlike most of the rangers downstairs.

In the hall on the second floor, there was much less noise, but everyone's faces were a little harsh, and they glanced at the people who came and went.

Li Jue was wearing a mask and had an unfamiliar shape. When he appeared here, he immediately attracted a lot of attention.

I saw him carrying a package, which was heavy, the size of a watermelon.

Immediately, someone stared at the package and whispered.

"This person has a steady pace and is close at hand, but he can't hear his breathing, which shows that his skills are profound."

"There must be a human head in the package behind him. I have already felt his murderous aura."

"Heroes see the same thing."

Immediately, many rangers commented and admired Li Jue very much.

Anyone who dares to drink with a human head is a ruthless character.

Li Jue took a seat and asked for wine and meat, and the table was full.

Now, everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

Chapter 93 Li Jue sells books, the one with the highest price wins

Immediately someone stood up and came to say hello, "This brother, Chen Yu, can we sit together?"

Li Jue glanced at the man and frowned.

Chen Yu?

Could it be Zhang Er's sworn brother who later rebelled with Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, and even sealed the king's Chen Yu?

When I asked about Chen Yu's origin, it really was the Chen Yu in history.

When Chen Yu saw Li Jue inquiring about the origin, he thought that if he could sit down, he would be seated.

but.

Li Jue said, "No, you can leave, there are people here."

Chen Yu's face was embarrassed for a while, and annoyance flashed in his eyes, but he still clasped his fists and laughed, "Okay, I'm sorry."

Back to the original friend's side, the group continued to eat and drink.

And his companions giggled, seeming to laugh at his hot face and cold butt, and the more Chen Yu thought about it, the more angry he became.

However, don't look for trouble in the future.

After all, Li Jue's bearing is extraordinary, and he is swaggering through the market with people's heads. It must be extraordinary to come here to drink.