Chapter 37: The pen-and-ink clerk wrote the Spring and Autumn Annals, and his pen was as sharp as a knife!

Looking at the Great Xia Dragon Bird that Qi Lianhua was about to push over.

Xu Chunlin advised: "This is a gift from your grandson to you. It is a filial gift. How can you not accept it? If I take it back, I will be too embarrassed to come to you again!"

"Also, don't you want to know the name of this knife?"

Qi Lianhua carefully examined the golden and red long sword for a while, shook his head and said, "I should know some of the famous swords in the past, but I can't name this one. It should be newly cast by someone later. I don't know who has such a craftsmanship!"

This knife was indeed extremely sharp, especially the fanatical murderous intent contained within it. Even Qi Lianhua himself felt that it was somewhat evil, as if it wanted to lead people into endless murderous desire at all times.

Qi Lianhua frowned and said, "You'd better not touch this knife. It is too murderous and may be harmful to you."

Xu Chunlin smiled and said, "That's why we need a sword master like you to take charge of it!"

"By the way, this sword is called Daxia Dragon Bird, which is only one character different from my mother's sword, Daliang Dragon Bird!"

Qi Lianhua's heart moved, and he was at a loss. Since his little grandson had said so, how could he still refuse?

Moreover, a good knife can indeed be of some help to him and can help him better protect his daughter and her family.

Unable to refuse, he accepted it.

He thought for a while, then took out two books from his arms, one was a sword manual, and the other was a book manual.

Everyone knows that Qi Lianhua is an expert in both swordsmanship and calligraphy. Spring and Autumn Sword and Armor, and Great Chu Calligraphy Saint were his original titles. He was once praised as: Seal, Clerical, Cursive, Running and Regular scripts, all of which were the best in the past thousand years!
Among them, the Sword Manual is the result of Qi Lianhua's life-long efforts in using the sword, and can be said to be the culmination of the sword art, and is one of the best in the world today; the Calligraphy Manual is a magnificent theory with broad and rich content, covering penmanship, schools, writing methods, etc., and its insights are insightful and unique.

The brush is wielded like a knife, and the knife's movements are like the brush's movements. The strokes of the brush can create a storm, with an iron hook and silver painting, a long knife can also stir up the wind and clouds of heaven and earth.

These two books represented all his abilities, and now he had taken them out without reservation.

Xu Chunlin left with two books.

He did not reveal some of his plans, nor did he eagerly express that he needed any help from his grandfather. After all, there was still a long time to come, and this meeting was just to build a good relationship with his grandfather.

Of course, there were some things that the two of them knew tacitly. Qi Lianhua knew that Xu Chunlin had a secret, and Xu Chunlin also knew that Qi Lianhua would stay in the Beiliang Palace and did not want Wu Su to know.

Green ants brewing new wine, red clay stove, it’s going to snow in the evening, can you have a drink?

Don't be in a hurry, everything needs to be done slowly. Simmering over low heat will make the wine more fragrant, right?

.........

In the Hongmeng space.

Xu Chunlin confidently slapped the books on the table and said, "Here are the two new books I just bought. They are still hot. Let's read them while they are hot!"

Wu Geng said jokingly at the beginning of the era: "Hey, Zhenwu, you are finally not a Pixiu that only takes in but never gives out!"

Xu Chunlin's face rarely turned red, and he was obviously embarrassed: "What are you talking about? What Pixiu or not? Didn't the tens of thousands of books I provided before be converted into origin value?"

The so-called origin value is a unit of measurement divided by Lu Chun himself for the convenience of measuring the origin of the Hongmeng Pearl. One of the unit values ​​is the origin value that the Hongmeng Pearl will automatically restore within one year if nothing is done.

If one wants to increase the origin of the Hongmeng Pearl, apart from the method of automatic recovery, the only way is to constantly "feed" it with items that contain luck, rules, and energy.

Be it books or skills, natural treasures, or even resources cultivated by Lu Chun himself, they can all be devoured by the Hongmeng Pearl and transformed into the basic origin.

It can swallow almost anything and is easy to feed and not picky about food!
Especially some world-specific skills, which contain the unique rules of heaven and earth and the purpose of the skills, and even things like luck, the conversion rate of converting the origin value is relatively high. In addition, the skills are relatively easy to obtain, so they are considered the most popular type of feeding items.

The tens of thousands of books that Xu Chunlin sent over in the snow did increase the source of the Hongmeng Pearl by a large margin. This was also the reason why Lu Chun was more indulgent towards Xu Chunlin from the beginning.

After all, compared to the other three Dao Lords who received almost no returns, Xu Chunlin gave returns first and then asked for investment. Moreover, in order to analyze these tens of thousands of books as quickly as possible and upload them to the Hongmeng Space, Xu Chunlin often used the divine power of the heavenly realm to sneak into the Tingchao Pavilion in the middle of the night, and even stayed in the Tingchao Pavilion during the day.

Working day and night and overtime.

All I can say is, it’s a great achievement!

He does have the capital to win favor!

Lu Chun looked at the two new books brought by Xu Chunlin and couldn't help but become interested. He shared the insights brought by Zhenwu.

He sighed: "The pen of history is like a knife, the pen of history is like iron, it cannot be changed, the knife-pen official, writing the Spring and Autumn Annals with a knife, is worthy of the name of the Spring and Autumn Daojia Qi Lianhua."

However, Ning Que of Jiang Ye has a different view: "In the world of snow, reading can make the heaven and earth resonate. In the final analysis, it is nothing more than cultivating one's own will and spirit.

The knife skills and calligraphy recorded in these two books are undoubtedly using the world as paper to write and inscribe, using one's own spiritual will to shake the world. It does have some of the ideas of the talisman and mind master in the Evernight world. I should be able to learn from them."

Zhu Xian Zhang Xiaochun: "All methods return to one, and the law is a derivative of the Tao. It is not surprising that various methods have something in common."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

.........

Ever Night World.

Not long ago, darkness fell and the capital of the Tang Dynasty was brightly lit. Torches surrounded one of the mansions. In the chaotic night, a small figure was sent out from the crowd.

Ning Que and his parents escaped from the turmoil and drove a simple horse-drawn carriage to Weicheng.

There was chaos and disorder along the way. When I looked up, it was dark. The cold rain kept falling. The rain was icy cold, and the air around was so cold that it seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow.

Fortunately, Ning Que had prepared several quilts in the car early on to resist the freezing cold.

There were corpses everywhere. Even in this horrific chaos, Ning Que and his family took advantage of the cover of night to pass through.

“Wow, wow, wow!”

"Mother, listen, is there a baby crying?" Father Ning, who was driving, seemed to hear a faint crying sound and couldn't help but stop the car and ask.

"No way. There are so many dead people in this remote place. They can't be wandering ghosts!" Li Sanniang said nervously as she leaned her head out of the carriage while holding Ning Que.

"It's okay, Dad, go and take a look. Nothing will happen with me here." Ning Que suddenly said.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, son."

Ning's father hesitated for only a moment before being persuaded by Ning Que. After all, his son was now a cultivator and had demonstrated extraordinary skills along the way, killing several waves of horse thieves who wanted to rob them.

This is also the source of Ning's father's confidence. If it weren't for his son's support along the way, they would probably not have been able to arrive here so smoothly.

Father Ning drove towards the crying sound, but the faint sound of the baby's crying was gradually weakening.

The wind and snow were blowing, and everywhere you looked was desolate. From time to time, you could even see a few corpses abandoned in the wilderness with no one to pick them up.

And in the arms of some cold corpse, a skinny baby is still barely alive.

Ning Que jumped off the carriage, picked up the baby, and picked up the big umbrella next to the baby.

(End of this chapter)