My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 144

[Chapter 144 I can blow as well as I did when I was young (third update)]

Qingqiu is right, Jing Zhe is indeed too hateful.

But sometimes you can’t blame him. You can’t let this persimmon harm the little girl, right?

But problems arise. There are too many enemies and too strong killers. A simple man cannot protect him. If Qingqiu hadn’t taken action these two times, he would have died long ago.

The reason why he has always been hostile to Qingqiu is mainly because of the three thousand taels of silver he was “blackmailed” from.

But compared with saving lives, the money seems to be unimportant.

So Jing Zhe planned to forgive her…

so he smiled and said: “Don’t worry, fairy! Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If you see me in danger, you should save me! Otherwise, you won’t be able to get over this hurdle, right?” ?”

Qingqiu followed Jing Zhe’s example and nodded seriously.

“Then I’ll pretend that I can’t see it from now on.”

“…”

It seems that even the fairy is just as difficult to deal with when she’s angry!

“Xian Gu, I was wrong. You saved my life. I have no way to repay you. I can only pledge myself to you… Bah, no, I can only be your disciple and serve you well from now on!”

Jing Zhe thought very openly. Since Qingyun The sect is so awesome that even the royal family can’t do anything to them, especially since Qingqiu often travels around for training and won’t stay in Jingzhou all the time. Why not become a registered disciple, so that even if he gets into trouble in the future, he will have a back-up.

Qingqiu looked at him for a few seconds, shook his head and said, “You are too weak.”

“Only weak people want to enter Qingyun Sect! If I am as good as Xiangu, why should I enter Qingyun Sect to learn?”

Qingqiu thought for a moment, then nodded, ” You’re right, but I still can’t accept you as a disciple.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t need your service.”

In fact, Qingyun Sect is not just for anyone to enter, but for people to be examined. Qualifications, only those with excellent martial arts qualifications can get started, otherwise the whole world would be disciples of the Qingyun Sect.

Looking at Jing Zhe, let’s not talk about whether he has qualifications or not. At his current age, he has already missed the best period of martial arts training. How is it possible for him to get started?

But Qingqiu didn’t want to hit him anymore, so he changed his excuse.

Then he changed the subject and said: “By the way, that poem just now…did you think of it before? Did you write it specially for me?”

Jing Zhe did not answer, but asked: “Do you like it?”

Qingqiu nodded, which was very rare. , an embarrassed expression appeared on his face, and he explained: “Although people in the sect do not study poetry, if we can have a poem that people can remember us after reading it, I think everyone will be happy!”

“This It’s easy! Just think of it and I’ll write it for you! And I can write it not only for you, but also for other people in your sect!”

Qingqiu’s face changed slightly when he heard this, but Jing Zhe didn’t. Unaware, he still spoke happily.

“Everyone sings a song. Is it okay to join your sect?”

“Is it okay to be an outer disciple or a registered disciple?”

“My lyrics are very good. You heard it just now!”

“If the disciples can’t do it, your sect will do it .”

Is there a sign where you can see someone in person?

“Hey, what’s that look like?”

“Hey, don’t leave, we can still discuss it!

” …”

Staring at Qingqiu’s retreating figure, he muttered:

“This Taoist lady is too stingy to even give you a sign!”

“Young village leader, I won’t give it to you either.”

“

…

Jing Zhe !

When they returned to Zhang’s house, Zhang and his wife had already gone to bed. Only Zhang Xiaoyu was still waiting for them, and she was obviously relieved to see them back.

Because it was too late, she sent Jing Zhe back to her residence and went back.

A night of silence.

Early the next morning, at the dinner table.

After a good sleep, Zhang Xuexian was obviously much more awake, and his conversation with Jing Zhe became normal.

“Akun, starting today, we will start making spirits?”

Jing Zhe took a sip of porridge, then nodded and said: “Okay, the equipment has been installed, just find someone to process it. If it’s hard to find someone, give me more money.” It doesn’t matter.”

He glanced at Zhang Xuexian and said worriedly: “Uncle, we have agreed in advance that we can find someone, but we must not look for him from Zhangjia Winery!”

Jing Zhe pursed his lips and pointed naturally. It is the Zhangjia Winery that has been acquired by Su Xinping.

The clerk there had worked with Zhang Xuexian for so many years, and it was understandable that he took refuge in Su Xinping for his livelihood, but in turn, he ridiculed the Zhang family, which shows his character.

Seemingly having a deep understanding of this matter, Zhang Xuexian spat and sneered: “Looking for them? Haha!”

It seemed that Zhang Xuexian was also heartbroken by them, and told Jing Zhe that when the Zhangjia Winery was first sold, There were a few particularly sincere confidants who would rather go back to the countryside than continue working in the winery, and he planned to call them back.

Jing Zhe nodded in agreement.

“Akun, when will we sell spirits?”

“It’s coming soon. At the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival in three days’ time, the reputation of spirits will be famous in Jingzhou. No matter the common people, princes or ministers will know about spirits. When the time comes, the supply of spirits will be in short supply!”

These words made Zhang Xuexian say His blood was boiling, but he still asked very curiously: “How can we make liquor famous in Jingzhou?”

“Uncle, think about it, if someone writes a poem for our liquor and wins the first place in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition, Lie Can wine be famous?”

With longing in his eyes, Zhang Xue nodded first, but then raised another question.

“But… how do you get Mr. Song to write poems for strong wine?”

Although Zhang Xuexian was a businessman, but influenced by Emperor An’s love of poetry, he knew something about the scholar circle.

Looking at it, the most talented person among the younger generation in Jingzhou is none other than Song Jimao, the son of a great scholar of the Song Dynasty. And he also promised to participate in this Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition. If he doesn’t win the first place, who else can win?

“It’s not him who writes poems for spirits, but me!”

Jing Zhe shook his head and said with unusual confidence.

“You?”

Not only Zhang Xuexian, but also Mrs. Zhang and Zhang Xiaoyu looked at him in surprise.

“Why, uncle doesn’t believe that I can win the first place in the Poetry Club?”

“Haha…”

Zhang Xuexian did not answer directly, but gave a polite but elegant “haha”.

“It seems that uncle really doesn’t believe me! If I said that I beat Song Kimao in writing lyrics last night, would you believe it?”

“Haha…”

“It’s true! If you don’t believe it, uncle will know when he goes out to ask later. ! Last night at Wuxianyuan, I just wrote a poem and defeated Song Jimao, Chen Jiannan and other talented people!”

After saying this, Zhang Xuexian took Jing Zhe’s hand and said with excitement: “Unexpectedly , I can see the shadow of myself when I was young!”

“Oh? My uncle was so talented when he was young?”

Jing Zhe looked at the chubby Zhang Xuexian and asked curiously.

“No.”

Zhang Xue waved his hand and said solemnly: “I mean, you can play as well as I did when I was young!”

“…”

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(End of this chapter)