Er Niu's identity is fake, but what he said to Su Changqing is true. Su Changqing, who has no cultivation, cannot leave Qingshan Village, but other people in the village do not have this restriction. Erniu is eighteen years old this year, which is also the time when young people's minds are at their peak. Two years ago, he and his father went back to the family to do business, and met a girl by chance. From then on, they fell in love at first sight and launched a fierce offensive. However, although he has strong martial arts qualifications and is already a third-level monk at a young age, the other party looks down upon him. Because that girl is practicing Confucianism and Taoism, and she appreciates knowledgeable people the most. Erniu secretly made up his mind and studied Confucianism and Taoism for a long time. However, despite his strong talent in martial arts, he knew nothing about Confucianism and Taoism and learned nothing. He was about to give up, but when he heard that the legendary Immortal was coming to teach the young master how to read, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night. He, an old man like him, would never want to take Ruxian as his master, but there is still a young master! "Brother Erniu has a girl he likes? Of course I will help you with this!"
After saying that, Su Changqing said hesitantly: "But I don't know if the knowledge taught by this gentleman can be passed on to others." "I'll ask the master tomorrow. If that's okay, I'll teach you in private." Upon hearing this, Erniu knew that Su Changqing had misunderstood what he meant, and said hurriedly: "No, no, no, I'm stupid and I can't learn it even if you teach me." "All I need is one or two poems that can be heard. Speaking of which, we can also compose poems, right?" Stealing Ru Xian's knowledge? I don’t even dare to beat him to death. His purpose was to let Chang Qing secretly write down the poem whenever he heard Ru Xian rise up, and he could just use it to pretend to be a child. "Just poetry?" Su Changqing was stunned. "Yes, that girl likes to compose poems the most. The poems that the husband recites casually every day are fine." Erniu affirmed. That's Ru Xian. Even if he did it casually, it would still be extraordinary. "That's easy to handle, just leave it to me." Su Changqing responded by saying that it was difficult for him to write poems, but he had many unpublished quatrains in his mind. "Hahaha, Chang Qing, that's interesting." Erniu laughed and punched Changqing on the shoulder, and then said: "I'll ask her what type she wants then, and then I'll tell you." Su Changqing smiled and nodded without any pressure. The two of them walked along the forest path towards Qingshan Village, chatting along the way. "Are you great at teaching, sir? Are you knowledgeable and knowledgeable about the past and present and the afterlife?" Erniu asked curiously.
That's Ruxian, a big shot in the literary world. There are few people in the world who can compare with him. "It's not as exaggerated as you said." Su Changqing smiled and shook his head when he heard this, "Sir is just a failed scholar. Although he has some knowledge, he is far from what you said." Erniu suddenly coughed violently after hearing this, and looked very strange. Su Changqing didn't pay attention, still digesting the knowledge he gained today, and said longingly: "Did you know, Brother Erniu, there are immortals in this world who can travel thousands of miles a day and carve mountains with their bare hands. Isn't it incredible?" Erniu secretly vomited, "Those immortals you mentioned would be scared to death if they came to this Qingshan Village." "I also want to try the feeling of flying with a sword and traveling in the world." Su Changqing's eyes shone brightly, "When I have read enough, I will definitely go out and explore the wonderful world outside." Looking at Su Changqing's longing look, Erniu was a little silent. He also knew that the family leader sealed the mountain as a boundary for the good of the young master, but thinking about it from the young master's position, I am afraid that the people in Qingshan Village are all bastards. Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at Su Changqing, and then said after a while: "Changqing, you did me a favor, how about I give you a gift?" Su Changqing smiled when he heard this and said, "Okay, is it a slingshot? Or a wooden sword?" Erniu said calmly: "A secret book on swordsmanship." "Sword, huh?" Su Changqing was stunned and looked at Er Niu beside him with some surprise. "Oh, it's just a incomplete secret book. It only has moves but no mental skills. You can just practice it for fun." Erniu explained. He sighed secretly in his heart, whether it was because of his identity or other reasons, he couldn't help Chang Qing. But within the prescribed limits, it can still be done to make Chang Qing happy. "The head of the family said that the young master cannot practice before he is 20 years old." "But it only has swordsmanship moves, without the mental skills and practice to match them, and it can't be practiced. It's just a showpiece." "Young Master is about to start practicing cultivation. It shouldn't be a big problem to familiarize yourself with it in advance." Erniu thought a lot. When he found that there was no loophole, he took out a swordsmanship secret book from his arms. Of course, in the process of taking it out, he had secretly destroyed half of it. But even so, Su Changqing still took over the broken secret book very excitedly, "Brother Erniu, how did you find this thing?" This is the legendary swordsmanship secret book. Even if it is broken, it still has a fatal attraction for the current Su Changqing. "I went hunting in the mountains not long ago and found it accidentally from a cave." Seeing Su Changqing's excited look, Erniu hesitated and said: "Chang Qing, you can't master this thing, just use it for fun, but don't delay your studies for this."
"Also, don't tell anyone else that I gave this to you." Although this is not a big deal, Erniu doesn't want to get a beating from his father. "Don't worry, Brother Erniu, I won't tell anyone else!" Su Changqing looked at the secret book in his hand and couldn't take his eyes off it. "Brother Erniu, I'm leaving first. When you decide what kind of poem you want, come back to me." After saying that, Su Changqing ran away with the secret book in his arms. "Will this not cause any trouble?" Looking at Su Changqing's back as he ran away, Erniu rubbed his chin with one hand. "It should be new for only two days. Once you find that you can't practice it, you'll lose interest." Erniu nodded confidently, and then took out his communication talisman with a surge of emotion. "Qingqiu, what are you doing?" Erniu held the communication talisman and stared at it without blinking. When the communication talisman shook half an hour later, he looked at it immediately. "So annoying! I'm in a bad mood recently! Don't bother me!" Seeing this news, Erniu's eyebrows immediately stood up, and a strong aura spread. "Who! Which bastard made you unhappy? I'll beat him up to vent your anger!" Zhou Qingqiu: "Hey, fighting and killing won't solve the problem. Can you write poetry? Can you write lyrics?" "I'm going to compete with a bastard in literature in two years, and I'm thinking about what kind of poetry to write so that I can beat him." Erniu's eyes lit up when he saw this. If it weren't long ago, he really didn't have a good way to deal with this. But what's the situation now? His young master has taken Ruxian as his teacher! And he has promised him that he will pay attention to the poems that Ruxian writes every day and secretly give them to him. He doesn't know where the bastard who competed with Qingqiu is from, but no matter where he is, he is definitely not as good as Ruxian! Erniu: "I'll help you! I recently worshipped a very powerful Confucian and Taoist master, and his poems are absolutely the best in the world!" Zhou Qingqiu: "?? You, the son of the Su family, worshipped a literary and Taoist master? Didn't your father break your legs?" Erniu: "Oh, don't worry about it. Just tell me what kind of poems you want. If I can't satisfy you, I won't bother you anymore!" Zhou Qingqiu: "Well, actually you are not very annoying, but you are a little stressed recently, so forget about writing poems." Erniu: "No!! Tell me quickly! What kind of poems do you want! I will definitely make them for you!"
Erniu was refreshed at this time, and he had never been so tough before. There was no way. With Ruxian's support, he was so strong now! Zhou Qingqiu was silent for a while, and he probably didn't understand what medicine this stupid guy took. Zhou Qingqiu: "Well, don't force yourself. Just keep it simple and use the 'Qiu' in my name. It doesn't matter if it's a few words." Erniu: "Qiu, right? Wait for me for three days! This poem of mine will definitely help you defeat that bastard!" Zhou Qingqiu: "." Erniu put away the communication talisman and ran towards the direction where Su Changqing left with an excited look on his face. This time, he must act big in front of Qingqiu!
