Chapter 199: Wen Wen Zhiruo

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yu felt slightly surprised and said, "A point of pure yang born within the extreme yin is merely the realm of refining evil spirits; it is not the highest realm of sword or martial arts. I still have much to learn."

"Regarding the pure yang evil spirit, Sister Sister Shao Yao, you couldn't have seen that for yourself, could you?"

On the day she slew Ge Qing, she had indeed used "Pure Yang Sword Qi."

But the purified evil spirit was hidden at the core of the sword qi, contained and unrevealed, extremely restrained.

She was confident that even if a grandmaster of the sword like Li Li Xianzhi had been present, he would not have been able to see it.

Sister Shao Yao was neither at the scene nor a grandmaster of the sword.

Sister Shao Yao said, "The day before yesterday at Yingxiang Mansion, Old Master He He Chaohong celebrated his birthday. Besides the Immortal Lao, Heir Li Li Xianzhi, the Thirteenth Princess Li Li Qianyue, Divine Catcher Yan, the Ghost Judge, and a crowd of other dignitaries, even Guan Chenghuang General Guan personally brought two bottles of spirit wine to attend the banquet."

"'A point of pure yang' was the Guan Chenghuang's conjecture; it wasn't certain, but everyone was still deeply shocked."

"The Heir blamed you repeatedly, saying that when you danced with the sword on the painted boat that day, you hid your true skills and refused to show your real ability."

Now it was Xiao Yu's turn to be surprised. "The Guan Chenghuang actually appeared to attend a mortal's tea party?"

Sister Shao Yao said, "They aren't exactly mortals. 'Eight-Armed Nezha' He He Chaohong is a Human Immortal renowned throughout the West; you must have heard of his reputation."

"Immortal Lao is even more of an immortal among immortals."

"Heir Li Li Xianzhi, Divine Catcher Yan, and the Ghost Judge are all existences whose realms rival Human Immortals and whose strength far exceeds them."

"Li Li Qianyue is even the 'Beishan Immortal Maiden'!"

"She can spit out flying swords, transform into sword light, and fly into the blue void; she drinks tea in Tianmen Town in the morning and returns to Luodu to feast with the monarch in the evening."

Xiao Yu felt she had come to the right place.

Following Jin Jin Lian, she could only see He He Chaohong's grandson, and couldn't even encounter Li Li Qianyue's shadow.

"I thought the Guan Chenghuang was high and aloof; I didn't expect him to be so easygoing. Does he often attend gatherings of Human Immortals?"

A Guan Chenghuang who colluded with mortal dignitaries was more dangerous and harder to deal with than one who was isolated and arrogant, separated by the divide between the living and the dead. She had never forgotten how her sword bone was shattered.

She would eventually have to go to the General Guan family to find Wen Wen Danxia.

At that time, she would inevitably clash with Guan Chenghuang General Guan.

If Guan Chenghuang General Guan were willing to stand honestly before her and let her take a slash at him, she would guarantee to let him fall into an eternal "slumber" without any pain.

But Guan Chenghuang General Guan was actually studying her "God-Slaying Sword Technique." He would certainly be careful to guard against her "Pure Yang Sword Qi."

If she couldn't hit the person, the Pure Yang Sword Qi would be useless!

Should she find an opportunity to take a Guan Chenghuang as a foster father?

It didn't necessarily have to be Guan Chenghuang General Guan; Guan Chenghuang General Guan definitely had no chance.

Although a Guan Chenghuang was also a ghost-god, the authority of a Guan Chenghuang far exceeded that of a Merit Official or a ghost runner.

Not to mention anything else, just the Book of Life and Death in the Guan Chenghuang's hands made her feel uneasy.

In the "Journey to the West World," one didn't fear an immortal with a high realm; one feared an immortal with a magic treasure.

Sun Wukong never lost when fighting one-on-one, but once he encountered bizarre miraculous powers and magic treasures, he never won when clashing head-on.

"The Guan Chenghuang is indeed awe-inspiring without anger, cold as ice and frost. I only quietly raised my head to glance at him, and he discovered me. His eyes can truly emit light, as if he can see through what I am thinking in my heart."

"However, the Guan Chenghuang only has a majestic appearance; his personality and style are not harsh or perverse."

"He is very gentle when speaking, very talkative, and also learned and talented; he can even be called humorous and witty," Sister Shao Yao said.

"What did the Guan Chenghuang say about me? How did others evaluate me?" Xiao Yu asked curiously.

Sister Shao Yao smiled and said, "Everyone's evaluation of you is very high. Slaying a god at the government office entrance made even the Guan Chenghuang deeply shocked."

"However, apart from the Guan Chenghuang, others did not observe it on the spot and do not know much about you; they can only praise you for being powerful and talented."

"To discuss your sword technique in detail, everyone has nowhere to start; only the Guan Chenghuang can analyze it a little."

"I can see that they are very interested in you."

"If I take you to see them, you will definitely become a guest of honor surrounded by stars."

Xiao Yu also revealed a joyful smile, but inwardly she was laughing bitterly: Big sister, I want to call out "Daddy," I don't want to be a guest of honor!

"Miss, Grandmaster Wen is here!" At this moment, Sister Shao Yao's head maid, 'Huaping,' trotted up and said.

The two maids, like the Zhang Kunlun slaves, all practiced Wu Gong, and their realms were not low; they had already cultivated True Origin.

Just in terms of internal qi realm, they were even higher than Xiao Yu.

At this moment, they walked quickly to the fourth floor, their faces not red, their hearts not beating fast, their breathing even.

"Ah, I've been talking to Sister Little Fengxian all this time and almost forgot that Grandmaster Wen has a class today."

Sister Shao Yao hurriedly stood up, looked left and right, pulled Xiao Yu, and said, "Come with me quickly; I'll take you to see a grandmaster of the literary world from a foreign land."

Xiao Yu's expression was strange, and she said, "Is it the Black-Toothed Wen Wen Zhiruo?"

Sister Shao Yao pulled her and walked quickly downstairs, turning her head in surprise upon hearing this. "Sister knows Grandmaster Wen?"

Xiao Yu nodded. "We have met once. It was not a very friendly meeting."

She quickly recounted the time she went outside the city to welcome Dongfang Shuo and encountered the Black Sister, leading to a conflict.

"Oh, this is fate!"

After seeing the Black Sister, whose face was as cold as frost, downstairs, Sister Shao Yao also said this with a smile. "As the saying goes, one does not make friends without a fight; once they fight, heroes cherish heroes."

"You are a giant of the literary path, and she is a grandmaster of the sword path; a dual gem of literature and martial arts, I am blessed!"

Thinking of the "Dou Family Chen Haoran Righteousness Art" treasured in her stomach, Xiao Yu lowered her posture, took the initiative to bow and apologize, saying, "Grandmaster Wen, I am a Sha Man and do not understand etiquette; please forgive me."

Upon seeing Xiao Yu, the Black Sister tensed her nerves.

It was as if she were prepared at any moment to restart the war with her.

She did not expect Xiao Yu to take the initiative to apologize and even bow to her.

Stunned for a moment, the Black Sister hurriedly returned the salute, but said, "If I were to haggle with a Sha Man, wouldn't I be on the same level as a Sha Man?"

Xiao Yu felt unhappy inside, smiled on the surface, and said, "You are right, so I won't haggle with you."

The Black Sister's black face instantly flushed red—although her face was black, if she blushed out of shame and anger, it was still quite obvious.

"Hehehe, since the misunderstanding is cleared up, Grandmaster Wen, I have a proposal; we can have a three-way win gamble!"

Sister Shao Yao held one of their hands in each of hers and smiled, "I will teach you zither skills, Grandmaster Wen will teach us literature, and Xiao Yu will teach sword techniques; everyone shares wisdom and progresses together, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Even if there are small squabbles, we can have a literary duel; for example, see who learns more and teaches better."

"This is a wonderful idea!"

Xiao Yu deliberately looked at the Black Sister with a provocative gaze. "Elegant people should have the gambling methods of elegant people."

The Black Sister sneered, "Very good, excellent!"

Seeing that her expression was not right, Sister Shao Yao said tactfully, "The three of us are to progress together; if only one progresses and others are left confused, it will be classified as 'teaching poorly'."

"I'm just afraid someone is naturally dull," the Black Sister said.

Xiao Yu smiled, "I am naturally gifted, as everyone knows. If I don't understand, it must be because someone taught poorly."

The Black Sister chuckled, "Talk is cheap; let's try and see."

Knowing that the Black Sister was originally a martial arts expert, while Xiao Yu had no cultural foundation, Sister Shao Yao suggested, "Grandmaster Wen will teach us Confucianism first; after an hour, I will teach everyone zither skills."

"After lunch, Xiao Yu will teach us sword techniques. In the evening, let's compare what everyone has gained, how about that?"

The Black Sister glanced at her, "It's useless for you to be biased; everyone's natural talent is there."

"I am not biased toward anyone; I said, learning more and teaching well is the winner," Sister Shao Yao said.

Sister Shao Yao was indeed a bit biased, but according to her method of competition, it made no difference who went first or last.

The Black Sister taught Xiao Yu first, and Xiao Yu had a whole day to silently digest Confucianism; if she learned more, it would count as the Black Sister teaching well.

The Black Sister looked at the two women and smiled, "Good, today we continue from where we left off on the 'Zhou Yi'."

Xiao Yu was full of confidence, "Do as you please; I am naturally gifted, it doesn't matter."

An hour later, she was sweating profusely, her head as big as a bucket.

This black woman was too powerful!

At first, Xiao Yu thought the "Zhou Yi" the Black Sister was talking about had to do with Yin-Yang Bagua and innate divination.

She felt that she had read Daoist scriptures for many days, had analyzed the contents of the "Taiji Golden Book" through the Father-Destroying Method, and had even comprehended Pure Yang Sword Qi; her own Daoist qi was definitely more sufficient than this Black Sister's.

As a result, the Black Sister was teaching the "Great Etiquette of the Zhou Yi."

Xiao Yu had to admit that this Wen Wen Zhiruo was indeed following the Confucian path.

Only Confucianism cared most about "etiquette," while regarding Yin-Yang Bagua and innate divination as minor paths.

If it were just talking about "etiquette," Xiao Yu felt she could at least understand it.

As a result, the Black Sister cited classics without a single pause or thought, citing thousands of allusions from 108 versions of the "Zhou Yi."

It wasn't that there were over a hundred versions of the "Zhou Yi."

It was that since the "Zhou Yi" was published, the world's annotations and analyses of it, as well as the various schools formed, could be divided into many types.

Although she spoke like a rushing river, she did not speak nonsense; every time she cited an allusion, she would definitely state the volume information and the author's name.

She even explained the process from the first generation of Zhou Yi to the gradual evolution of over a hundred versions clearly and simply.

Alas, Xiao Yu couldn't understand it at all.

The Black Sister did not talk about mystery, did not talk about Bagua and Yin-Yang, but only talked about "etiquette."

"Yu Little Fengxian, how much have you learned? Is it that this teacher's lecture is not clear enough?" The Black Sister could almost not control the proud and arrogant smile on her face, just as Xiao Yu could not control the embarrassment and awkwardness on her face.

Xiao Yu did not speak, looking at Sister Shao Yao with her eyes.

Sister Shao Yao's face flushed, and she said, "I am dull; I only understood a small half."

"Let's continue," Xiao Yu said.

Sister Shao Yao first pulled the two to the fourth floor to drink tea for a while and eat a few snacks.

After regaining their energy, she had the maids bring out the guzheng and pipa.

"Sister Little Fengxian, have you ever heard of Zhang Zhang Kunlun and Li Shansu?"

Xiao Yu shook her head, "Are they masters of zither skills?"

The Black Sister pretended to be surprised, covered her mouth and shouted, "Heavens, you don't even know the Zither Immortals?"

Sister Shao Yao waved her hand and said softly, "It is normal that Sister Little Fengxian does not know; although the two immortals are world-famous masters, they have already registered in the Heavenly Registry for tens of thousands of years."

"Time is too long; nowadays, the Central Plains of China may not even pass down their names."

The Black Sister started sneering again, "Sister Shao Yao, do not judge others by yourself; the culture of the Central Plains of China is long-standing, always passed down in an orderly manner, never broken."

"Not to mention the Zither Immortals from tens of thousands of years ago, aren't the ancient legends of the Emperor period still circulating among the people?"

Sister Shao Yao did not argue with her, only looking at Xiao Yu and saying, "Zhang Zhang Kunlun is the number one pipa player since the Middle Ages, and Li Shansu left behind the world's number one zither fingering technique."

"If you follow me to learn this set of zither skills, you can be considered a fourth-generation direct disciple of the ancient immortals."

Xiao Yu asked suspiciously, "How is it only the fourth generation? Could it be that Sister Sister Shao Yao's teacher is an immortal?"

Sister Shao Yao smiled slightly, "An immortal can't be counted, a ghost immortal is barely one."

Xiao Yu's heart stirred, "Please pass on the true method?"

Sister Shao Yao's eyes flashed, "I heard you met the Painting Saint of the Central Plains? I am in a similar situation to you, but I met the Zither Immortal Xue Qiongqiong."

"Teacher Xue Qiongqiong is a direct disciple of Ancestor Li Shansu, and she also learned the pipa from Zhang Zhang Kunlun."

"A few years ago, I was fortunate enough to learn fingering techniques from her for a day and two nights."

"Nowadays, I can barely make a living with this skill." ===== CHAPTER 200 =====