Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 395 - 324: Turns Out the Gigolo is So Awesome (Two-in-One - )_2

Chapter 395: Chapter 324: Turns Out the Gigolo is So Awesome (Two-in-One Chapter)_2

Li Xuan’s poem was indeed written on the stele, but the writing left by around a dozen dignitaries on the stele had mostly disappeared without a trace.

"This is---"

The shopkeeper hesitated a bit: "The rule is such; please wait a moment, sir."

He returned to the restaurant in a daze, planning to ask for instruction from the restaurant’s manager.

At this point, everyone in the restaurant was stunned, completely baffled. Especially the table next to Li Xuan, they all seemed as if they had just swallowed a fly.

"Did he really leave some writing?"

"Impossible! How old is he and he’s only achieved the fifth house level in his cultivation. How could he leave writing on this stele?"

"Ha! If this fellow can leave writing, then this Wuyi Stone must be fake."

"I’ll go take a look. Maybe it’s real. There was quite a big commotion in the restaurant earlier. It was like an earthquake."

"I’m curious too. What did he write?"

In front of the stele, Luo Yan looked at Li Xuan in disbelief: "Has your ’Yi of the sword’ reached the ’Po’ level?"

She found it difficult to gauge how deep this guy’s abilities were.

Luo Yan used to think that Li Xuan was a skilled guest who was on par with her. But later she realized that he was just keeping up with her, borrowing the aura of Yu Hongchang.

Now, Luo Yan felt that Li Xuan was again concealing his true strength.

To have advanced ’Yi of the sword’ in the late ’Po’ level, no matter where one was, that would make one quite a character. After all, her sword skill, Luo Yan’s, had only just reached the peak of the ’Po’ level.

"No, I’m still far from it. I had to borrow external forces again." Li Xuan began to recall the feeling, making gestures with his hands:

"But this fused ’Yi of poet and sword’ should be applicable to my sword methods, integrating into my ’Yi of the sword’. I may temporarily reach the ’Po’ level, but the consumption... is massive."

Only at this point did Li Xuan realize that nearly ninety percent of his mana had been exhausted.

He thought that this ’Yi of poetic sword’ wasn’t of much meaning. The ’bamboo sword intent’ stimulated by Xiahou Ying’s tenth house level woody Zhen Yuan was definitely stronger. But wasn’t it beheaded by his ’Phantom Electric Slash’?

But after all, this was a sword technique that could compete with ’Phantom Electric Slash’ for a moment. The more tricks he had, the less likely he would be restrained in the future.

By then, the restaurant manager had come to the stele under the shopkeeper’s company. He took a deep look at the stele, and his face changed. Then he paid his respects to Li Xuan without hesitation: "Could I ask you to leave your name, or an address?"

Li Xuan hesitated for a while, thinking that since he had already written Anonymous, he might as well keep up the pretence. He flicked his robe, held his hands behind his back, exuding an air of mystery:

"There’s no need. The rules of your shop are just to leave a mark on this stele, right? By the way, please ask the shopkeepers to hurry up and bring my two roasted Dragon Alligators."

The manager was a little hesitant, but still asked some of the burly servitudes to carry out the two roasted Dragon Alligators that Li Xuan wanted. Each one weighed four hundred jin and was divided into several soup basins.

Li Xuan cheerfully put them all into the Sumi Ring, then thanked the manager for his hospitality, and left with Luo Yan and Yue Qianqian.

Li Xuan expected that they would have to settle down in ’Earl Jingan’s mansion’ tonight, and there would be no shortage of things to do. After all, that house granted by The Court had not been occupied for two or three years.

At the same time, he was a little curious and expectant about his own house in Beijing.

After the three of them left, the manager continued to watch the stele with a worried expression.

"Enduring thousands of hammerings, enduring winds blowing from east, west, south and north. This should be the poem of Li Xuan, the Hufa of Neo-Confucianism and current Earl Jingan. These characters are quite good, but—"

The problem was that the inscriptions of the three civil servants, four scholars, and four second-rank military ministers on the stele were all gone!

And, how did that young man, who was not yet twenty, manage to do it? It was clear that he was only at the fifth house level of cultivation, but he was able to leave writing on the stele.

This gave the manager a headache, and he didn’t know what to do next, or how to explain to their boss?

At this moment, a middle-aged man in his thirties, dressed in a cyan Confucian robe, suddenly sneered: "Bring me the brush."

The shopkeeper looked over and found that it was one of the guests at Li Xuan’s neighboring table. He hesitated for a moment, but handed over the wolf brush and cinnabar ink still in his hand.

People on the side saw this and couldn’t help but laugh.

"Brother Yuan, are you going to try it too? This is a Wuyi Stone."

"Just let him try it, what does it matter? I suspect that the quality of this Wuyi Stone is insufficient, and anyone can write on it."

"But the words of several civil servants and scholars are not fake. What’s going on?"

That Confucian middle-aged man had already started writing on the stele. At this point, a Hao Qi was suddenly released from his body. It was a pure silver Qi that even shined at the tip. The people around him couldn’t help but cheer for him.

"What a wonderful Hao Qi transforming into a rainbow. Brother Yuan, your cultivation is impressive! You’re fast-approaching the seventh house level."

"This Great Rectitude, the purity has reached silver into gold, competing with the sun and the moon. It seems that although Brother Yuan has been entangled in worldly affairs for these four years as Zhixian, his cultivation hasn’t fallen behind."

"I admire you, Brother Yuan. This Hao Qi truly makes me willing to admit defeat."

A slight smile of satisfaction appeared on the face of the Confucian middle-aged man. Then he found that the words he wrote on the Wuyi Stone had not faded, and he became even more invigorated.