Luo Jiujiang's calligraphy is not as rich and graceful as those of famous calligraphers, but it also has a solid foundation and a smooth flow of energy. At least it is presentable.
However, Xie Chuncan made an inhumane and all-round mockery of his handwriting.
Luo Jiujiang sheathed the scabbard he had just scraped across the snow back to his waist and said helplessly, "I've been holding a pen with my foot for the first half of my life, so I probably won't be able to learn to write with my hand in this lifetime. Since Brother Xie is so confident, please teach me."
Xie Chuncan glanced at him, but didn't refuse. He simply pulled an arrow from his quiver, dropped it gracefully from the tree, and leaned over to write. His movements were so fluid that Luo Jiujiang practically slapped his thigh. He must have been waiting for Luo Jiujiang to say that, having already planned his movements and locations.
His handwriting was as sharp as silver and as clear as iron, and his spirit was free and easy. When it was written on the snow, it was the three big characters "向见欢乐".
Luo Jiujiang came over to take a look and was truly convinced: "I can't compare to Brother Xie's calligraphy, but at least I pulled Brother Xie down from the tree."
Xie Chuncan looked at the willow calligraphy he had written on the snow, a fleeting look of melancholy in his eyes. He wiped away the character "相" (Xiang) with his foot. "I'll have to climb the tree again, but Jiujiang...if you're not afraid of being shot down by an arrow, you can come sit on it."
Half an incense stick later, Xie Chuncan opened his eyes as expected and threw three dice to Luo Jiujiang who was sitting on the treetop opposite him.
"Before our next gambling game, I can teach you how to roll the dice. Want to learn?"
"Learn." Luo Jiujiang raised his hand and threw three dice high into the air. They collided in mid-air, making a crisp sound. "Since Brother Xie is teaching you, why not learn?"
As Luo Jiujiang turned to watch Xie Chuncan's technique, his eyes accidentally swept across the snow. The words they had written earlier had not yet been completely covered by the snow. He noticed that after Xie Chuncan wiped out the word "Xiang" with his foot, the remaining traces on the snow were exactly one horizontal and one vertical.
Reading it vertically, it is "Thanks for the End of Spring"; reading it horizontally, it is "Thanks for the Joy
The two words "Chun Can" are very close to the surname Xie, while the word "Jian Huan" is very far away from the character Xie.
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In the third round of pursuit, Luo Jiujiang was still defeated, but this time he used the trap he had laid in advance to get within five feet of Xie Chun's body.
This time he lost to Xie Chuncan in a painting.
He painted the blue sea.
The snow here was as fine as sand, and the waves depicted were lapping against the smooth snow. The tide had receded, revealing a few rocks on the sand. There were often small crabs and shells on the beach, and Luo Jiujiang also drew a few of them based on his memory.
Xie Chuncan hesitantly identified the contents of the scroll: "You are painting... the sea?"
"This is my hometown," Luo Jiujiang replied solemnly. He watched Xie Chuncan carefully touch the shell painted on the snow with an arrow shaft, a rare look of curiosity on his face, and suddenly something moved in his heart.
"Brother Xie, how long have you been in this damn place?"
"I came here eleven years ago," Xie Chuncan answered nonchalantly. He held the arrow shaft over the shell and sketched it vaguely, then leaned over to look at a crab not far away.
Luo Jiujiang deliberately said, "Brother Xie looks very young. I didn't expect that he is already twenty-one or older?"
Xie Chuncan looked back at him in surprise. "I just thought you couldn't count, but I didn't expect you couldn't tell people's ages at all. Did you use my eyelashes to tell I was already an adult?"
"If a boy under ten years old crosses the boundary, it will cause certain damage to his meridians, tendons and bones." Luo Jiujiang deliberately pretended to be stupid to Xie Chuncan, "So you should be at least twenty-one years old... Brother Xie, why do you look at me like this? Was I wrong?"
"Your hometown is truly a good place with simple folk customs, to have raised a fool like you." Xie Chuncan sneered and pointed at Luo Jiujiang, "This deadly place doesn't even care about human life, so how could it possibly care about the health of children's meridians? I was brought in when I was seven years old."
Seven years old...
Even spending a single day in this oppressive environment made Luo Jiujiang feel heavy-hearted. Xie Chuncan had been thrown into this death trap since childhood, and after spending eleven years there, not only had he lost his voice, but he was also able to taunt with such fluency, which was quite rare.
Luo Jiujiang's eyes darkened: If that was the case, he would understand why Xie Chuncan was so interested in his paintings.
He probably has never seen the sea or shells or crabs... In fact, Luo Jiujiang very much doubted that some of the little things he was used to seeing might have been something Xie Chuncan had never even heard of.
"Thank you, Brother." Luo Jiujiang suddenly said, "After we get out, I'll take you to see the sea."
"Hmm?" Xie Chuncan turned his head sharply, the slight innocence that had been brought to him by the shell gone without a trace. He narrowed his eyes, revealing the half-smile Luo Jiujiang was familiar with, and hid all his vigilance under a leisurely tone. "You tell it to others?"
"Not to mention that you're still a long way from the fifth level of foundation building... Jiujiang, your life is still at stake in the gambling game I opened."
"Okay." Luo Jiujiang raised his eyebrows. "Letting me do whatever I want is Brother Xie's bargaining chip for the final round, right? Then we'll talk about it after I beat Brother Xie."
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In the fourth round, Xie Chuncan officially pulled out a feather arrow whose tip had not been ground off.
Just as the arrow was being drawn onto the bowstring, pointed quietly at Luo Jiujiang's throat, he felt a sudden tightness in his back. The next moment, Xie Chuncan's fingers loosened, and Luo Jiujiang faced the speed of Xie Chuncan's arrow for the first time.
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