Wu Daofeng asked with a smile.
Upon hearing this, the white-haired old man took a swig of wine before smiling and saying, "Let's make a deal. Sell this stone tablet to me, and name your price."
"Don't even think about it."
Wu Daofeng immediately stood in front of the stone tablet, staring at the white-haired old man with a serious expression: "You're even eyeing a stone tablet? Have you no shame?"
"Uh, you're still as stingy as ever. If the stone tablet is gone, you can carve another one. How boring, so incredibly boring."
The white-haired old man shook his head, looking disappointed.
Then, he suddenly turned around and stared at Ye Qiu: "Young man, find a piece of paper, rewrite the text on the stone tablet, and add your signature as well. I'll trade you my 'Free and Easy Sword Technique,' how about it?"
boom.
These words immediately caused an uproar at the scene.
A piece of calligraphy can be exchanged for a free and unfettered sword technique; even a ghost would know which to choose.
But Ye Qiu refused: "Senior, I'm really sorry, writing is much more difficult than practicing martial arts, I'm afraid I can't write anymore today."
"Little Leaf..."
Wu Daofeng quickly glanced at Ye Qiu, then whispered in Ye Qiu's ear, "The Free Sword Technique is a sacred method. Don't be confused. You can't just write a few lines and it will be done. This old geezer has always acted strangely. He has his reasons for asking for the calligraphy now. Just agree to it."
"Is that so?" Ye Qiu frowned. "I just felt that this was clearly an unfair deal, and there was probably some other hidden meaning behind it, which is why I refused directly."
“As I just said, this old man acts strangely, but there must be a reason behind his strangeness. He and I are old friends, and he won’t harm you. You can rest assured,” Wu Daofeng said.
"Young friend Ye Qiu, I am very busy and cannot wait until tomorrow. Could you please listen to what I have to say and write it down for me now?"
"OK."
Ye Qiu no longer refused.
Soon, someone brought paper and pen and handed them to Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu wrote it down carefully and handed it to the white-haired old man with both hands.
The white-haired old man carefully took the paper and examined the words on it with great care.
As he read, he suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face as he laughed: "To continue the lost learning of the sages and to usher in an era of peace for all generations, I once had such lofty ambitions. But as the years have passed, I can only drown my sorrows in wine. How difficult it is! But to see these four earth-shattering lines on my deathbed is enough. I have no regrets."
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