“By following Miss Bai, there will naturally be opportunities,” Yun Zhan said without hesitation.
“Young Master Yun is right. As long as we remain loyal to you, we will definitely have opportunities,” Niu Shanming nodded repeatedly.
"However, everyone should still keep a calm mind, because the Way of Literature is inherently very difficult to comprehend, and its inheritance has been completely severed," Yun Zhan added.
"Zhan'er is right." Yun Yue patted Yun Zhan's shoulder and asked, "You just said you have nine inches of talent, what level is that?"
"I only know that talent is divided into nine inches. One or two inches is low-level, three to five inches is mid-level, and six to nine inches is high-level," Yun Zhan said.
"Then you are... a high-level one?" Yun Yue asked with delight.
"As far as I know, yes." Yun Zhan nodded.
"Not bad, not bad." Yun Yue became even happier, his mouth almost stretched to his ears, and his eyes narrowed into slits.
They truly are worthy sons of the Yun family.
The other elders of the Yun family also smiled contentedly, their backs straightening even more.
The Yun family is proud to have such a son.
Yun Zhan himself was very satisfied.
After all, in his understanding, nine inches of talent was the supreme level.
Everyone cast envious glances their way.
"Young Master Yun, congratulations!" Bai Wenyuan said, cupping his hands in greeting.
"Thank you for your praise, Elder Bai," Yun Zhan said, quickly returning the courtesy due to a junior.
"Everything that happened today is due to the return of Wen Dao. I've already told you everything I know. If there's nothing else, I'll head back now," Yun Zhan said.
"Go back where?" Yun Yue asked, taken aback.
Then Yun Tong slapped him hard across the back of the head, the sound of which was crisp and loud.
After the fight, Yun Tong looked at Yun Zhan with a gentle expression: "Miss Bai has gone to so much trouble to teach you alchemy, you must not let her down. Go back and work hard."
Yun Zhan felt a cold wind blowing from the back of his head.
"Your third aunt is right, you must put your heart into it and practice hard," Yun Yue said repeatedly, snapping out of her daze.
"Yes." Yun Zhan nodded: "I will."
After saying that, Yun Zhan left.
Most of the people looked at Yun Zhan's back with envy, except for Bai Wuji and his wife, and the six Bai brothers, who were wary.
It feels like their little darling is about to be snatched away!
After Yun Zhan left, they all went their separate ways.
Tonight, the sky is overcast, and the night is dark and the wind is high.
It was already past midnight.
On the streets of Tianyuan City, squads of patrolling soldiers patrolled back and forth.
Its primary function is to protect the safety of the people of Tianyuan City.
There were two dark figures, one tall and one short.
They carefully bypassed the patrols of soldiers and finally stopped in front of Butcher Li's house in the south of the city.
"His child is a student at Tianyuan Academy." The short man was called Donggua, and his voice was terribly hoarse and unclear, as if he had two pebbles in his mouth.
"Let's go with him." The tall one, named Cucumber, stammered, "Heavenly, Heavenly Grade Spiritual Artifacts are not for children, children can't use them."
“You’re right.” Donggua nodded: “After we succeed, we’ll immediately leave for distant lands, recruit soldiers and build up our own power.”
"Eat, eat delicious food, drink, drink, drink spicy food," Cucumber said with a happy expression.
"Remember, our goal is to seize the treasure, not to kill people, so you must never take lives," Donggua instructed again.
"I understand." Cucumber clenched her fist. "Let's... let's begin."
The winter melon and cucumber quietly sneaked into Butcher Li's house.
I thought they would be asleep by now, since it was the middle of the night.
To everyone's surprise, the room was brightly lit.
Li Dazhuang is still diligently practicing his calligraphy.
His father, Li Erzhuang, his mother, Li Xiulian, and his uncle, Li Xiaozhuang, all stood by his side.
Li Xiulian would occasionally use her hairpin to adjust the candle wick to prevent it from smoldering.
They are usually reluctant to use candles.
But now, even if they use a whole basketful a day, they are happy to do it.
Li Erzhuang poured tea for a while and then brought out dried meat and ribs.
Li Xiaozhuang knew that his nephew loved eating pine nuts, and he was currently sitting to the side happily peeling them.
They were worried that the sound of wrapping pine nuts would disturb Li Dazhuang, so they wrapped them in cotton cloth and tapped them gently.
Li Dazhuang told them several times to go and rest and not to worry about him, but they wouldn't listen and insisted on staying.
So we just went along with it.
He must master the character "人" (ren, meaning person) in the phrase "人之初" (ren zhi chu, meaning the beginning of life) today.
By the time school ended, Xiao Taozi was already able to write the two characters "人之" from "人之初".
Although the character “之” is still a bit crooked, it is still two characters.
He and Xiaotaozi are both discipline committee members in the class, so they can't be too far apart.
He was only slightly talented to begin with, and his aptitude was not as good as Xiao Taozi's, so he should work even harder in private.
I must not let my husband down.
"Should we...wait?" Cucumber asked, looking at the four people in the room.
“They’re all ordinary people; even if they were awake, they wouldn’t be a match for us. Remember to be quick and efficient later, and don’t make a big commotion,” Donggua said.
"Okay." Cucumber nodded vigorously, and a green vine meandered out from his palm.
It rustled along the ground like a snake.
It's upsetting to hear.
Winter Melon secretly set up a spiritual energy shield.
That way, as long as there isn't too much noise, no one outside will notice.
After doing all that, the two of them barged in.
"Who?" Li Erzhuang suddenly stood up and shielded Li Dazhuang and Li Xiulian behind him.
Li Xiaozhuang gripped the hammer tightly, watching the newcomer warily.
"Hand over the brush, and I'll spare your lives." Donggua stared greedily at the brush in Li Dazhuang's hand, his saliva practically dripping from his mouth.
"Hand it over, hand it over." The vines in Cucumber's hand seemed to come alive, binding Li Erzhuang and Li Xiaozhuang in front of him.
They were tied up very tightly, from head to toe.
Not even a single hair can be moved.
"My husband, and my uncle." Li Xiulian bent down, pulled a boning knife from her boot, and lunged at the cucumber.
At the same time, he shouted, "Dazhuang, run!"
"You can't escape." Donggua flashed forward, blocking all of Li Dazhuang's escape routes.
Cucumber had already bound Li Xiulian.
"Let go of my parents and uncle." Li Dazhuang stood there, terrified, but did not back down an inch.
"Oh." Donggua smiled and said, "Look at all the fat on you, you look a lot like my son."
“I’m just fat. I’ll definitely be tall and handsome when I lose weight, unlike you. Even if you’re skin and bones, you’ll still be a shorty,” Li Dazhuang spat.
"How dare you call me a shorty!" Winter Melon was furious. He hated being called a shorty more than anything else in his life.
Immediately, an ice blade slowly materialized in his hand, pointing directly at Li Dazhuang's brow.
They completely forgot that their purpose in coming here was only to seize the treasure, not to kill anyone.
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