This Martial Saint is too generous.

Chapter 2 I am best at imitating handwriting
"What? You want to copy books for senior brother?"

"My gourd wine has been mixed with water eight times, can you still get drunk?"

Gao Erhu's expression became hesitant.

"I'm not drunk... I can read and write."

"Don't worry, I don't have the ideal of being a servant disciple, and I won't take your position away."

Qin Jinyang said seriously.

After clicking the root bone three times in a row, my mind is no longer confused, my hands are getting more stable, and there is no problem with writing.

In this world, literate people are a minority and skills are scarce.

"I'm not afraid of you robbing the position. Senior brother Feng Duoying has a kind heart, so he can't go back on what he says. The last servant violated the house rules, and it was senior brother who pleaded for mercy, otherwise he would have been beaten to death on the spot."

"But it doesn't matter if you know how to write... Once the copying is found out, the crime will be aggravated."

Gao Erhu looked at the deepest room and sighed.

A long time ago, inner disciples thought of this method.

He really hoped that Qin Jinyang could copy the books so that Feng Duoying could feel more at ease. Copying books is really painful.

Feng Duoying is kind to Gao Erhu.

"Coincidentally, I am best at copying handwriting."

"Let's try it first. A dead horse is a living horse doctor. If my handwriting is not good enough, it's fine. What if it works?"

Qin Jinyang smiled.

The skill of copying handwriting has nothing to do with golden fingers, it is my talent. When I was a child, Qin Jinyang made a lot of hot money in school.

"You don't have parents in the village. I heard that your godfather is a Taoist fortune-teller. So you know how to write... It's a pity that you ruined this ability when you fell into the handyman's hall."

Gao Erhu slapped his forehead.

"Yes, I can read and write!"

During the past three days, Qin Jinyang's mind was in a daze. With the improvement of his roots, many memories of the original owner began to emerge.

The life experience of the original owner can be described as miserable.

There is no father and mother, but there is a godfather who is a Taoist priest who is a fortune teller. In a famine year and a severe drought, the Taoist priest sent the original owner to the villa through his relationship, and then disappeared.

The original owner was actually only literate, not able to write.

Therefore, when he entered the villa, he didn't mention it at all. Literacy is useless. If you can write, you won't be a coolie.

"Okay, I'll go ask my brother."

"Speaking of which, your ambition is not to serve as a disciple. Could it be that you still want to be an inner disciple? Haha!"

Gao Erhu joked.

For their handymen, serving disciples is equivalent to reaching the sky in one step.

"Not only do I want to be an inner disciple, I also want to be the hall master, the elder, and even the villa master... Do you believe it?"

Qin Jinyang also boasted casually.

"I believe it, of course I believe it. I will believe it even when you become the emperor... When you become the emperor, I will be your personal eunuch, hahahaha... You boy, you are humorous... Wait for my news..."

Gao Erhu stood up.

This belly is getting bigger and bigger.

Qin Jinyang was feeling emotional, but at the same time, he was also faintly worried... Does the poison in the chicken head exist or not!

……

Feng Duoying was overwhelmed by drowsiness and felt restless.

The kind of irritability that wants to die.

You can hit me.

I can also be whipped.

Why do you want me to copy the book?

This is my life.

Holding the brush in his hand, Feng Duoying's eyelids were clenched, and he was thinking about stabbing his butt.

It's also weird, as long as the pen is in hand, I can't help dozing off.

It's as simple as asking me to run five laps on the top of the mountain, but I was tortured by copying books.

Master, you are so poisonous.

In the Houshengtang, copying books is a hard target for disciples' assessment, and every year there are disciples who are expelled because of failing to copy books.

Although I have a special status, it is impossible to be expelled from the villa, but my father's punishment is not a joke, and if I am ashamed, my father will also be ashamed. He is under a lot more pressure than others.

"Master, it's me, Gao Erhu!"

Gao Erhu knocked lightly on the door.

Only he, an attendant, is qualified to enter the young master's courtyard. Without a recommendation, Qin Jinyang couldn't get close at all.

"Tiger? Are you still not resting so late? I will call you if necessary. You don't have to stay up late with me."

Feng Duoying opened the door with a particularly haggard handsome face.

"Master, I want to talk to you about something..."

Gao Erhu hurriedly introduced Qin Jinyang.

"Copy the book? Don't hurt me. Once the master finds out, I will be worse than now..."

Feng Duoying subconsciously refused.

Last year, he followed other senior brothers and went to the town to hire someone to copy books, but unfortunately he couldn't hide it from his master. He was locked up in a small dark room for a month, isolated from the world, and his life was worse than death.

"Try it! Check it yourself first."

Gao Erhu said.

"Hmph, I, Feng Duoying, am a talented person. I just copied books. As for finding someone else to replace him? You let him in first, and I will identify the face of a liar... Strange, there are still people in the handyman hall who can write?"

Feng Duoying sighed: Master is right, there is such a thing as being lazy, the first time, in fact, there have been countless times.

In the dark, there is still some expectation.

……

"Unbelievable... unbelievable!"

Qin Jinyang sneaked into the young master's study secretly, and started copying without too many pleasantries.

Just after writing a dozen or so words, Feng Duoying was dumbfounded, astonishing.

This level of copying cannot be said to be similar, but it can only be said to be exactly the same.

Including some of my own little habits, there is no difference.

That's pretty cool!

Talent.

My handyman's hall is actually the place where Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is located.

"call……"

Seeing Feng Duoying's astonished expression, Gao Erhu quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

There is a play!

Qin Jinyang's copying speed was very fast, and his serious appearance made people a little respectful.

Is this scholarly arrogance?

……

"It turned out to be a practice method, and this book was not copied in vain!"

Qin Jinyang sighed while copying the book.

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Name: Qin Jinyang
Status: Handyman of Helan Villa

Root bone: mud level [next stage: rotten wood level (3/10)]

Martial Arts: "Da Jiang Gong" (Introduction)

Potential: 0 points

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Copying books is not as easy as peeling potatoes.

After copying a thin volume, it was already late at night when the bright moon was in the sky.

Feng Duoying ordered the kitchen to prepare all kinds of pastries, and it was the first time Qin Jinyang ate so full.

At the same time, he also mastered a skill.

"The exercise is really mysterious, it seems like a cloud of energy appears in the body!"

Qin Jinyang can disperse qi in the limbs of the body, which can make the arms and legs stronger and the skin tougher.

This is infuriating.

It can be understood as the blue bar of the warrior.

"It's amazing, it's really amazing! Dajiang Gong is such a difficult exercise to copy, and it was all written in less than one night. You are a young copying genius... you don't even fall asleep."

Feng Duoying carefully picked up the scroll and sniffed the ink.

He planned to hand it over to the master in five days, but even so, the task was overfulfilled.

As for the fear of the small black room last time, it was gone.

Compared with the writing in front of me, the last scholar was a liar, and what he wrote was full of flaws.

"Master, I think it's easy for brother Qin to copy books. Why are all the inner disciples in the villa suffering so much?"

Gao Erhu asked out his doubts.

Brothers practice kung fu, exposed to wind and sun, crossing mountains and mountains, bleeding and sweating, not even afraid of the whip, why are they afraid of copying books.

"You have never studied martial arts, so you don't understand the pain of copying books."

"Dajiang Gong is the most basic zhenqigong method. The biggest problem is hypnosis. To practice Dajiang Gong, you must stay awake. I am tired all day long and doze off late at night. How can I copy Dajiang Gong?"

Feng Duoying sighed.

Suffering and suffering can be done by perseverance, but there is no way to persist in copying books.

Moreover, Dajiang Kung Fu is the most basic kung fu method, the progress of cultivation is slow, and the effect is not obvious, so the disciples are particularly resistant in their hearts.

Qin Jinyang didn't speak, and was summarizing and analyzing in his heart.

Dajiang Gong can really calm the mind and make people calm.

But too much calm is sleep.

Martial artists like to be active and not quiet, and because of their exhaustion, it is normal for them to fall asleep.

For them, copying books is to fight against instinctive subconsciousness, which is indeed more difficult than exposure to wind and sun.

……

[The ship you sent out allows people to escape punishment and rewards 1 point of potential. 】

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Qin Jinyang still focused on his potential.

According to Feng Duoying, Dajiang Kung Fu is the most basic Qi-gathering formula, which can be improved by meditating and copying books quietly. Fighting warriors depends on martial arts and martial arts.

As long as the roots are high enough, copying books and practicing can be faster than others.

"According to the cost of hiring someone to copy the book in the past, the whole book will take seven days, counting one tael of silver per day, a total of seven taels."

"But I've been spending a lot of money recently, and I don't have much money on me. I'll give you 5 taels. I'll compensate you when my father sends the money next month."

Feng Duoying took out 5 taels of silver.

In this world, scholars who are good at writing are not short of money, but copying their minds is even more exhausting. One tael a day is considered a friendship price.

Although Qin Jinyang is very talented, but his status is humble, Feng Duoying can actually fool a couple of things, but he is upright in heart and never cheats others.

But I am really short of money recently.

Although he is the young master of the hall master's family, the hall master is an old-fashioned old man who follows the rules. Feng Duoying's superficial beauty is also unspeakable.

"This……"

Qin Jinyang's eyes lit up.

I thought I would be rewarded with a few copper coins, but I didn't expect that at the beginning of the game, 5 taels of silver, this young master is really willing to give... to be able to deal with it!
……

[Hint: A man who treats money as dung, do you refuse to give alms? 】

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"I don't want this money!"

"I came to copy the book because of Brother Erhu's friendship. Money has a price, but friendship is priceless. It is my job to help the young master, not to talk about money..."

Qin Jinyang refused with tears.

I am Nima, 5 taels.

……

[You are indifferent to money benefits, reward potential 1 point. 】

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"This... really has a good character, a literati character."

Feng Duoying was stunned for a moment, and without being too polite, he took back the 5 taels of silver. He was really short of money: "What's your name?" He was going to remember the name seriously.

"Qin Yuanyang...his name is Qin Yuanyang."

Gao Erhu quickly introduced.

My friendship is actually worth 5 taels of silver.

Am I so valuable?
"Qin Jinyang, to be honest, I am really short of money, and I dare not tell my father about copying books."

"But I will never let you suffer... Dozens of brothers in Houshengtang have suffered from copying books, and they will be expelled from the villa if you are not careful. As long as you can guarantee the speed of copying books, I will protect you." Earn enough 100 taels... to outsiders, we are not merciful."

Feng Duoying pondered for a while and decided to be a middleman.

With an upright character, Qin Jinyang is not allowed to suffer. After all, everyone is a benefactor.

"Listen to the arrangement of the young master!"

Qin Jinyang's eyes lit up, 100 taels of silver in this place is not a small amount, I hope it is not bragging.

While practicing Dajiang Kung Fu, earn some money at the same time.

The best of both worlds.

These 5 taels of silver, let's treat it as an investment network.

Networking is something that is really valuable sometimes.

As for the hard work of peeling potatoes, Qin Jinyang said goodbye.

There was no need for Feng Duoying to speak, Gao Erhu could put him in the most relaxed position with a casual word.

(End of this chapter)