Taming the Demon: A Guide to Raising a Great Sage

Chapter 180 179, Brother Lang's talent
Bai Shishi sized Shen Lang's eyes, curled the corners of her mouth:

"You look like an empty son now. At first glance, you look like a drunk and lustful son who is incapable of writing and martial arts. You don't look like anything."

Shen Lang pondered for a while:
"Pretending to be a samurai is too low in martial arts to get in, and too high in martial arts can easily cause vigilance, so it seems more convenient to pretend to be a scribe?"

Bai Shishi expressed doubts:
"However, can you refer to things and write poems?"

"Well……"

It is easy to copy poems, but it is difficult to write poems referring to objects.

If you point out something that you don't have in your poetry library and ask yourself to compose a poem on the spot, wouldn't that be revealing?
Bai Shishi saw his troubled appearance, held back a smile and raised her hand to point to a small sand state on the lake, where several big white geese were grazing:

"Master Kongkong, please use those geese to compose a poem on the spot."

Shen Lang opened his mouth and came:

"A flock of geese in Shazhou, booing and driving down the river, going down the river to catch the geese to cure hunger, and going home to play after eating... Cough cough, this one doesn't count, point to another one."

Nima couldn't help but read out this doggerel, fortunately it was in private, otherwise it would have been a big joke.

"I think that we should give up."

Bai Shishi looked at Shen Lang sympathetically:

"Poetry is about talent. Without that talent, even if you read thousands of volumes, you can't write any good poems. Do you have any other talents? Painting, chess, musical instruments, whatever, you can get Is it possible?"

Shen Lang spread his hands together:
"I have some confidence in musical instruments, but there's no piano here!"

Bai Shishi looked puzzled:

"Piano? How can there be a piano made of steel?"

Shen Lang shook his head:

"The piano I'm talking about is not the same as the piano you're talking about... Forget it, I'm still pretending to be a martial artist. Apart from Buddhist secret martial arts, I have many other unique skills, which should not arouse suspicion."

Bai Shishi put her arms around her chest:
"It's up to you. But if you are exposed and killed, don't expect me to help you."

"Put your hands down, you are a maid, how can you put on such a frivolous attitude in front of your son-in-law? If the family style is a little stricter, it's time to whip you now."

Shen Lang first corrected Bai Shishi's posture, and then said:

"When I was besieged, if you helped me, it would be considered a major meritorious service."

Bai Shishi asked: "Can I avoid death?"

Shen Lang said earnestly: "I'll help you intercede, maybe there is a chance to replace beheading with hanging and leave a whole body."

Bai Shishi rolled her eyes angrily:

"Screw you!"

Immediately, the two strode towards Tianxiangshe Manor, and soon passed the carriage and horse farm, and came to the gate.

In front of the gate of the manor, there were four young warriors with long swords on their backs, two men and two women.

There is also a scholar who is holding a scroll and shaking his head while reading, an old man with a goatee with a chessboard in front of him, a middle-aged painter who is holding a drawing board and drawing pictures on the lake, and a young woman who is guarding a musical instrument stand.

Seeing Shen Lang with a pale and vain face, a pair of dark circles and big bags under his eyes, swaggering over with a maid, the gatekeepers couldn't help curling their lips secretly, with contempt in their eyes.

This guy has an overdone look on his face, and he looks like a slutty dandy who has no knowledge, no literary skills, and no martial arts skills.

This kind of person, they are much more visible.

"Don't weigh yourself, the gate of Tianxiang Club, can that kind of stuff get in?"

A young female warrior whispered.

The four of them are all disciples of "Mingjian Villa", and all of them have sixth-rank cultivation. Although their internal strength varies, they all have sharp swordsmanship.

If the people who come to visit are warriors, they will judge each other's martial arts.

Kungfu needs to be recognized by them before they are eligible to enter the door.

However, the four Mingjian Villa disciples at the door didn't think that the young master who was coming to him knew martial arts.

With his kidney-deficit appearance, he would be so tired that he would be out of breath even if he ran for a few steps. How could he have the slightest understanding of martial arts?
He should be just an incompetent person who spent money to buy some poems and wanted to use his "literary talent" to get away with it.

Just as he was guessing how the young master was going to play tricks, he saw the other party striding forward to the gate, unfolding the folding fan with a bang, shaking the fan in a chic manner, and said leisurely:

"Young Master Kongxu, Ji Ruxue, is from the south. He has traveled through Luling Mansion and has been famous for Tianxiang Club for a long time. I heard that Tianxiang Club will hold a literary and martial poetry meeting tonight. I am here to visit, and I want to see the grand occasion of the poetry meeting."

The emptiness son Ji Ruxue...

This name was too cold, and the four disciples of "Mingjian Villa" felt goosebumps all over their bodies, and they almost couldn't help rubbing their arms with their hands folded.

The scholar who was studying laughed dryly, got up and bowed, and asked:

"It turned out to be Mr. Ji. There is indeed a poetry meeting in our society tonight, but does Mr. Ji know the rules of our society? You need to write a poem about objects, or show off any talent in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and we will approve it. Can enter the door to participate in the poetry meeting."

Shen Lang chuckled:
"The next martial artist, although I have always admired the elegance of culture, unfortunately I don't have much talent for these. But I heard that Tianxiang Club also accepts martial arts visits. Tonight's poetry meeting is also a 'civil and martial arts poetry meeting'. I wonder if I can do it Wu Dengmen?"

Warrior?

The scholar looked at Shen Lang suspiciously, and then turned his head to look at the four Mingjian Villa disciples.

The four Mingjian Villa disciples were also surprised, and looked up and down Shen Lang with scrutiny, but they couldn't tell that there was no trace of martial arts in his body.

A male disciple of Mingjian Villa frowned and said:
"Mr. Ji, are you joking? Forgive me for my poor eyesight, but I really can't tell that Mr. Ji has martial arts."

Another female disciple of Mingjian Villa said with a smile:
"Master Ji, your bones don't seem to be very strong? Could it be that you have some hidden disease? If you are weak and weak, force yourself to practice martial arts, but it will kill you."

Being questioned and ridiculed by these two people, Shen Lang was not annoyed, he just smiled and said:
"Ji's appearance really doesn't look like a warrior, so it's no wonder that several people misunderstood.

"But some of you don't know that two years ago, when Ji was practicing the unique art 'Ice Palm', he accidentally broke his Qi and damaged his meridians. Under the attack of cold poison, he became as weak as he is now. Looks weak.

"But Ji doesn't look very tough on the outside, but his body has already healed. It was a blessing in disguise, and he has cultivated this family tradition that has been practiced by three generations of elders. Ji is confident, with this cold palm Kung fu, you should be qualified to enter the poetry club."

"This……"

Hearing what he said, the disciples of Mingjian Villa put away their contempt and looked at each other. When they looked at Shen Lang again, their expressions became solemn.

Martial arts can't be adulterated in the slightest. Whether you are a real master or not, you can tell if you try it out.

As for the fact that they can't see that Shen Lang has martial arts at all, that can only explain one thing:

This "Master of Void" Ji Ruxue's martial arts were far above theirs, and he was able to completely conceal his aura, making them unaware.

At that moment, the male disciple who questioned Shen Lang before took a step forward, clasped his fists at Shen Lang, and said:
"Xia Liangzheng, a disciple of the fifth generation of Mingjian Villa. Would Mr. Ji show his brilliant skills and open the eyes of the lower class?"

Shen Lang didn't shirk, walked to the left side of the gate, under a large willow tree that hugged the tree, nodded slightly to the crowd, then raised his palm and patted on the trunk.

Bang!
With a muffled sound, the big willow tree remained motionless, but a palm print exploded on the back of the trunk.

There are also countless ice particles the size of soybeans, ejected from the palm print, and flew two or three feet away, like a hailstorm.

The strength of this palm made the scholar and other literati gasp in amazement, and the four disciples of Mingjian Villa could not help but hold their breaths and their faces showed shock.

Later, Liang Zheng bowed his hands with a dignified expression:
"What a icy palm! Young Master Ji's palm is amazing, I admire it. His words offended me a lot earlier, Young Master Ji Haihan."

The female disciple who had mocked Shen Lang hurriedly stepped forward to apologize.

Shen Lang smiled generously, shook his folding fan and said:

"It doesn't matter. Ji has also heard that after the Tianxiang Club became famous, there were many rascals with malicious intentions who came to make trouble. Offend it?"

"Master Ji has a broad mind, I admire him..."

After a few words of politeness, Liang Zheng personally brought Shen Lang and Bai Shishi into the gate of the manor, and sent them to the garden courtyard where the poetry meeting was held.

On the way, Shen Lang asked in a chatty manner:

"Brother Liang, who are the well-known warriors participating in the poetry meeting tonight?"

"There are really two masters. Those two are the most outstanding young heroes in our Luling martial arts. The martial arts seniors who have grown up for many years are not their opponents, so they are known as the twin stars of Luling martial arts, and they are martial arts geniuses who are expected to enter the fourth rank before the age of 30."

"Oh? I don't know how to call those two twin stars?"

"Those two, one is Yan Wufeng, the eldest son of the Yan family of the martial arts family in Luling Prefecture, and he cultivates the Yan family's unique art 'melting iron and breaking gold hands', which is amazingly powerful. The other is Wu Tianhong, who is originally a scholar. Born in a family, but loves martial arts since childhood, he left a book at the age of 13 and left without a trace, returned five years later, and has already developed a high level of internal strength, as well as an exquisite sword technique..."

"These two are Miss Yue Linger's admirers, right?"

"Haha, isn't Brother Ji?"

"Ji is here for the first time. Although I have heard of Miss Yue Linger's name, I have never met her. So..."

"Hehe, when Brother Ji sees Miss Yue, maybe he will fall in love with Miss Yue Linger like Yan Wufeng and Wu Tianhong."

"Brother Liang, what about you? Don't you have any thoughts about Miss Yue?"

"Haha, people are valuable with self-knowledge. I, Liang Zheng, have a few catties and a few ounces. I know it very well. I won't look for troubles in the mirror."

"Brother Liang is open-minded. By the way, Brother Liang, I heard that your sect is the largest martial arts sect in Luling. Are there no disciples of your sect among the most outstanding martial arts rookies in Luling Mansion?"

"Of course our school has outstanding rookies who are not inferior to Yan Wufeng and Wu Tianhong. But my senior sister is very low-key, not as pushy as Yan and Wu."

"Oh? I don't know what the name of Brother Liang's senior sister is? What state is it now?"

"Senior sister's boudoir name, without her consent, I can't tell you. I can only tell Mr. Ji that her surname is Lin. As for her realm, she is also a fifth-rank master. But my senior sister Lin was given by her master and my uncle at the beginning. I have come to a conclusion that her talent is limited, and she can barely reach the fifth rank in her life. But she didn't expect that in the past few years, she seems to have suddenly opened up, and her martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds..."

Hearing this, Shen Lang smiled slightly, and was almost certain that that "Senior Sister Lin" was the eldest "Blood Spider" among the seven spider sisters.

Although according to Liang Zheng's statement, "Senior Sister Lin" is only a fifth-rank Dacheng, but she is obviously hiding her strength.

As a demon god esoteric disciple, of course, one should not be too high-profile, and it is enough to show the cultivation base of the fifth rank.

If the true cultivation base of the middle stage of the fourth rank is revealed, it would be too shocking and will definitely arouse suspicion.

So far, apart from the dead Du Qianqian and the captured Bai Shishi among the Seven Spider Sisters, Shen Lang has already found out the identities of three of them: Senior Sister Lin, Yun Wei, and Yue Ling'er.

There are only two identities left, and they have not been found out yet.

However, one of the spiders almost had a clue:

That tea has been sold in several provinces, and even entered the market in the capital city. The "Xiangshan Tea House", which provides free refreshments for Tianxiang Club all the year round, probably hides a spider.

There is only the last spider left, and there are no clues yet.

At this time, Liang Zheng continued to say:
"Speaking of which, my Senior Sister Lin is also in this manor right now. She will also participate in the poetry meeting to maintain the safety of the scene. After all, there are many warriors attending the meeting. If there is no verbal conflict, they will fight on the spot. Compete.

"If Mr. Ji wants to befriend my Senior Sister Lin, you can talk to her by yourself. Although Senior Sister Lin is low-key, she also likes to make friends with martial arts. With Mr. Ji's icy palm, you may have the opportunity to ask her girlfriend name!"

Shen Lang smiled:
"If there is a chance, I should make friends with that strange woman, Senior Sister Lin."

Chatting all the way, I walked for more than a quarter of an hour in this huge lakeside manor, and finally arrived at the garden courtyard where the poetry meeting was held.

Sending Shen Lang and Shen Lang into the gate of the courtyard, and confessing a few words to a maidservant, telling her to entertain Shen Lang and them, Liang Zheng left and went back to guard the gate.

The maid then led Shen Lang and the two of them to a pavilion surrounded by flowers and trees, with a rockery pond outside, and served them refreshments.

"Two distinguished guests, the poetry meeting will start in half an hour, please have some refreshments first."

Shen Lang thanked and sent the little maid to entertain others.

After the little maid left the pavilion, Shen Lang took a piece of snack, got up and left the pavilion, came to the edge of the pond outside the pavilion, broke the snack into pieces and threw it into the pond water, soon several red carps surfaced, Scramble for dim sum.

Shen Lang lowered his left hand to the water of the pool again, and with a thought, there were slight ripples on the water surface. A red carp with extraordinarily slender body and gorgeous scales appeared in the pool water out of thin air. among other red carps.

Shen Lang nodded in satisfaction, and was about to return to the pavilion when he suddenly heard a slightly stiff female voice:

"You are the master of emptiness, Ji Ruxue? I saw Junior Brother Liang just now, and he said that you have amazing power of cold palms, but I don't know if it is true?"

[Ask for a ticket~! 】

(End of this chapter)