I practice making lies come true, master, you try your best to make them up

Chapter 10 Zhang Dayuan and his wife return home

The sword-wielding scholar froze in place, finally remembering his original purpose.

"Are you still confessing?"

His original thoughts were very firm, but when he lowered his head and saw the picture of Liu Sanhe's Night Banquet in his hand, his thoughts were not so firm.

He is a scholar and prefers these calligraphy and paintings to gold and silver.

Especially Liu Sanhe's.

He was a prodigy of the Xia Dynasty 300 years ago, with superb painting skills. Most of the reasons why he learned painting were because he heard the story of Liu Sanhe.

"How about... staying a little longer?"

The sword-wearing scholar thought about it again and again, but still couldn't bear to part with Liu Sanhe's Night Banquet Picture. The most important thing was that he found some luck in his heart.

Since there is a picture of Liu Sanhe's Night Banquet in Zhang's Mansion, is there a picture of Liu Sanhe's Spring River and Moonlight Night?
Will there be Liu Sanhe's most famous painting of the Great Xia Universe?

If he could see these paintings, even if he died on the spot after seeing them, he would not hesitate at all.

"It seems that I won't be able to leave this mansion in a short time."

The sword-wielding scholar looked up to the sky and sighed, feeling very complicated.

It seemed to be joy, it seemed to be emotional, it seemed to be worried, and it seemed to be panic. It was such a mess that even he himself couldn't explain clearly.

"It just so happens that my made-up Five Mountains Magic Technique has only reached the first level, and there are still eight levels behind it. That's enough reason to stay."

Now that he decided to stay, the sword-wielding scholar's thoughts naturally changed. As soon as his thoughts changed, he was immediately overjoyed.

"In this way, I can plan the second stage of the Five Mountains Magic Art in more detail."

If he was forced to make up things before, he was not very motivated, and all he wanted to do was leave.

So now he is willing to stay just to see more of Liu Sanhe's works.

In this way, the motivation is very sufficient.

Once you have a goal, you will never be as natural and calm as before.

Naturally, he is more attentive to the Five Mountains Divine Art that allows him to stay.

"It can also be seen from the previous exchanges that this cheap apprentice is not that stupid. Although he is making up the exercises, he still has to complete every process, at least it sounds like that, before he gives up."

The sword-wielding scholar remembered the process of making up the exercises before.

Zhang Taichu spoke many times, and his words revealed his longing for powerful skills.

The power of the technique is too weak and I am not satisfied.

The logic is not complete at all and I am not satisfied.

He even has his own ideas.

My own opinion!
"Huh?" Suddenly, the sword-wielding scholar woke up and carefully recalled the process and scene of his exchange with this cheap disciple.

"It seems that I made up the Five Mountains Divine Art, and this disciple's ideas also took a lot of credit."

He suddenly came to his senses and thought about it carefully. He always felt like a puppet being led by cheap disciples.

It seemed that he had made up the Five Mountains Divine Art, but now that I think about it, he was the one who made it up, and it was ultimately the idea of ​​this cheap disciple that made it perfect.

"That can't be done!"

The scholar with the sword concentrated on it. If it was before, he wouldn't have cared. Anyway, it was all made up, and it was all completed in the end.

It doesn’t matter whose idea the core is.

But now, he wakes up.Since he decided to stay, this technique must be completely dominated by him, at least his ideas must occupy the core position.

Otherwise, if this disciple suddenly wakes up one day and looks at the Five Mountains Kung Fu, most of them are his own breath and traces...

What if his identity as a liar is discovered?
"No, I have to think about it carefully, completely transform the Five Sacred Skills into my own, and then teach them to him."

"In this way, even if he cannot complete the practice, when he finally reflects on the practice, he will feel that the practice is profound and coincides with his dream practice, but its core is more complex, powerful, and profound."

"In this way, I won't be suspicious, and I won't have to worry about my identity being exposed."

The sword-wielding scholar's mind was spinning very fast. When he took the initiative to do something, all kinds of inspirations and ideas flashed through his mind.

"I created the Five Mountains Divine Art based on the theory of meridians. I said it in a hurry and without care before, but now it seems that I need to put more effort into it."

The scholar with the sword searched his mind and found that he didn't actually know much about meridians. He only knew basic information, deeper functions and effects.

But I don’t know much.

"The basic foundation of the Five Mountains Magic Technique can be laid down, which is to strengthen the internal organs. However, we still have to carefully examine and fabricate the specific effects of the strengthening method."

The scholar with the sword thought about it, made up his mind, walked out of the room, called his servant, and asked him to bring him a medical book.

Since you have decided to create a martial art seriously, you must have a clear understanding of the core of this martial art.

Only by having such a foundation can we be confident, and when making up the exercises, we can have reasons to rely on and methods to find.

Only when one level of magical power is improved can no problems be found.

The servants have already received instructions. Except that the sword-wielding scholar is not allowed to leave Zhang's house, all other requirements must be met.

Not long after, he came back with a pile of medical books in his arms.

The sword-wielding scholar immediately began to read eagerly.

……

In the mansion, Zhang Dayuan and his wife came back with tired faces.

Lao Zhou immediately informed the young master of his departure.

Mrs. Zhang Taichu looked anxious when she heard this, and stood up suddenly: "Chu'er went out, confused. Is this the time to go out?"

"Is there something so important that you can't leave it later or leave it to a servant?"

"No, I have to find him." With that said, Mrs. Zhang Taichu was going to look for her son.

"Madam, don't be anxious." Zhang Dayuan had quick eyes and quick hands. He grabbed his anxious wife and asked Lao Zhou beside him: "Did you give him that thing?"

"What?" Mrs. Zhang Taichu was called out. She was angry at first and was about to get angry. Then when she heard her husband say this, she was stunned.

"Replying to the master, the Xuanhuang Raindrop Needle has been handed over to the young master." Lao Zhou bowed and replied.

"Xuanhuang Falling Rain Needle!" Upon hearing this, Zhang Taichu's mother was immediately startled, then turned to look at her husband, "Dayuan, that's not you..."

"He is our only son, what can I do?" Zhang Dayuan smiled bitterly.

During this period, although he and his wife had left early in the morning and returned late to deal with various matters due to changes in Wu'an County, they had always known about their son's affairs.

Suddenly he fell in love with martial arts, and he found a weak scholar to be his master, and he believed that he was really practicing some unfounded magical skills.

One by one, one by one, as the real person in charge of the Zhang family, how could he not know about it.

After knowing these things, he knew that his son might not be able to settle down in a short time.

In this way, he had already made preparations, and the Xuanhuang Raindrop Needle was his preparation.

(End of this chapter)