The value of this copybook in Ji Yuanâs eyes was completely different from its value in Lu Shan Junâs eyes, and he was immediately fascinated by it.
Every word on the Sword Intent Inscription had a different presence. Each stroke contained sharpness, but the whole combination gave the illusion of coherence, as if hundreds of clearly unmoving words were dancing together.
Ji Yuan was so fascinated that he lost track of time. The fox on the stone table watched Ji Yuan immerse himself in the copybook. The spiritual energy in the courtyard slowly dissipated after a few moments, but he did not dare disturb him.
Ji Yuan didnât come back to his senses from reading the words until it had gotten very late. He couldnât help but feel emotional.
âGood calligraphy and good swordsmanship! I didnât expect that martial arts swordsmanship could be so sophisticated. It must be very close to the Tao!â
This copybook was not written by an immortal cultivator. Ji Yuan could feel it when he had first come into contact with this copybook: there was no spiritual energy or mysterious techniques in terms of self-cultivation.
The meaning imbued in the words was simply a gesture of wielding the pen like a sword. Merely soaking it in water could destroy the copybook; even Ji Yuanâs bamboo slips could not be easily destroyed by ordinary water and fire.
Whatâs more, what was recorded in the copybook was merely a swordsmanship technique in martial arts â that is to say, it was a small mortal skill that was looked down upon by immortals.
But this combination of sword intents in the characters, with different approaches but the same overall purpose, had a similar effect to a chess game. In Ji Yuanâs mind, it seemed to have become active like a swimming dragon, containing wisdom and will!
âThe martial artist who inscribed this book must be by no means just an ordinary martial artist. He must be an amazingly talented person. I wonder if he is still alive in the world? â
Ji Yuan was pondering it, but he suddenly felt something was wrong.
âWait a minute, why
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are even my thoughts in such formal language? Damn, itâs contagious!â
Ji Yuan hurriedly and nervously shook his head. He turned his head away, and found that the originally drowsy fox on the table was a lot more awake. When he looked at the sky again, he found that the sun was already setting towards the west.
âHahaha⊠Iâm sorry, I forgot the time. I should boil medicine for you! Well, there is no medicine stove or potâŠâ
Ji Yuan knew very well what objects he had in his house, and he did not own a medicine stove, so he could only borrow it from the Yin familyâs house.
âYou stay here and donât run around. Iâll be right back!â
With these words, and seeing how well-behaved the fox looked, Ji Yuan left the courtyard and went to the Yin familyâs house.
Before had even arrived in front of the Yin familyâs courtyard, he heard Yin Qing talking very excitedly.
âMom! Mom! I heard someone talking about Mr. Ji on the way back with Dad today, they said that a red fox appeared in the market this morning, and was chased and beaten the whole way by a big yellow dog. But then the fox escaped, and it ran to the feet of Mr. Ji who was passing by, and kept kowtowing to him!â
âAh!? Was there really such a thing?â
Inside the Yin familyâs house, the mother exclaimed in surprise. Then she looked to Yin Zhaoxian, sitting by her side, who was lighting a candle with a flame stick.
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âHusband, is what Qingâer said true?â
Yin Zhaoxian finished lighting the candle and nodded at her.
âIt shouldnât be false. Many people came to me to ask about Mr. Ji. They said the red fox was dripping with blood. He escaped from the crowd by pretending to be dead, and then knelt down in front of Mr. Ji and kowtowed. There were several yellow dogs around, but they didnât dare to step forward, andâŠâ
âYes, yes! Mother, let me tell you, Mr. Ji just said one word, and those big dogs backed away by themselves. Mr. Ji also gave the two fox hunters money to get them to let the fox go. Hmph, why should they get any money?â
Yin Qingâs words were filled with the emotions of a child, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
âWell, I heard that Ji Medical Hall rescued the fox later.â
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Outside the courtyard, listening to the Yin family discussing the dayâs affairs, Ji Yuan also laughed a little, and then knocked on the door.
âDong, dong, dongâŠâ
âMaster Yin, is Mrs. Yin at home? Ji Yuan is here to visit!â
Ji Yuanâs powerful voice came from outside the courtyard, frightening the Yin family who were in the middle of discussing him. Yin Zhaoxian hurried out to open the door, and Yin Qing immediately followed.
When he opened the courtyard door, Ji Yuan was standing outside. What was especially striking was the blood stains on his sleeves and chest.
âMaster Yin!â
Ji Yuan slightly bowed with cupped hands.
âMr. Ji is here, come in, come in! Qingâer, come help your mother make a pot of tea!â
âNo need! I just wanted to borrow a medicine stove and pot from you. Would Master Yin happen to have such a thing in your house?â
Recalling the rumors from the market when he came back today, Yin Zhaoxian reacted immediately and nodded.
âYes, I have one, Iâll go get it for you!â
âDad, hereâs the medicine stove!â
Without waiting for Yin Zhaoxian to go look for it, Yin Qing came over, excitedly holding the medicine stove and pot, and handed them to Ji Yuan.
âMr. Ji, the medicine stove!â
âOkay, thank you Xiao Yin Qing!â
Ji Yuan took it with a smile. Although he couldnât see the details of the medicine stove, he could tell by touch that it should be some kind of rough pottery product. He could smell a little charcoal ash. The stove and pot were not very big.
âMaster Yin, if there is something you need from me, please donât hesitate to ask!â
âOkay, Mr. Ji, then I hope you will excuse me. If I can help you with anything else, please feel free to tell me. You are welcome to come by at any time!â
Yin Zhaoxian bowed to him with clasped hands, when he noticed his son rushing out of the yard to stand behind Ji Yuan.
âQingâer, what are you doing? Come back!â
âMr. Ji, I want to go too. I want to see the red fox. Iâve never seen a fox before. Can I go and see? I promise to be obedient!â
âQingâer!!â
âHehehe⊠Master Yin, donât be surprised, Xiao Yin Qing is at a young and innocent age, and it is natural for him to be curious. Well, let him follow me to the small pavilion to take a look. I will send him back before dinner!â
âHahahaha! Great!â
Yin Qing jumped up and down happily, and Yin Zhaoxian smiled awkwardly.
âThen I will be troubling Mr. Ji.â
âLittle bastard, why didnât you ask your father to take you there to see it together!! I want to see it too!â
However, due to his concerns about his face and his scruples about Ji Yuan, Yin Zhaoxian couldnât express his thoughts. He watched Ji Yuan and Yin Qing leave with regret and a hint of envy.
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In the courtyard of Juâan Pavilion, the red fox on the stone table heard the approaching footsteps outside the courtyard. He could also hear Yin Qingâs clear and crisp voice constantly asking Ji Yuan about the fox with curiosity. He was a little wary and wanted to stand up, but didnât run away.
Not long after, Ji Yuan entered the yard carrying a medicine pot, followed by Yin Qing, who looked very excited.
âOh, you can stand up?â
Ji Yuan felt more at ease. Noticing the foxâs vigilance towards Yin Qing, he continued with a smile.
âLittle Red Fox, this is the son of a friend of mine. Donât worry, Xiao Yin Qing, this is the Red Fox. It is currently seriously injured, so try not to disturb its rest, and donât touch it, understand?â
âOkay, I understand!â
A child like Yin Qing had no resistance with regards to the furry red fox. The appearance of the cloth wrapped around its body reduced the foxâs intimidating aura of a wild beast.
He walked around the fox and looked it up and down carefully. He almost reached out to touch it, but the foxâs eyes were always fixed on Yin Qing, not letting down his guard at all.
After a while, Yin Qing asked, âDoes it hurt?â and immediately backed away in fright as the fox hissed. At first, it felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, but then it sneered and ignored him. This person and this fox were not at all on the same wavelength.
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Ji Yuan found it very funny.
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After more than half an hour, a bowl of dark and thick medicinal soup appeared in Ji Yuanâs hands. Considering that foxes had smaller stomachs, he deliberately made it thicker.
âWuuuuuâŠâ
The medicine didnât smell very good, but Ji Yuan stared at him, so the Red Fox had no choice but to eat it. He obediently licked the bowl of medicinal soup that had been placed on the corner of the table, and swallowed. Yin Qing, who was watching to the side, felt even more amused. He felt that this fox was even better behaved than a dog.
There was also a trace of spiritual energy in the medicine; if the red fox could drink it before it quickly dissipated, it would help him absorb the power of the medicine.
Fortunately, it was no longer an ordinary beast. With timely treatment and the aid of spiritual energy, the Red Foxâs injury had truly stabilized.
It just so happened that it was almost time for dinner. After sending a reluctant Yin Qing home, Ji Yuan finally had time to eat his first meal of the day. He could also take this time to bring some meat back for the fox.
The story of the red fox asking for help on the street, and the yellow dogs being persuaded to walk away, had gradually become a popular topic of conversation for the people of Ningâan after dinner.
The word used here is äžșæŻ (wĂšimĂĄo) which is Internet slang for âwhy.â Heâs using it here to differentiate drastically from the formal language he was thinking in. The actual formal âwhy â is äžșä»äč (wĂšishĂ©me) â©ïž
Itâs a common staple item in wuxia novels as a convenient, portable item for lighting fires, but it was actually a real tool. Apparently, you light the stick on fire (itâs made of a roll of flammable material in a cylinder casing), then extinguish enough until there are only embers left (think like a cigar), then you cap it and keep it in your pocket until you want to use it, in which case you blow on it to ignite. (The 21st century in me is screaming âFIRE HAZARD,â by the way.) For ye fellow D&D players, think of it like the Chinese equivalent of 50 ft of hempen rope for wuxia novels; everyone has some, donât think too hard about it. You can learn more about it here, here, and here. â©ïž
i.e. didnât understand each other â©ïž