The morning sun was slightly dewed, the bright moon was sinking in the west, and there were bursts of neat shouting from a huge building on Tiantai Mountain. A group of white-clothed young men waved the long sword in their hands towards the east, while on the stone platform in the west, there was an old man sitting with his heart facing the sky, breathing in the east, and his eyes slightly closed to observe the more than ten young men practicing swords in front of him.

Soon after the red sun jumped out of the sky, the young man who led the team shouted to collect, and the teenagers retracted their sword momentum, adjusted the rhythm of the spit, and watched the sea of clouds and red sun facing the east, and realized the swordsmanship just now. It didn't take long for the young man who led the team to shout and let go, and there was a sound of exhalation.

Then the door opened, and there was a sound of footsteps, and a group of Tsing Yi handymen rushed in and rushed to their respective masters, and began to put out all kinds of utensils to serve diligently, of course, some teenagers left the team automatically, opened their packages and began to freshen up.

This alone can see the difference in their respective identities and family backgrounds, Qin Jian is one of these teenagers who walked away by themselves, although they are all descendants of each room of the Qin family, but the strength and weakness of each room can be seen at a glance. A family background with handymen and servants is good, and what is not is a normal family background.

The old man sitting on the stone platform also floated down, and began to wash and eat under the service of the old servant, not looking at these young men at all.

Qin Jian walked to the edge of the waterhole by himself, began to wash in the cold water, sorted out his clothes, took out a blue cloth apron and put it on after freshening up, and then took out a huge bucket to fill it with water, constantly grinding the ink and pouring it into the bucket, slowly adjusting a bucket of ink.

After the ink is adjusted, it needs to be settled, and at this time it is time to eat, Qin Jian took out the cold rice ball from the back box and ate it with the pickles, and at this time, there was a burst of aroma wafting on the other side, which was the little maid who was waiting for the young masters to bring out the meat porridge that had been heated in advance.

Although they are all young masters of the Qin family, the treatment is very different, with the aroma of meat porridge, Qin Jian swallowed the pickles and rice balls in his hand in a big gulp, and after a short rest after eating, he carried a bucket of ink to the stone platform by the stream.

The stone platform has a tabletop that is smooth as a mirror, and there is a wooden scoop and rag on the side of the stone platform. There is also a stone stele.

He took out the brush and dipped it in ink, and Qin Jian began to write on the stone platform. The Qin family of Tiantai Mountain has been handed down for two hundred years, adhering to the calligraphy and sword heirloom, all the disciples of the Qin family not only have to practice swordsmanship but also practice calligraphy, and the accumulation of two hundred years has made the people of the Qin family quite accomplished in both kendo and calligraphy. There are even many famous people who have become famous with books and swords.

And on the side of the stone platform, there are countless huge stone tablets, and the stone tablets are carved with countless famous calligraphy, some of these calligraphy are left by the predecessors of the Qin family, and some are left by the famous kendo masters or calligraphy masters who are friends of the Qin family.

The inscription on this stele copied by Qin Jian is the calligraphy left by Qin Guanhai, the predecessor of the family, the flowing water is elegant, and the book and sword can appreciate the deep meaning of the sword and calligraphy of this predecessor, Qin Jian has been copying this calligraphy for a long time, and it is slightly hot.

Just when Qin Jian was engrossed in his pen, he suddenly received a blow on his buttocks. The smooth train of thought was forcibly interrupted, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry, and when he looked back, it was Qin Xing, the young second son of the head of the family, who looked at him coldly, but it was Qin Yier, the little guy next to Qin Sheng, who kicked his ass.

Qin Xing is known for being domineering among his family peers, but this guy does have domineering capital, and it can be said that he is a leader in swordsmanship among the younger generation, and the little guy Qin Yier is just a distant relative of Wufu who has long been out of Wufu.

"Don't you get out yet, don't you know if you occupy the young master's place?" Qin Yi and two said to Qin Jian proudly.

Qin Jian was helpless, he was not comparable to Qin Xing, so he couldn't help this Qin Yiyi. I can only go back and pack up my things and prepare to change places to continue, but unfortunately I have a glimpse of this calligraphy, which is also very beneficial to my kendo cultivation, but for now I can only give up first.

"Stop, wipe it clean and go!" Qin Yier said, pointing to the stone platform where Qin Jian's handwriting remained.

Qin Jian's eyebrows were about to get angry, and even a slave dared to bully the Qin family's descendants? No matter how poor he was, no matter how poor he was, a slave could not bully him

"Why do you have an opinion? Why don't you hurry up?" Qin Xing said coldly.

Qin Jian gritted his teeth and turned around to wipe the stone platform clean, turned around and left, because it was entangled with Qin Xing in this matter that he would suffer in the end, so it was better to leave cleanly.

Qin Jian could only change to a stone platform where there was no one to calm his breath and continue, but this stone platform was facing a strange stone tablet, the words on it appeared and disappeared intermittently, but it did not affect the overall structure, as if the time was poor but still stubborn, and finally the peak and loop turned bright.

This character is very ancient, I don't know who left it, this stone platform is only an occasional disciple from the family came over, but it didn't take long to leave, at this moment these words seem to touch Qin Jian's heart, isn't it himself who is poor and lucky, and his stubborn persistence is not his true portrayal, and he was hooked by this word for a while and indulged in it and couldn't extricate himself.

Not long after Qin Jian left, the old man who was originally sitting on the stone platform pointed towards Qin Yier beside Qin Xing, and immediately an old servant walked towards Qin Yier, Qin Yier was serving Qin Xing triumphantly, and suddenly felt his neck tighten and then was lifted.

Qin Yier was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and he was immediately picked up, and just as he wanted to scream, he was stuffed with mud in his mouth, Qin Yier was so disgusted that he almost vomited out, and hurriedly asked Qin Xing beside him for help.

"What does Grandpa Guan mean by this, why did he punish my little servant for no reason?" Qin Xing was a little reluctant, but he didn't dare to offend this old servant, he was his grandfather's servant, and even his father had to be respectful when he saw him.

"Young Master Xing really doesn't know, or is he pretending to be confused?" asked the old servant Qin Guan expressionlessly.

Qin Xing's face was blank and he looked at Qin Guan without saying a word, and Qin Guan was holding Qin Yi'er who was constantly struggling in his hand, and he also looked at Qin Sheng expressionlessly.

"I know, it's his fault for the following offenses, but I acquiesced in this matter, I don't know what Grandpa Guan plans to do with him, and what is going to do with me?" Qin Xing said coldly.

"You are the young master, how to punish you is the master's business, the old slave is just ordered to punish this slave who does not know the dignity and humility, and take his leave. ”

Seeing that Qin Xing knew why, Qin Guan turned around and walked out with Qin Yier, he couldn't let this guy quarrel with the cultivation of the young masters.

Qin Xing's face was ugly, but he didn't dare to look at his grandfather, so he could only glance at Qin Jian's location viciously. All this is in the eyes of the old man meditating on the stone platform, but he doesn't plan to care, there is no friction where the competition comes from, the family without competition will inevitably decline, and I haven't heard that the harmonious family can last long.

As for the loss of a few children in the competition, it is still acceptable, but this kind of competition must be controlled between the masters, if the slave trespasses, it must be severely punished, no matter who instructed it, this is the bottom line of the upper and lower dignity, Qin Yier is just an unlucky guy who is too proud, and it is also an example of killing chickens and monkeys.

Qin Yier was taken to all the servants by the old servant Qin Guan and whipped thirty on the spot until his skin was broken, but he didn't hurt his life, and he was very measured.

"The master is the master, the slave is the slave, if you think that you can do something to other masters if you cling to that master, then you will cross the bottom line, today you are ignorant and leave you a small life, you have also seen it clearly, don't forget your identity, otherwise..."

Qin Guan sneered and turned to leave. Leaving a group of small guys frightened, and some of them were gloating, pointing at Qin Yier and saying, Now you know that it is powerful, you think that you will jump up and down with the right master?

Qin Yier died in pain but didn't dare to shout, in case he broke other rules again, I'm afraid he would really die, Qin Yier followed Qin Xing for many years and knew that there was this rule that he couldn't bully the master with slaves, but he was used to following Qin Xing's martial arts, and he didn't receive any punishment with Qin Xing's protection, so he kicked Qin Jian today, and the result was this end.

Looking at the Qin Jianguan characters on the edge of the stone platform, I felt that I was sinking into it, and after waking up, although the words written out of the book were not formed, there was a bit of charm in it. Slowly, the bucket of ink was completely dry, only to realize that it was noon. Most of them also wrote a bucket of ink.

Qin Jian rubbed his sore shoulders and cleaned up his things, wiped off the stone platform, then put away the wooden bucket and brush, and untied the ink-stained apron on his body and put it in the back basket to prepare for lunch. At this time, the family is in charge of a lunch, although it is not hearty, but it is enough to fill the stomach.

Of course, many people don't eat here, only a few people eat here, and their families are not very wealthy, and Qin Jian is naturally one of them.

But today it was very strange that Qin Xing actually stayed, Qin Jian didn't care at first, because he was thinking to himself that he shouldn't have that kind of state of mind just now.

After finishing lunch, he was blocked by Qin Xing.

"Thirteenth brother, let's learn swordsmanship today, you have been copying the calligraphy of Guanhai's predecessors for some time, presumably there must be some understanding of swordsmanship, please advise..."

Qin Xing said and threw a wooden sword to Qin Jian, without giving Qin Jian time to react, he had already made a move. Qin Xing wanted to find Qin Jian's trouble, who dared to stop him, he didn't even dare to watch, everyone immediately scattered as birds and beasts, and some even cast pitiful eyes at Qin Jian.

Qin Xing's sword can shoot first among his peers and his age, and hitting Qin Jian's broken son is bullying, but no one comes out.