The strict discipline made Yang Ge’s eyebrows twitch... Apart from being slightly lacking in battle formations, this level of discipline was no worse than the military’s!
Meanwhile, the Dali Temple constables, watching the White Lotus Sect followers retreat like a receding tide, all let out a long sigh of relief.
Pei Jixun sheathed his sword and stepped forward, bowing with gratitude to Yang Ge, "Thank you, great hero, for your assistance. You saved both my life and the lives of my comrades..."
"Hold on a second!"
Yang Ge raised his hand to interrupt his thanks, "I’ve given you such a big hand, you’re not thinking of sending me on my way with just a few empty words of thanks, are you?"
Pei Jixun looked at him, bewildered, "Ah?"
"What ’ah’?"
Yang Ge spread out his hand, "Money, of course. Being such a high-ranking official, you certainly must not be short on cash, right?"
Immediately, Pei Jixun remembered that this fellow had been rushing through the night without any possessions, not even a horse, and likely wasn’t living a life of abundance...
"Yes, yes, it’s my fault..."
He nodded vigorously and pulled out a stack of silver notes from his chest, not caring about the amount, and handed it over to Yang Ge, "If this isn’t enough, please accompany me back to the capital. I am willing to spend my entire fortune to satisfy you. If it is inconvenient to enter the capital, you might as well leave an address, and I will send some gifts to you later..."
He had clearly seen that the few moves Yang Ge made, slicing through enemies like chopping vegetables, were definitely not ones that could be made by someone at the Qi Sea level!
If just a bit of silver could woo a grand master who has returned to truth, no matter the cost, it was an absolute bargain!
"Tui~"
Yang Ge wet his fingertip with some saliva and carefully counted the stack of silver notes, discovering that the smallest denomination was fifty taels; this whole stack held easily two to three thousand taels. He was satisfied, neatly folded the stack of silver notes, and securely tucked them away, "That’s enough, that’s enough. Next time I see you in trouble, I’ll save you again!"
Seeing the way he fussed over the money, Pei Jixun understood that this fellow must not have seen much money before, "Could the great hero possibly grace me with a name? I will certainly reward you for tonight’s events!"
Yang Ge thought for a moment and answered, "Alright, my family name is Ding, given name Xiu, styled Hen Run, and in the martial arts world, I’m known as ’Add Money Layman’!"
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Shen Fa: "This..."
He looked at the familiar, yet more wildly executed brushwork with the spirit of cursive calligraphy of the fine brush painting in his hands, then glanced back at the painter.
The painter made a bowing gesture, "Sir, as you know, painting the same client for the second time, it is difficult for me to break free from preconceived notions."
Shen Fa nodded and then returned his focus to the fine brush painting in his hands.
The landscape and structure of the painting scroll had no essential changes compared to the initial "Looking Homeward".
The only change was the middle-aged man in the original painting, who stood on this side of the ink city, looking wistfully towards the fine brush village across the river with a smile more pained than crying.
Now he had turned around, with his back to the peaceful and prosperous homeland, carrying a long sword that resembled a ring pommel saber on his shoulder, striding towards the city rendered with wild and tearing strokes, where the jagged lines looked like flames raging across the sky.
The more he contemplated it, the more interesting he found it...
After a long time, he finally asked, "The original painting was called ’Looking Homeward’, what is this one called?"
The painter sneaked a glance at him, then replied softly, "In my humble opinion, this painting should be named ’The Acts of a Knight-Errant’."
"The Acts of a Knight-Errant?"
Shen Fa savored the three words, musing inwardly... It seems I can’t use sneaky moves on that ’dead snake’ anymore, too painful!
No, I can’t keep calling that guy a ’dead snake’.
The ’dead snake’ had come back to life, and now even showed signs of becoming a dragon!