Tian Yunyi asked curiously, "Uh, then Wang Xiaoqiang, what is your Dao?"

Wang Xiaoqiang replied, "Mine is the 'Path of Courage.'"

"Uh, Wang Xiaoqiang, you seem like a brave and fearless person. The Path of Courage suits you well." Tian Yunyi said sincerely.

Wang Xiaoqiang replied, "Really? What is your Dao?"

"Mine is the 'Path of Yielding,'" Tian Yunyi said. "My life's motto is to yield courteously, not fight, to be content and happy... Haha..."

"'Yielding' also has another layer of meaning, which is to not yield to virtue, and then to yield and expand." Wang Xiaoqiang smiled with great insight, saying.

Tian Yunyi was slightly surprised, saying, "Wang Xiaoqiang, you're really clever. You must have already comprehended the Path of Courage, right?"

"Of course." Wang Xiaoqiang said straightforwardly. "Tell me, what's the matter you're seeking me for?"

Tian Yunyi was surprised again by his words and said somewhat timidly, "Actually, it's nothing much; I just want to become friends with you, the great literary master..."

"Becoming friends is fine. But yesterday you gave me a pill, and I don't deserve it," Wang Xiaoqiang said, "So, if you have something to say, just say it; I don't like beating around the bush."

"Yes, there is something I want to ask you," Tian Yunyi said. "Little Qiang, my family's pill room business has not been good. Since the academy built two more pill rooms, we have competitors, and business has plummeted, making it difficult to sustain. Recently, my father has been worried about this, but he hasn't found a good solution. Just yesterday, he thought of a way..."

"What method?"

"We would like you to compose a poem, accompanied by a painting by Ye Junqing, to hang in our shop to attract student customers..."

"Uh, my poems aren't that great; I'm afraid they'll disappoint your dad." Wang Xiaoqiang said with a light smile, waving his hand.

"Wang Xiaoqiang, don't underestimate yourself. Your poems are already famous in the entire academy. If paired with Ye Junqing's masterpiece, it's a perfect match and a classic. It will definitely attract the students..."

Wang Xiaoqiang, knowing this was a marketing strategy from his business experience on Earth, didn't take it seriously. He lightly smiled and said, "Ye Junqing, is her painting really good?"

"Our Yueyang Academy's great talent, known for unparalleled painting, her works already achieve the state where silence speaks louder than words..."

"What do you mean?"

"Ye Junqing is an extraordinary woman; her talent exceeds the heavens. She paints with her eyes closed, using her heart to paint, combining art with cultivation, wielding the power of heaven and earth to paint the soul on paper, creating her own art. When her deputy Daoist reaches a certain level, she can paint all things, sketch the sun, moon, and stars, and create her own plane..." Ye Yunyi said, with a laugh, "Of course, Ye Junqing's art hasn't reached that level yet, but her silent paintings have already surpassed sound..."

In other words, the paintings she creates can produce sounds, like painting birds — the birds in the painting can chirp, painting horses — the horses can neigh, painting wind — you can hear the sound of the wind, painting snow — you can hear the rustling sound of snow falling..."

"Is it really so magical?" Wang Xiaoqiang was amazed and couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, indeed." Tian Yunyi said, "Once you see her paintings, you'll believe everything."

"Alright, I promise you," Wang Xiaoqiang said decisively, "but I have one request..."

"What is it? As long as I can do it, I'll definitely help..."

"I need pills."

"No problem, our shop will provide your pill supply."

"I'm not asking for them; I want to borrow. I need to borrow pills worth ten thousand gold coins from your shop," Wang Xiaoqiang said.

"Borrow?" Tian Yunyi said in surprise, "Borrow this much..."

"Yes."

"Alright, no problem, but can I know what you need these pills for?"

"In half a month's time, I'm going to bet in a duel, and the stakes are pills worth ten thousand gold coins," Wang Xiaoqiang said. Then he added, "Don't worry; I have a nine-layered confidence to win!"

Tian Yunyi responded straightforwardly, "Okay, no problem, it's settled then!"

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't expect Tian Yunyi to agree so quickly, solving the immediate issue. He was quite pleased and said, "When you need me to write a poem, let me know, and I'll be there anytime."

"Sure, once everything is ready, I'll invite you," Tian Yunyi said courteously.

...

As time passed, one day of courses at Yueyang Academy quickly ended. Wang Xiaoqiang didn't learn much, as with his talent and cultivation base, there's hardly anyone at Yueyang Academy who could surpass him, so there's no need to learn anything.

His purpose for coming to Yueyang Academy was simply to evade Prince Ann's pursuit.

Dai Yu was different; she listened seriously and humbly. After attentively completing a day's course, she returned to her separate residence and diligently took notes,

Seeing Dai Yu write and draw with serious focus, fully like a brilliant intelligent beauty, Wang Xiaoqiang's heart was moved. Hmm, if while Dai Yu is writing or memorizing something, I give it to her, I wonder what it will feel like, how stimulating it will be?!

Thinking this way, Wang Xiaoqiang quietly approached Dai Yu...

His hand reached towards that captivating figure...

And started touching.

Dai Yu was writing something; seeing Wang Xiaoqiang "bother" her, she gave him an annoyed look and said, "Stop it."

Wang Xiaoqiang chuckled mischievously, his hands continuing to tease sensitive areas.

Dai Yu's cheeks became pink, like the burning red clouds of the Western Heaven...

Although her eyes were on the pages, she couldn't focus on reading any word; her mind went blank, and her writing turned from neat and graceful to crooked with the tremor of her right hand...

Gradually, her beautiful eyes slowly squinted, her red lips slightly pursed, and her breathing became increasingly rapid...

Finally, she threw down the pen in her hand, knocked away his hand, gazed at him with clear and bright eyes, smiled at him, and gently moaned, infinitely happy to fall into his embrace, holding him tightly.

Wang Xiaoqiang's heart trembled, and he opened his arms to embrace Dai Yu, his eyes revealing a rare tenderness.

The courtyard at dusk remained calm as ever; the setting sun was shy like an eggplant.

"Little Qiang, let's go inside and rest." Dai Yu suddenly raised her slightly reddish face and whispered shyly.

"Ah?" Wang Xiaoqiang grinned wickedly, pretending to look at the sky, "It seems early."

"Humph, then you mustn't bother me anymore," Dai Yu, teased by Wang Xiaoqiang, couldn't contain her shyness, glanced at Wang Xiaoqiang sidelong, pushed him away, then sat straight, continuing to read and take notes.

Wang Xiaoqiang's hand reached out again, continuing his mischief... (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation votes, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)

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