Immortality begins with the Swordsman.

Chapter 13 Huashan Digital

afternoon.

The sunlight was lazy, a gentle breeze caressed my face, and a sense of weariness permeated the air.

This should have been a time of relaxation for everyone, but the Qi Sect's Inner Affairs Hall was unusually lively.

The hall was bustling with people, and the disciples were in high spirits, showing no signs of afternoon lethargy. On the contrary, they were all energetic, and even the air was filled with an atmosphere of excitement.

"Chu Buxiu, why are you everywhere?"

Gu Changfeng suddenly noticed a figure emerging from the crowd, none other than Chu Buxiu, who looked excited.

Chu Buxiu leaned closer and whispered mysteriously, "I heard that you're going to make an example of Uncle Su to establish your authority—"

As he spoke, he made a throat-slitting gesture.

Gu Changfeng: (￣￣|||)

...This rumor is absolutely outrageous!

His face darkened: "When Aunt Su arrives later, I'll tell her that you called her a prostitute."

Chu Buxiu was speechless for a long time, then chuckled twice and obediently shut up.

Gu Changfeng glanced around at everyone in the hall. A small group of them, led by Zhou Suqing, were staring at him with suspicion and disdain at his instructions.

The rest, like Chu Buxiu, were mostly there to watch the spectacle.

However, a long-absent figure appeared in the crowd—Feng Buping.

This person, as the eldest disciple of Cai Qingyan, the sect leader of the Sword Sect, was twenty-seven years old. He was tall and robust, with a rugged face and sharp eyes, exuding an air of arrogance.

He is extremely talented and his swordsmanship is exquisite, already on par with many of his predecessors of the Qing generation. He is considered to be the number one young swordsman in Huashan.

Of course, Gu Changfeng was also a member of the "Bu" generation, but he felt that "Gu Bufeng" sounded awkward, so he kept his original name. The Taoist school values ​​spontaneity and naturalness, so Zixiao Daoist let him be.

In the past few years, his martial arts skills were not yet fully developed, so he naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to rush in and deliver himself to death.

Over the past year, his skills have improved significantly, and he has become increasingly arrogant. However, Feng Buping is always busy traveling outside and rarely sees him on the mountain, so the two have never had the chance to fight.

therefore.

Who is the number one young talent in Huashan has always been a focus of attention.

Gu Changfeng glanced at Cai Ling Shuang, Cheng Bu You, and Cong Bu Qi behind Feng Buping and guessed the purpose of their visit today.

He asked casually, "Senior Brother Feng, have you returned from northern Shaanxi?"

Feng Buping nodded calmly: "Yes, I just returned to the mountain and heard that Junior Brother Gu's martial arts have improved greatly. Even several of my junior brothers and sisters have been defeated by you one after another, so I came here specifically to ask Junior Brother for martial arts advice."

They've come to get their revenge, just as expected.

Gu Changfeng understood, but he wasn't afraid at all. He said calmly, "Wait here. I don't have time right now. I'll deal with you after I finish what I'm doing."

As he spoke, he picked up his pen and continued writing on the white paper on the desk.

Feng Buping smiled faintly, neither annoyed nor angry. Instead, he stood aside and watched with great interest.

Cheng Buyou, however, with his fiery temper, immediately retorted sarcastically, "Hey Gu, weren't you pretty arrogant a while ago? You even dared to lay a hand on my junior sister? What, you've chickened out when you see my senior brother Feng today?"

Gu Changfeng put down his brush, looked up at him, and said calmly, "How about we practice first? I'll give you three moves."

Cheng Buyou's expression stiffened, but he still let out a cold snort.

Suddenly, he glanced at Gu Changfeng's handwriting and burst out laughing: "Hahaha! Your handwriting looks like a spider crawling! I could write better than you when I was three!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately gathered around.

Even Cai Ling Shuang, who is usually aloof and taciturn, came over to take a look, and then, like everyone else, showed a look of disgust.

Chu Buxiu patted Gu Changfeng on the shoulder and said, "Junior Brother Gu, don't blame me for being blunt, but you should practice your calligraphy when you have time. Your handwriting is a disgrace to our Qi Sect!"

"roll!"

Gu Changfeng raised an eyebrow: "If you say another word of nonsense, believe me, I'll make sure you don't leave this room today."

Chu Buxiu showed no fear and said to the people beside him, "Look! He's gotten angry out of embarrassment."

A female disciple muttered, "They say handwriting reflects one's character, but I never expected Junior Brother Gu, with his dignified appearance, to have such appalling handwriting..."

Another disciple chimed in, "Indeed, no one is perfect. Heaven bestowed upon Junior Brother Gu unparalleled talent in martial arts, so when it comes to writing, he's practically an idiot..."

Cheng Buyou sneered, "Hmph, what a mediocre view! My senior brother Feng is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also has excellent handwriting."

Chu Buxiu immediately replied sarcastically, "That's right, so Senior Brother Feng looks quite 'fair'."

Cheng Buyou immediately bristled: "Chu Buxiu, what do you mean?"

Chu Buxiu grinned: "The literal meaning."

Feng Buping frowned, not expecting the fire to spread to him: "Chu Buxiu, if you want to fight, just say so."

Chu Buxiu took a half step back, still defiant: "Come on then, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Just as tensions were rising, a gentle female voice came from outside:

"It's quite lively today."

Everyone turned to look and saw a woman who looked to be in her early thirties walking gracefully towards them. She was dressed in a blood-red dress, with a dignified and elegant demeanor. She was none other than "Flying Snow Fairy" Su Qingxue.

"He's over forty, but he's really well-preserved," Gu Changfeng muttered to himself.

"Greetings, Uncle Su."

Everyone bowed respectfully, and even Feng Buping and his companions did not dare to be negligent.

Su Qingxue nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on Gu Changfeng. She cut to the chase: "Changfeng, you called me here because there's a problem with the account books?"

Gu Changfeng said seriously, "I don't know, I haven't started watching yet."

Su Qingxue raised a slight brow, asking suspiciously, "What does 'Changfeng' mean?"

Gu Changfeng smiled and said loudly, "Now that Uncle Su has arrived and everyone is almost here, I'll begin."

He walked to the front of the crowd and instructed Mei Lan and the other woman to display the paper they had just written on.

Everyone had just seen that Gu Changfeng had written the simplest numbers "one to ten". Now that they could see the whole picture, they discovered that there was a strange symbol under each character.

Gu Changfeng pointed to the symbols and calmly said, "These are... um, Huashan numerals, used for bookkeeping and arithmetic. They are very convenient and simple. I will only teach you once, and you will use this set of numerals for bookkeeping from now on."

Gu Changfeng finished teaching in just a few minutes.

Of course, he simply taught them how to match Arabic numerals with their capital letters.

That's it?

Everyone present was completely bewildered, with expressions that said, "Are you kidding me?"

Zhou Suqing was also astonished. All this fuss just to teach them this? What good is this stuff? It's like some kind of ghost drawing a talisman.

She thought to herself, "I'm just waiting to get a scolding from Uncle Su."

But when he looked back, he found that Su Qingxue was listening very attentively. She even went to Gu Changfeng's original spot, took out a piece of paper, and casually wrote down:

"Twelve thousand three hundred and forty-five taels."

"12345 taels."

With just one glance, Su Qingxue nodded, her eyes showing a hint of appreciation.

"Not bad, this Huashan numerals are quite interesting. They can greatly reduce bookkeeping work and make it easier to look up information."

As she spoke, she looked at Gu Changfeng and scolded, "Junior Nephew Changfeng, that's not very kind of you. Hasn't your uncle treated you well? You have such a good thing, yet you keep it hidden away, causing me to stay up all night for years, and my skin has gotten worse—"

Gu Changfeng thought to himself, "Old hag, she's so old, what's she trying to do by being cute?"

He chuckled and said, "I just went down the mountain a few days ago to buy a maid and happened to meet a wandering Taoist priest. He lost a bet with me and taught me this set of numbers. I just learned it myself."

Cong Buqi: ? ? ?

—That day when you went down the mountain to buy a maid, didn't you run to the Green Wolf Gang and beat me up before going back up the mountain? What wandering Taoist priest did you come from?

Su Qingxue smiled and said, "I don't care, I have to pay for my medicine. How about this, in a few days, I'm going to Chang'an to buy a batch of medicinal herbs, and you'll come with me!"

Gu Changfeng: "..."