Chapter Four: includes the line "with the warbling oriole, splashing the carmine cheeks." Chapter Six: writes "the lake water splashes, startling both fish and dragons."
The rest of Chapter Eleven also has the phrase "the towering cliffs are lofty and majestic."
And the phrase "the warbling oriole" is a direct quote from a poem. In the original text of the poem, there is also the technique of "the word 'zai'."
So in that book, the character "chan" (steep cliff) appears only once, while "chan" (splash) appears twice, and the phrase "chan zhuo" (splashing) is repeated.
Cui Chan had originally considered inserting "mountains and waters steep and splashing" into some chapter title, but quickly gave up. That would be too much underestimation of the great demons of the Barren Wasteland World, especially that literate man who called himself the Old Bookworm in the Barren Wasteland World.
One, four, six. That makes eleven.
The only character "Cui" in the book appears in the eleventh chapter.
With these few hints, it's more than enough.
Any more, and that book would lose even the "one in ten thousand" chance of reaching Chen Ping'an.
Cui Dongshan slapped his cheeks hard with both hands, making a crisp sound. He smiled bitterly, "Ask yourself, how many people can be this smart? Could you and I have thought of this at that age?"
Cui Dongshan began to vigorously scratch his head with both hands, complaining nonstop, "Unless someone has a mental problem, they simply wouldn't think of this! Like me, if you hadn't brought up the thread, would I have thought of this? Even if you beat me to death, I wouldn't have thought of it!"
Cui Chan said, "When one is smart to a certain degree, they have to gamble on luck. He is different from you. You just read it and forget about it, but at the Sword Qi Great Wall, as long as he sees this book, given his temperament and circumstances, he will definitely read it over and over again."
Cui Dongshan jumped down from behind the child, crouched on the ground, and held his head in both hands, saying, "Easy for you to say!"
Cui Chan stood where he was and said to the child, "You enter the city first."
The child immediately bowed and left, then ran off.
Cui Dongshan raised his head and asked curiously, "Don't tell me that book was written by your own hand?"
Cui Chan shook his head, "Just a few thousand characters in the opening. The rest was ghostwritten by others. But how to use the characters 'chan' (steep cliff) and 'chan' (splash), and where to use them, I had long decided."
Cui Dongshan muttered to himself, "Why do this?"
It was a question, but Cui Dongshan's tone was not interrogative.
Cui Chan said calmly, "The best outcome is that I can play the entire Barren Wasteland World in the palm of my hand. That would be very interesting. The worst outcome is that I also won't allow that existence behind Chen Ping'an to further disrupt the situation of the world."
Cui Dongshan suddenly laughed, "A sharp tongue but a soft heart? That is very unlike Cui Chan and very unlike me."
After Cui Chan reached the Flying Ascension Stage, he also obtained a life-bond character: "chan" (splash).
No wonder Cui Chan wanted to go further and become a mountain master of an academy and a Confucian sage recognized by the orthodox temple, able to borrow the landscape qi of the Haoran World.
And the remaining half of the Sword Qi Great Wall still belonged to the Haoran World.
So if the master could refine characters from that travelogue of mountains and waters and refine the two characters "Cui Chan", then with a slight thought, perhaps that travelogue could become a secret letter, maybe a great gate, maybe a method to enter the Upper Five Realms—in short, it would have a thousand possibilities.
However, Cui Dongshan did not ask for the answer.
Cui Chan said, "Writing this book is both to let him save himself—this is what Bottle Gourd Continent owes him—and to remind him that the heart-questioning game at Shujian Lake cannot be ended simply by admitting selfishness. Qi Jingchun's reasoning might allow him to find peace and find a way to get along with this world. I also have some reasons here, which are to make him worry from time to time and make him uncomfortable."
"I don't want to hear this right now. Don't bother me."
Cui Dongshan crouched on the ground, randomly scribbling on the ground with his hand, saying, "I know I can't demand more from you, but I'm still angry."
After holding it in for a long time, Cui Dongshan said very awkwardly, "It's already not easy for you to be willing to do all this."
Cui Chan glanced at the crookedly written "old bastard" on the ground, looked at the back of the boy's head, and smiled, "Finally some improvement."
Cui Dongshan slapped his hand on the ground, then stood up, fuming, "Old bastard, don't talk to me in that elder tone!"
Cui Dongshan suddenly fell silent.
Cui Chan hesitated for a moment, then turned around.
A shabby old gentleman had also been silent for a long time before speaking with a smile, "After so many years, it seems that sir still has an empty purse."
Da Li's national teacher, the Embroidery Tiger, former first disciple of the Sage of Literature, Cui Chan took a step back and bowed in reply, "Crabs with six knees and two pincers are actually also very tasty."
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This year, the crescent moon shines on the nine continents, and the world shares one autumn.
Cui Dongshan sat alone on the city wall, drinking wine.
Cao Qinglang was at the Rites Academy, reading by lamplight.
Zhao Shuxia reached the Colorful Sparrow Mansion of North Jambudvipa, under the moonlight, having already practiced a million punches.
Pei Qian was still traveling across continents, no longer flying through the sky, but sprinting over the sea surface.
As Chen Ping'an's youngest disciple, Guo Zhujiu was in the fifth world, accompanying Ning Yao, who had finally returned to the city, and accompanying the master's wife in missing the master. Guo Zhujiu asked the master's wife whether Fuyao Continent was closer to the master or Tongye Continent was closer. Ning Yao said that neither was close. Guo Zhujiu sniffed and said, "Why is it so far?"
Ning Yao muttered to herself, "Wait a little longer. I still need one more realm."