Though Brother Er Niu's identity is false, what he says to Su Changqing is true.
Su Changqing, without cultivation, cannot leave Cyan Mountain Village, but the other villagers don't have this restriction.
This year Brother Er Niu turns eighteen, a time when the youthful heart is in full swing.
Two years ago, he accompanied his father to handle family matters and coincidentally met a girl. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he became smitten and launched a strong pursuit.
However, despite his formidable martial aptitude and being a cultivator of the third realm at such a young age, she did not fancy him.
Because the girl is on the path of Confucian cultivation and admires those with learning.
Brother Er Niu secretly resolved to study Confucian texts diligently, but with his outstanding martial talent, he was clueless in Confucian studies and learned nothing.
He was about to give up when he heard that the legendary Confucian Immortal was coming to teach the Young Master, which made him so excited he couldn't sleep all night.
It's impossible for this rough man to apprentice under the Confucian Immortal, but there's still the Young Master!
"Brother Er Niu has a girl he likes? Of course, I will help with that!"
After speaking, Su Changqing hesitated and said:
"But the knowledge taught by the teacher, I don't know if I can share it with others."
"Let me ask Master tomorrow. If possible, I'll teach you privately."
Brother Er Niu, realizing Su Changqing misunderstood his intention, hastily said:
"No need, no need, I'm not smart enough to learn even if you teach me."
"I just need one or two poems to pass my ears, so I can pretend I can compose poetry too."
Stealing Confucian Immortal's knowledge? He wouldn't dare even if beaten to death.
His objective was for Changqing to secretly note down a poem when the Confucian Immortal casually recites one, which he could then use to show off.
"Just poems?" Su Changqing was stunned.
"Yes, that girl loves composing poetry, the teacher's casual unplanned poems would suffice," Brother Er Niu affirmed.
That's the Confucian Immortal; even casually composed poetry is extraordinary.
"That's easy, leave it to me then."
Su Changqing thought it would be difficult, but composing poetry was easy for him, as he had many undiscovered masterpieces in his mind.
"Hahaha, Changqing, you are awesome."
Brother Er Niu laughed, tapped Changqing on the shoulder, and then said:
"I'll ask her what type she prefers, then tell you."
Su Changqing, feeling no pressure, smiled and nodded.
The two followed the path through the woods, heading towards Cyan Mountain Village, chatting along the way.
"Is the teacher an excellent tutor? Is he knowledgeable, understanding the past and foretelling the future?" Er Niu curiously asked.
It's the legendary Confucian Immortal, a giant in the literature world, unmatched by most.
"Not as exaggerated as you say."
Su Changqing, hearing this, chuckled and shook his head, "The teacher is merely a failed scholar, though he has some knowledge, far from reaching the level you described."
Brother Er Niu coughed violently upon hearing this, his expression extremely strange.
Su Changqing did not mind, still digesting today's acquired knowledge, said aspirationally:
"You know, Brother Er Niu, there are immortals in this world who can cover thousands of miles in a day and split mountains barehanded. Isn't it unbelievable?"
Brother Er Niu secretly muttered, "The immortals you mentioned would be scared to death if they came to Cyan Mountain Village."
"I also want to try sword flight and roam the world."
Su Changqing's eyes sparkled with bright light, "Once I've read enough, I must venture out and see the splendid world outside."
Seeing Su Changqing's longing expression, Brother Er Niu fell silent.
He also knew the Patriarch sealed the mountain boundaries for the Young Master's good, but standing from the Young Master's perspective, everyone in Cyan Mountain Village might seem foolish.
Thinking this, he turned to Su Changqing and only spoke after a long pause: "Changqing, you've helped me once, shall I give you a gift in return?"
Su Changqing, hearing this, joked: "All right, is it a slingshot? Or a wooden sword?"
Brother Er Niu calmly replied: "A swordsmanship manual."
"Sword? Uh?" Su Changqing was stunned, somewhat bewildered, looking at Brother Er Niu beside him.
"Oh, it's just a partial manual, only techniques without heart techniques, just for fun." Brother Er Niu explained.
He sighed inwardly, whether due to identity or other reasons, he couldn't help Changqing much.
Still, within the set limits, he could at least cheer up Changqing a bit.
"The Patriarch said the Young Master cannot practice cultivation before twenty."
"But technique alone, without matching heart technique and practice, cannot be cultivated; it's merely for show."
"The Young Master will soon start cultivation, getting familiar with techniques early shouldn't be a problem."
Brother Er Niu's mind raced with various thoughts, only after ensuring no loopholes, did he pull out a sword technique manual from his bosom.
Of course, during the process, he had already secretly destroyed half of it.
Yet, even so, Su Changqing eagerly received the tattered manual, "Brother Er Niu, how did you find this thing?"
It's the legendary sword technique manual, even when incomplete, it holds immense appeal for Su Changqing.
"Uh... I found it recently while hunting, in a mountain cave by chance."
Seeing Su Changqing's excited expression, Brother Er Niu paused, saying:
"Changqing, you can't cultivate this, just play with it, make sure it doesn't affect your studies."
"Also, don't mention to others that I gave this to you."
Though it's no major issue, Brother Er Niu certainly didn't want to face a beating from his father.
"Relax, Brother Er Niu, I won't tell anyone!"
Su Changqing stared at the manual in his hands, unable to look away,
"Brother Er Niu, I need to go now, once you've decided what type of poetry you want, come find me."
Having said that, Su Changqing hugged the manual and dashed off.
"This won't cause trouble, right?"
Watching Su Changqing's running figure disappear, Brother Er Niu rubbed his chin,
"Should be just a short-lived excitement; once he realizes it's impractical, his enthusiasm will die down."
Filled with confidence, Brother Er Niu nodded and excitedly pulled out his communication talisman.
"Qing Qiu, what are you up to?"
Brother Er Niu stared intently at the communication talisman, and when it vibrated half an hour later, he checked it immediately.
"Leave me alone! I've been in a bad mood lately!"
Seeing this message, Brother Er Niu's eyebrows furrowed sharply, his formidable aura spread intensely.
"Who! Which bastard made you unhappy, I'll go beat him up to vent your anger!"
Zhou Qingqiu: "Alas, fighting can't solve the problem. Can you compose poems? Can you write lyrics?"
"Two years later, I'll have a literary duel with someone annoying, currently thinking about what type of poetry to create to outshine them."
Brother Er Niu's eyes lit up immediately.
A short while ago, he would have had nothing for this challenge.
But now, what's the situation?
His Young Master is learning from the Confucian Immortal!
And has promised to pay attention to the daily poems composed by the Confucian Immortal and secretly give them to him.
He doesn't know the troublemaker Qing Qiu is challenging is from which background; regardless, they can't surpass the Confucian Immortal!
Brother Er Niu: "I'll help you! Recently, I've apprenticed under a great Confucian teacher; the poetry is unmatched in the world!"
Zhou Qingqiu: "?? You, a Su family member, apprenticed under a literary teacher? Your father didn't break your leg?"
Brother Er Niu: "Oh, don't worry about that, just tell me what type of poetry or lyrics you want, if it's unsatisfactory, I will never bother you again!"
Zhou Qingqiu: "Uh, actually, you're not that bothersome, it's just I've been under a lot of pressure lately, drop the poetry thing."
Brother Er Niu: "No way!! Quickly tell me! What type of poetry or lyrics do you need! I'll definitely craft them for you!"
Brother Er Niu was feeling splendid; he had never been this bold before.
It couldn't be helped, with the Confucian Immortal's backing, he was confidently strong!
Over there, Zhou Qingqiu was also silent for quite a while, probably figuring out what got into this undisciplined guy.
Zhou Qingqiu: "Well... don't force yourself, keep it simple, just use the 'Qiu' from my name, a few lines would do."
Brother Er Niu: "Qiu, right? Give me three days! I'll compose a poem that will help you defeat that bastard!"
Brother Er Niu put away the communication talisman, thrilled, and sprinted towards the direction Su Changqing had gone.
This time, he will definitely put on a grand show in front of Qing Qiu!