The Difficulty of Writing

The Old Prime Minister was truly at his wit's end. He decided to start from the very basics, beginning with brush strokes. He wrote the eight strokes of the character "Yong" and instructed Luo Yunji to practice them one by one.

However, the final result on the paper was nothing more than a blob of ink. The horizontal lines were crooked, the vertical lines were slanted, and everything just bled together into a mess!

During this lesson, Liao Xing laughed until his stomach ached. The Old Prime Minister finally gave up in frustration; he sent the two of them away so he could properly think about how to teach him.

The two walked down the street, with passersby constantly bowing to Luo Yunji. Liao Xing held his hand as they wandered about. He had to hold on; given Luo Yunji's complete lack of a sense of direction, he would have vanished in the blink of an eye.

Eventually, the Quadruplets appeared from somewhere carrying a sedan chair. They had Luo Yunji sit on it and carried him along.

Liao Xing turned green with envy, but there was nothing he could do—who told him he didn't have such loyal attendants?

The "Footwork" of the Quadruplets had become second nature to them. Even without comparing them to Zhang Xiaofan, Tian Linger was starting to find it hard to keep up with them.

Furthermore, the entire population of the Two Mountains and Sanfu Town was now practicing "Jin," waiting for Luo Yunji's cultivation techniques to be revealed so they could begin their path of training. The Quadruplets had been practicing as well, so they certainly had the strength for it!

They hadn't been out long before they ran straight into the Prince, who was out inspecting the area.

Liao Xing, glared at by