The Unsolved Mystery on the Back of the Noble Family's Son

"When the whole world is your enemy, and when you are wronged and have nowhere to defend yourself, hatred is your best weapon for revenge, and enduring humiliation is a necessity during this time of revenge!" The courtyard is deep, with thick shade like a canopy. Under the ancient tree is an old man in a green robe, his eyebrows and beard are reflected in green, but his expression is indescribably peaceful and leisurely. He stands with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the young man in front of him writing. The young man sat cross-legged in front of Zhang Xiaoji. The pen he held in his hand was as thick as a child's arm and two feet long. The end of the pen almost touched the wooden leaves. It looked as if it were made of pig iron. The three words "Qianjun Bi" were engraved on the dark pen holder, but what he wrote was in meticulous regular script. At this time, he had finished writing a Nanhua Sutra. He wrote the last word. The last stroke was still sincere and his writing was not messy at all. There are cicadas swaying deep in the wooden leaves, but it makes the world even more silent. The noise and annoyance in the world seems to have not been in the courtyard for a long time. The young man put down his pen gently, suddenly raised his head and said with a smile: "Who among the world's heroes would miss the meeting at Huangchi? Are you really not going?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.