Posted on February 1, 2019
Chapter 293: In the end, what ARE you studying?
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    Although Lou Beiyu and his guards have been beaten miserably, in the end, it's still just wounds.
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    They're easily cured under Muyan's hands.
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    Lou Beiyu frowns as he drinks a bowl of medicine.
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    Just as he puts his medicine bowl down, he sees the robust men of the Ink Camp standing in a row in front of his bed.
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    Each one of them are fierce and frightening, looking at him like they're itching to skin him alive and chop up his corpse.
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    "You⦠what are you guys up to?!" Lou Beiyu's voice unintentionally trembles a bit.
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    He's really scared from the recent beating.
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    Bewildered, he listens to the man who was the first one to throw a punch at him just a while ago, the other's voice coa.r.s.e and gruff: "Speak, how do you want to punish us?"
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    "Ah?"
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    "'Ah' what 'ah'? If you don't punish us, Little Master will surely peel off a layer of our skin later."
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    Seeing Lou Beiyu put on a clueless face, Guan Hu gets even angrier that he steps forward.
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    All throughout, Guan Hu sizes him up from left to right, and the more he looks, the more dissatisfied his expression becomes.
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    If he looks at this appearance of a weak chicken, and thinks that this man is the Miss' apprentice, he might as well be seeing a ghost*.
unbelievable
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    You can't blame them for beating him up!
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    "You're really Miss' disciple?" the disdain in his tone is almost overflowing.
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    As soon as Lou Beiyu hears this, his hair immediately stands on end, "Of course I'm Master's apprentice!!"
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    This group can question his ident.i.ty as a prince, but they can't question his relations.h.i.+p with his Master and Little Senior.
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    Guan Hu curls his lips and says: "With your appearance of a weak chicken, what part of you looks like the Miss' apprentice? And which part looks like the Little Master's junior?"
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    Who would've thought that after he gets scolded by other people as a 'weak chicken', Lou Beiyu doesn't show the slightest bit of shame or annoyance.
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    He looks righteous and self-confident instead, "What I'm learning under Master isn't martial arts anyway, what does me being weak have anything to do with being her apprentice?"
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    "Not martial arts? Then what it is? Medicine?"
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    Lou Beiyu has a profound and mysterious expression as he shakes his head.
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    "Not medicine? Is it refining draughts?"
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    He goes on with shaking his head.
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    At this time, the Ink Camp's men have really become curious.
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    "In the end, what are you studying under Miss?"
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    Lou Beiyu shows a mysterious smile, then he has people fetch over a parcel from the side. He takes out a decorated Hanging Scroll from within it.
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    As the scroll slowly unfurls, the crowd of rough men from the Ink Camp finally gets a look at the vivid and lifelike painting on it, then everyone is petrified.
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    "Th-thi-this⦠what is this?!" Guan Hu's rough voice quacks madly like a duck, letting out a yell that's as shrill as a court eunuch's.
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    All of the other members of the Ink Camp are also dumbstruck, looking sluggish.
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    Really, the scene on this display is too hard to accept.
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    The painting is of a man who is seven-foot tall like them, but wearing light muslin clothes, and adopting a drunken and alluring pose.
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    The scene is still very beautiful. That seven-foot man has a hazy face, but his stance is a perfect combination of grace and strength.
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    That picture is so vivid and lifelike, as if it will jump out of the paper.
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    G.o.dd.a.m.n realistic!!
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   Guan Hu has a lifeless look in his eyes as he turns to Lou Beiyu, "You⦠what you're studying under Missâ¦"
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    "It's this!" Lou Beiyu's face is in awe as he exclaims in admiration, "Master's painting skills are much better than mine. She originally gave me a few paintings of guards drawn as beauties, and every roll seems to have a soul. At this time, even though I've already been working hard to practice, I have yet to reach a tenth of Master's skill."
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    His voice suddenly halts.
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    He looks up and down, sizing up Guan Hu and the others, the light in his eyes getting brighter and brighter.
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    And Guan Hu's group has each of their scalps go numb, and they can't wait to break into a run and escape.
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