I Have A Dual World Seal

It must be said, Liu Qingyan is indeed skilled in medicine. She knows the vital points of the human body well and is proficient in various techniques. After a round of massage, she made Lu Zheng feel completely relaxed and refreshed.

"Lu Lang~"

"Hmm?"

"That Water-Repelling Pearl is Lu Lang's engagement gift to Qingyan. From today on, Qingyan will be Lu Lang's... Mmm—"

...

The next day, feeling refreshed and invigorated, all fatigue gone.

In the morning, Liu Qingyan first dressed herself, then helped Lu Zheng with dressing and washing. After breakfast at home, she prepared to return home.

"Lu Lang." Liu Qingyan took out a sachet from her sleeve and handed it to Lu Zheng. "I see that Lu Lang is often not around at night. Qingyan does not wish to disturb Lu Lang's cultivation affairs. This sachet contains a strand of Qingyan's tail hair. If Lu Lang wishes to see Qingyan, simply hold the sachet and call Qingyan's name, then Qingyan will come."

"Alright." Lu Zheng accepted the sachet, carefully placing it into his pocket. He then held onto Liu Qingyan, who was about to leave, saying, "By the way, I have something to pick up today. Don't go to the clinic today; accompany me to Qingshan Studio first."

"Qingshan Studio?" Liu Qingyan was momentarily surprised, then quickly understood the matter, her face lighting up. "Lu Lang completed it?"

"Of course, let's see if it's satisfactory." Lu Zheng smiled.

"Lu Lang's running script is elegant and at ease, naturally it's very good." Liu Qingyan smiled, feeling incredibly happy that Lu Zheng cared about her affairs.

Saying this, Liu Qingyan obediently did not leave but walked side by side with Lu Zheng out the door, heading towards Qingshan Studio in the south of the city.

"Young Master Lu is here!"

The shopkeeper of Qingshan Studio was a middle-aged man with two small mustaches named Zhu Yitang. He was a Scholar known as the dual art genius of Tonglin County, although he repeatedly failed the autumn examinations and later opened a calligraphy and painting shop.

A few days ago, Lu Zheng sent him a piece of calligraphy to be mounted. The calligraphy flowed like clouds and water, done in one breath, exciting Zhu Yitang to the point that he refused any payment, only requesting permission to make a copy for study and inspiration.

What could Lu Zheng do? Of course, he agreed.

For those who love calligraphy, if you can produce an excellent piece, you naturally receive enthusiasm and respect from others, as Lu Zheng did with Zhu Yitang.

"Is the calligraphy ready?" Lu Zheng asked.

"Ready, ready! I used silk from Li's Cloth Workshop in the state capital and Phoenix Wood scented incense from Yaozhou, and our shop's master crafted it. I guarantee it won't rot or spoil for a hundred years and can be passed down for generations." Zhu Yitang replied hastily.

"Brother Zhu valued it greatly." Lu Zheng cupped his hands in thanks.

"That's expected. Any negligence would be disappointing for the legacy of Brother Lu's masterpiece." Zhu Yitang's eyes sparkled with excitement as he spoke.

Lu Zheng smiled, thinking to himself that it wasn't in vain to add a few rays of Light of Fortune to his calligraphy. Considering his current skill, he estimated he wasn't far from Wang Xizhi's level.

"Let's take a look." Lu Zheng said.

Then Zhu Yitang led the couple to the back hall, where they came to a wooden plaque covered with burlap.

"Please look!" Zhu Yitang said, and then pulled away the burlap covering the wooden plaque.

The plaque was eight feet square, with a frame made of dark red Phoenix Wood. It was intricately carved with various herbs using simple yet divine techniques, not necessarily a divine work, but certainly a superb skill.

The plaque's frame contained dark yellow silk as the mounting, bordered at three inches, with Lu Zheng's calligraphy in the center.

Renxin Hall!

"I should have realized it was for Renxin Hall." Zhu Yitang smiled and praised Liu Qingyan, saying, "Superb medical skills and compassionate at heart, indeed the calligraphy perfectly reflects the healer, complementing each other!"

Liu Qingyan looked at the calligraphy, feeling the four characters fluidly expressed, dynamic yet constant, stirring her Heart Spirit, with eyes sparkling and lips blossoming into a smile, clearly showing her deep satisfaction.

"Brother Zhu, please have someone deliver it to Renxin Hall today and hang it up." Lu Zheng said.

"Alright!" Zhu Yitang then called over two workers to have them carry the plaque to Renxin Hall.

Afterward, he invited the couple to the front hall for tea and said to Lu Zheng, "Brother Lu, your calligraphy is like a cloud from beyond, freely expressed and beyond reach. Would you truly not leave a few pieces here for consignment?"

Liu Qingyan smiled slightly, understanding from Zhu Yitang's words that Lu Zheng had previously refused him.

Lu Zheng waved his hand, "I'm not short of money and do not sell calligraphy for a living, it should be kept for those who need it more."

"But without Brother Lu's calligraphy, wouldn't the world be missing a treasured item?" Zhu Yitang lamented.

Goodness, we are merely a calligraphy and painting shop in Tonglin County, Yizhou Prefecture, Lingbei Dao of the Great Jing Dynasty. I can let it go; being a prodigy, you are bold enough to claim it's a worldly treasure.

Lu Zheng only smiled and did not respond, while Zhu Yitang, knowing Lu Zheng had his own house and shop, indeed living without worries, could only sigh and stop persuading.

After chatting for a bit more at Qingshan Studio, Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan took their leave, then returned to Renxin Hall, finding the plaque already hung up.

"Lu Lang." Elder Liu greeted them warmly.

Lu Zheng licked his lips, unsure how to address him – calling him father-in-law seemed premature since he hadn't officially married Liu Qingyan; calling him Uncle Liu felt awkward since he had spent the night with his daughter.

Liu Qingyan chuckled softly, but seeing Lu Zheng's embarrassment, she quietly assisted, "Just call him Uncle Liu, as we are still as before."

"Uncle Liu."

"Come, come." Elder Liu didn't mind what Lu Zheng called him. He just pulled Lu Zheng to the newly hung calligraphy in Renxin Hall's main hall. "Did you write this?"

"Yes!"

"Good calligraphy! Previously, I didn't know Lu Lang had such a skillful hand at calligraphy."

"You're too kind. Isn't calligraphy a basic skill for scholars?"

The two scholars who were there for a consultation and admiring the calligraphy immediately turned their heads, looking at Lu Zheng with strange eyes.

Which academy was this person from, to say something so outlandish? Do his teachers or peers know? Haven't they hit him?

Writing calligraphy at this level is almost equivalent to a top scholar arrogantly claiming, "Isn't passing the advanced scholar exams easy?" Both deserve scorn!

Lu Zheng glanced at the two scholars, ignoring their outraged expressions, nodding and smiling faintly.

The two scholars immediately smiled back and cupped their hands, expressing admiration.

...

A day passed. Lu Zheng went to the Liu Family again for dinner and taught Hu Zhou sword techniques for half an hour before letting him leave.

In the evening, Lu Zheng sat alone at the bedside, thinking deeply. After much inner conflict, he finally took out the sachet, held it in his palm, and softly called twice, "Qingyan—Qingyan—"

I'm just trying it out, to see if it works, nothing else.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The sound of knocking echoed, another sleepless night ahead.