Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

"That's who I am."

As these words were spoken, the shadowy gate outside the Evergreen Realm appeared noticeably darker than before.

It's not about getting so angry that you immediately turn on someone.

Rather, it was a profound sense of awkwardness and discomfort.

The person behind the door, or rather, the hand that was standing behind the door at this moment, using the old book and the rubbing to "talk" with Su Changqing, probably never imagined that he would be forced to this point.

It clearly came through the door.

It was clearly to stabilize the situation, retrieve half of Bai Heng's intentions, and incidentally confirm Su Changqing's true position.

As the conversation went on—

However, the negotiation turned into a bargaining game between the manager of Changqinglou.

Su Changqing was not only unhurried, but also acted as if he was saying, "If we're going to talk, let's do it the way business does."

Let me see the Intuos first.

The film says, "Let me hear it first."

Bai Heng's book of meaning: take the superficial part, I'll keep the deeper part.

This doesn't look like someone facing the door at all.

This is clearly someone sitting behind the counter, flipping through account books, saying:

The goods are in my hands; you pay first.

What made those behind the door most uncomfortable was—

It actually had no choice but to agree.

If they don't agree, there's no point in "talking".

But once you agree, it's tantamount to acquiescing to Su Changqing's logic:

Bai Heng is a commodity.

The booklet can be recycled in layers.

Behind the door, they were not there to make a judgment, but to redeem something they had lost.

It's like personally stamping an old booklet with a "Changqinglou Deposit" seal.

Inside the Evergreen Realm, although Li Hanyi was some distance away and couldn't hear every subtle nuance of the sound behind the door, she could still discern it from the increasingly heavy and solid outline of the door's shadow—

Behind the door, Su Changqing was truly pulling her into the rhythm little by little.

She gazed at the tall gate standing outside the boundary, her eyes calm.

In the past, she had seen many so-called strong people in the martial arts world.

Someone has a strong sword.

Some people are very ambitious.

Some people are shrewd and strategic.

Some people are ruthless and bloodthirsty.

She had never seen anyone like Su Changqing, who managed to persuade someone who was originally standing high behind the door to "come to redeem half a book."

It's not because language is particularly sharp.

It's not because he has something in his hand.

Bai Heng.

Door slave paper talisman.

The word "sugar" and bamboo skewer marks on the old book.

There was also the half of the book he had pressed down behind the door, which he wanted to take back to stop the bleeding and get rid of it.

Having goods on hand gives you the confidence to set a price.

And this owner of Changqinglou was clearly best at holding the goods in place while slowly asking questions:

What price are you planning to offer?

Su Xiaonuo naturally didn't understand what "Shadow Tracing," "Shadow Name," or "Shallow and Deep Layers" meant.

She only saw her father standing in front of the door, and the people behind the door finally quieted down, so she couldn't help but look up and ask Li Hanyi:

"Mommy, is that bad guy outside behaving himself?"

Li Hanyi looked down at her and softly hummed in agreement.

"I guess so."

"That father is amazing!"

"Yes, the best."

"So, does that mean we'll have to pay for the candy soon?"

A very faint smile finally appeared in Li Hanyi's eyes.

"It should be soon."

Little Nuonuo was immediately delighted, as if she could already see the hand behind the door carrying several strings of candied hawthorns to apologize.

She hugged Li Hanyi's neck and whispered:

"Then I'm going to eat three skewers tomorrow."

"You wish!"

"..."

The little girl immediately pouted.

But the next moment, Su Changqing turned to look at her and said with a smile:

"If it really loses enough money, three strings of cash wouldn't be out of the question."

Su Xiaonuo's eyes immediately lit up.

"Really?"

"Um."

"I'll remember that!"

"Remember it."

The little girl happily buried her face in Li Hanyi's shoulder, looking like she thought, "This deal is a sure thing."

If the shadowy figure behind the door really had a face, it would probably be furious by now.

It is clearly discussing a deal concerning the old book, the meaning of the book, the hierarchy behind the door, and the succession of a guide.

As a result, the family of three inside the door were already casually discussing it as "tomorrow's expected inventory of candied hawthorns".

This level of insult is beyond what is typical.

……

Behind the door, the voice remained silent for a moment before finally speaking slowly.

"Intosh, I can show you a corner first."

"The video claims, 'I can sue you for half now.'"

"But we must first address the superficial intentions within Bai Heng."

It is clear.

I learned it behind the door too.

It no longer gives it all at once.

Instead, they started to break down the conditions.

I'll give you a small part of the Intuos, not the whole thing.

I'll tell you half the movie title, but not the full name.

Let me first grasp the basic meaning of Bai Heng's book, and we'll talk about the rest later.

This is the style behind the door.

Even though they've already lowered their standards, they still instinctively want to maintain a sense of "I'm in control."

Su Changqing simply listened, showing no sign of urgency.

He raised his hand and gently tapped the shadow of the door.

The blue membrane at the edge of the Evergreen Boundary slowly rippled like the surface of water.

After the ripples spread out, they did not immediately form a door, nor did they directly open up the road.

Instead, it's as if another "table" has been set up in front of that doorway.

You can talk about it behind the scenes.

Let's talk at the table.

They have no right to cross the line.

The voice behind the door clearly understood this meaning, and said coldly:

"You won't even open the door?"

"Isn't the door already open?"

Su Changqing looked at the shadow, his tone flat.

"You build your own screen."

"I'll set up my own table."

"We can talk at the table; there's no need to invite you into my house."

There was silence again behind the door.

This time, it wasn't just awkward.

There was even a sense of genuine unease seeping from the depths of the old book.

It was used to "talking at the door," but it never expected that Su Changqing would add another "table."

What is a table?

A table signifies flatness.

If you stand behind the door on a slightly higher level, I'll set up a table to level out the height difference.

If you want to lower the price by taking a higher position through the door, I will set up a table in front of the door and turn this into a normal price negotiation scene.

This is not simply about prevention.

They even changed the scene for you.

The voice from behind the door finally spoke after a long pause:

"You really are... good at business."

Upon hearing this, Su Changqing actually nodded.

"Thanks."

Behind the door: "..."

It was originally just a cold sneer.

But Su Changqing's frank admission left it momentarily at a loss for words.

A moment later, a very faint and thin "page" finally slowly emerged in front of the door.

It is not a complete booklet.

Instead, it resembled a paper shadow copied from an old book.

The paper shadows were a cold white, with gray edges, like rubbings that had been repeatedly soaked through by ink from countless years ago and then forcibly flattened.

It's not big.

It's only the size of a palm.

Two lines of extremely fine and dense characters can be vaguely seen above.

Those words were not normal characters; they were more like lines of marks and boundary symbols shrunk to the extreme, which at first glance looked like someone had written countless tiny threads on old paper.

And at the edge of the paper shadow, there is indeed an extremely light and faint, yet incredibly clear, "page-turning gesture".

Just like when someone turns a page, their thumb and forefinger press on a certain spot for many years, leaving a layer of habit that is extremely difficult to wear off.

Although Li Hanyi was far away, she still managed to catch a glimpse of that shadow.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

With just one glance, she could sense that this thing was on a completely different level from the few traces of intent left in Bai Heng's body.

The latter only "had a little bit of the flavor".

But this rubbing of a corner is almost like a page of a real old book that has been forcibly printed.

If this thing really falls into Su Changqing's hands, it will definitely be of great use.

Su Changqing was indeed watching carefully.

It's not just about looking at those two lines of text.

I'm also looking at the paper quality, the edges and corners, the direction of the old ink, and how exactly that little bit of page-turning technique was applied to the "page".

After a few moments, the faint interest in his eyes deepened slightly.

"Just as I expected."

The voice from behind the door said:

"How much of it can you understand?"

"Understanding just a little bit is enough."

"for example?"

"For example, your old book is not a single book."

"It's a series of layers stacked together, with pages within pages, pages after pages, and shadows hidden within shadows."

"For example, what you just gave me wasn't just Tuoying."

"You casually left a test wire inside."

The shadow at the door froze.

Su Changqing smiled.

"What, you want to follow me back to the Evergreen Realm?"

For the first time, the voice behind the door couldn't completely suppress its emotions, and its coldness noticeably intensified.

"Since you have accepted the rubbing, you should naturally bear the remnants on it."

Su Changqing shook his head.

"wrong."

"Since you call it a transaction, then you should provide clean goods."

"What's wrong with smuggling in personal agendas?"

"..."

Silence fell once again behind the door.

Li Hanyi could feel that the shadow of the door was slightly heavier than before.

This is not about physical oppression.

It's more like the anger that arises from something that rarely truly fails to deliver, but is now being criticized again and again.

But ironically, it couldn't say that Su Changqing was wrong.

Because if we follow the logic of "doing business," this would indeed be considered smuggling in personal agendas.

And it was immediately noticed.

The corner of the paper in front of the door trembled slightly, as if it had been twisted by some invisible force.

Immediately afterwards, a thin, gray-black thread, finer than a hair, was gently pulled from the edge of the shadow puppet, turning into a wisp of smoke and dissipating outside the boundary.

Su Changqing looked at it and nodded.

"That's more like it."

If Bai Heng had witnessed this scene from the sidelines, his eyelids would probably have twitched uncontrollably.

The holder of the book gave it to the photolithography artist and casually left a string behind.

This is perfectly normal.

But Su Changqing not only saw through it, but also found fault with it in front of everyone behind the door, and made them remove the "test line".

This is no longer a negotiation.

This is for inspection.

The examination was conducted very thoroughly and without any hesitation.

The voice behind the door grew deeper.

"Are you satisfied now?"

"reluctantly."

Su Changqing said.

"Let's say it's half the movie title."

Instead of going around to the back of the door, he said directly:

"Those three gatekeepers from last night, they fell from the 'fragmented pen'."

"A fragment of a writing brush?"

"This is the film's title, not its full name."

"It often corrects lines and tests pens in the corners of the pages, and also manages the doorkeepers to clean up stains."

"If you want to find it, this half-shadow is not enough."

Su Changqing's eyes flickered slightly after hearing this.

A fragment of a writing.

The title of this film is already quite interesting.

This suggests that among the group of things behind the door, there was at least one figure specifically responsible for "trial revisions" and "testing the waters."

Moreover, those three gatekeepers last night were released from that page or layer of its energy.

Although it's only a partial title.

But it's enough to follow the first line smoothly.

Su Changqing nodded.

"OK."

"Consider this second item a gift from you."

The voice behind the door showed no emotion whatsoever at his words, "Consider it a gift."

It seems to have realized that when dealing with Su Changqing in this "shopkeeper-like" manner, the more emotionally volatile the situation, the easier it is to be led by the other party.

So it opened its mouth directly:

"Now, it's your turn."

"Bai Heng's shallow understanding of the book."

"Let me take a look first."

"What do you want to see?"

"It depends on how you plan to collect it."

The doorway paused slightly.

"You don't believe me?"

"nonsense."

Su Changqing looked at the doorway, his tone as calm as if he were talking about the weather.

"Last night you all wanted to take the opportunity to erase Bai Heng's entire line."

"Now you're telling me you only accept shallow treatments."

"I need to see just how shallow your 'shallow' approach really is."

These words were spoken without any politeness.

But the voice behind the door did not refute it.

Because that's the truth.

It did try to wipe away the white balance last night.

The reason why they were willing to "redeem people with half a book" tonight was because the current situation was even more unfavorable for Menhou.

A moment later, a very thin, grayish-white thread slowly descended from within the shadow of the door.

Those threads were neither ink nor light.

It's more like a "recycling idea" plucked from an old book.

It's very light.

But as soon as it appeared, Li Hanyi's heart tightened slightly.

Because she could sense that it was "deeper" than the previous marks left by the book.

It's not about deep power.

Rather, it lies in its nature.

Like some shallow traces on Bai Heng's body that were originally "written" into the system behind the door, once it touches them, they will be naturally reclaimed.

If no one stopped them, this wisp of reclaiming intent could follow Bai Heng's line and gradually peel back those things belonging to the "book layer behind the door".

This is the "collection" behind the door.

It wasn't robbery.

It's not a smear.

It's about taking it back based on the logic of "it's mine to begin with, and now I'm taking it back."

Moreover, it's very compliant.

At least within the old system, it's more like a dignified recycling than simply erasing the lines last night.

Unfortunately, standing here with Su Changqing—

We still need to inspect the goods first.

Su Changqing stared calmly at the thin line.

"Only the surface layer is allowed to be touched."

"If you get too deep, I'll chop off your hand."

The voice from behind the door said coldly:

"Show me the portions first."

Upon hearing this, Su Changqing raised his hand and grabbed at the void.

The next instant, Bai Heng, who was in the cage of guests at Tianmen Town in front of Taiji Hall, was suddenly shaken.

A faint blue light suddenly appeared on the edge of the "deep space groove" left after the Chengmen bone dislocated, from his chest to his back, from his left shoulder to the back of his neck.

Bai Heng's expression changed.

It's not pain.

Rather, it's the kind of vibration that feels like you're being separated by two worlds, by a cage, by a door, and that's forcibly pulled out a layer of "sense of separation".

He sat in the cage, his lips twitching slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Come again?

It wasn't dismemberment.

Is it a way to remove the "layers" remotely?

and--

He also clearly sensed that Su Changqing was indeed splitting things up.

It's like gently plucking out the most superficial and shallowest layer from the "book of intentions written from behind the door, which has not yet been completely peeled off" on his whole being.

That layer doesn't touch Bai Heng's remaining core.

It also didn't touch the deep marks that Su Changqing had traced along Guixu Bone last night.

It was like a thin layer of frost adhering to the surface of old bones and remnants of veins, which Su Changqing gently scraped off a corner of and held in his palm.

This scene was also simultaneously displayed in front of the gate outside the Evergreen Realm.

A tiny wisp of extremely faint grayish-white mist was held between Su Changqing's fingers.

Like frost.

Like ash.

Like a sheet of old paper blown down by the wind, revealing the thin layer of dust on the surface.

Su Changqing glanced at it.

"This is considered shallow."

"Any further in, and you're not allowed to touch it."

The voice behind the door remained silent for a moment.

"You're quite meticulous in your analysis."

"Um."

"It's better than those haphazardly kept accounts behind your door."

"..."

He didn't respond to that question from behind the door, but instead slowly extended that wisp of intention to reclaim it, gently touching the gray-white booklet.

The moment the two touched, the shallow layer of intent, as if recognizing its master, naturally adhered to it.

There was no violent collision.

There was no forced pulling.

It's more like a layer of old fog floating outside, which was finally brought back by the brushstrokes that were supposed to capture it.

The sound behind the door quieted down.

"Can."

"This is the shallow layer of half of it."

Su Changqing watched it take away that little bit and nodded.

"Okay, at least you didn't lie."

From a distance, Li Hanyi's gaze narrowed slightly.

For the first time, she felt so intuitively that Bai Heng's "intentions" could actually be layered in this way.

Like peeling skin.

Like scraping cream.

It's like carefully scraping off a layer of old residue and returning it to its owner.

If it weren't Su Changqing who did this, anyone else, no matter how high their cultivation level, would probably have had to resort to brutally cutting it off.

But Su Changqing was not the one to behead.

He is a point.

That's the difference.

And the voice behind the door finally confirmed one thing at that moment:

Su Changqing is more than just a fighter.

He also understands the character "册" (cè).

At least, I've already understood the most terrifying part.

That is-

I can break down the layers of what you write.

I can list the people you've marked in separate volumes.

If you think it should be recycled, I can cut it into pieces for you, and then decide whether or not to give it to you.

This ability is far too dangerous.

It's too much like a "book-keeping technique" that shouldn't be appearing behind the door.

Thinking of this, the voice behind the door finally spoke slowly:

"You really are... unlike anything that can grow in this realm."

Su Changqing laughed after hearing this.

"Bai Heng said the same thing last night."

"Don't you guys have any new words coming out?"

Behind the door: "..."

It stopped pressing the issue and simply said coldly:

"I gave it to you, Intuos."

"The film title has been given."

I have withdrawn my initial intention.

"Now, let's talk about the next step."

"Next step?" Su Changqing gently tossed the remaining deep book mark in his hand. "The next step will have to be decided separately."

The voice behind the door finally lowered slightly.

"What else do you want?"

Su Changqing's smile was extremely faint.

"This time, it's not about what I want."

"What are you planning to do behind your backs to get me to temporarily refrain from digging into your old grievances?"

The wind suddenly stopped for a moment.

Behind the door, the voice truly sank to the deepest depths for the first time.

Because it finally understood.

Tonight's "talks can be held outside the door" was not a move by someone behind the door to stabilize the situation and calmly test Su Changqing.

Instead, Su Changqing used this door to establish new rules behind it.