Over the next two days, Suo Lun fully imitated Yan Zi Yu's lifestyle.
Every day he was either reading or playing music, and practicing sword dancing.
Of course, the so-called sword dancing was mainly for show, as the real Yan Zi Yu's martial arts skills were quite ordinary.
In between, villagers came to deliver rice and meat, and then Suo Lun paid them.
Essentially, he was entirely alone, a true recluse.
In those two days, Suo Lun felt as if time had slowed down considerably.
Moreover, the villagers didn't even know that he, Yan Zi Yu, was a man of letters; they just saw him as a down-and-out eccentric with some money who had read a few books.
So, the days passed by one after another.
The Ashi Liren hadn't sent anyone yet? It couldn't be possible that he should go there himself and volunteer his services.
...
In the evening, after Suo Lun had eaten his meal, drunk some wine, danced with his sword for half an hour, and read for another half an hour, he lay down to sleep.
