Xian Dynasty Era

Chapter 157 Scholar, catcher, fairy
Yanzhou·Guo County attached to Qufu, the capital of the State of Lu——Daan County
In the east of the city, there is a vast expanse of flat countryside. Passing through the long country road, you can see a farm house next to a pond at the entrance of the village, covered by poplars and green willows.

The house is dilapidated and simple, surrounded by fences. In the middle are three thatched huts built with earthen walls. Under a luxuriant sycamore tree, on the shaded ground, several old hens are pecking rice with their heads down, chirping from time to time. The sound, accompanied by the long chirping of cicadas in the hot summer, is peaceful and quiet.

The summer is unbearably hot, and the heat is raging. Under the east window, a young man with a thin figure and fair skin is sitting behind a desk with peeling red paint, staring closely at a beautifully patterned sandalwood box.

The wooden box has been opened, and a book lying quietly has already opened the paper.

The young man was only about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his body was pale blue and starched. Although his clothes were plain, he was tall and straight, with delicate features.

"It's really a great fortune. I don't think there is a wordless book in the "Qing'an Notebook" handed down by my ancestors. It should be the golden chapter and jade record of Confucian sages." In the middle of bleary, a touch of surprise could not be concealed, and he murmured.

The so-called Jinkou Yuyan, the treasure of Confucian sages - a book without words, can actually evolve the articles of Confucian sages!

In the scene just now, even after a while, Fang Yan still felt that he could not calm down for a long time.

At that time, he sorted out the relics of his ancestors and found the "Notes of Qing'an". The dust goes away.

"Originally, some things that I didn't understand about the sage's scriptures have suddenly been understood." Dialect looked excited and whispered secretly.

Thinking of his dialect, he was enlightened at the age of six, and read the Four Books and Five Classics at the age of ten. His famous works were published in the countryside. Adhering to the idea of ​​reading to understand the principles, he devoted himself to studying hard, day and night.

But a month ago, he failed in the entry qualification test of Qionglin Academy. He was so angry that he couldn't afford to get sick.

"Looking at the old me now, I was really self-proclaimed, boasting that my talents were unrecognizable, and it was rare to meet Bole, but now..." Fang Yan picked up a stack of manuscripts on the desk, looked down at the articles he usually wrote, narrowed his eyes slightly, He couldn't help but shook his head and said, "It's just nonsense! It stinks!"

Dialect felt ashamed of his previous arrogant self, took a deep breath, his eyes lit up,
Picking up a brush on the pen stand, took a piece of paper, and wrote, "There is a thousand-mile horse in the world, and then there is a Bole. There are always a thousand-mile horse, but not often a Bole..."

This is exactly the article in the book of golden pages of the sages. He felt that his mood had changed in the past, and the article "evolved" in a hazy moment. Conceived in my heart, I just want to caress and shout.

"This article is well-organized, every word is very clear, and it's really hard to say... I wrote it?" Fang Yan stared at the black and white words in a daze, his eyes were both surprised and happy, but after a while, he looked devoid of spirituality. Frowning deeply, he murmured, "This word...needs to be practiced."

Just when the dialect frowned and thought about how to practice calligraphy, a girl in a pink lotus dress with a childish complexion walked not far away, holding up her skirt, and said softly: "Brother Fang, there is a Mr. Zhao outside the yard. Visit you."

Although the girl is only twelve or thirteen years old, she has a graceful figure like willows and willows, with peach cheeks and apricot eyes. Although she is still young and ignorant, her eyebrows and eyes have shown a moving posture, which can be seen that she is the embryo of a beauty.

Fang Yan frowned and said, "Zhao Yan, what is he doing here?"

Dialect and Zhao Yan are old acquaintances, and their names have similar pronunciations. In Bailu Academy, like dozens of other students, they worshiped the old master Wang Shouzheng and studied Confucian classics. The third son usually makes friends with the children of officials and eunuchs, and has nothing to do with dialects.

After dialect finished speaking, he hurriedly put away "Qing'an Notebook" and put it away.

Only then did the thatch come out, and stood in the middle of the courtyard, with a pair of indifferent eyes, across the gatehouse and fence covered with withered yellow thatch, they cupped their hands at the old and the young: "Mr. Zhao, as for the humble house, what can you tell me?"

If it was in the past, when facing Mr. Zhao, the dialect might be out of inferiority and arrogance, and his speech and behavior would not be so humble, but at this moment, he should be polite.

Mr. Zhao is not very old, eighteen or nineteen years old, with the appearance of a white-faced scholar, wearing a jade-colored brocade shirt from Qionglin Academy, with a pair of eyes under his handsome eyebrows. Impatient, can't help but shine in front of my eyes.

He has seen this dialect before. After all, this person studies very hard, is very serious about learning, and often has academic disputes with others.

Of course, in his eyes, it's just a poor bookmaker.

Now I looked at him, and saw that although he was thin and thin, his clothes were patched with cloth, and the starch was white, but he could meet him, his gaze neither dodged nor sneered, his lacquered eyes were clear and deep, There is a faint calmness that cannot be humiliated.

Instead, it answered the words Fengshen Ruyu.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yan couldn't help but pause, and a strange feeling flashed in his heart.

The old man at the side concentratingly transmitted a piece of spiritual consciousness to Zhao Yan's mind, "My lord, the Fang family's gray air is pervasive, and it is said that he is unlucky, but his little maid is naturally beautiful, with charming eyebrows and eyes." There is a dark cloud, a green aura appears on the top of the head, it seems to have the appearance of a prosperous husband, maybe the son Fuyuan should be here?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yan subconsciously took a look at the maidservant, narrowed her eyes slightly, and seemed to be moved.

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In the Song Dynasty, beside the Bian River, in the row upon row of restaurants, a young man in soap clothes and a black and red hat sat near the window. The bright eyes under the sword eyebrows are looking at the sparkling Bian River not far away.

It was already evening, and the shops and restaurants on both sides of the Bian River had already lit up strings of red lanterns. The candles were brightly lit, reflecting into the water, and the sky and the sky were of the same color.

On the Bian River, there is an endless stream of flat boats and boats, the shadows of oars are shaking, and the shadows of people are flickering.

It's the building, boat, flute and drum, the Eguan feast, the lights are beautiful, and the sound and light are chaotic.

A painting boat with five stories high, the lights are especially bright, the music is played loudly, and the laughter of women and men, in the twilight, spreads the noise and bustling, sweeping to the entire capital of the Song Dynasty - Bianliang.

Xu Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was savoring the Daqu wine of the Song Dynasty carefully. The turbid yellow wine was flowing between his lips and teeth, his cheeks were blush, and a dignified look gradually brewed on his clear face. He thought to himself, "It's full of evil spirits. Since I obtained the Scroll of Gods and Ghosts, I have never seen the seven stars shining together. It seems that this evil spirit has an extraordinary origin and is difficult to deal with."

Xu Yi is not a practitioner, but according to his self-identification, he should be a demon master.

According to the information he received from the Spiritual Treasure Scroll of the Eight Desolations of Gods and Ghosts that he received a month ago, the Lingbao scroll of this scroll was inherited from an ancient powerful man who seemed to be a master of the Danqing Dynasty. The strange beasts in the mountains and seas were dedicated to a powerful emperor, but they fell for unknown reasons before the completion of the plan.

Just when Xu Yi was surprised.

"Brother Xu, the little Sikou from Shangqiu asked me to look for you, but you let me find you easily." A fat official who also wore a soap suit and a black and red crown hat, with a goose feather knife hanging from his waist, said softly.

Xu Yi frowned, smiled inexplicably in his eyes and said, "Little Sikou, why is he looking for me?"

The fat yamen officer smiled and said: "It's not that you, brother Xu, have repeatedly solved major cases in Biandu, and Lord Yin Lu often mentions your name. Doesn't this come into the eyes of the little Sikou? By the way, there are still a group of people who heard What kind of fairy master from the Shaoyang sect, Xu Yi, didn't you keep saying that you want to experience the magic of the fairy family? Here's your chance."

Xu Yi smiled and said, "People from the Shaoyang Sect? You can go and meet them, but now you need... to save them!"

Saying that, he picked up a Yanling Saber on the table, and walked out.

"Hey, sir, you haven't paid the bill yet?" the clerk waved from behind the counter.

"Let that fat man pay."

The fat servant's complexion changed slightly, he gritted his teeth, and cursed: "Xu Yi, you bastard, you tricked me again!"

"Although the routine is old, it has been tried and tested repeatedly!" Xu Yi's teasing and mocking voice sounded from downstairs.

Then there was a woman's scream.

"monster!"

There was a sharp beeping sound, dots of red streamer gushed out, the flames burst into flames, and the figures of men and women jumped into the river to escape in desperation.

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Chu Kingdom·Yingdu
As dusk sinks to the west, the sky is filled with sunset glow, and a slanting ray of sunset light stretches the leisurely and slow figures of the two and the donkey extremely long.

On the back of a black-haired, white-hoofed donkey, there is a brocade mat. Sitting sideways is a Taoist nun wearing a white silk crane-pattern gown and a bamboo crown. She is two years old and has a beautiful face. She has shaved shoulders, a plain waist, and thin willow-leaf eyebrows. Under the autumn water, Yingying lowered her eyes, clearly flipping through a book.

On the title page of the book, there are four dragons and phoenixes in black and white characters in "Chunqiu Tale". This is a novel picture book recently published by a company called Hanhai Bookstore. The form is displayed, the language is solemn and humorous, full of wit and wit, and the plot is even more fascinating.

"The dispute between Wu and Yue, Wu Guojun was entrusted by the previous monarch's deathbed 'Don't forget the hatred of Yue', worked hard to govern, mobilized horses and resolutely fought, and soon destroyed Yue. , ten years of reunion, ten years of lessons, and finally the revenge of the Wu Kingdom." Qin Bingxiao's clear eyes shone with light, "Human nature has changed, and reincarnation has changed several times, which shows that it is difficult to make a career and easy to destroy it. Longevity Dao Karma, why not?"

Recalling what her mentor told her before leaving, Qin Bingxiao frowned slightly, and sighed faintly, she had already entered the state of divine illumination, her state of mind was perfect and pure, how could she be indulged in love between men and women because of entering the world?

Teacher, she is too worried.

At this moment, the lower one, who looked no more than eight or nine years old, with red silk tied into double ponytails and a white lotus dress, held the rein of the donkey with one hand, raised a delicate face with red lips and white teeth, and asked in a waxy voice. Said: "Sister Qin, let's go to Yingdu to watch the lanterns, shall we?"

"Jian Jia, do I still want to buy you a sugar man?" Looking at Lolita, Qin Bingxiao's cold and beautiful face showed a faint smile, just like the first snowfall, bright and incomparable.

"I want two." Loli licked her red lips with her tongue, smiled, and stretched out two white and tender fingers.

Qin Bingxiao said with a smile: "In Kun Kingdom, I didn't eat less. I was careful to eat all my teeth. There are not many white crane teeth."

Jian Jia hummed softly, and couldn't help pouting her rouge red lips, as if she felt aggrieved.

At this moment, on the side of the official road, the peasants who were returning with their hoes in the afterglow of the evening, passed by the two of them, and there was a chuckle.

"This Taoist nun is a monk, but she doesn't have any compassion for children. She let half of the grown-up girls walk below, but she sat on the top?"

The voice of talking gradually faded away.

Jian Jia Liwo smiled slightly, her brows and eyes brightened, "Sister Qin, do you hear me, please take care of me."

"Gossip, but it's just the noise of the wind. If you care about it, you will lose your heart and know what to do." Qin Bingxiao said in a light tone, and continued to look down at the book in his hand, completely turning a deaf ear.

(End of this chapter)