The Mysterious Businessman of Super Seminary

Chapter 433 New Fun

Well, Bi Yi, the new recliner is still comfortable!The days of Xianyu always go by very quickly, Wen Twelve seems to have just had a good dream, and a month has passed quietly, and during this time, Xu Le also experienced Lu Xiu's incident, and the bad taste gradually came up , Produced a new hardcover version of "Three Hundred Tang Poems", to see if there are any new gains.

In the ancient temple, in the darkness, the air was eerily quiet.

"Over there, what's the situation now?
"A month ago, the Spirit Clan was defeated and lost a Spirit King and even the big bird. Wu Huan also died under Xia Tu's sword and could not be rescued. As for the Yin Clan and the Sword Clan, I don't know what Zidian promised. Whatever benefits have been left, the evil spirit can't delay it anymore, so it can only take back the suppression.

"More importantly, Zidian seems to have noticed something and is secretly searching for our traces."

After speaking, the ancient temple was quiet again.For a long time, some empty voices sounded, which could not disperse for a long time in the ancient temple.

"Wen Twelve"

In front of the entrance of the White Tiger City, Gui Hanmo raised his tip to look at the plaque of the White Tiger City, with a look of pursuit.

"Speaking of which, I haven't been back for many years.".
"Since I entered the official career, I have been working diligently for the sake of the people all day long. I thought it would be a return to my hometown in glory, but I didn't expect that now I feel like I am running away."

After that, Wei Hanmo shook his head with a wry smile, and stepped into the White Tiger City.

"In this world, how can we save the common people? When you walk into the White Tiger City, the cries of peddlers can be heard, and the crowd is bustling. It's quite lively and happy.

Being in it, Wei Hanmo's mood couldn't help but improved a lot, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This White Tiger City is even more comfortable than Kyoto. Maybe it's because of homesickness."

Although he had not returned home for several years, Wei Hanmo did not rush home in a hurry. Wei Hanmo's family was poor and he had no qualifications for spiritual practice since he was a child. However, he was obsessed with literature. Under the influence of many sages' books, he devoted himself to studying literature. Thinking about studying to become an official and benefiting the people. Wei Hanmo's family was poor. He did not have the qualifications of a spiritual master at the age of six, but he was obsessed with literature. Under the influence of many sages' books, he wanted to study to become an official and benefit the people.

So the two of them in the family tried their best to let him go to school. Life was tight, but Wei Hanmo did not disappoint the two elders. He was extremely talented in this aspect, and even the school teachers couldn't stop praising him.

A few years later, when the four-yearly scientific examination was launched, Wei Hanmo won the title of champion by virtue of his amazing talent, and went to Beijing to take up the post!
And just a few days before going to Beijing to work, the two elders in the family finally went because of years of overwork and sickness, and because they ate their last meal all day long.

And all these years, Wei Hanmo has devoted himself to political affairs and has no intention of talking about love. Until now, he is still a lonely family. As for the house in Baihu City, no one lives in it. s home.

There was no one waiting at Men's house, so naturally he was not in a hurry, so he wandered around the street leisurely.From time to time, I even bought some green vegetables.

Even though it had been several years, Wei Hanmo still felt very happy when he returned to his hometown and walked among the alleys of Taijie where he grew up. Scenes of past events came to mind, even dispersing the haze of frustration in officialdom. a
Suddenly, Wei Hanmo stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look, with a look of surprise on his face, and saw a quiet alley on the left side across the street from the bustling and noisy Yong'an Avenue.Wei Hanmo looked at the noisy Yong'an Avenue on the right, then turned to look at the quiet alley on the left, the look of surprise on his face became even greater.

Why is there such a small alley here? And it is so quiet and unreasonable!It's as if there is an invisible line that separates it from Baihu Avenue. People consciously stay away from here, as if they don't want to disturb the tranquility of the alley.

Out of curiosity, Wickham walked two steps inward, leaned against the side wall and looked into the depths of the alley, only to see a shop quietly located in the depths of the alley. Looking at its plaque, it was named "Mystery Store".

Does the store open in such a place? Can there be business? Curiosity prompted Wei Hanmo to step into the alley. After getting closer, he discovered that there was an ancient tree standing in front of the store in the depths of the alley. Although it has not bloomed, but just standing outside, you can feel a fresh fragrance, which is different from the strong floral fragrance. This is a very fresh fragrance that is slowly sent into the nose like a wall wind.At this time, a slightly chubby young man was standing in front of the store, his head bowed, not knowing what he was doing.

Wei Hanmo moved closer. Only then did he realize that the young man was holding a book in his hand and was muttering in a low voice.

"The moonlight is bright in front of the bed. It is suspected that there is frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon, and lower my head to think about my hometown."

As soon as the words fell, Wei Hanmo's ears made him stunned, and he returned to the capital in a daze.

The night before his resignation, he woke up in the middle of the night.He sat alone by the bed, the moonlight sprinkled on the window paper, as if frost had formed, he looked up at the moon, in the full moon, it seemed that his hometown was hidden, he had not returned for several years, no one missed home, in In the officialdom of the capital, Wei Hanmo has tasted the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and bumped into walls everywhere. He has changed from a smug young man to a middle-aged man who can only sigh in the middle of the night.

Drinking alone late at night, I could only sigh. The rules in this world are not so easy to shake.He is just a mortal.

Wei Hanmo was in a daze and just nodded subconsciously.

"Good poetry, good poetry."

This little poem has neither peculiar and novel imagination, nor exquisite and gorgeous rhetoric. It just uses a narrative tone to describe the homesickness of distant guests, but it has profound meaning.Intriguing.

A person who is a guest in a foreign country will probably feel this way. It is fine during the day, but in the dead of night, the feeling of homesickness will inevitably ripple in his heart, not to mention the night when the moon is like frost. Overwhelmed, Wei Hanmo hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"Young Master, I don't know the name of the poem I recited just now? Who wrote it?"

The young master Wei Hanmo mentioned was Zhang Hao. Zhang Hao turned to look at him and then said.

"Oh, you said this poem is called "Quiet Night Thoughts", and the author is Li Bai. Well, I don't know it. Nuo, you can read it yourself."

Speaking of Zhang Hao handing over the book in his hand, Wei Hanmo hastily and cautiously reached out to take it, and looked down, but what he saw was indeed blank, and he was immediately puzzled.

"My lord, this book is clearly blank, isn't it?"

"Ah? Oh, yes, yes, I forgot. This book is a new product from the boss. I can only read it by myself. Let alone you, even if the saint came, what I saw would be a blank sheet of paper."

Zhang Hao patted his head and took the book back.

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