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Chapter 164, Eight Sages of the Bamboo Grove

Palely, he sat quietly on the chair and looked at Qin Yan. Although Qin Yan seemed to be asleep, with Qin Yan's means, even the cell could not stop him, not to mention the mere rope, and he had to beware of him. Drugged or something.After all, he has been fooled once.

So pale, he also took out a handkerchief, soaked it in cold water, and covered his mouth and nose.Qin Yan, who was asleep, frowned quietly, and then relaxed again.

One night, Qin Yan was stared at by Bai Baijian quietly, leaving him no chance at all. On the second day, Qin Yan was called by Bai Baijian to the yamen again.I also got ten taels of silver.

After getting the silver, he did not return home, but went to the seaside. Every time he was in a bad mood, he would visit the sea. He felt that only the sea with a broad mind could accommodate all kinds of problems of his own. Feeling.

On the seashore, thousands of sails were surging, and the sound of trumpets could be faintly heard continuously. Huge oars crawled on the water like centipedes.

Looking at all this, I couldn't help but sighed softly again in my paleness!Immediately, he turned his head again and saw behind him.

Meng Jingye walked over from behind. He originally planned to come here to see the sea view. After all, he had never seen what the sea looked like, but he didn't expect to meet the person from last night here.What a coincidence!Well, vigilance is also very keen!
"It's you?" There was a guarded look on his pale face.His hands were already on the hilt of his sword. "Are you following me?"

Meng Jingye shrugged and said, "Why follow you? It's just a coincidence."

Before he could say anything, he found a big rock, climbed on it, and looked into the distance.Meng Jingye said lightly: "I haven't seen the sea yet! You say the sea is the widest, right?"

Palely, he was noncommittal, but he didn't have the heart to stay here with Meng Jingye, so he turned around and prepared to leave.

At this time, Meng Jingye stopped him: "Wait a minute."

He turned around in a pale voice: "Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing, just chatting!" Meng Jingye said with a smile.It was only during the day that he realized that although this man was good at martial arts, his clothes were a bit old, and they were a little pale after washing.Therefore, I couldn't help becoming interested in this person.

Pale and quietly said: "There is nothing to talk about." Then he left.

Looking at his back, Meng Jingye also found it interesting.If it is said that he has no power, it is impossible for him to be so young and have such strong martial arts. If he is said to be powerful, why does his clothes look like this?Really. Strange!It seems that there was probably no money to compensate me last night.Rather than refusing to pay.Thinking about it, Meng Jingye also smiled and squinted her eyes.

Standing on the rock, Meng Jingye suddenly remembered that in her previous life, she happened to be in a small restaurant.I saw a TV series whose name I didn't know, and someone said something, and I still remember it vividly.Can't help feeling: "Looking at Jieshi in the east, you can see the sea"

Now, I still know what the sea looks like!

At this time, seven or eight young men in clean white Confucian robes, each with a feather fan in their hand, gently swayed towards Meng Jingye.

A man cupped his hands to Meng Jingye on the reef, and said, "The poem my dear brother recited is wonderful. May I ask what its name is? Let me write it in my own text."

Meng Jingye was stunned. She actually didn't know what her name was.After all, I heard it in my previous life, but in this life I had studied literature since I was young, so I casually said, "It's called Guanhai."

The following people suddenly realized, and then nodded to each other.The person in the lead invited Meng Jingye: "I waited for a few people to hold a small party in a nearby bamboo grove, and I hope you will appreciate it! What do you think?"

"It's easy to talk, easy to talk! I like to make friends through literature. Please!" Meng Jingye has nothing to do anyway, isn't she just going to have a look.I feel that my knowledge is not bad, after all, the level of literature is also a person who can be a scholar.

Following them, chatting all the way, they arrived at a bamboo pavilion without walking a few steps.In the middle is a huge table with a complete set of pens, ink, paper and inkstones. There are many futons around the table, and there are small tables next to the futons, with wine and vegetables on them.The food is still steaming.

Meng Jingye followed them into the pavilion, and saw that there were already many manuscripts written on the large table in the middle.There were also quite a few balls of paper thrown under the table.

Everyone sat on the futon and began to introduce themselves. After their introduction, they learned that these were the eight scribes of Moon City, known as the Eight Sages of the Bamboo Grove. However, looking at their young age, they did not know how much real talent they had. .

After everyone's introductions were finished, Meng Jingye also introduced herself: "I am a disciple of Fan Yong, a great Confucian in Pingnan City. I came to Moon City this time to visit my friends for many years. In the end, what alas!"

Everyone sighed when they heard it. Although they didn't know who Fan Yong was, they all expressed their respect when they heard that he was a great Confucian.Although Meng Jingye fudged her fiercely, she also took advantage of the fact that the major counties are doing their own thing and not interfering with each other. In fact, everyone doesn't know much about who is in other counties and what happened, unless the matter is huge, or It is their own intelligence that is extremely powerful.

So, Meng Jingye just became a student of Confucianism and started talking with everyone.Meng Jingye also recited the Four Books and Five Classics by heart since she was a child.With the help of the system, she basically has a photographic memory. Therefore, everyone saw that Meng Jingye was very knowledgeable and had a good understanding of the Four Books and Five Classics.So she readily accepted Meng Jingye.

After drinking a glass of wine with each other, they all got up and began to appreciate each other's manuscripts on the table.

"Yes! Not bad, brother Chen's sentence."

"Oh, what Brother Zhang said is so wonderful!"

Meng Jingye also echoed, saying a lot of good things, which made everyone very happy.

At this time, someone asked Meng Jingye to also write a copy.Meng Jingye declined several times, but agreed.After all, his calligraphy is quite strong.This is not a very shameful thing, so roll up your sleeves and start writing.

"Looking at Jieshi in the east, to see the sea", the words that I heard in my previous life just came out vividly on the paper.Although literature is still possible. , but he doesn't know how to compose poetry and the like, and he hasn't learned it before, so he doesn't want to make a fool of himself. What if the acting fails?So, since none of them have heard this passage, write it yourself.

Finally, I wrote the word Guanhai on the far right, blew on it, and put down the pen.Back away.Everyone immediately surrounded the past, and then the exclamation sounded again.

"Yeah. Brother Meng's strength is really impressive!"

"Poetry and calligraphy are even better! Hahaha."

"Indeed, it makes me feel that this trip is worthwhile!"

Meng Jingye declined and said, "Where is that!"

After chatting with everyone for a while, Meng Jingye left with an excuse.After all, reciting poems is right about this kind of thing.It's not something I like to do, it's just casual.It is not advisable to linger.

Walked out of the bamboo forest, went to the street, and walked halfway, suddenly found a familiar figure.

(End of this chapter)