I have a role in the heavens

There is a man in a green shirt walking with a sword, his long beard fluttering in the night wind. He looks like an immortal swordsman. However, when he sees a juggler on the street, that man will stop and huddle with a group of older girls. He stared nervously, then clapped his palms red and cheered loudly. But when the juggler took the money, he returned to the cold look of the immortal swordsman, meaning that he wanted to pay for the copper coins and other pickled things. Absolutely not.

Chang'an women's clothing is also very simple and plain. Another word is called cool, and another word is probably naked. In this warm season of spring, the women and girls seen on the street have their arms bare outside their sarong sleeves, which is even more a bit strange. The charming young woman boldly wore a tube top on the street, and the white and tender chest attracted people's attention.

On the street, bare-chested barbarians were looking around curiously with wine bags tied around them. Officials from the Moonlight Kingdom wearing winged hats were stroking their beards and were walking among the restaurants and brothels in a familiar manner. Businessmen from the Southern Jin Dynasty were upstairs. Leaning on the railing to watch the stars and drink, from time to time the pretense of heroic laughter would be spread to the street. From the unknown house, another stream of silk and bamboo music came from the house, with melodious melody.

The wealth, grace and magnanimity of the entire world seemed to be concentrated in Chang'an City, which was exciting and intoxicating. The magnificence and gentleness coexisted, and the swords and beauties reflected each other.

The scholar was walking in this sea of ​​lights and people in his washed-white clothes with a few patches on them. His admiring look was like that of a bumpkin from the countryside. The poor scholar looked like he had never seen him before. The appearance of the world attracted many smiling eyes.

The scholar didn't take it seriously. Although the eyes of these residents of the capital city of Chang'an were a bit proud of the people in the capital, they were also somewhat kind and did not mean to disdain. Of course, this had something to do with the scholar's handsome appearance.

Although the scholar is thin, it can still be seen that he is a handsome young man. His sword-shaped eyebrows are sharp and slanted into his temples. He exudes a bit of heroism. His pair of peach blossom eyes are particularly eye-catching. They are bright and clear, like the cold stars in the morning, illuminating the dark night and bringing a glimmer of light. The light and the sunken eye sockets made his eyes look a bit bigger. The eyelashes were crystal clear, distinct and slightly raised. The bridge of his nose was high and stood proudly like a mountain. His lips were thin and slightly pale. It appears to be malnutrition.

The scholar was walking slowly on the spacious and flat road in Chang'an City. I don't know how long it took, but the street finally became a little cleaner. However, before he could relax his mind, he heard someone suddenly shouting in front of him, "Hua la la la," from How many people from Chang'an poured out from all directions, blocking a street corner in front of them.

"It's a duel!"

It is human nature to watch the excitement, and it is no exception everywhere. These people in Chang'an City also have this nature.

The scholar could vaguely see through the dark crowd that two men with swords at their waists were staring at each other hatefully. A piece of their right sleeves had been cut off by the swords, and they were thrown on the ground between them.

The world became quiet, and all the people watching the excitement shut their mouths tightly. The fairness of the duel was deeply rooted in the blood of every Tang Dynasty person. Even if they were watching the excitement, there were rules to abide by.

The rule of dueling in the Tang Dynasty is that cutting one's sleeve represents a challenge. If the opponent accepts, one must also cut off a piece of one's own sleeve. This kind of duel is called a live game, as long as the winner can be determined. There is also a kind of duel to the death called a deadlock, which needs to be confirmed by the government. The challenger in a deadlock must cut his left palm with a knife, and if his opponent accepts, he must do the same.

Of course, you don’t have to accept the opponent’s challenge, but sometimes people, especially men, would rather die than become a coward, be looked down upon by others, and keep their heads down all their lives, so few people refuse the challenge. What's more, the reason for this kind of duel is mostly for things like women, love, dignity, etc. These things are the most likely to make men become impulsive and reckless.

Duels happen several times every day in Chang'an City. It is nothing new. It happens often even in the scholar's hometown. The scholar did not come to watch the fun. He did not come to the capital Chang'an to watch the fun. And he didn't have much money left, and he still needed to find a place to stay. After all, it was already night, and if he couldn't find a cheap place to live, he would live on the streets.

The scholar searched several inns in a row before he found the one he could afford. It was dilapidated, with only the old innkeeper and no waiters. The inn was dilapidated and in disrepair. It looked like an ancient building that had been built for a hundred years. If placed in a certain world, it should be listed as a historical monument.

Scholars are not picky either. He used the little money he had left to rent the cheapest room. The way he searched for it made the poor old shopkeeper roll his eyes. He had never seen such a poor scholar with a natural attitude. It's not that good, just disgusting.

The scholar didn't take it seriously either. People are poor and have short ambitions. This reincarnation of him was born in a farm family. He grew up in poverty. If he hadn't been born smart and won the respect of an old gentleman, he wouldn't have been able to study. Later, something happened to his family, and his parents They all died, leaving only one person living alone. He was able to come to Chang'an City, but he sold the last few acres of land at home and finally collected the travel expenses. Naturally, he had to be frugal and behave a bit stingy.

The scholar rested in the shabby room for a night, adjusted his condition, and started busy running around the next day.

The Tang Empire was the center of the entire world, and Chang'an City was a place revered and worshiped by all nations. However, there was a place in Chang'an City that was the center of the Tang Dynasty. This place was not a palace, but an academy. The academy is deeply respected and worshiped by all people, and even has a vague influence that exceeds that of the royal family.

According to common sense, the powerful Tang Dynasty is already the most powerful country in the world. The status of the royal family should be extremely stable, and the authority of the emperor should be supreme. However, for some reason, the Tang Empire, or the royal family, actually allowed a place like the academy to exist.

As the saying goes, there is only one sky above a person's head, and there should be only one sun in the sky. But how can an empire have two voices?

After today's experience, the scholar deeply realized the lofty status of the academy in the Tang Empire, and also realized the respect and even awe of the academy for the imperial court. Just a simple academy admission examination qualification certificate actually needs to be stamped and confirmed by three of the six departments, and only officials above the rank of doctor are qualified to perform this work.

After stamping the last seal at the Ministry of Rites, the sun was beginning to set in the sky. Fortunately, the bureaucracy of the Tang Empire was not too bureaucratic and worked very efficiently. The Yamen responsible for issuing academy admission examination qualification certificates was not far from the Ministry of Rites, and it was The door was still open at this time, and around the door were three or two young people who had just received their vouchers, talking in low voices.

"It's not a problem to live in an inn all the time. I can't get close to my classmates."

"It would be good to move to the academy in advance. Maybe we can get to know some senior brothers and sisters."

"Living in the academy is not cheap. It is more expensive than the best Yuelai Inn in Chang'an City. It was better than the time of Emperor Taizu. At that time, the academy provided free food and accommodation."

"Instead of saving these little money, I think it's good to go to the academy a day in advance. I'll be more familiar with the environment and have a higher chance of passing the entrance exam. I heard that the academy has more than seventy candidates this time. The competition is Very big!"

The scholar was about to walk inside when he suddenly stopped, looked at the young scholar, bowed his hands, and asked.

"Brother, what you just meant is that the academy does not include room and board now?"

The three of them looked at the scholar like an idiot, probably trying to say that if you don't even know this, why are you going to take the academy exam?

The scholar was questioned to his face as an idiot, so naturally he couldn't accept it. His face was extremely ugly, and he turned around and entered the door. When he came out again, the young scholars at the gate had long disappeared, but the scholar's face was still very ugly, not because others despised him, but because the academy did not include room and board, which required a large amount of expenditure.

The scholar has just asked clearly. If he is admitted to the academy, he will need thirty taels of silver every month just for room and board. What kind of books will he study?

The scholar can be said to be very poor now. He can't get a single tael of silver from his whole body. Even if he sells him thirty taels of silver, he can't get so much money, let alone thirty taels of silver every month. , where can he get it!

"It seems that the previous plan has been changed. I don't know if my face is worth thirty taels of silver per month?!"

There was a bit of embarrassment on the scholar's face. He looked at the sunset and sighed with great emotion.

"Living in Chang'an is not easy!"

No matter which world or era, a penny can stump a hero. Heroes like Qin Qiong have to sell their BMWs to survive the difficulties. Most of the sorrows in this world are caused by money, and the remaining small amount of sorrows can also be Use money to resolve it, this is the truth in the world.

The scholar seemed to have made up his mind and no longer worried about money. His steps became light again and he walked towards the shabby inn.

After a speechless night, the scholar slept very well and was full of energy. The spacious Zhuque Street seemed a bit gloomy, with light rain floating in the sky. The wet bluestone slabs revealed the breath of the years, witnessing the changes in Chang'an City, with an unusual The thickness.

The scholar is holding a paper umbrella in his hand. On the paper umbrella is painted Aoxue Hanmei, which is bright red and extremely vivid and expressive. This was painted by the scholar himself. He is holding the paper umbrella and carrying his own baggage. He has already left the room. Well, if this trip doesn't go well, there is no need for him to live in Chang'an City.

With the belief that failure will lead to success, the scholar walked out of the south gate of Chang'an City in a hurry, followed the spacious official road towards the high Yunzhong Mountain in the south. He seemed to have completely forgotten his sorrow, and even had I am in a good mood to appreciate the surrounding scenery, with light steps and a calm mind.

The spring rain is still pouring down, but the high mountain that rises abruptly from the Hewei plain is not affected at all, because the mountain peak is clear and bright before, and the mountain peak is above the rain clouds, and the rising sun projects The brilliance is reflected by the cliffs, spreading out patches of light to the world, making people feel very warm.

The scholar stood in the drizzle, looking at the mountain peaks in front of him under the rising sun. His mood was extremely calm. He looked at the academy located not far away, and he was a little lost in thought. He didn't know what he was thinking.

South of Chang'an, under the mountains, is the academy.

It is the academy that has gone through thousands of years of ups and downs and still has no name. It is older than the Tang Empire and has trained countless sages and famous officials for the Tang Dynasty and the world. It is not mysterious but almost divine.

The nameless mountains rise abruptly from the plains and rivers, rising straight into the sky. The academy is nameless, appearing silently in the world of mortals and standing erect for eternity.

The scholar walked in the rain holding an umbrella, and when he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he seemed to feel a strong aura oppressing him. This aura originated from the reverence and yearning in the hearts of countless people in the Tang Dynasty.

Under the clear light of the morning sun, at the foot of the mountain is a huge gentle slope composed of green meadows and hills, undulating like solid waves, the green grass is picturesque, and dozens of intricate lanes loom between the paintings. There are several flowering trees planted at a distance, and there are groups of flowering trees in the center of the meadow. The white and pink flowers are the color of apricot blossoms or peach blossoms. They are irregularly but beautifully painted on the hillside. It is extremely beautiful.

The scholar looked deeply at this paradise on earth, looking at the black and white academy buildings that were not tall but stretched for an unknown number of rooms on the grassy slope, he couldn't help but feel a little lost. After a long silence, he sighed and said helplessly.

"I don't know if I can enter the academy and get free food and accommodation without my face?!"

The scholar stepped into the academy and stepped onto the meadow, only to find that those pink and tender flower trees were not of the same kind. The most blooming ones now were apricot blossoms, but the most numerous ones were peach blossoms. Those light peach trees were hiding Behind Xinghua, the shy Huaguduo secretly looked at the uninvited guest, as if curious about the purpose of his visit.

The main building of the academy is hidden in the light mist of flowers and trees. However, because the building itself is extremely tall and the two sloping corridors are like the wings of a phoenix, it does not feel like a small home. Instead, it has an inexplicable clear and refreshing feeling. The taste seems extremely atmospheric.

The scholar's focus at this time is not on the appearance of the academy. If his trip goes well, he will have time to measure the vastness of the academy with his feet and the beauty of the academy with his eyes. What he is more concerned about now is where he should go. Find the person you want to meet.

"Hey, I didn't expect that I, Zhao Wuhao, would one day give up for five buckets of rice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely powerful mental force spread across the void, sweeping across the entire academy, alarming the experts in the academy.

At some point, another scholar appeared in front of Zhao Wuhao.

The scholar who suddenly appeared had straight eyebrows and a simple and friendly expression. He was wearing an old cotton robe that was too thick in the spring and a pair of broken straw sandals. Both the old cotton robe and the broken straw sandals were covered with dust, as if I don't know how many years it has been since I washed it, but for some reason this person looks extremely clean.

From body to mind, people feel extremely clean, pure heart and pure body. The scholar is holding a book in his right hand and a wooden ladle tied to his waist.

Zhao Wuhao's eyes looked back and forth between the book and the wooden spoon, and finally fell on the scholar's face. The expression on his face was extremely calm, showing a calmness and calmness that was not suitable for his age, like the vast ocean, which made people look at it. I don't know how deep he is.

Although this scholar is covered in dust, he gives people the feeling of being as clean as a child. No matter who sees him, they will subconsciously want to trust him, as if everything he says and does should be believed.

Zhao Wuhao looked at the scholar in front of him, a glimmer of understanding flashed in his clear and bright eyes, and he had a guess about the identity of this scholar. This scholar should be the master's eldest disciple, the eldest gentleman of the academy, Li Manman, a cultivator. As a supreme existence that has surpassed the five realms, he is ranked among the top ten among the masters in the world. Although his name is Slowly, his talent is extremely high. No matter what he learns, he is very fast. No distance. He is also proficient in various skills. When he first met with the lecturer, he broke the opponent's silence.

The best thing about Li Manman is that he has a gentle temperament and is humble. He respects his opponents, teachers and masters very much, and he takes great care of his junior brothers and sisters. He is an out-and-out gentle gentleman with his own responsibility and persistence.

Li Manchuan also looked at Zhao Wuhao, who was wearing a scholar's shirt. His clothes were white and had a few patches. He was very poor, but he felt an aura of dignity and grace from the poor scholar in front of him. He seemed to be the most noble person in the world, calm and composed, with no trace of embarrassment or inferiority on his face because of his ragged clothes.

Li slowly moved his eyes and placed them on the paper umbrella in Zhao Wuhao's hand. On the umbrella was painted a pair of proud snow-red plum blossoms, blooming to their heart's content, charming and proud, agile and elegant, with inherent character, the red plum seemed like He blended in with the scholar in front of him, making people feel the supreme pride in him, and couldn't help but admire him secretly.

"I wonder who painted the red plum on your umbrella. It has a strong character and is proud of the snow and frost. It is a masterpiece and amazing!"

Li Manchuan's reaction was somewhat beyond Zhao Wuhao's expectations. The other party did not ask about his identity and origin, but focused all his attention on the paper umbrella. This was not the reaction a normal person should have. It seemed He is a painting nerd with an extraordinary obsession with calligraphy and painting.

Zhao Wuhao looked at Li Manmanchu, who suddenly appeared in front of him, tasting the Aoxue Red Plum. A trace of surprise flashed across his face, and then he calmed down the emotion, regained his calm state of mind, and spoke calmly.

"My clumsy writing has made Mr. Da ridiculously praise me!"

Li slowly moved his eyes away from the paper umbrella and stopped at Zhao Wuhao's handsome and immature face. There was a trace of surprise, as if he did not expect that the boy in front of him, who was no more than 17 or 18 years old, actually had Such attainments in calligraphy and painting are definitely among the great masters of his generation, and he feels ashamed to be inferior to them.

"The red plum blossoms are proud of the snow, and the proud temperament is frosty. Sir, you are too humble!"

Zhao Wuhao's expression moved slightly. Li Manman was really humble. He was a world-famous college student. Faced with an unknown person, Zhao Wuhao, who was a proud man with a few strokes, was called "Mr." Broad mind and tolerance.

"You can't be called sir! I'm just a poor young scholar!"

"There is no precedence in learning. Those who have mastered it come first. My painting skills have reached an advanced level. How can I not be called a sir?!"

Li Manman's behavior at this time was very consistent with his name. He blinked slowly, tilted his head slowly, and looked at Zhao Wuhao with some confusion, as if wondering why he said this.

Li Manman's thinking was different from that of ordinary people. He had no so-called worldly ideas. He felt in his heart that Zhao Wuhao's painting skills were the best of his generation, so he called him sir without any pretense at all. He was sincere.