"Prince Ming has something on his mind."
Jingzhou smiled mysteriously at Jiumozhi.
This smile actually made Jiumozhi feel as if his intentions had been guessed, which made him feel uncomfortable.
However, he had experienced many storms and waves, so he was not embarrassed at all. He still looked regretful as before.
"This room is full of books. Prince Ming, please read slowly."
Jing Zhou turned around and left Huan Shi Shui Pavilion, tiptoeing, and ran towards several exquisitely decorated houses.
He was not walking in a hurry, but he was like floating in the wind, without moving, and he disappeared from Jiumozhi's sight in an instant.
Jiumozhi had seen Jingzhou's Qinggong in Tianlong Temple before, but at that time he just jumped down from the building, and the distance was only a few dozen feet, which was not enough to fully demonstrate the skill.
At this time, Jiumozhi saw all the fluttering figures in his eyes, and couldn't help but admire him, thinking: "If it comes to body skills, I am no match for that kid. However, my Nyingma sect does not have such superb body skills. !”
Then he sighed: "Although the flame sword is powerful, it is not as good as the Six Meridians Divine Sword and Tianshan Six Sun Palm. What should I do if I meet this kid again next time? Even if it is Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, it will This kid will be useless in front of him, unless he is "
At this time, although Jiumozhi was looking at the book in his hand, his mind had already drifted to the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing.
After seeing several extremely powerful kung fu, his vision became even higher. After all, Jiumozhi came to the Central Plains just to make a show of himself, to shock the Central Plains, so that people in the world would know his reputation.
If he doesn't become famous, how can he live up to his title of "Snow Mountain Great Wheel Ming King"?
Jingzhou passed through the Moon Cave Gate made of bamboo fences and flower barriers, and saw that it was surrounded by pink walls and was red, green and thin.
Both sides are connected by verandas, and the courtyard is dotted with several rocks, which is very exquisite.
I don't know if this courtyard is Murong Fu's residence. Although it is extraordinary, there are not even a single person patrolling the courtyard nearby.
He pushed open the window from behind and entered the house in a flash.
What comes into view is a large huanghuali table with the Four Treasures of the Study on it.
"It makes no sense, it's just pretentious..."
Seeing that the pens and inkstones on the table were new, Jingzhou shook his head and thought, "Do you want to use the pens and ink and save something?"
After a while, he put this idea behind him. After all, he came here to "fight the autumn wind".
Next to it is a large hollow shelf with feathers and flowers carved on it, and antique artifacts such as vase flowers, a small tripod, and a jade bowl are placed on it.
Jing Zhou casually picked up a jade turtle, played with it, and then put it back to its original place.
The items on this shelf, Jing Zhou estimated, just taking out one item to exchange for money would be enough for an ordinary person to use for several years.
It's just that although these things are good, they don't appeal to him.
"Hey, this is..."
A word came out from the corner, and the paper was slightly yellowed, obviously it had been some time.
"The sun and moon are full, and the stars and constellations are arranged. Cold comes and summer comes, autumn harvests and winter hides."
"This...this is Huai Su's Thousand-Character Essay on Xiaocao!"
Jingzhou looked at it carefully and saw that the writing style of the characters was thin and strong, flying naturally, like a sudden rain and whirlwind, changing at will.
Judging from his eyesight, this is naturally authentic.
Huaisu's cursive calligraphy is said to be unique in the world and unmatched by anyone. Even Li Taibai praised it highly in "Songs of Cursive Script" and called it the best in the world.
Unexpectedly, I can still see this authentic painting here.
Presumably, Murong didn't pay much attention to Han culture. Such precious calligraphy was just randomly placed in the corner of the outside. It was really a treasure gathering dust.
But thanks to this, Jing Zhou was given an advantage.
The furniture and antiques in the room were not as precious as this copybook in Jingzhou's eyes.
After carefully putting away the thousand-character essay on grass, Jingzhou picked out a few more trinkets, then nodded with satisfaction and left quietly.
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But Duan Yu was so hungry that he couldn't bear it. After walking around the city for a while, he heard the aroma of wine and meat coming to his nostrils. He raised his head and took a closer look. He saw a restaurant standing on the street in front of him. He immediately went upstairs and ordered some food and drinks. , leaning against the railing on the edge of the building, pouring and drinking.
"First Evolution"
In the past, he had drunk wine several times in Dali, but he only tasted it briefly and took a few sips.
Before, whether he was listening to the perfume pavilion or on the boat, he saw Jingzhou drinking by himself, very free and easy. Now, he also asked for a pot of wine, imitating Jingzhou, and didn't use a cup, just drink it directly He picked up the pot and drank sip after sip.
Thinking that he would not be able to talk to Mr. Jing anymore, he couldn't help but sigh.
Although I choked on the wine in the first two sips, after a few sips, I felt better and the depression in my heart went away a lot.
"Good wine, good wine. It's true that drinking wine like this makes you feel good."
"If Mr. Jing were here at this time, wouldn't it be comfortable for the two of us to talk about poetry, fight over wine and sing songs? Just like what Mr. Jing said, we would lie idle in a tall building in Chang'an and invite Li Bai to a wine fight while drunk!"
Duan Yu took another sip of wine, and suddenly a feeling of desolation and loneliness came over his heart. He didn't know whether his decision to stay was right or wrong.
If I had agreed to Mr. Jing's request and returned to Dali, I would have seen a different scene, at least not as lonely as this.
"Ahem"
Duan Yu suddenly drank a few big gulps of wine, choking to death. At this time, he was already quite drunk, and he immediately recited the crooked poem written by Jing Zhou:
The long sword in the jade robe is so elegant, why not rest while drunk with hundreds of them. Thousands of things are hidden in poems, and thousands of years are stored in wine bottles.
"What a poem, brother!"
At this time, a big man came up from the west. Duan Yu turned around and saw that this man was very tall and tall. He was about thirty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He had a square face with a square face. He walked like a dragon or a tiger, and he was very powerful.
Duan Yu couldn't help but shout in his heart: "What a big man!"
He compared this man with Jingzhou, and realized that one of them was a tragic and generous man from the northern country of Yan, and the other was like a jade young man from the misty and rainy Jiangnan.
Although they have different images and different temperaments, they all make him feel good. He couldn't help but think: "They all talk about Beiqiao Fengnan Murong, but I don't know what these two people are like."
"Although Mr. Murong is as precious as a phoenix egg, he can't compare to Mr. Jing. I just don't know if Bei Qiao Feng is as heroic as the big man in front of me."
Duan Yu was determined to make acquaintance with the big man in front of him, and said to the waiter: "This man's food and drinks are mine!"
The big man smiled and nodded to Duan Yu. After giving instructions to the two old men behind him, he invited Duan Yu over and said, "I just listened to Xiongtai singing, and it made me feel drunk. Although I am a rough man, , I can’t compose the poems in the young master’s mouth, but I have loved wine since I was a child.”
"I met my brother today. Everyone was informal and drank several large bowls. It was a matter of seconds."
"That's right, you and I can enjoy a few bowls together. It's wonderful!" The big man's words just suited Duan Yu's thoughts.
When the big man heard this, he laughed even louder and said, "However, drinking from a wine flask is not satisfying, and it is very inconsistent with the heroic sentiments in the poem."
The big man immediately shouted: "Bartender, bring two big bowls and beat ten kilograms of sorghum!"
"Ten kilograms of sorghum" shocked Duan Yu and he couldn't help thinking: "How can we finish drinking so much wine? It's a pity that Mr. Jing is not there, otherwise, he and the big man in front of him will meet each other. Isn’t it good to be a talented person?”
However, Duan Yu happened to be in the mood before, and when he heard about drinking, he suddenly became proud and thought: "I want to learn from Mr. Jing today, why don't I stop drinking after drinking!"
