Jingzhou held the Yellow Stone Heavenly Book in his hands and sent it forward, "Haha, Nangong, I have finished reading the book. You see, Ao Qingsu kept his word. He said he would take a look, but he really only took two glances."
"It's just that there's nothing strange about this heavenly book. Did you get it wrong?"
Chu Nan Gong took the Yellow Stone Heavenly Book and put it into his arms with great speed, leaving only an afterimage. He laughed and scolded: "Fart, I am not old yet, so how could I take the wrong thing! This is the legendary holy object. If you can't see it, it only means that you are not the destined person."
Jing Zhou shook his head and said with a slight disappointment: "Oh, Nangong's words hurt people's hearts. Now that the destined person is here, I won't disturb Nangong and teach that destined person."
Jingzhou said goodbye and entered the Zilan Pavilion. At the west end of the street, Han Xin walked over carrying a shoe.
"This kid~" Chu Nanggong shook his head, sat on the ground, and murmured: "He only glanced at it twice. Even if he has the ability of photographic memory, he is determined to not finish reading this book. Could it be that the change in the heaven's secret is not due to Him? Strange thing! I don’t know what will happen to this world in the end.”
Chu Nanggong thought for a while, and Han Xin had already arrived in front of him.
"Uncle, your shoes."
"Thank you, young man, there are always good people in this world~"
After saying that, Chu Nan Gong took out another ancient book from under his loose robe.
A private room on the top floor of Zilanxuan
Jingzhou took out the remains of the jade from his chest and looked at it carefully several times. The jade had not changed at all, which made him feel like he was dazzled.
"It stands to reason that this jade pendant should change after absorbing that clear light."
Jing Zhou thought about it and couldn't figure it out. In the past, this residual jade was just like the old man, no matter whether it was flooded or burned, even if it was exposed to the sun and moonlight, it never changed at all.
"What is that clear light in the Huangshi Book of Heaven?"
"Could it be that the Yellow Stone Heavenly Book is a thing from the immortal world, so that's why the residual jade reacted?"
"That wisp of fresh air, could it be immortal energy?"
Jingzhou muttered a few words to himself, then lifted up the jade fragment and looked at it carefully against the candlelight.
In this world, there is only one yellow stone heavenly book passed down from the immortal world, and there are no other immortal objects. He was asked to test it.
"meaning~"
"It turned out to be like this!"
Jingzhou focused his mind on the broken jade, and saw that there was an extra space of one or three feet square in the jade.
This change was unexpected by Jingzhou.
"Hahaha"
"What a chance, what a baby."
Jing Zhou laughed a few words, stretched out his hand and took out a teacup from the side. Moved by his thoughts, the teacup disappeared and fell into the space of Can Yu. With another thought, the tea cup fell back into Jing Zhou's hands.
"This is a divine thing~"
Jingzhou tried it several times and was very satisfied.
After discovering the wonderful use of this space, Jing Zhou had a lot of fun. Unknowingly, the sun had set in the west, and the Wushuang ghost guarding the door of Zilanxuan disappeared at this time, and he did not know where he went.
As the lanterns light up, the whole street is dyed red. If someone is careful to count, there are no less than a hundred red lanterns on one street.
Even the river beside the street was glowing red at this time.
The originally empty streets gradually became noisy, and there were shouts and shouts. In front of the door of Zilanxuan, there were two girls with slim figures in light gauze.
"What music did you come to listen to today, Mr. Wang?"
"It turns out to be Mr. Zhang. He hasn't been here for a long time~~~"
“Sir, please come inside~~”
The red-pink and vermillion-colored building, in the waning spring mood, is like a wedding night with flowers and candles, making people forget to leave.
"Zimu, if we sneak out of Little Sage's Manor and are discovered by Master, we will be severely punished."
"What are you afraid of? Look at your courage. Who said you wanted to come down and take a look at Zilanxuan?"
"I...I'm just talking. How could I have imagined that you would actually come down?"
"Huh, if you're afraid, just go back alone, don't hinder our fun!"
"That's right, if you're scared, just go back by yourself, don't ruin everyone's enjoyment!"
In the crowd, I saw only a few young men looking here and there. Except for one of them who was a little restrained, the others all looked happy.
The leader was a little fat man, wearing a green shirt and looking haughty.
These people are the Confucian disciples of Xiaoshengxian Village outside Songhai City. A few days ago, they heard from their older senior brother about the indescribable beauty of Zilanxuan, so they thought of coming here to have a look.
Zimu shook his chubby head and was about to say a few words when he suddenly felt someone push him from behind. He tilted his right foot and rolled forward.
"Ouch"
"Ouch, who is this blind person who bumped into me? Oops, don't... don't step on my hand, my waist..."
"Zimu, are you okay?"
Several Confucian disciples behind heard Zimu's screams and hurriedly ran forward and helped him up from the ground.
Zimu pushed away the Confucian disciples on the left and right, and twisted his neck, "What can happen to me? Humph, these ignorant people, what if I find out who hit me?"
Just listening to "Kacha Kacha", Zimu's fists clenched loudly.
Zimu turned his head and saw several people staring at him, wondering: "Hey! What are you looking at?"
"Puch"
One of them laughed, and then said hurriedly: "Zimu, what you just said was so powerful, just like Master."
Several other people nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, what Ziyou is saying is, Zimu, you really looked like a man just now!"
"Third Master also said in class that when you call me a gentleman, what does it mean to be a gentleman? Anyway, I admire your talents, just like what Third Master calls a gentleman."
Zimu straightened his huge body and snorted coldly: "Don't I usually act like a man? I don't act like a gentleman?"
Several other Confucian disciples hurriedly echoed: "Like, like, like!"
"Humph", Zimu flicked his sleeves and walked forward again.
He Zimu had been to Songhai City several times before, but in the past six months, there was an additional third master in the Little Saint Xian Village, and the lessons of the Confucian disciples were a bit heavier, so he had no chance to sneak down the mountain.
I suddenly heard from several senior brothers that there was an extra Zilanxuan here. How could I not be upset?
"It's just that there are a lot more people in Songhai City than before."
While they were talking, they had already arrived at the door of Zilanxuan. Zimu took the lead and walked inside.
Suddenly, the two girls in front of the door giggled, leaving Zimu confused. He looked at the two of them doubtfully, and only heard the girl in green on the left laugh and say: "Giggle, the young hero is outstanding, so heroic, completely different from ordinary people~"
Another girl followed behind and said with a smile: "Young hero is a disciple of Confucianism, he has a gentlemanly air, which makes people excited."
Zimu laughed a few times and secretly thought that these two people had good eyesight and could see the extraordinary qualities of Zimu at a glance.
Zimu glanced at the two girls in front of the door, shook his head and walked in, saying, "Women in this world will inevitably feel distraught when they see a heroic person."
The two girls looked at each other and smiled so hard that they couldn't even close their mouths. It turned out that Zimu had a shoehorn mark from his forehead to the left side of his face, which did not make him stand out.
The few Confucian disciples were not as free and easy as Zimu. After receiving a few compliments from the two girls in front of the door, they became coy and shy, just like the little brides on their wedding night, with their faces flushed to the base of their ears. Finally, Still, the people at the back couldn't stand it anymore, so they kicked forward, and then a few Confucian disciples entered the gate of Zilanxuan.
As soon as we entered the building, it was completely different from the outside. But it was different from what a few Confucian disciples thought. Not only was there no half-dressed and wonderful man in sight, but there were also two horizontal couplets hanging on it. Coincidentally, half of the text in this letter comes from the founder of Confucianism, and several people recited it frequently in the past. It is exactly the same: A gentleman has food and sex, and a lady is graceful and good at hunting.
From the second floor, a sound of silk and bamboo came, and accompanied by this wonderful sound, there was also a piece of music with a different style.
This piece of music is extremely novel, and it falls on the second of several people. It has a strange feeling, but also has an indescribable pleasantness.
Wei Zimu never liked these things, and his eyes wandered around when he heard the dizzy stuff. Suddenly, his body trembled, just like the long nights in the past when he couldn't fall asleep, and his hands moved hurriedly, just for that moment of soreness.
But on the third floor, Zimu saw a familiar figure.
"Third...Third Master, he, why is he here?"
"This, this... he, Third Master, is actually such a person!"
Zimu pointed with his right hand at the house that Zhang Liang entered, his mouth wide open, as if he had discovered a shocking secret.
But he saw that there was a purple-haired girl who went in with the third master. The girl was dressed in an indescribable way, and she was definitely not a girl from a good family.
Private room on the third floor of Zilanxuan
Zhang Liang stared at the pot of vanilla by the window. His whole body was like a statue, but he exuded a deep sense of vicissitudes and sadness.
The plants, trees, tables and chairs in this elegant room are all the same as they were in Korea in the past, without any change. Things have changed and people have changed. Although the scenery has not changed, there are fewer people.
After a long time, Zhang Liang sighed and said, "Made Zi Nu laugh."
The purple girl shook her head.
A faint smile passed over Zhang Liang's colorless lips, "Who would have thought that as soon as Brother Han went to Qin, it would be forever. If Brother Han had stayed in Xinzheng, he would probably be in Zilanxuan at this time. China. South Korea will not perish just like this."
Having said this, Zhang Liang closed his eyes, as if to forget this sad thing, but the corners of his eyes were already slightly red.
With Ni Lin nearby and Ying Zheng admiring Han Fei extremely, although Zhang Liang guessed that Han Fei's mission to the Qin State would be troubled, he never thought that Han Fei would die in prison.
Zi Nu sighed faintly: "It's not like you don't know his temper. Who can stop him from what he decides? There must be a reason for him to go to Qin. Korea is already in turmoil, and it cannot be established without breaking. He has something, It’s also a last resort. I know I can’t do it, but I still have to take a gamble.”
Zhang Liang was silent for a while, then he opened his eyes and said apologetically: "It's Liang's fault. He brought up these sad past events and disturbed the mood of Zi Nu. When friends meet, they should say happy things."
