The scholars under the library never care about what happens in the city lord's palace. These people who regard learning and books as their destiny are probably capable of resisting a few sharp blades falling from the sky and then running away. They are so crazy. deep.
No one knew that there was a sword mark missing on the wall of the city lord's mansion, and no one cared that a young man was holding a long sword and walked straight back to the house in a daze.
Most of the people in the city have never seen a sword. Only the Ruan family and a few other noble surnames know what a weapon is. They also know that the world is fighting outside, several countries are fighting in a melee, and there are more than tens of millions of good people's heads cut off in the sword. However, such words have never been allowed to appear in this desert city, so after several generations, the outside world has been completely forgotten by everyone, and the few words left behind can only be vague.
Therefore, when the caravan entered the city a few days ago, the people were just curious about why this group of people were rushing with farm tools on their waists. They did not know how many times the cold sword in the scabbard had drank hot, bright red blood.
The inside and outside of the city are like two realms.
"This kid has nothing in his hands. Why is he in this posture? It's like he's holding his life in his hands. It's weird."
On the ninth floor of the library, Tang Bufeng was lying on the eaves, with the wind flowing down his cheeks. Although he did not feel suave and romantic, his charm was indescribable. The long wind blows on the sleeves, and the sleeves seem to be filled with the universe.
"Young Master Tang, what can't you see in that young man's hand?" Ruan Qiubai, who had finished looking at the scroll, walked forward and imitated Tang Bufeng's posture, lying on the high eaves of the library and looking downstairs.
Even so, the woman's movements were still very unfamiliar. After all, she had never done such a frightening move before, and her face could not help but turn slightly pale at this moment. The library is so high. It's only one floor high. It's almost the same as the second floor of the city's main palace. The nine-story building is like walking through the clouds and the moon. Looking down from the top of the library, I walk alone through the open space in front of the mansion. The boy was only as long as two index fingers. Thanks to Tang Bufeng's extraordinary eyesight, an ordinary person could probably only see his height clearly.
The sun is not very harsh today, but it seems to be covered with a layer of watery fresh air, which is very refreshing.
"How could you not see it? That young man was clearly holding a very beautiful sword in his hand, but it turned out to be nothing in your mouth." Ruan Qiubai just thought that Tang Bufeng was having fun with her, and she pursed her thin lips for a moment, Seemingly speechless.
"It's really empty."
This was no joke, a strange color flashed in Tang Bufeng's eyes.
When Ruan Qiubai heard this, he frowned and said, "Has Young Master Tang ever heard of cultivation?"
Tang Bufeng nodded. After walking around the world for a long time, he could always hear rumors. Although people cultivating the world are not everywhere, there are always traces appearing in the world. If someone sees them, they can always It was passed down by word of mouth, so it was nothing unusual.
Of course, those good stories about cutting mountains with a sword and blowing clouds with a sleeve are not necessarily true. Most of them are just fabrications and evolutions from people to people.
"It is said that you can see the heavenly objects only after you have embarked on the path of spiritual practice. If you have not set foot in spiritual practice, you can only touch them with your hands and cannot see them." Ruan Qiubai's tone was indifferent, as if he said casually, "The so-called heavenly objects are mostly the ancestors of great masters. They are different from spiritual treasures. The latter are mostly miraculous objects bred by heaven and earth. They can have infinite magical effects and be powerful for a while with just a little sacrifice. This is not the case with heavenly objects. Although most of them are said to be made by famous masters, But the power is slightly inferior to the spiritual treasure. Moreover, even ordinary people can see clearly that the spiritual treasure is nurtured in the world. However, the heavenly objects are obtained through the daily sacrifices of powerful cultivators, and ordinary people cannot find traces of them. "
Tang Bufeng closed his eyes, stretched his waist lazily and said, "So, you and that boy are both Taoists. In this way, it seems that I am a little out of place."
For some reason, when the head of the Ruan family heard this, he felt a little embarrassed for no reason, so he turned his face and looked at the sun full of water on the horizon.
Chenshi Library opened, and countless literati from the city filed in, not caring that the clothes and clothes among the crowd were crumpled, and even a lot of ink rubbed against their cheeks and sleeves, but they still didn't notice it.
Most of the books in the library are single copies, so they are rarely borrowed. Most of them come to copy books during the ten days when the library is open, so most of them carry the four treasures of the study, and some even carry all the dry food and water they need for ten days on their backs. Behind him, it looked particularly funny.
The first seven floors of the library are open to people in the city, but the top two floors are never open. Even the wooden stairs are chained tightly, and no one else is allowed to enter. But at this moment, on the top floor of the library, there were two people still on the eaves, listening to the wind and watching the sun, feeling very uncomfortable.
"Miss Ruan, the head of the family, is a very cool person. I heard that the library is only open once a year. As the head of the family, I think I should show my face." The sun was still a little hot, and the glistening layer that had been attached before was The glimmering water had long since disappeared, so the feeling of heat was gradually getting stronger. The two of them gradually felt the heat in their stomachs and backs, so they had to climb into the window lattice from the eaves to escape the scorching sun.
Ruan Qiubai wiped the sweat with his handkerchief, and said slightly angrily to Tang Bufeng, who was wiping the sweat with his sleeve: "Listening to what you mean, it seems that the head of the family should work hard all day long, without any gaps." Tang Bufeng didn't. No matter what tone of voice is good or bad, just ask, "Otherwise? But it takes so much energy to take care of this nine-story library every day, how can I still come and go as freely as you?"
Unexpectedly, when the woman heard this, she seemed to be really angry, and walked away without saying a word, leaving Tang Bufeng standing there alone, not knowing what he meant.
"Tang Shaoxia, you, you really don't understand women's thoughts." Not far away, Zhu Ling, who was wiping the bookshelf with a brocade pole, heard the noise and slowly walked up to Tang Bufeng, who was wondering.
"The head of my family should have shown up at the opening of the library today to explain the arrangement of books and the rules of copying in the library to those young men who have just entered Wenshan Academy this year. But now he is with you. Let's chat here." Zhu Ling put the brocade pole in the corner and put it securely, turned around and said, "Now that we have said that, I think the young hero will be able to figure out why the master of the family is so angry, right?"
Tang Bufeng blinked and suddenly realized.
"As expected, you are an old man. Nowadays, the ways in which these juniors fall in love are becoming more and more fancy. It is not as good as it is." In the city lord's mansion, the glow of a futon dimmed, and the old man on one side looked a little expressionless. Embarrassing.
After all, he, the lord of the city, was secretly spying on other people's love affairs, but he still felt a little embarrassed.
"I don't know how long my old bones can last." The old man shook his head.
But those young men of letters whose faces were stained with ink were indeed exceptionally handsome.
The more you hold on, the more handsome you will be.
Not bad.
