Today, before the golden pheasants raised in his backyard were noisy, Shen Jie had already washed and dressed neatly. He walked out of the mansion from the backyard gate and headed straight towards the city lord's mansion, feeling light-hearted.
For the past few days, Shen Jie has been studying like crazy. He would often read books before dawn, without caring about sleeping or eating, until he saw that everything in the city was silent and all the lights were extinguished. When he was very hungry, he randomly stuffed two snacks into his mouth. When he was very sleepy, he fell asleep with a pillow on his pillow. He couldn't care about other matters at all and just read the books at home. He has not gone out for several days in a row, and even the neighbors are a little suspicious. Shen Jie is usually very willing to go out and wander around to relieve the fatigue from reading for too long, and rarely does not show up in the middle of the day.
Shen Jie is quite casual and does not adhere to ancient etiquette like other scholars. Especially when he goes out for a walk, he always pays attention to doing as he pleases, otherwise he will not see Yun Zhong getting close to him when he is practicing his sword. People in the city can often see this nearly 30-year-old scholar wearing a neat green robe, wandering around the streets and alleys, either staring at a big red fish under the Jade Belt Bridge, or chatting with the children in the city. Playing Cuju and throwing pots together, although most of his actions are confusing to others, Shen Jie himself enjoys it.
This sudden change of gender really surprised many of the old neighbors around him.
All these things are just because of the young man's happy words.
Even those who read the books carefully in the past would inevitably leave many confusing and difficult points. However, Jing Yunzhong accidentally mentioned a point, and after reading it again, I could unknowingly solve it.
Swordsmiths often have trouble sleeping because they can knock out a fine green blade that can cut the hair instantly, wishing they could carve out all the lines on the sword body. Readers who like to read can understand what is said in the book, and there will be no doubts or deviations. , just like a swordsmith casting a good sword, the feeling of ecstasy is no less than the former.
Every time he opened a volume, there was a sudden enlightenment, so Shen Jie kept opening the volume. Even when several friends came to visit him and wanted to invite him to the Ruan family library, they did not hear any knocks on the door.
It wasn't until the old city lord came to the door personally on the eve of the caravan's departure and used some means to shake the door latch open that Shen Jie was able to escape from this situation that could be called madness.
The moonlight in the long street is already very faint, and the late moon is like a hook. The bluestone slabs in the street are swayed by the pale moonlight, and it really feels like stepping on water patterns. Shen Jie breathed out the turbid air that had accumulated in the prison cell for several days, and immediately felt that his head was much lighter, and his shuffling steps became brisk, and he walked straight towards the city lord's palace in a leisurely manner.
The late moon had not yet faded and the sun was not visible. Most people in the city did not need to worry about their livelihood, so they were unwilling to get up when the sky was still dark. Naturally, there was no pedestrian on the street and it was very empty.
The next moment, Shen Jie's eyes suddenly shrank, and before he could scream, someone grabbed his arm. In an instant, his eyes blurred, and he was already in the city lord's mansion.
"Fortunately, I personally told you not to show off when you come, and you must come from an alley. It would be better for you to walk out onto the street in a strutting manner, for fear that people in the library won't be able to see you."
Shen Jie blinked and saw clearly that the person next to him was none other than Old City Master Nie, who was dressed in black robes. Then he said in surprise, "May I ask the City Master who he was just now?"
"It's a small trick, not a great one." The old man didn't explain too much, but was busy placing several futons in the house one by one, forming a medium-sized circle, and then greeted the confused person. Shen Jie sat down and spoke slowly.
"Ke Shu, in the past few days, have you ever felt that when you were reading, the light in your mind was endless, and all the difficulties were overcome?" Seeing Shen Jie still standing there stunned, the old man patted the futon beside him and motioned for the former to sit down quickly.
Shen Jie had no choice but to put off his shoes, sit cross-legged next to the old man, and nodded in agreement.
"In this case, I will have to give you a good test and see what knowledge I have gained from reading books in the past few days." The old man smiled slightly, gently twisted his snow beard and asked: "Do you know the surname of the first lord of Mocheng? Why?"
Shen Jie blurted out without hesitation, "The first generation city lord and you share the same surname of Nie, and his name is Changfeng. The surname is very rare, it is just a single character."
The first generation of city lords had great merits and virtues in Mocheng. They built the city for several years and brought water from big springs and lakes into the city, which were all miraculous achievements. Moreover, when Mocheng was first built, it was at a time when the prince of the ancient country was dissolute and tyrannical. Without the courageous city lord with a brilliant and far-sighted vision, the people would have been displaced and fled to other places.
The roots of the ancient country really don’t exist in the world anymore.
Therefore, although there were no historians in Mocheng, the people still spontaneously opened a biography of Nie Pan, which has been passed down to this day. Everyone in the city knows the name of the city lord. Every New Year, burning incense and offering sacrifices can be regarded as one of the few grand festivals in Mocheng.
After answering, Shen Jie was even more confused.
"Yes, it has been thousands of years since we came here." The old man sighed, seeming to be very emotional.
But the words that followed caused Shen Jie's three souls to almost lose two.
"I was originally a person who has not died, but I didn't expect to have to be worshiped every year. This is such a big deal." The old man said helplessly, "Ke Shu might as well think about my cousin, and then break down Nie Changfeng's cousin. Open it, then you will be enlightened."
The old man's surname was Nie. No one knew his given name, let alone mentioned it personally. He only knew the nickname Caiying. According to ancient books, the colorful bird is a colorful bird carved on the bow of a boat, which can ensure the boat travels without worries and avoid floods.
Nie Changfeng's expression is "plate". If the two characters are separated, it means "boat in the dish".
Shen Jie's figure shook.
Throughout the desert city, there are many people who read a lot, but no one has ever thought of such absurd things.
"But the appearance of the city lord is not similar to that of the first generation city lord in the album, so don't take advantage of the younger generation for fun." Shen Jie finally remembered this and quickly bowed to the city lord, as if he had lost his footing on a cliff and finally caught it. A tough vine.
How dare he believe such a thing after living for more than a thousand years.
Seeing his appearance, the old man couldn't help but shook his head, "That's why I advised your father not to let you immerse yourself in books. It is true that opening a book is beneficial, but if you only know how to learn theories from books and don't know how to adapt, sooner or later you will suffer. Turn into a mediocre person." The old man pointed to his face, "Since I said that shrinking into an inch just now was a small trick, then changing the appearance, is it possible that it is a great supernatural power?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Jie saw the old man's face suddenly change.
The old man who used to walk the streets and even tell stories in tea stalls in the city has transformed into the first generation city lord in the year of destiny in the picture scroll.
It's like rejuvenating one's youth in a painting.
"When the colorful bird enters the vessel, it is naturally nameless, but now this vessel is just like my rotten old bones."
Nie Changfeng stretched his body and yawned.
There were a few old and cracked futons on the ground, and he also yawned.
Yun Zhong, who was still sleeping soundly at that time, also moved his dantian Qiuhu spirit.
The large flowers stacked above the desert city were like white clouds splashed with ink. They were dispersed in an instant, revealing a gap like a spring in the middle.
Just like the giant spirits in the sky who are full of sleep and bleary-eyed, looking at the human world.
