Passing through the Zhulou Building, the sun is like a bell, hanging in the distance, but it is at the same height as people. You can see it clearly without raising your eyes. In the past, the blazing sun burned people's eyes, but now it is not dazzling at all. , gentle, gentle, transparent and suitable.
The corridor is extremely long, surrounded by teahouses, restaurants, and even gambling houses and ready-made clothing shops. Although there are few hawkers along the street, it is still quite lively. The handsome and elegant young masters visit friends, walk hand in hand to the high buildings, play the piano and raise glasses. , had fun and sang songs, and the conversations were all in ancient Chinese. Although the words were difficult to understand, the rhythm was natural and it was easy to listen to.
"Where did the young man come from? He looks like he's not from here. Could it be that he got here by chance?" The young man who was walking slowly and confusedly on the street turned around, smiled reluctantly at the old man who spoke, and slightly cupped his hands. But he didn't answer and continued walking slowly.
The old man was also stunned. He didn't know why the young man didn't want to talk to him, but looking at the latter's gloomy look, he still added a kind word, "If you are new here, you still need to go to the highest point of the building. I have seen this before. The four city lords in the city will set up their houses here to live here. Although these city lords are quite kind-hearted, they must abide by the rules of the city."
The young man nodded, replied hoarsely with the word "Thank you", and continued to walk slowly to the highest point in the city.
The steps were slow, the eyes were empty, and the spiritual platform was in chaos.
On the high platform, drums, harps and shengs were played, and the sound of guqin and flutes echoed endlessly around the beams. However, there was no one holding the flute and playing the harp. There were only two or three maids walking through the corridor, leisurely and leisurely. The sky was high and cloudless, but there was mist on the left and right sides of the tower, making the surroundings look extremely misty.
"This kid probably went to the wrong place." At the highest point of the building, a middle-aged man looked down at Xiongcheng and frowned deeply when he saw the young man in the middle of the street. This man has a very strange appearance, with white hair, white eyebrows, and snow-white eyelashes, but he does not look old at all. His shoulders are extremely broad, he just stands with his hands down, and his cold and murderous aura is rising into the sky.
"Now this little friend is not that old friend. I think he has been outside for a long time, and the remaining soul of that kid has probably been scattered. Now that this young man has stepped into this place for no reason, he is probably seriously injured. We are waiting for him. Will these people help out of friendship, or will they ignore it and leave it all to fate?" A man came out from behind the white-haired man, wearing a bright yellow robe, with a solitary expression. He turned his head to look at the man, without saying a word, quietly. Waiting for reply.
"Brother Nanyang, don't try to provoke me with your words." The white-haired man managed a rare smile, but his eyes were always looking at the confused young man in the long street, and he slowly said, "Although that kid is pretty talented in swordsmanship, He passed the test, but judging from his muscles, bones and meridians, it seems to be a bit poor. Regardless of his state of mind, age, understanding of swordsmanship, he is far from qualified for entry. If the net is opened today and this precedent is set, it may not be a favor, but it will stifle his future achievements. Drink poison to quench your thirst."
The man in the bright yellow robe curled his lips and waved his hands. I don't know what kind of magic he used to transform a stone table. He sat down to drink tea and said slowly, "It's not to make him enter the Four Mysteries, but to ask Lord Xiling to send the young man out." No matter how long I linger here, I am afraid that my body will be destroyed and my soul will be left without an owner, which is not much different from my own death. Brother Xiling has a close relationship with that kid, so I guess it is better not to just stand by and watch."
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Xiling turned around and looked coldly at the man in bright yellow robe with a pair of yellow eyes. The latter was drinking tea by himself, ignoring the cold gaze and holding the cup. Instead, he looked a little sleepy.
The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time, and then Xiling snorted, "Brother Nanyang knows my intentions after all, but since he has seen what I want, why bother to tease me."
"Although this place is nice, after living here for a long time, there is always a lack of fun. If you can no longer entertain yourself, wouldn't it be miserable and aggrieved all day long? If you, the four dignified gentlemen, drive yourself crazy here, wouldn't it be nothing but a laughing stock. "The man in Minghuang robe continued to drink tea and glanced sideways at Xiling, "You and Bei Tu are the only two people here who are the most calm and calm in dealing with things. Dong Yan and I are used to making jokes, so we will be afraid for a while. You can’t change your nature, and what you said today was just for fun, so brother Xiling, don’t be too angry.”
Standing on the west ridge, looking up into the distance.
There are mountains outside the mountains, and there is a sky beyond the sky. It is clear that there are mountains in the distance, but for no reason, I feel that it is indeed tasteless. With a deep sigh, I also walked to the stone table and sat down, holding a cup of clear and slightly green tea soup, and lowered my head. He lowered his eyelids and said, "How could I not know that Mr. Nanyang has a temperament that always only cares about his words? Although his words may not be pleasant to the ear, his intentions are always good. Dating back to the early years, although we and I rarely met, we often met each other. Hearing that the weather in the south is good, the people are good, the land is good, and the water and soil are nurturing, it is enough to guess what your Nanyang Jun's temperament is."
"It takes a lot of effort to regulate the wind and rain, and moisten the soil and water. How can you have such ulterior motives when you are in a high position and can be so considerate of all living things in the world?"
Nanyang Jun was stunned, slowly put down the tea cup in his hand, and said with a wry smile, "I just teased Xiling Jun, but I didn't expect that he received praise for no reason. It's a pity that this compliment sounds a bit more bitter than this tea now. "
"Stay with it." Xiling closed his eyes slowly.
The young man was unconscious and his mind was in a mess. He clearly heard the old man's instructions just now, but his legs were not in use. He stumbled from the long street to an alley. He saw that the fog around him was a bit thicker, but he was completely unaware of it. Feeling a little bit weird, I stepped forward facing the light in front of me.
This is a teahouse, but it is empty. I don’t know if it is because it is still early in the morning. There is only a wealthy shopkeeper in the teahouse. He stands behind the cabinet and is picking up a very thin and long writing brush. He writes a word in a few breaths. After reading this article, the young man walked in and looked at it for a moment. He felt that the writing method and the structure of the characters were very familiar, but he could not remember where he had seen it.
The full scroll stretches straight and stretches the sword energy.
"Sir, would you like a pot of tea? Although the tea here is not valuable, it is good to try it. If a copper coin can relieve the fatigue all over the body, it is always worth the money." The shopkeeper raised his head and smiled, even his smiling face It was familiar, but the boy pressed his forehead and still couldn't remember anything.
Just as the tea was brewing, another scholar came out of the door. However, he looked like he was not young at all. He was wearing a blue coat that was washed white. He walked directly to the shopkeeper and spoke slowly after a long time.
"How's the injury?"
The shopkeeper didn't even raise his head. He still looked at the words, added more pen and ink, and signed two words at the signature. Then he lazily raised his head, put his hands in his sleeves and hummed, "Li Shi" It's still far away. There are cracks everywhere in this realm. I'm afraid I won't be able to recover within seven or eight years. I don't know how long it will take to break through the realm again. I almost lost my life in this rash attack."
The scholar propped his elbows on the wooden cabinet, pondered for a moment, and sighed, "I was confused. I was too hasty in doing this, but I didn't expect that it almost killed you. I didn't expect that it was obviously a good thing, but the world is... Not many people are willing to listen, and countless people are afraid to speak out to bring order to the chaos."
"We still have business to do. If you don't drink tea, don't talk here. After chewing for many years, why can't you stop talking for a while? How come you literati are like mosquitoes and flies, never resting," The shopkeeper took the trouble, closed his eyes and waved his hand, saying, "Since the injury is not serious, and the state is already low, it is better to live a healthy life and live a few more days."
The scholar clicked his tongue twice, but without saying much, he dug into his pocket, and with some embarrassment, coded out five cents, put it on the wooden counter, found a place to sit down, and looked at the expressionless man with some curiosity. A dull boy, waiting for the shopkeeper to make tea.
After a while, the shopkeeper, who was very faceless, brought a pot of tea and put it in front of the scholar. He also slapped three pennies on the table and said angrily, "I am a generous shopkeeper. I can see from your appearance that you don't have much money, so I brought it here specially." The pot of overnight tea will only cost you two cents, and the remaining three cents can be saved for a few more years. After all, there is a tigress in the house, so you have to save some private money for future use."
The scholar picked up the three pennies one by one, put them in the palm of his hand, and said with a slight smile, "He is obviously a good person, but he still refuses to give up. This shows that I am utilitarian. If it is useful in the future, I will say it bluntly. Although I say I am capable. Not high, but always remember the favor.”
After a long while, someone impatiently continued, "Let's live for ten years first. With your physique, if you don't ask me to collect the relics within ten years, you will be like smoke floating over the ancestral graves, and you are still talking about nonsense." "
Being refuted by the shopkeeper and being rendered speechless, the scholar didn't feel angry at all. He just cheerfully picked up the pot of overnight tea, drank it all in one gulp, wiped his mouth with his cuffs, swung his big sleeves and left leisurely, but when he was about to go out He glanced at the young man.
The young man's mind was still confused, but he felt that what the scholar had just seen at first glance was extremely complicated, but also quite promising.
After drinking the tea, the young man got up and walked to the counter. Before he could pay the bill, he heard the shopkeeper speak loudly, "Since I am a young man, I don't have to collect money from you. I happened to write an article just now, and I feel... If you are short, why don't you throw it out for me, catch up with the sour scholar just now, and hand over something, which can be used as tea money."
The young man went out, but found that there was still a long street outside. When he turned back, the teahouse had disappeared, leaving only a piece of rice paper and a jade pendant with a very poor water quality.
Before the scholar had gone far, the young man hurriedly took two steps, thrust the jade pendant into the scholar's hand, and bowed to the scholar without opening a word.
The scholar took the jade and nodded towards the young man. He disappeared in an instant and was never seen again.
The long street is still a long street, with no end in sight, let alone teahouses and literati.
The young man who stopped in place had a slightly confused look in his eyes and unfolded the rice paper to look at it.
I have seen this poem before, and the handwriting is very familiar. Although the young man still has some difficulty remembering it, it can be seen that when he signed the last two words of the article, he finally woke up from a dream.
In a dream, yellow beams enter the imaginary realm, and you will know who I am when you meet the money.
The two words at the end of the article are yunzhong, with gold hooks and silver strokes, stretching and growing.
Everything around him suddenly closed in like mist meeting a strong wind.
"Master Lang, this young man, has good intentions. There are not many objects in the world that can change life and death and ward off disasters. It can be said to be a magical object."
The man in bright yellow clothes on the high platform sighed, and said to the white-browed man beside him, "Maybe this young man can go as far as that bastard back then."
"Who can take care of everything in the world?" Xiling looked at the long street that had returned to peace and spoke indifferently.
"Maybe."
In the medical room, the woman had been waiting for three full days and nights. The moon in the sky changed from round to waning, and a copper coin in her waist quietly split into two halves.
