There is an academy covering an area of 100 acres in the south of Suzhou City. It was funded and built by the Jinling Wang family. There is no distinction between family status. Whether they are children from poor families or rich and powerful families, when they reach the age of literacy, they can go to the academy to find a desk and follow The husband studied the text and passed the exam to gain an official career.
There is an ancient cypress tree in the main hall of the academy, which has been planted for more than a hundred years. Now it is like a canopy and is lush and green.
The night was slightly cool, and the moonlight passed through the branches of ancient cypresses, mottled the bluestones underfoot.
Classes in the academy ended at dusk. Except for the master guarding the academy and the servants responsible for chores, the entire academy was as quiet as a valley.
There is a stone bench under the ancient cypress. Xie Lingyuan is lying on the stone bench drinking, with the mottled moonlight sinking in his eyes.
The second young master Wang was famous in the Wang family, and his coffin could not enter the Wang family's courtyard. An old friend of his had pooled together a sum of money to set up a mourning hall for him in the woodshed of the academy.
The mourning hall of the Second Young Master Wang is quite simple. The four-sided mourning hall is supported by hemp mats, with a foot of white silk hanging on it, and two jars of bad wine mixed with unknown amounts of water.
The people who were acquainted with the Second Young Master Wang were all children of aristocratic families. Several old friends pretended to put a pot of soothing incense in the incense burner. They laughed and talked about the arrival of new girls in Hualiu Lane. They made an appointment to go find some girls and eat together. Drinking, making money, being romantic and happy.
The Wang family just sent a few dim-eyed old servants to put on a show in front of the mourning hall, howl a few times, and throw a lot of crookedly cut paper money into the air.
This depression made Xie Lingyuan a little sad. He dug out the firewood shed and revisited the academy where he studied in his childhood to put away his worries.
Many years after graduation, the master who taught him has passed away. Only the ancient cypress tree in the main hall of the academy is still familiar to him.
Xie Lingyuan drank a sip of wine. The wine had a light taste. He kept it at his feet. He stretched out a finger to pick off a piece of dried and aged bark of ancient cypress. He held it in the palm of his hand and looked at it, recalling some old memories.
When he was a child, he had a naughty temper and did not know how to respect teachers. He often made his master angry and was punished to recite ancient texts under a tree. Childish, unable to resist, with a hint of rebelliousness, the more the master punished her, the more she had to resist.
At that time, the master would drink tea to soothe his throat before class, and secretly add a little of his own urine into it when he was not prepared. The master used to make tea from a mountain spring ten miles outside Suzhou City. It was cool and sweet. When the urine was boiled, the smell of urine came out, and the tea set that the master had collected for many years was destroyed.
Xie Lingyuan vaguely remembered that that day, the old master, who usually treated others kindly, chased him for more than ten miles without losing breath while holding a ruler in his hands before stopping.
Unbearable to look back on the past, Xie Lingyuan laughed out loud, stood up, bowed to the main hall, and said lightly: "Master, next time I find good tea, I will go outside the city to get mountain spring water and brew a pot for you. .”
When Xie Lingyuan raised his head, in the empty main hall, he vaguely saw the Master with his beard twisted and holding a book. The Master was still the same Master as before, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes and a full smile.
Xie Lingyuan burst into tears as he laughed, raised his hand, held out an abacus, fiddled with the beads, and recited the arithmetic formula taught by his master.
Xie Lingyuan's abandoned wine jar under the ancient cypress tree was picked up by a fat, short, fleshy hand and poured into his mouth. He cursed and spat it out in the courtyard, "What kind of broken wine is this? It's like water. It's hard to drink."
Xie Lingyuan turned around.
Sitting on the stone bench under the ancient cypress tree was a fat man who was as round as a ball. He was in his early thirties, with huddled features, sesame spots on his face, no neck, and stubby limbs. He was dressed in coarse linen clothes from southern Xinjiang, and his legs were straight. He crossed his legs and held the jar of watered wine with a look of disgust on his face.
Xie Lingyun said calmly: "The wine to comfort the soul of the second young master of the Wang family."
The fat man from southern Xinjiang smashed the jar of wine at the root of an ancient cypress tree. The wine splashed. The fat man was afraid that his clothes would be wet, so he flew down in the courtyard and shook off the dust on his body. "This wine is disgusting even for pigs."
The Second Young Master Wang had a bad character during his lifetime, but he was from the same family and still remembered some old feelings. The man from southern Xinjiang was so disrespectful. Xie Lingyuan laughed and said: "It's not a good idea to feed you this pig."
The man from southern Xinjiang blushed. He hated people calling him fat as a pig. He took a deep breath, showed his killing move, and spit out a ball of green juice. The juice rushed towards Xie Lingyun, with a pungent rotten smell.
Xie Lingyuan touched the ground lightly and took a few steps back. A drop of juice accidentally stained the corner of his clothes, and the fabric was burned to ashes.
When dodging the green juice, Xie Lingyuan returned the bead in his hand to its original position, placed it across his chest, stretched out his hand to pop out one, and the bead turned into a ball of golden light and flew towards the face of the southern Xinjiang man.
The man from southern Xinjiang, who was as fat as a ball, turned over and crouched on the ground, like a toad. He opened his mouth and sucked the beads into his belly. There was a sound of regurgitation in his belly, and the sticky juice sprayed out like rain.
The juice fell on the bluestone in the courtyard, burning shallow pits of varying depths.
The sap falls on the green and prosperous ancient cypress, and the bark of the tree that has withstood thousands of years of wind and frost reveals dense vertical and horizontal tree lines.
The juice fell on the eaves of the school behind Xie Lingyuan, and pieces of green tiles fell from the eaves, making the sound of raindrops in the courtyard.
Xie Lingyuan took a nostalgic glance at the school, touched a piece of broken tile with his toes, flew down on the eaves, stretched out his five fingers to flick the abacus, and countless golden lights flew out from his fingertips, extinguishing the green rain vomited by the southern men in the courtyard.
Seeing that the green rain was extinguished, the man from southern Xinjiang put his four feet on the ground and bounced towards the eaves. A green armor appeared on his body. The green armor sprouted a poison sac like a toad's back. The poison sac was the size of a pearl and exploded in front of Xie Lingyuan. A green cloud.
The green cloud was poisonous. Xie Lingyuan swung his abacus and swept away the green cloud in front of him. He popped it out of his hand, and five rays of golden light came one after another and hit the chest of the southern Xinjiang man.
The man from southern Xinjiang, who was as fat as autumn, swallowed five abacus beads in a muffled voice and fell back into the courtyard. On the way, he suddenly spit out a ball of green juice and stabbed straight into Xie Lingyuan's heart.
Xie Lingyuan dodged, and a young toad jumped up at his feet and exploded in front of him.
Toads are poisonous. The poisonous smoke from the explosion was inhaled into Xie Lingyuan's nose. He felt dizzy for a while. His knees weakened, his consciousness blurred, and he fell down on the eaves.
When the man from southern Xinjiang saw that Xie Lingyuan was poisoned, he smiled triumphantly in the courtyard, dusted himself off, stood up unsteadily, took a deep breath, flew up to the eaves, stepped on Xie Lingyuan's face, and said proudly: "The Wang family gave me a thousand When I came to kill you, I thought everyone in the world was like the Sword Emperor and the Sword God, but it turned out that they were nothing more than just talking."
After not scolding enough, the man from Southern Xinjiang raised his head and searched his guts to think of some satisfactory words. When he saw a black shadow falling in the courtyard, he immediately felt at ease and stepped forward to greet him with a smile.
Snake Bone, who was a few years older, looked dignified, and asked in a muffled voice: "Where are the people?"
The fat man from southern Xinjiang pointed to the eaves and replied obediently: "I've been poisoned and will die in a short while."
The body was tied tightly to the shoulders with snake bones.
The fat as a ball man from southern Xinjiang opened his mouth wide. A few hours ago, the two of them were drinking in a ruined temple, but now they are on a different road between life and death. He said tremblingly: "Why is Brother Xieyue dead?"
Snake Bones glanced back behind him, then jumped to the eaves of the side, "The owner of the building who bumped into Tianxialou is not in vain. He has now entered the state of selflessness and is difficult to deal with. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Leave me quickly."
The man from southern Xinjiang who was as fat as a ball didn't say much. He jumped up to the eaves with the snake bones and fled into the distance.
A river of swords fell on the Wang Family Academy. Jun Bubai stood on the top of an ancient cypress tree. His consciousness spread out and captured the figures of the two snake bones.
After scattering the sword river, he slashed out with an invisible sword intention from his left hand, and the light of the sword cut through the night, spanning more than ten miles.
At the same time as he slashed out his sword intent, Jun Bubai landed on the eaves, took out a life-sustaining pill and fed it into Xie Lingyuan's mouth. He leaned over and carried him on his shoulders, and rushed to Shennong Medical Center with his sword.
In the Wang Family Academy woodshed, a black carriage was parked at the gate.
The girl with five pearls missing from her embroidered shoes jumped out of the carriage, set up a footstool, lifted the curtain and helped the woman holding the cat out of the carriage.
The woman was dressed in plain white clothes, with tears in her eyes. She stumbled and fell to the ground. When she landed, her body was limp towards the girl.
She didn't dare to take a step. The courtyard gate separated life and death.
At the Shennong Medical Center, Sun Miao took a basin of cold water and rinsed his face. The cold water hit his face to drive away his sleepiness. He set up a row of medicine stoves in the hospital to cook the detoxifying medicine soup.
The two southern Xinjiang men and women who came to the medical center to cause trouble, as well as the southern Xinjiang killer who went to Wanchun Tower, were obviously looking for trouble in Tianxialou. There were others in Tianxialou. If something unexpected happened, they would be sent to the medical center. He needed to Stay awake at all times.
Jun Bubai, dressed in white, landed in the courtyard, put down Xie Lingyuan from his shoulders, and used the Art of Control to hang him in the air.
Sun Miao's hand tightened, and just as he expected, he stepped forward, took Xie Lingyuan's pulse, and said, "Are they from Southern Xinjiang again?"
Jun Bubai nodded.
Xie Lingyuan had the life-extending elixir that Jun Bubai had given him in advance. Sun Miao checked his pulse for a moment, then turned back to the stove, took out the third pot of medicinal soup in his left hand, poured a bowl of it, blew it with his inner strength to cool it, and threw it to Jun Bubai: "He After taking your life-extending elixir and drinking this bowl of antidote soup, you will wake up in an hour."
Sun Miao poured well water next to the stove and started boiling the medicinal soup again.
Jun Bubai pinched open Xie Lingyuan's mouth and drank the medicinal soup.
Liu Yunniang walked out of the side room, holding an empty bowl to wash. When she saw the sleeping Xie Lingyuan, her face darkened. Qing Gong stopped in front of the two of them and asked with concern: "What happened to Lingyuan?"
Jun Bubai clenched his fists and said, "I've been poisoned."
Liu Yunniang's eyes flashed with murderous intent, Xie Lingyuan suffered for her this time, "Do you know who did it!
Jun Bubai spread his palms and took out another sword, "The five ghosts from Southern Xinjiang invited by the Wang family."
Liu Yunniang raised her head and glanced at the eaves. The entire piece of broken tiles on the eaves was still there.
Lou Wanchun came out from the kitchen with a basin of hot water. There was a warm hand towel on the basin. When he saw Xie Lingyuan, he shrank to the ground. The hot water in the basin was shaking.
Before Lou Wanchun could speak, Jun Bubai asked, "How is Mother Yang?"
Lou Wanchun suppressed a trace of worry and replied in a low voice: "Senior Sun has been diagnosed and treated, but he is not awake yet."
Jun Bubai glanced at the side room, scolded himself for a moment, looked away, stopped at the empty bowl in Liu Yunniang's hand, and asked softly: "Is Dingfeng awake?"
Liu Yunniang's brows became clearer, "I woke up and just ate a bowl of fish fillet porridge."
Tianxialou now looked like this. Jun Bubai calmed down, swept open an empty wing with one palm, sent Xie Lingyuan into the room, and told the two of them: "You go take care of them first, and I will settle down." Far away, I have to go back to Tianxiastairs, so you should always be careful."
Liu Yunniang went to the kitchen to wash the dishes in despair. Lou Wanchun held the basin and pushed open the door of Yang's mother's room.
Jun Bubai settled down with Xie Lingyuan, closed the door, saluted Sun Miaoshou, and flew to the Tianxia Tower with his sword.
Sun Miao was boiling the medicinal soup with her hands and looked up at the crescent moon above her head. The moonlight was a little cold.
