In front of the Wang family library.
Jun Bubai's question about the sword had just come out of his mouth.
An inkstone covered with water vapor flew straight out of the lake, dragging out a beautiful spray of water, and hit him in the face with the cold and damp air from the bottom of the lake.
"The rules of the Wang family are that if you want to see the head of the family, you must first pass through my inkstone washing pond."
A lazy scolding sound came from the short pavilion in front of the inkstone washing pool.
Jun Bubai lowered his head to look. There was a woman in plain white clothes in the pavilion. Her skirt sleeves were dotted with ink, depicting a large ink bamboo landscape. The woman is about in her early twenties, with a delicate complexion and no make-up. She sleeps on a hemp rope pulled up by two pavilion pillars with her arm resting on her pillow and her eyes closed. Her hair falls down and sways left and right in the lake breeze.
When Jun Bubai lowered his head to look, the woman's free hand was raised again, making a hook shape, and another inkstone filled with water flew out from the bottom of the lake and hit Xie Husheng's front door.
Concerned about A Mo's safety, Xie Husheng stopped staying and walked away from the Dongting. The empty inkstone whirled in mid-air and fell back into the lake.
There are various kinds of orchids growing in the study on the east side of the second floor of the Wang family library. The old man in a wide robe watered the pot with a pot. He passed by the window a pot of orchids that had just been transplanted from the forest. The orchids were delicate and withered. The old man With a sigh of regret, he bent down and pruned the dead leaves in the shade of the orchid grass.
A touch of green streaked across the sky. The old man caressed the orchid grass, trimmed it neatly and moved it to a place leeward. He put the kettle on the desk, stood up and stepped into the air.
"Old man Lan is willing to give up his whole house of orchids today."
The woman who closed her eyes and meditated beside the inkstone-washing pool laughed out loud, stretched out in the pavilion, jumped off the hemp rope, swung out of the pavilion and stood on the inkstone-washing pool.
The woman looked slightly relaxed. She bent down and poured a handful of water from the pool to rinse her cheeks. She raised her head and asked, "Why don't you go to the tail-burning banquet at Tianxialou in Luyuan today?"
The woman is Yan Qingchi, the current owner of Xiyanchi, the adopted daughter of Wang Huaian, the head of the Wang family. She is a close friend of Lu Linlang, the daughter of Tang Ying, the owner of Jinling Tianxia Tower, and an old acquaintance of Jun Bubai.
Jun Bubai restrained his sword intent and landed next to the inkstone washing pool, looking at her from afar, "I just came from Suzhou, and I don't know about Lu Yuan yet."
She washed herself in the inkstone pool facing the lake water. The water in the inkstone pool washed away the turbid matter, making her face that was not stained with vermilion more plain and pure.
Yesterday I received an invitation from my friend Lu Linlang, and I had to go to the appointment on time today. I couldn't miss the time. Yan Qingchi said casually: "You came to Wang's house today because of that profligate guy who was kicked out of the house?"
Jun Bubai puffed up his sleeves with the sword intent hidden in his sleeves, "The five ghosts from Southern Xinjiang hurt the people in my building in Suzhou!"
Yan Qingchi shook the water on his sleeves and said, "I heard that the shrew even spent ten thousand taels to invite people from Mingyue Tower."
Jun Bubai looked back at the sky. He didn't know where Xie Husheng's figure had landed in the Wang family. "Mingyue Tower went to deal with Xie Husheng. Miss Amo was also kidnapped from Dongting Lake."
After Yan Qingchi had finished washing her clothes, she walked to the shore and asked Qian Qian: "Who is Miss Amo?"
Jun Bubai said in a soft tone, "Xie Husheng's sweetheart."
Yan Qingchi raised his hand above his head and looked through his fingers to see where the dazzling skylight was going. He estimated when he should go out so as not to miss the time when Lu Yuan would attend the banquet. He took a breath and said quietly: "It sounds like This is what that shrew can do. It is true that like mother, like son, the family tradition of the Wang family has been ruined a lot by the mother and son. But after all, the shrew was married into the Wang family by a matchmaker. No matter how evil her character is, , it should be dealt with according to the Wang family's laws. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to cause trouble for her if you come here today."
Jun Bubai looked displeased, "How could it be that your Wang family allowed her to do whatever she wanted!"
Yan Qingchi shook his head and laughed at himself: "This scholar, his brain is so stupid for reading. He values face so much that it is difficult to explain some truths."
Partition walls have ears. A word fell from the library and hit the head of Inkstone. The word weighed a thousand kilograms and made her head hurt.
Yan Qingchi rubbed his head, and after the pain had mostly dissipated, he looked up at the top of the library. There was a faint figure in the half-open window on the top of the building. As her adoptive father watched, Inkstone changed from laziness to demeanor in an instant. She hooked her hand and several inkstones jumped out from the bottom of the lake and stopped in front of her.
"You have to go see the head of the family for today's matter. The rules of the Wang family are that if you want to see the head of the family, you must first go to the inkstone washing pond."
Jun Bubai didn't want to use force with her, so he went to the top of the library with his sword.
An inkstone caught up from behind and blocked his way forward.
Inkstone caught up with her, and the inkstone in front of her turned into a stone step. Every time she took a step, an inkstone she had stepped on climbed half a foot higher, waiting for her to step on it, "You and I are personal friends, but the rules of the Wang family cannot be broken."
The sound of the inkstone is so clear that the entire library can hear it. As her voice fell, countless inkstones flew out of the inkstone washing pool, like rain pouring from the lake to the sky.
As their eyes intertwined, Jun Bubai stopped and turned around, then swung his sword towards the lake with a full sleeve of swords.
The sword's light was cold and cold, as if it were the skylight spreading on the lake when it fell, and the entire inkstone washing pool was shrouded in it.
Countless inkstones were blown dry by the light of the sword, and then fell from the sky back to the bottom of the lake. After washing the noisy inkstone pool and drinking a cup of tea, they returned to silence.
Yan Qingchi was forced back to the surface by the sword and was not injured at all. It was obvious that the sword was not in vain. He chuckled lightly and stood by the water. He didn't use his full strength. The two were considered even, so he no longer tried to stop Jun Bubai. He lowered his head and used the reflection on the lake to straighten his clothes.
Jun Bubai walked a few feet with his sword, but still didn't reach the top of the library. After walking a few more feet, he still couldn't see the roof.
He was climbing, and so was the library.
"There are restrictions on the outside of this library. If you want to go to the top of the building, you have to climb up step by step." Yan Qingchi kindly reminded.
Another stroke of writing fell from the top of the library, like a thousand pieces of gold. Yan Qingchi was afraid of being punished, so he flew out of Wang's house and was on his way to the banquet in Luyuan.
The only person in the Wang family who can restrain her is her adoptive father Wang Huaian, but if she really wants to leave, no one can stop her.
After Yan Qingchi left, Jun Bubai walked a few more feet, but still could not see the roof of the building. He gave up the idea of wielding the sword, sheathed the sword, and landed in front of the main entrance of the library.
The first floor of the Wang family library is a book school, with no doors or windows to cover it, and no one is sitting on the neatly arranged tables and chairs. The four treasures of the study are neatly placed on each table, waiting for someone to come. The skylight illuminated the room brightly. The husband with beard and hair hanging down to the ground sat on the high platform in the building, staring at a roll of white paper hanging from the cantilever behind him. The paper was so white that people did not dare to write easily.
Jun Bubai stepped into the book school and made a noise.
The master, who had been lost in thought for a long time, turned around and asked in a distant voice, "If it were you, what would you like to leave on this paper?"
The library has nine floors, and you have to wait on each floor to see how long it will take to reach the top.
Jun Bubai is not good at studying. Old Master Wen Zou Zou asked, which made him unhappy. He raised his sleeves and dropped a sword.
The old master shook his head, and the roll of white paper hanging from the cantilever behind him automatically spread out a few feet around the high platform to protect the old master who was unable to get up and walk.
The sword fell on the paper without cutting open the white paper, leaving a shallow ink mark on the paper.
The old master let out a long sigh, and the shallow ink mark on the white paper in front of him turned into a knife and returned to Jun Bubai.
Treat others in their own way.
Jun Bubai formed a sword intention and chopped into pieces the old master's sword intention in return. He raised his hand and summoned the broad sword river to flow into the first floor. The sword river was invisible and the master could not see it with the naked eye. He only needed to break the white paper in front of the old master with one sword to climb to the second floor.
The river of swords that filled the first floor was surging. Although the old master could not see it, the white paper in front of him kept unfolding, winding and twisting on the first floor. Sword marks fell on the paper, and the white and flawless paper The entire body was stained black by ink marks.
The master sighed again, the white paper he unfolded shook out of the sword river, and ran towards Jun Bubai.
Jun Bubai raised his sleeves, dispersed the sword river he had summoned, and stood quietly on the spot.
The unfolded white paper finished shaking the Jianhe River and was rolled back to the cantilever beam, still white and spotless.
The first floor was in a mess. The old master stood up and walked down from the high platform. He bent down to tidy up the scattered tables and chairs, and put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone back into their original places.
There were many tables and chairs in the building, and every time the old master was sorted into a group, he would stop for a moment to catch his breath. After organizing the three groups, the interval between the old master's breathing began to become longer.
Jun Bubai couldn't see this, so he secretly activated the Art of Control to pull the scattered tables and chairs back to their original places. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone that fell on the bluestone flew into the air and were placed back on the table one by one.
The word "ceremony" slowly appeared on the white paper hanging from the cantilever.
"The word "ceremony" makes sense."
The old master raised his eyebrows and smiled, stopped getting up, and sat in front of the table and chair. The white paper hanging from the cantilever was rolled up, revealing the wooden ladder leading to the second floor.
Courtesy.
Jun Bubai bowed to show his courtesy, and the old master waved his hand to let him go up the stairs by himself.
Jun Bubai went straight to the second floor.
The first floor is filled with loud readings every day. There is no one here today, so you can take a break for half a day. The old master got up, brewed a pot of pure tea, and sat quietly with a book. During this period, something echoed. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, "Su Rou is really alive." A good son."
The roll of white paper hanging on the beam stretched and fell to the ground. In the shadow close to the beam, there was a break that was torn by external force.
After guarding the Wang family library for decades, Su Rou was the only one who climbed up the building with force.
The old master had no intention of reading and took a sip of tea. The tea from Lu Yuan was fresh and fragrant.
A figure smashed into the building from outside the door, and the stretched white paper caught it safely. The old man in wide robes who had gone to stop Xie Husheng on the second floor of the library fell onto the white paper. The blood stains on his body stained the white paper red, making him look slightly embarrassed.
"Didn't you stop that young man from the Xie family?" The old master waved his sleeves and sent a cup of tea to the old man in a wide robe.
The old man in the wide robe took a sip of tea, and the scars on his body disappeared, and the torn sleeves of the robe were intact as before. The old man jumped off the ground, stretched his muscles and bones, and when the scars completely faded, he sighed, "The young man of the Xie family is a pure martial artist, and his boxing skills are too good." He is so domineering that he deserves to be on the Jianghu list."
The old master frowned, pondered for a moment, and whispered: "What is the chance of winning when he meets the master of the family?"
"Sixty percent." The old man in a wide robe walked to the old master's side, found a warm sunny place and sat down, sipping tea and listening to the wind. He had not recovered from his internal injuries, so there was no need to go back to the second floor for the time being.
The old master poured a cup of tea for himself, looked at the newly boiled tea soup and asked: "If you go back to the building, who will stop the Xie family from giving birth?"
The sky was too warm and the sun was refreshing. The old man in a wide robe closed his eyelids and replied weakly: "Mei Yatou is gone."
Several plum blossoms sprouted inexplicably from the withered wicker in the porcelain vase in front of the window on the first floor. The fragrance of plum blossoms was dark and elegant, and a beautiful woman stepped on the fragrance. The fragrance of plum blossoms spread throughout the Wang family courtyard.
