The bamboo forest is long and quiet.
After coming out of the bamboo building, Jun Bubai and Zhongshu Jun were both upset and did not talk to each other.
Mr. Zhongshu walked in the wind, his Confucian shirt was filled with a few wisps of light wind, and his belt fluttered slightly.
If you don't use the sword in vain, you should be a few steps ahead of him.
Being overtaken by the young man, Zhongshu Jun showed displeasure and waved his brush to induce a gust of wind, sending his figure flying several feet away.
Jun Bubai released his sword intention and blew away the strong wind around Zhongshu Jun. He caught up with Zhongshu Jun with his sword and turned around with a proud smile.
The wind around him collapsed. Zhongshu Jun landed on a green bamboo and waved his hair to attract the wind. The wind carried him like a tornado, chasing him for several miles in an instant.
You are neither in vain nor showing weakness, the sword intent is flowing from the dantian to the soles of the feet, the long sword breaks the wind under the feet, and passes over the head of Zhongshu Jun lightly. The sword is so wild that it makes the bamboo sea dance.
The two secretly competed with each other, neither of them convinced the other.
After being teased twice by Jun Bubai, Zhongshu Jun, who had not yet cultivated his character, steadied his figure and threw the family master's request away from his mind. With a single stroke, the wind roared, and the green bamboo sea was destroyed by the strong wind.
Jun Bubai was blown several miles away by the strong wind and hung upside down above a field of chrysanthemums.
The flower field extends from the sea of bamboo to the sky with no end in sight. The south side is blocked by the mist of the clouds and mountains. It surrounds a low thatched house. In front of the thatched house, there are willow trees in the shade. In front of the willow trees, there are crisscrossed streets leading to all parts of the flower field.
The plain chrysanthemum is colorless and elegant.
When Zhongshu Jun saw the flower field, he sighed in his heart that something was wrong. He was so focused on competing with Jun Bubai that he forgot about his steps and actually reached the sixth floor. He picked up his pen and pulled a gust of wind, trying to pull the hanging Jun Bubai back to the bamboo sea.
The gentle sound of wind rippled through the sea of flowers. The old man in green who was sleeping with his pillow sleeves in the field was awakened by the sound of wind. He stood up and broke off a chrysanthemum. The daisies waiting to be released scattered into flying flowers in his palms.
Zhongshujun was so flustered that he hurriedly waved his brush to attract the wind, rolled Jun Bubai back to his side, bowed to the old man, "I've disturbed my master's Qingxiu, I hope you can beg for help."
The old chrysanthemum picker ignored it and picked another plain chrysanthemum in full bloom, holding it in his hand and looking at it.
The arrogant Zhongshu Jun was so humble. You were puzzled. You wanted to move your sword away from him, but you heard Zhongshu Jun's message: "Boy, don't move around. The master is doing things for his own convenience in the Wang family, and is not restricted by the family master. Then Tanaka Suju is nourished with the bones of dead people. If you offend the Master, be careful of using you as flower fertilizer."
Jun Bubai choked at the reply, "How often have I ever been afraid of others when I walked downstairs?"
The old man picking chrysanthemums noticed that the two of them were talking about him. His eyes passed over Mr. Zhongshu and landed on Jun Bubai. He looked at Jun Bubai carefully for a moment, saw the appearance of his old friend, showed an unfamiliar smile, and asked: "Is Immortal Immortal Changsheng still okay? ?”
Immortal Immortal? This is the first time Jun Bubai heard this title, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.
The old man picking chrysanthemums smiled more naturally and added: "It's normal for you not to know. Immortal's whereabouts are uncertain. The last time he entered the world was forty years ago. Your mother, Su Rou, is the only disciple of Immortal who has entered the world. You will always have the opportunity to be a disciple of the immortal in the future. See you."
The four words "Immortal Immortal" have been seen several times by Mr. Zhongshu in the secret letters sent to the head of the family. He made a few hasty strokes and didn't know what they meant. It was the first time today that he saw such a smile on the face of the serious master, and he was very surprised.
The Master was so kind, but Jun Bubai couldn't control himself, so he flew down on the field and bowed down to salute the old man picking chrysanthemums, "Junior Bubai, I don't know the name of the Master yet. If you are lucky enough to meet the immortal in the future, you might as well mention it to him. "
The old man picking chrysanthemums waved his hands repeatedly and said mockingly: "How can a country man, a nameless country man, dare to enter the eyes and ears of immortals?"
It is inconvenient for the master to tell you, but he has his own intention. Jun Bubai straightened his chest and stood on the field base.
The old man picking chrysanthemums smiled and picked a plain chrysanthemum beside him and handed it to Jun Bubai.
Jun Bubai resisted Su Ju who was nourished by the bones of the dead and took half a step back to refuse.
The old man Caiju understood instantly and said angrily: "Zhongshu, how did you slander me this time?"
Zhongshu Jun, who was scolded by the old man picking chrysanthemums and watching from the sidelines, quickly dispersed the wind and landed on the small street intertwined with bamboo sea and flower fields. He argued: "How dare you slander Master? I just gave him a few words, so as not to Violated your taboo."
The old man picking chrysanthemums glared at Zhong Shujun, threatening him to use him as flower fertilizer if he said the wrong thing again.
Zhongshu Jun, who was already afraid of moving forward, was shouted back by the old man Caiju. He took a few steps back and stepped on the broken branches of the bamboo sea, sweating all over his back.
The old chrysanthemum picker looked away and said calmly: "This flower field is the burial place of the Wang family. All the descendants of the Wang family are buried. Using the bodies of the ancestors to protect the descendants is not something evil."
Burying bones for fattening and nourishing future generations is such a blessing. You don't want to be contaminated at all, so you shied away and said: "Senior's kindness, I accept it from my heart. I came to the Wang family today to ask for punishment. The ancestors of the Wang family will not protect me, so it's better not to disturb me. .”
After two shirks, the old man picking chrysanthemums did not want to be bored. The chrysanthemums in his palm turned into flying flowers, fell among the roots of the flower field, and regenerated new shoots.
The old man picking the chrysanthemums retracted his smile, turned his gaze to Zhongshu Jun, who was holding his breath, and admonished: "Zhongshu, the Wang family treats people with courtesy. Don't mess up the etiquette again and neglect the distinguished guests."
Mr. Zhongshu nodded in agreement. The master's authority was really difficult to overcome.
The old man picking chrysanthemums said goodbye to you. He walked into the flower field, found a secluded place, and slept on his sleeves.
Zhongshu Jun breathed a sigh of relief, regained his former grace, half-bowed, and said respectfully: "My little friend, please come with me to pay a visit to the head of the family."
When Jun Bubai Yujian was about to leave, Zhongshu Jun waved his brush to attract the wind and led him back to his side. He whispered: "Be careful, don't disturb the master's flower field. How about you and I take a detour to see the master of the house."
Jun Bubai didn't know why Mr. Zhongshu, a member of the Wang family, was afraid of the old man picking chrysanthemums. He didn't want to cause more trouble, so he dispersed his sword intent and used Qinggong to plunder the flower field.
Zhongshu Jun once again waved his hand to attract the wind, catching up with Jun Bubai half a step, standing in the limelight and leading the way.
On the sixth floor of the Wang family library, among the buildings lined with inscriptions, a young man in purple stopped for a long time, taking in all the flower fields in his eyes.
Seeing the two of them walking away, the young man withdrew his gaze and said regretfully: "It is rare for Mr. Tao to be generous. It is such a pity that someone would pass up such an opportunity."
The inscriptions on the six floors are ancient, mostly collected from ancient temple cemeteries. The decay that has not seen the light of day for thousands of years has made the building extremely cold. After looking at the scenery, the young man shook his sleeves and blew away the cold. In the cold air, I walked up to the seventh floor.
On the seventh floor, Mr. Zhongshu is not here, and the piles of letters handed over to the head of the family on the case desk have not yet been sorted.
The purple-clothed boy walked to the desk and held in his hand a piece of oracle bone inscription carved with ink.
It took Zhongshu Jun a lifetime to decipher a dozen characters. The young man was not that talented, so after reading for a while, he still found it obscure and difficult to understand. He sighed, put the rubbing back to its original place, and walked up to the eighth floor.
"Isn't anyone here yet?" Someone on the eighth floor asked.
The young man stood in front of the door, clasped his hands in a bow, "I wasted a lot of time at Master Tao's place, I guess I can get there if I have a cup of tea."
In the building, Wang Huaian opened a page of the book and said, "But that boy damaged Master Tao's flower field?"
The young man sighed: "That's not true. I just rejected the opportunity given by Master Tao."
Wang Huaian hesitated for a moment, put down the book, stood up and walked to the window. The sky was shining brightly, making his whole body hot. He thought thoughtfully and said, "Do you know why Master Tao gave him this opportunity?"
The young man replied Tongqiao: "After hearing the general idea, Master Tao first asked about Immortal Immortal, and then he came up with the idea."
Immortal Immortal, Wang Huaian considered in a low voice, his eyes fell on the Wang family courtyard, and he said no more.
The young man outside the door couldn't hear the noise in the building and stopped disturbing him. He turned around and stood in front of the door, looking down at the seven-story staircase. He closed his eyes and concentrated. When he opened his eyes again, he was at the top of Nanshan Mountain. The clouds were floating on the mountainside and Tao Tao could be seen. The master's flower field is a shadow.
Behind the young man is a city, half Jinling and half Chang'an.
The young man had just stood firm when he saw Jun Zhongshu riding the wind and breaking through the clouds. Jun Bubai followed closely behind him with his sword intent.
The young man bowed his hands in greeting and said, "He Tingzhang, a close servant of the head of the Wang family, is here to greet the host."
The person has been brought, Zhongshu Junchao He Tingzhang nodded slightly, his eyes met, he said a few words, and then he fell into the clouds and disappeared.
Jun Bubai and He Tingzhang were the only two people left on the top of the mountain.
He Tingzhang straightened up and said with a smile, "Is your trip going well, Master?"
He Tingzhang's smile was shallow, as if he was being staged. Jun Bubai felt disgusted and asked with a cold face: "You and I know it well, why bother to ask, where is Wang Huaian!"
His thoughts revealed, He Tingzhang stopped smiling, stepped aside half of his body, raised his sleeves to lead the way, stopped his feet on the spot, leaned down to salute again, and said in a low voice: "The master of the house is in the city, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you, the poster Only one person can go."
Jun Bubai said no more and entered the city with his sword.
He Tingzhang stopped where he was, and took out a bronze mirror from his arms to reflect his face. He played with dozens of smiling and crying faces, but he was not satisfied. He sighed: "It seems that you still have to practice hard for this job. "
There was no living thing in the city, and no sound of human beings could be seen.
While you were having a cup of tea, you walked to the east of the city. To the east of the city was the high-walled courtyard of the Wang family and a library.
The sky was just right. Wang Huaian was wearing plain clothes and drying books in the open space in front of the library. His movements showed no trace of the authority of the family master. He looked like a scholar who could be seen everywhere, elegant and elegant.
Jun Bubai is hanging in front of the library, just like when he came to Wang's house to ask for swords this morning.
For each volume of book, Wang Huaian would use four white jade chess pieces to press the corner of the book so that the skylight could completely penetrate into the cracks of the book and dry it evenly. He raised his head and said casually: "Put your sword back and be careful not to scratch these books. These are the only single copies left in the world."
Wang Huai'an is the head of the Wang family, so Jun Bubai was a little more polite and replied: "If you had restrained the clan members earlier, you wouldn't have to worry about my sword power scratching these books."
Wang Huai'an waved to Jun Bubai and asked him to come down and show off his books with him. He said miserably: "Don't think of me as the head of the family. Most of the time, my position as the head of the family is empty. People are petty and it is difficult to convince others."
Jun Bubai understood the implication of Wang Huaian's words, and asked with a little anger: "What do the Wang family plan to do with that poisonous woman!"
Wang Huaian looked troubled and said tentatively: "Please give me a few days. After all, she comes from a famous family, so she has to take into account the dignity of each family."
Jun Bubai was so angry that he spurted out his crazy sword intent and asked loudly: "Is face more important than human life?"
The sword was so arrogant that a strong wind filled the courtyard.
Wang Huaian stretched out a finger to smooth over the wind and persuaded softly: "There are many aristocratic families in the south of the Yangtze River, and they have been married to each other for several years. The bloodlines are complicated, and it is inevitable that there will be people with narrow-mindedness. In the world, it is easy for gentlemen to deal with, but it is difficult to guard against villains. If you If you just want to kill her quickly, I am afraid that you will have countless troubles in Tianxialou in the future. Even if you have the Sword God Sword Emperor in Tianxialou, it is always difficult to prevent hidden arrows. You can guarantee that you can protect everyone in Tianxialou. .”
Jun Bubai half suppressed his anger. What Wang Huaian said was not unreasonable. If he were alone, he would be happy to kill the woman with one sword. However, he is the owner of the Tianxia Tower. He is concerned about the safety of everyone in the Tianxia Tower and acts in every way. All must be cautious.
Seeing that you were not persuaded in vain, Wang Huaian added: "I have ordered you to draft a letter and send it to all the families in the south of the Yangtze River to discuss the matter together. Please wait for a while, and the Wang family will give you a satisfactory answer. .”
Jun Bubai fell in the courtyard and suddenly said: "How can you convince me with your empty words? I will take one of your orphan books. When you take care of it, I will come to your door to return it to you in person."
Wang Huai'an was originally lucky to have turned the situation around with a few words, but Jun Bubai's abrupt words made him look ashen. Before he could respond, the lone book closest to him was grabbed by Jun Bubai using the Art of Control.
Wang Huai'an loved books so much that he didn't dare to reach out to stop them. He was afraid that the two of them would pull the scroll and destroy it. He watched the lone copy fly towards Jun Bubai, gritted his teeth and said, "You are indeed Su Rou's son." Then he changed his expression and spoke softly. He said: "Take care of it and don't damage it. Otherwise, I will come to you to settle the account personally."
For scholars, books are life, and it is a good idea to use them as a threat. Jun Bubai waved the lone copy in his hand, "It's hard to guarantee that. If it takes too long, I accidentally use it to burn it on fire..."
Wang Huaian looked livid and stretched out his finger, "Half a day, half a day to answer."
Jun Bubai suddenly felt relaxed and extremely happy.
