"Haha, of course it's a gift for you, the old scholar."
Zhou Li directly threw Tang Guan, who looked desperate, onto a chair aside, and said with a smile: "This is what you have been dreaming about, why don't you like it?"
"I like ancient books, articles and good students, but I don't like women, let alone this kind of cardamom woman!"
The old scholar waved his hands and said angrily: "Tell me, what's your purpose of coming to Taixue at the risk of being pushed to the ground and beaten by me?"
After speaking, he glanced at the people behind Zhou Li. When the old scholar saw the skinny monkey-like Hou Jue, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to interrupt Zhou Li who was about to say something, and said slowly:
"Evil, and it's related to zombies, right?"
"I can't hide it from you."
Zhou Li nodded and said with admiration: "You still understand these evil ways."
"You brat, you're still poor like me."
The old scholar waved his hand, then he looked at the people behind Zhou Li and said, "Everyone, please take a seat. The hut is simple and only has coarse tea. I hope you will understand."
"It's an honor for me to be given tea by everyone."
Guo Lingyun saluted quickly. He could see that the old man was wearing a plain gold belt that could only be worn by fourth-rank officials. This proved that the old man was the sacrificial wine of Beiliang Imperial College and the "college leader" of this Imperial College. . And the person who can accept the order to offer wine is definitely a member of the family.
Hou Jue didn't understand this. He only knew that the old man gave him an unfathomable feeling. The instinct he had developed over the years reminded him that he must not be mean at this time, and pretending to be dead is the only way to survive.
Li Kuan, on the other hand, sat on the second seat next to him with ease. As an official of the imperial court, Li Kuan didn't care at all that his seat was not as good as Zhou Li's, even though he had no official status.
It’s a joke, even if I have an official status, I’m a loser.
Qianhu sat obediently next to Guo Lingyun and looked at the furnishings in the room curiously. He found that the room was not as elegant as ordinary literati, but had an inexplicable sense of solemnity.
"Don't be formal, everyone. I am the Northern Liang Taixue offering wine, from the fourth grade."
The old man was the first to break the silence. He looked at everyone and said calmly and calmly: "You can just call me the old scholar like Zhou Li. The name is useless, so I won't report it."
Name is useless...
Guo Lingyun kept these four words in his heart without thinking about them. He was the first to salute and said, "I am Guo Lingyun of the 100 Jinyi Guards in Shangjing."
"Guo family boy, I've heard of your reputation as a flying sniper, right?"
Looking at the index finger of Guo Lingyun's right hand, the old scholar shook his head and sighed:
"A good archer, but it's a pity that the operation of your spiritual energy is messed up. Your index finger and thumb cannot close the spiritual energy immediately. Start practicing three-finger archery today and get rid of this habit."
Guo Lingyun was startled at first, and then doubts arose in his heart.
Why is an old scholar still studying bows?
But he didn't show it on the surface. Instead, he cupped his hands and said respectfully: "Keep this in mind, kid."
"You better be."
After giving instructions to Guo Lingyun, the old scholar's eyes fell on Hou Jue, and when he took a closer look, he was stunned.
Although Hou Jue looks like a middle-aged man, he is thin in stature and pale in complexion, but he has the feeling of a sour scholar, just like a character from that poem.
The body of the bamboo pole is thin and the legs of the monkey are long, and the truth is long.
Hou Jue, who didn't know what the old scholar was thinking, stood up, performed a somewhat awkward courtesy, and said respectfully:
"In front of Xinainai, I'm going to the Imperial Guard, Hou Jue."
Hearing this, the old scholar who came back to his senses stroked his beard, nodded, and asked:
"What now?"
"Now I am the Jin Yiwei of Qian Shangjing."
Hou Jue replied.
The old man was stunned for a moment and continued to ask: "Then were you before...?"
"Shangjing Jinyiwei!"
The old scholar looked at Zhou Li blankly, his simple eyes revealing simple words.
What does this guy compare to?
Zhou Li returned a negative look, shook his head, and responded to the old scholar with his eyes:
"There is a disease in the lower body."
The old scholar suddenly understood that there was something perverted in the eunuch's heart, and it seemed that the same was true of Hou Jue. Thinking of this, the old scholar's eyes couldn't help but feel a little more kindness and compassion, and he said:
"It's so painful."
"Oh, I was careless."
Hou Jue sighed, thinking that the old scholar was trying to comfort him because he encountered a zombie.
"Old scholar, aren't you curious about this person?"
At this moment, Zhou Li on the side suddenly spoke and said this to the old scholar with a faint smile.
The old scholar looked at Tang Guan next to Zhou Li. The girl was cute and pretty, and her white hair looked particularly fairy-like. The old scholar nodded and asked kindly:
"Girl, can you tell me your name?"
"My little girl Tang Wan is a descendant of the Tang clan in Sichuan, and she is an old scholar."
Standing up with some weak legs, Tang Wan performed an impeccable etiquette towards the old scholar. He was respectful and his crisp and delicate words were also very pleasant to the ears.
"Tangmen..."
The moment he heard these two words, a look of nostalgia suddenly flashed in the old scholar's eyes. He sighed deeply and said slowly:
"I once had a student who was also a member of the Tang Sect, named Tang Cen. For some reason, I heard nothing from him during a trip home. I also asked the Tang Sect, but I didn't get any news. It's a pity, Then Tang Cen is also a malleable talent, and he is also a student who I think has great promise, alas..."
Looking at the old man who was looking a little depressed, Tang Wan had a touch of sadness on his face, as if he was feeling the same thing as him.
Zhou Li stood behind Tang Wan, looking calmly at the small white hands clenched tightly, as if he saw Tang Wan's joyful heart as he opened the champagne at halftime. Then he smiled.
Just when the old man was about to encourage the little girl, he suddenly saw the meaningful smile on Zhou Li's face behind Tang Wan. He knew that Zhou Li would never be aimless, and the words he said would always have a purpose.
Suddenly, thunder exploded in the old scholar's mind. He looked at Tang Wan, then at Zhou Li, and what Zhou Li said at the beginning came to his mind.
"This is what you have been dreaming about day and night, why don't you like it?"
Thoughts day and night...
"Fighting with others again? Tang Cen, where are your parents?!"
Suddenly, the old scholar shouted loudly. Tang Wan suddenly stood upright and subconsciously shouted:
"Everywhere in Beiliang is accessible, Zhou Taoyao."
silence.
There was a long silence.
The three people from Qianhu didn't know what happened because they didn't know Tang Wan's true identity. Li Kuan didn't know what happened because he had pinched himself unconscious.
Where is Tang Wan?
"don’t worry."
Turning her head, smiling goodbye, the girl said softly:
"I will never let you go as a ghost."
"good."
Zhou Li looked at the other party equally tenderly, "Death early, rebirth early."
"Let's go together."
The old scholar stroked his beard and said happily:
"Today is really..."
"Double happiness."
