Xu Chunhua passed by the inn yesterday again, and the scholar stood at the door, as if looking at the sky.
The small town girl did not exchange much greetings with the scholar, but gratefully returned the umbrella to him, and then hurriedly left there.
The scholar didn't seem to care about the small town girl leaving in a hurry. He just stood there with an umbrella for a long time, and then walked into the crowd with the umbrella under his arm.
The scholar does not live in the inn.
As a young man who has been in Huaidu for almost a year, it is probably a luxury to stay in an inn for a long time.
This young man was working as a busboy washing dishes in a noodle shop on a long street not far away.
When the scholar rolled up his sleeves and carried an umbrella under his arm, he walked into the noodle shop. The shop was probably relatively idle, and the three waiters were sitting idle at the table, chatting nonsense.
Suddenly someone came in, which startled them all. They jumped down from the table. When they saw it was a scholar, they breathed a sigh of relief and sat back again, laughing and cursing.
"Damn it, Zhu Congwen, you didn't know to cough first when you came in, were you trying to scare us?"
The scholar named Zhu Congwen chuckled and said, "Don't I just want to see how you are doing on your own?"
The three people in the store laughed and cursed.
"The greatest scholar in the world has turned against you, so why don't you be careful about being alone?"
The scholar was silent for a while and didn't say anything. He just walked into the kitchen silently, put the umbrella aside and started washing the dishes.
The three waiters probably realized that they had said the wrong thing and were silent for a long time. Then they quietly ran to the kitchen, raised the curtain and looked at Zhu Congwen secretly.
The latter didn't have any emotions, he just washed the dishes quietly.
Everyone left silently.
The students who took the spring exam in the year 103 of Dafeng Li were probably very unlucky.
Although it is said that those who excel in learning will become officials, I don't know why, but there has been no news about them from the Ministry of Personnel. At first, Zhu Congwen thought that it was just because His Majesty was not in the world for the time being, so there were some things that needed to be carefully considered before joining the official service. s arrangement.
Just waiting for this is one year.
Until this year, the scholars suddenly understood that it would be difficult for their group of students to be mentioned again.
the reason is simple.
In March, Xuanxuyuan rebelled.
Although there is more than one academy like Xuexuyuan in Huai'an, in the final analysis, the rebellion in that academy had such a huge impact that almost all of them, the students, had no whereabouts.
In the past, scholars would sigh a few words and curse a few words.
But now he has also fallen silent.
Although not all students are students of Xuanxu Academy, there are always people who are students of Xuanshu Academy.
For example, Zhu Congwen.
Even some time ago, someone from the Ministry of Justice came to look for Zhu Congwen, but such a scholar really didn't know many things about Xuanxuyuan, so he was let back.
When Zhu Congwen finished washing the dishes, he walked out as if nothing happened.
The waiters were chatting away as if nothing was wrong, looking at Zhu Congwen and joking.
"Didn't you say you lost your umbrella yesterday? Why did you bring it here again today?"
Zhu Congwen sat down on the side, smiled softly, and said: "I guess it was lost not very far away, and I found it again."
The waiters naturally don't believe such nonsense.
When it rains heavily, who can lose their umbrella while walking on the road?
Just forget about losing it and find it back the next day?
So after noticing something strange, the waiters came over again and said with smiles: "Lost? I think it was lost in the hands of some girl. Hahahahahahaha."
Zhu Congwen turned his head in embarrassment and said, "How...how do you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air?"
"It's hard to say whether you are innocent or not, but Zhu Congwen, why are your ears red?"
"..."
Of course, Zhu Congwen had nothing to say. After all, there were too many things to learn in Wenhua Academy of Xuanxu Academy, and it was impossible to explain clearly.
The group of people were joking when the door curtain of the noodle shop was suddenly lifted.
So everyone became serious.
Walking in was a young man holding an umbrella and carrying two swords behind him.
There are many Taoists and few sword cultivators in the north, so everyone fell silent when they saw the sword behind the young man.
After all, Xu Chunhua is not the only one who can think of those high-level sword cultivators on the oblique platform.
The only one who won't be surprised is probably Zhu Congwen, a former student of Xuanxu Academy.
The young man ordered a bowl of noodles and a pot of wine, and then sat down by the window.
The noodle shop then returned to its normal appearance.
When Zhu Congwen brought the noodles and wine to the young man's table, he couldn't help but look back a few more times.
He didn't know why, but he always felt as if he had seen such a young man somewhere.
It's just that not only fourteen-year-old boys grow up very fast, but fifteen-year-old boys also grow up very fast.
If you are an unfamiliar person, you will naturally not be impressed by certain faces.
Unless that boy is Lu Xiaoer.
After all, it is easier to stand out if you are extraordinarily good-looking.
The young man sitting by the window holding an umbrella naturally looks ordinary, not ugly, but not very good-looking either.
They look like ordinary people from the world.
Zhu Congwen glanced at it several times, but didn't think of anything, so he stopped reading. After all, it was actually very rude to always stare at others.
If you are a scholar like the Prime Minister and read too much, you can pretend to be mysterious and say some incomprehensible words such as "interesting" to calm others.
But I am really just an ordinary human scholar. If I read too much, I can no longer pretend to be mysterious, and I may get beaten.
Zhu Congwen picked up the cloth, wiped the tables passing by, and then ran to the kitchen.
The waiters from before were discussing the origin of such a young man.
For northerners, sword cultivation is probably a very rare thing.
So some people guessed that he came from the Human Sword Sect, the same as the ones on the oblique platform.
Some people also think that if they are the same, they must be waiting on the stage for His Majesty to give an explanation instead of coming here to eat a bowl of noodles, so they may be from Liuyun Sword Sect or Donghai Sword Sect.
Zhu Congwen has a different view.
He felt that the boy was probably lost.
Because Zhu Congwen is not from Huaidu like those waiters.
He has also experienced the feeling of facing everything unknown.
When he was looking at the young man just now, he could clearly see the confusion in the young man's expression.
Of course, it is also possible that the scholar has seen many sword cultivators and is more familiar with what kind of look should appear on them.
It's just that Zhu Congwen didn't participate in those discussions. After all, sword cultivators use swords to reason.
If you discuss others behind their back, if you are overheard, you might really get beaten.
After all, during the Siwu Reign, Huaidu knew not to talk about the demon clan.
Nowadays, the relationship between Huaidu and Jianzong is tense, so it is naturally better to say less.
Zhu Congwen passed through the kitchen, walked to the backyard, and sat down under the eaves.
This student from Xuanxu Academy is actually still very melancholy and confused.
Sitting there quietly looking at the sky.
The noodle shop's business is not very good today, which is something that makes Zhu Congwen not very happy.
After all, there is nothing to do, so I can only stay in a daze.
Of course, you can also read, but the last time Zhu Congwen was reading there, he was suddenly taken away by people from the Ministry of Punishment, and he still has some lingering fears.
Zhu Congwen sat bored, then suddenly thought of the girl he met in the rain yesterday.
In fact, this was not the first time Zhu Congwen met Xu Chunhua.
The girl, who also had some confusion in her eyes at first, passed by such a noodle shop many times.
Zhu Congwen didn't know why he remembered such a girl.
Maybe it's just because a girl wearing a floral skirt and holding a small white umbrella is really easy to remember.
As Zhu Congwen was thinking about it, he found that there were a few more heads in front of him. It turned out that the waiters came over again when they saw that Zhu Congwen was alone in a daze.
"Look, his ears are red."
Zhu Congwen subconsciously touched his ears, but they were cold. Sometimes he knew they were not red even without looking.
The scholar stood up silently, looked up at the tall Sophora Towers cascading on all sides, then turned and walked towards the store.
The boy was still eating noodles, but he was almost finished, and there was still some noodle soup left, but it seemed that the boy had no intention of drinking the soup.
Zhu Congwen has always felt that the noodles in this noodle shop are delicious. Eating noodles without drinking soup is equivalent to not eating noodles.
It was only when I saw that the boy picked out the last chopstick noodles from the soup and put it into his mouth that he really put down the chopsticks in his hand.
Zhu Congwen was still a little surprised.
How could anyone not love the soup here?
The shopkeepers of this noodle shop have always been proud of the quality of their soup base.
Although Zhu Congwen was a little strange, he didn't ask. He just waited silently aside, preparing to clear away the dishes.
The boy by the window didn't seem to have any intention of leaving immediately. He was sitting there with an umbrella and a sword on his back, looking at the world outside very seriously.
Zhu Congwen guessed that he must be filled with wonder.
After all, as a person like me from Nanyi City, after seeing Huaidu, I will feel that it is like a rural place.
The young man's expression seemed to have changed.
Zhu Congwen was not surprised.
When that young man came, it was already the end of the Maochen Heavenly Prison Reign.
Now is probably the time when the Siwu Demon Clan’s rule comes.
So the world changed suddenly.
At such a moment, people always feel that the world seems to be much darker.
But this is not the case. Some long streets rise to the earth, and some long streets sink into the ground. There are many changes in the rise and fall of Sophora Capital, but for the overall tone of such a capital, there is not much change.
This feeling probably comes from the rather solemn atmosphere brought about by the Siwu Demon Clan's rule - the demon clan is no longer like the common people, but is freely walking through the world with the characteristics of the demon clan. For example, the Demon City is always a little weird.
Zhu Congwen actually prefers the atmosphere of Nanyi City.
Under the same monument, all spirits flow together.
No one knows who the person passing by is. It may be a demon, a sword cultivator, or a Huangliang man cultivating witches and ghosts.
But Zhu Congwen didn't know which one was right.
Zhu Congwen suddenly realized that he seemed to have been looking at the boy for too long.
Sure enough, amidst the roaring and dull sounds of changes in the human world, the young man turned his head to look at himself at the window that was suddenly dark and suddenly bright - the change in light actually came from the change in the long street in the world, which cut off the skylight. Or caused by unimpeded spillage.
But no matter what, a sword cultivator looking at you like this from the window is still very oppressive.
Even if it was a teenager.
Zhu Congwen turned his head silently, then thought about it, turned back, picked up the cloth on the table, looked at the young man and said seriously: "Have you finished eating, sir?"
The young man didn't say anything, he just nodded, stood up, and walked out of the noodle shop.
Zhu Congwen waited until the young man left, then walked over to clear the table. He was probably a little curious, so he stretched his head and looked out the window while wiping the oil stains on the table.
The young man stopped on the side of the street, looking at the long streets that were changing so suddenly with wonder in his eyes.
Such a noodle shop, which was still at the bottom of Tianguang in Huaidu, has actually risen - if it was Yunchuan, it is now in the middle of Yunchuan.
While Zhu Congwen was looking there, he suddenly caught a glimpse of two strange-looking people approaching in the long street in the distance.
That's not a human, but a demon.
Siwu Demon Guard.
The scholar watched in silence for a while, hesitating whether to remind the young man who had just arrived in Huaidu to pay attention to the fact that he was not allowed to talk about the demon clan at midnight.
But Zhu Congwen was still hesitating, and the Siwu guards had already walked to the young man's side.
This made the scholar hold his breath subconsciously.
Although he didn't know why he was a little nervous.
Maybe the young man's current appearance is actually very similar to his appearance when he first entered Huaidu?
The scholar put down the bowl and chopsticks that he had planned to take away, leaned against the window and watched intently, thinking that if the young man accidentally offended those Siwu guards, he would go out and say something nice to him to smooth things over.
What the scholar didn't expect was that the two Siwu guards seemed not to have seen the young man carrying two swords and an umbrella, and passed him directly, and then came towards the noodle restaurant. He stopped at the window, looked at the scholar who was looking over there, and said calmly: "Xuanshuyuan Zhu Congwen?"
Zhu Congwen was stunned for a long time.
What does this look like?
When I went out to walk my dog, I heard someone talking about a fire somewhere and it was a mess. They were still eating melon seeds and listening to it. Suddenly I realized that the fire was in my own house.
After being stunned for a long time, the scholar finally came to his senses and nodded blankly in the impatient eyes of the two seemingly human and inhuman Siwuwei.
"Yes."
The two didn't waste any more words, they just said lightly: "Come with us."
Although the scholar was a little confused, since he had the experience of being suddenly taken away by the Ministry of Justice last time, he was not so panicked this time, but he was still a little uneasy. Then he called another waiter to clear the table, and he took a deep breath. He took a breath and walked out.
The young man was looking at him quietly not far away.
Such a picture is probably very strange.
The young swordsman who thought he would offend Siwuwei stood there calmly, but the scholar who originally planned to watch a play was arrested.
Facing the young man's calm eyes, Zhu Congwen suddenly felt a little ashamed for himself, so he hurriedly turned his face, walked to the two Siwu guards, and asked cautiously: "What are you going to do with me, sir?" Where do I go?"
The two of them did not answer, nor did they take out the shackles. They just glanced at the scholar and then walked forward.
The waiters in the noodle shop who were still guessing which girl Zhu Congwen had fallen in love with heard Zhu Congwen's voice. When they came out of the back kitchen, they saw the scholar being led away by the Siwu guards. .
Several people looked at each other, and then looked not far away. The young man with the sword under the umbrella was still standing there, his brows slightly furrowed, looking quietly at the direction in which Siwuwei and the scholar were leaving.
Naturally, the waiters didn't know what had just happened outside. They looked at it for a while and then silently retracted their heads, clearing the tables.
After all, it was already midday, so it would be better to be quiet.
After a long time, several people looked out the window again.
People were coming and going outside the window, as if nothing had happened.
Occasionally, Siwuwei walks through the human world, and there are many monsters among the crowds. It's just an ordinary day.
The boy's figure also disappeared, and he didn't know where he went.
...
Mei Xiyu opened the door to the courtyard and looked quietly at the two Siwu Guards at the door - they were old acquaintances of the Qingtian Taoist, the Tauren and the Bench Legs.
The two of them tried their best to smile very amiably.
"Siwuwei routine inspection."
Mei Xiyu looked at the two of them for a long time, and then silently took out such a booklet from his arms.
The two of them were pretending to watch.
Mei Xiyu's gaze suddenly crossed the two of them and fell on the long street behind them.
People were coming and going on the street, but there was a very strange scene.
Two Siwu guards were heading towards the Siwu Demon Mansion with a certain scholar who looked very frightened.
The Qingtian Taoist narrowed his eyes and looked there for a long time.
The two men, Niu Tou and Bench Lai, did not find any trouble this time. They just returned the pamphlet to the Taoist.
"Very good, no problem."
Mei Xiyu looked back at the two of them and saw that they were trying hard to smile.
"Siwuwei wishes you a happy life."
Mei Xiyu looked at it silently for a long time, and then looked at the long street again. The scholar had disappeared.
Niu Tou and Bench Leg looked at Mei Xiyu suspiciously.
"What are the real people looking at?"
Mei Xiyu was silent for a while, and then said calmly: "It's nothing."
Bench Leg nodded and said: "It's not easy to live in Sophora Capital. Real people should be more cautious."
Mei Xiyu raised her eyebrows.
The ox-headed bench legs had already left here and continued to move forward, knocking open the yard of another house.
"Siwuwei routine inspection."
Mei Xiyu watched quietly.
It seemed that Siwuwei was really just doing a routine inspection.
