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Chapter 1030 Zhuge Yuan Extra Story 2: Minglun Hall (Thanks to Lord Baiyin, please don’t stay in this barber shop)

"Wang Changxu has been dead for 100 years?" Zhuge Yuan couldn't help opening his mouth when he got the news.

He really didn't expect such a situation to happen. It is obvious that Wang Changxu is an old friend of the Master, but the Master did not consider that his old friend is a person, and the life span of a person is not as long as a year.

It is impossible to go back, the bull has blown out, if you go back, where will you put your face.

But everyone is dead, what should we do now?
"Er, senior." Zhuge Yuan raised his hands towards the curly-haired old man in black and white robes in front of him, and immediately thought of a countermeasure.

"Senior, what Zhuge Yuan said is absolutely true. My master is indeed an old friend of that senior. If you don't believe me, how dare you ask this senior Wang Changxu if he has descendants? You can ask one or two."

"My wife. My wife has a strange appearance. As long as Senior Wang Changxu has said it, his descendants will definitely remember it."

Hearing Zhuge Yuan's words, the old man stood where he was and did not answer right away, but continued to look suspiciously at the young man in front of him.

Until the sky gradually darkened, the other party finally let go again. "I'm sorry you don't dare to make a fuss in Minglun Hall, just follow me."

Hearing this, Zhuge Yuan was overjoyed, no matter what, let's go in first.

He thought the door behind him would open, but he didn't expect the old man to walk towards the small door next to him. "What is your status? You also go through the main entrance of Minglun Hall? This way."

"There are so many rules in this Minglun Hall," Zhuge Yuan thought secretly in his heart, followed the old man to the side door.

After entering the gate, the sky outside had gradually darkened, and the buildings at the gate had become so dim that Zhuge Yuan couldn't see clearly, but felt that there were endless layers of buildings in the distance.

Following the old man, Zhuge Yuan walked into a rain corridor with green tiles, and walked towards the depths of the building.

Walking and walking, the surroundings became brighter. The light source came from square white lanterns hanging on both sides of the rain corridor, and poems and songs were written in various fonts on each lantern.

Zhuge Yuan had learned some poems from his master, but he had never seen some poems before, so he couldn't help being fascinated by watching them all the time.

When he came back to his senses again, he found himself following the old man to a two-story exquisite courtyard.

"Come on, don't look at what you shouldn't look at, and don't say what you shouldn't say." After the old man finished speaking coldly, he stepped over the door frame and walked in.

Walking through the small garden, Zhuge Yuan saw a handsome young man writing something in the hall with a pen in his hand, ink in his hand and a fan in his hand.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.His face has soft lines and fair skin, Zhuge Yuan would have thought that the other party was a woman if he hadn't been dressed in a green shirt and a scholar.

"Wait, three hands?" Zhuge Yuan couldn't help but get excited.

Before he approached enthusiastically for a chat, the old man spoke again.

"Yuting, get up Fuluan, and explore this kid's bottom."

After the old man finished speaking to the young man, he turned around and looked at Zhuge Yuan, "If he lied, then come in and don't even think about leaving!"

As soon as the voice fell, the white square lanterns outside the house were extinguished one by one from far to near, and the environment outside the house instantly became pitch black.

Seeing this scene, Zhuge Yuan was a little nervous, and he couldn't help reaching out his hand to the bamboo basket behind him, grabbing the sharp weapon for self-defense.

"Master, you can't trick me, can you? I'm just here to study. Why is there such a big battle?"

But the old man didn't bother to pay attention to what Zhuge Yuan said at the moment, as he slapped the table with one hand, a branch of peach tree with two forked ends was directly shaken in the sea of ​​pens beside the table.

Before the branch fell down, he followed the young man named Yuting, grabbed one end each, and hung the branch in the middle of the desk.

The hanging branch slid suddenly, and the ink written on the calligraphy and painting quickly leaked out of the paper and seeped into the lower end of the branch.

As the ink was absorbed, new buds began to grow on the peach tree branch, and as the new buds grew, the ink sucked into the branch began to change from black to miserable green.

The light in the room became flickering, and the light source seemed to split from one to several, and as the other hand stretched out from the old man's armpit, the room became terrifying.

"Get up!" The two of them changed hands at the same time, grabbed the peach tree branch with their extra hands and shook them.

But soon the mahogany tree seemed to be out of their control, shaking and fell on the blank rice paper and began to write.

"The chickens and dogs here are also immortals. I believe that there is another heaven in Taoyuan. I feel that the spring breeze is all about, and the green poplars are picturesque and the willows are like smoke."

The pen stopped and turned off, and the moment he finished writing, everything around him became quiet, only Zhuge Yuan's flustered aura floated in the room together.

He raised his sleeve and wiped his forehead, only to realize that his forehead was covered with cold sweat at some point.

"Seniors, I really didn't lie. My master and Wang Changxu are old friends. Even if they weren't, at most they just found the wrong door." Zhuge Yuan tried hard to defend himself.

"Hmph" The old man wanted to say something, but was interrupted by others.

"Oh, oh, it's alright, alright, since Ni Xianshun, senior Wang Changxu, said that he's fine, then he's probably fine. Uncle, let's watch the characters." The young man named Yu Ting spoke for the first time.

His voice is not like his appearance, but it is extraordinarily hearty.

The old man and the young man murmured around the green character, but left Zhuge Yuan aside in the cold.

"Am I really looking for the right place? Is this what the master said? Why doesn't it feel right?" Zhuge Yuan looked at the lights outside the house and wondered when it was turned on again, and thought to himself.

"It should be right? They all have three hands." When Zhuge Yuan looked again, he found that the extra hand of the other party was gone.

Complaining in his heart, Zhuge Yuan wandered around the house in small steps, looked at the strange stones on the bamboo cabinet, and the paintings on the wall. This was a bit different from the grand ambitions he had in mind when he left the village.

"Yuting, calm down this kid tonight, I'll ask the master to have a look." As the old man waved his sleeve on the green lettering, the four lines of green letters floated out of the lettering and landed on his cuff place.

The old man seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to Zhuge Yuan, and walked out of the house coldly.

Zhuge Yuan wanted to speak but stopped, turned around and cupped his hands helplessly at the young man named Yuting, "Why don't you open the door and let me out? I'll look for it later."

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay. Uncle Si Gong is like this." Compared with the old man's attitude, this young man named Yu Ting seemed much more easy-going. "You can stay at my place tonight, we'll talk about it tomorrow, by the way, kid, what's your name?"

"My name is Zhuge Yuan, from the day Master picked me up."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, little brother Zhuge, Li Jinshu, named Yuting, don't worry, Senior Wang Changxu is a great Confucian, and he still has to give him face. You can enroll tomorrow. From now on, you will also be a disciple of Minglun Hall."

After Zhuge Yuan chatted casually with this young man named Li Jinshu, the feeling of uneasiness in his heart slowly subsided.

It seems that I did not find the wrong place, it's just that the old man was very harsh just now.

After chatting for a while, Zhuge Yuan, who had been walking for a day, was also tired. After asking Li Jinshu where he lived, he prepared to go to have a good rest.

Zhuge Yuan was about to leave, so Li Jinshu started to write,
Zhuge Yuan walked to the door and glanced curiously from a distance, "The white butterfly flapped its wings and trembled the calyx, and the dragonfly touched the water and sniffed the flower house."

"Forehead……"

(End of this chapter)