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Okay, here we come.

Li Ang turned around and took the towel from the shelf, wiped his face a little, straightened his clothes, then closed the door and went out, following Cheng Juxiu's footsteps.

The two walked in the corridor with various vines, Cheng Juxiu asked casually: How is your review going, are you sure?

Okay.

Li Ang said hesitantly, It's just that Wang Wenlun has a lot of books, and it's tiring to read.

Ha ha.

Cheng Juxiu said with a smile: Don't worry too much about it. Mr. Wen Lun teaches national history in the academy. He has a gentle and honest personality. He is not the kind of person who deliberately seeks fame. He will not deliberately make things difficult and ask some weird questions.

It's not so easy to change a professor.

Is that so?

Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief, and then became curious again.

Judging from Cheng Juxiu's tone, it seems that the school is not harmonious, and some professors are not liked by the students.

This is actually normal. The Academy has concentrated the material and human resources of the entire Yu State. If there are no ideas, factions, and conflicts of interest, it will seem a little strange.

By the way, brother, what should you call your classmates?

Uh, her name is Han Qingyun, just call her Senior Sister Han when we meet.

Cheng Juxiu said: She is at the middle level of Xunyun Realm, one level higher than me, and she is one of the most promising candidates among the younger generation to break through to the Candle Sky Realm before the age of thirty.

Because of this, the school and the imperial court did not assign her any tasks, but let her practice according to her own wishes in the Fengjing Mountain Taoist Temple in the south of Chang'an.

She and I used to be teammates, and we explored several former Sui practice sect secrets together, so we have a good relationship.

She looks a little cold and aloof on the outside, but she is actually quite enthusiastic, so don't be particularly afraid.

Ah, here we are.

Cheng Juxiu had obviously been to this post house many times, and led Li Ang to a secluded and deep water pavilion near a pond.

This waterside pavilion has white walls and black tiles, light and translucent goose yellow curtains hanging from the eaves on all sides, a low table on the ground, and a whole set of white porcelain tea sets with tea trays and rockery. A stick of incense was placed obliquely, emitting a cloud of mist, lingering and lingering.

However, what attracted Li Ang's attention was not this set of expensive tea sets, which cost at least five hundred guan, but the woman sitting on the soft bed behind the tea sets.

She was wearing a black and white women's crown dress, her black hair was slightly rolled up, and was fixed at will with two simple iron bars. She had a thin and beautiful face, but her willow-leaf eyebrows were as sharp as a sword. stabbing sensation.

Juxiu, sit down.

The woman put down her teacup, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the aura around her that no strangers should enter slightly weakened.

sit down.

Cheng Juxiu took Li Ang to a seat on the soft bed, took a sip of tea, and said, Senior sister, help me to see my junior brother's spiritual talent.

I read it for him when I was in Weizhou City, and the hexagram showed 'Han Huan Duan Dui Jue', seven spiritual veins, which felt a bit inaccurate.

And he also said that recently when he was running Reiki, he would feel pain in his head.

Give me your hand.

Han Qingyun spread out her palm, and Li Ang stretched it out quickly.

Han Qingyun took Li Ang's palm, and drew two horizontal and vertical lines on his palm with her nails.

Li Ang only felt a nameless air flow pouring into his arm from the palm, the whole palm was slightly hot, and white silk threads even lit up under the skin.

The hexagram still contains false judgments.

Han Qingyun frowned slightly, put down Li Ang's palm, and said lightly: The result of your judgment is the same, there are seven spiritual veins, but one of them is here.

Han Qingyun pointed to the center of Li Ang's eyebrows with his index finger, and said: This kind of hexagram is rare, and it is not recorded in ordinary classics. You can go to the Taixu Miaolin Jing or Lingbao Wisdom Contemplation of the Body Sutra in the Gongshulou. , but I don't know if those two books have been borrowed.

Is that so?

Cheng Juxiu was a little disappointed, Forget it, it doesn't take long.

Juxiu!

Suddenly, a voice came from the other side of the corridor,

I saw a thin scholar in a loose Confucian shirt running over frivolously,

He first called out Senior Sister respectfully to Han Qingyun, then turned around and warmly hugged Cheng Juxiu, and said seriously: Juxiu, I have good news for you, I have my son in my arms.

What?

Cheng Juxiu looked at her friend with a look of astonishment, I don't know when you got married.

Before the words fell, Cheng Juxiu reacted, pretending to be annoyed and smiling, and hammered his friend's shoulder,

Turning around, he introduced to Li Ang, This is my classmate in the academy, Ding Jingshan.

Li Ang cupped his hands and said, I've seen the parade.

Hey, I'm not qualified to be a patroller,

Ding Jingshan waved his hands in a friendly manner, and said in a drawn out voice, Only a young talent like Juxiu can be responsible for patrolling. I'm just a petty official.

You call the Secretary and Provincial Secretary Lang a small official, don't you?

Cheng Juxiu rolled her eyes, and casually introduced to Li Ang: He's working in the Secretary's Department. If you need anything about classics, you can find him.

Secretary?

Li Ang blinked his eyes. During this period of time, he had made up for the official system of the State of Yu. Secretary and Provincial Secretary Lang was an official of the sixth grade and in charge of four books. Even in Chang'an City, he could be regarded as a high-grade official.

You know, the county magistrate who is in charge of managing tens or even hundreds of thousands of people is only from the sixth rank.

The idle job arranged by the family is just a secret salary. When I heard that Juxiu was coming back, I went out over the wall, and no one in the secretary province cared.

Ding Jingshan curled his lips, obviously not keen on the official position of Secretary Lang, Compared to Senior Brother He, he is far behind, he is now Zuo Chunfang Zhongyun.

Brother He, He Siping,

Li Ang heard from Cheng Juxiu that he was a class older than him, and now he is at the high level of Xunyun Realm, only the last step away from the Candle Sky Realm.

As for He Siping's Zuochunfang Zhongyun, he was an important official in the Prince's East Palace, under the fifth grade, in charge of attendants and praise ministers, and refuted Zhengqi. In charge of the six bureaus of Jing, Dianshan, Yaozang, Neizhi, Dianshe, and Gongmen.

In other words, they are the butlers and ministers of the prince. If the prince succeeds to the throne in the future, he will be a proper member of the court.

By the way, I heard that when you come back this time, you will soon go to help Professor Gongyang build a ship that can sail farther in the endless sea. You may not be able to return to Chang'an in a few years?

That can't be done, we brothers finally met, we have to go to Zuifang Tower tonight, if we don't get drunk, we won't return.

Ding Jingshan winked at Cheng Juxiu for a while, then turned to look at Li Ang, Well, little brother, you can also learn more.

Zuifang Building is a good place, the big sisters there can broaden your horizons and refresh you,

Realize what it means to be tolerant and tolerant.”

Go away, don't spoil my junior brother.

Cheng Juxiu rolled his eyes and stopped Ding Jingshan from going any further. Just as he was about to say something, the sachet on his waist vibrated violently.