Advise Qingshan

The Confucian School is located in the Chen Mansion. It is a spacious courtyard with seven entrances and seven exits. There are usually many Confucian scholars coming and going, but now it is desolate and empty, and weeds are overgrown.

There was a seal on the vermilion gate, and Wen Xing took Ye Zhuo over the wall. A huge sycamore tree was planted in the courtyard, and the fallen leaves spread all over the ground.

Ye Zhuo wondered: "Doesn't the new national teacher need a maid to clean it?"

Wen Xing concentrated and calmed down, and swept his spiritual power around: "There is only one person in the mansion, and the breath of the demon cultivator is underground, so it may be Qingwan."

Ye Zhuo said: "The national teacher is not in the mansion?" He walked around the Confucian gate, dragging Wen Xing to the bedroom: "We don't know where the underground entrance is, let's take a look at the indoor situation first, from the decoration, we may get a glimpse of the master's heart sex."

According to the general definition of a national teacher, he should be a wise man with a stern appearance, and his house should be full of books, simple and unadorned, but the only room that was picked up was quite strange.

Ye Zhuo wondered: "Does the national teacher have children?"

The wooden furniture in this room is polished and smooth without any edges and corners, and the decoration is mainly warm yellow. On the shelves are some children's clothes, tiger-head shoes and tiger-head hats, which look joyful.

Ye Zhuo looked around: "There are no women's paraphernalia, only the national teacher and a child."

He was quite a headache: "I don't know how to involve the forces of the world, but we never ask about the affairs of the world, and we don't know anything about the joints."

Ta Ling said: "I wonder if we can find some ink, let's compare it with the text on the domino?"

Several people rummaged on his desk for a while, not to mention pens and inks, but they couldn't find a brush hair, so Xianjun sat down on the chair, played with the sapphire pen in his hand, and said helplessly: "This matter, when you It's really weird no matter how you look at it..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Xing's pupils shrank, and he stretched out his hand violently.

——He took a moment, and Ye Zhuo disappeared for no reason.

Wen Xing frowned, and hurriedly sat on the grand teacher's chair, and also played with the pen holder, but he waited for a long time, but there was no movement.

When Ye Zhuo opened his eyes, he could only see darkness.

For a moment, he couldn't tell if it was really dark here, or if his night blindness broke out again, so he could only call out in a low voice: "Taling?"

Ta Ling responded immediately: "Xianjun."

Ye Zhuo asked: "Can you see it?"

Taling described: "I can see it, a very subtle light, we are standing in a starry sky, but the phase of the starry sky is different, it is opposite to the normal one, a bit like being on the water, the water surface reflects the sky."

If Ye Zhuo could see it, he would find that although the place where he was standing was flat, it looked like water waves flowing, and the stars fell in it, like a bowl of milky way.

Ye Zhuo said with a smile: "This description makes people think of the Long Boat Crossing the Moon Pavilion for no reason."

Guangyu Yuanjun wrote it himself, "The Qinghe carries the stars, and the bright moon crosses the long boat." 'In the first sentence, isn't this kind of scene written?

Ta Ling held up a ball of open fire, but the light of the star was too subtle, if the lamp was turned on, it would not be seen at all, and the fire could only be extinguished.

Ye Jue groped the ground lightly, felt the tiny protrusions in the smoothness, which presumably represented each star, he pressed slightly: "I'm also night blind, what can you see?"

Ta Ling breathed in: "You know, I don't know anything about astrology formations... Xianjun, there is something!"

As he suddenly exclaimed, Ye Jue had already heard the sound of the approaching wind. He turned his face slightly, but saw some black shadow barely stopped in front of him.

Ye Zhuo raised his hand to touch it, flipped through it casually, and wondered: "A book? Have we arrived at the Confucian Bookstore?"

The reason why Chen Kezhen is a great Confucian in the world is that one of his achievements is to compile books. It is rumored that there are millions of classics and histories in the Confucian school, and there is a library to collect books. Because there are too many books, it is difficult to get them. The storage seems to be different from ordinary bookstores.

Ye Zhuo asked: "Can you see clearly, which three walls are we in?"

The ancients divided the starry sky into three walls and 28 constellations. If it was built according to the stars in the sky, it should be one-to-one correspondence.

Ta Ling said: "It's too small."

Ye Zhuo said: "Okay then, help me find the Three Stars."

When we were in Jiangchuan, several people said that the dead child corresponded to Xingdou one by one, and they also looked for Taishi Xing, and at that time, several people calculated that the disciple of Taifu Chen Kezhen corresponded to Taishi. together.

Ta Ling pointed: "Xianjun, this one."

Ye Zhu rolled up his sleeves: "I want to see, Chen Kezhen put something on the star corresponding to him."

The moment he pressed the button, a strong wind hit, Ye Zhuo stretched out his hand to hold the spine of the book, and moved slightly in the direction of the galaxy, indicating that the library was selected, and he was bounced out by the whole person, and sat on Wen Xing's lap superior.

The elder was still sitting on the grand teacher's chair and groping left and right, when Xianjun suddenly fell into his arms, he almost threw him out, Ye Zhuo hurriedly said: "It's me, it's me."

He raised the book in his hand: "Look what good things I got."

Several people stopped what they were doing and looked at the book, only to see that the shape was very simple, the pages were curled up with rough edges, and the cover had five large characters "Biography of Guangyu Yuanjun".

Ta Ling suddenly said: "Chen Ke is really Ji Guangyu?"

Ye Zhuo said: "Not necessarily, Chen Kezhen has been my neighbor for many years, and they live, grow old, get sick and die just like ordinary people, not like a fairy."

He squeezed the book: "According to the thickness, it is slightly thicker than the ones on the market, so there should be some content added."

This book has about [-] pages more than the ones on the market, but some of them have been torn out. Most of the added content is concentrated on Guangyu Yuanjun's enlightenment and before his retirement. There was a sudden pause.

The front and back of this page were torn off, and the paper was marked red with a vermilion pen, as if soaked in blood, and there was only one line of eye-catching small characters on the entire page.

"On the seventh day of September, when the first frost fell, Lord Yuan closed the gates of the city, climbed to Fengkou Pass, looked at Jiangchuan in the distance, and was silent for a long time. Finally, he played the Nine Turns on the Que Tower and ascended to heaven.

Ta Ling muttered, almost lost his voice: "Guangyu Yuanjun, slaughtered Jiangchuan City?"

Jiangchuan City is different from other cities. It was founded by Wendaotai. It can be said that Guangyu witnessed the city from scratch, from a hunting village and fishermen to the heyday of the world. Until now, the people of Jiangchuan have worshiped Yuan every year Jun, present the most beautiful flowers in front of the Wendao stage.

Wen Daotai flashed across his mind, Ye Zhuo's face darkened, and he suddenly said: "The one under the water is probably the real Jiangchuan."

Wen Xing frowned: "How do you say that?"

"We have verified that the Wendao Terrace has a spirit, and it should be immortal for ten thousand years. Since the Jiangchuan we are familiar with does not have a Wendao Terrace, but the one below does, there is no doubt that the one below is the real one."

Ye Zhuo took a deep breath: "We have lived on the earth and Jiangchuan for too long, and we have preconceived ideas."

Wen Xingdao: "But now the population of Jiangchuan is more than one million, let alone making fakes."

Ye Zhuo shook his head: "It's not fake, it's stealing. Do you remember what Ji Guangyu is good at?"

Wen Xing and Ta Ling looked at each other: "It is recorded in ancient books that Yuanjun Yougong made piano paintings."

Ye Zhuo said: "That's right, painting."

He flipped through the biography of Guangyu Yuanjun, flipped to the other side, and there was also a sentence marked with cinnabar on this side, which read: "Yuanjun likes the scenery of Jiangchuan, climbed to the Daotai, mountains, rivers, sun and moon are all pen and ink, scribbled by hand, and become 24 scenes of Jiangchuan."

Ye Zhuo knocked on the page of the book and said: "The 24 scenes of Jiangchuan, I am not good at brush and ink, and the paintings can occasionally have a touch of spirituality. This is the most proud painting of Guangyu Yuanjun. Is it possible for the slaughtered Jiangchuan?"

Taling gasped.

The three of them looked at each other with expressions of shock.

Wen Xing flipped through the books and said hesitantly, "But to replace is to replace, why bother to maintain the vitality of the underwater river and make the people mistakenly think that it is still 4000 years ago?"

Ye Zhuo closed his eyes: "This is the game we are going to break."

He said solemnly: "You and I both know that massacring a city is a big mistake, not to mention massacring a million people, the law of heaven cannot sit idly by, the mild ones will reduce luck, and the severe ones will directly drop thunder disasters."

Ta Ling echoed: "If five thunders strike the ground, even Lord Guangyu Yuan will be seriously injured."

Ye Zhuo said: "Yes, so Ji Guangyu wanted to find me to prevent disaster."

In order to escape the sanction of heaven, the demon cultivators of all ages have invented many methods, among which the one with the highest success rate is blaming others, repeating the experience at that time, and tying up the scapegoat. hold accountable.

Ye Zhuao said: "So what he wants to do is obvious. Guangyu slaughtered Jiangchuan City for unknown reasons. He quietly hid the city under the water, making the people inside mistakenly think it was 3000 years ago. Once again, if my predictions are correct, he will tie me up to Fengkou Pass, and then let the heavens punish me!"

Ta Ling said anxiously: "You have no cultivation base, so you can't confront him head-on, shall we run away?"

Ye Zhuo shook his head: "Kyoto has been locked, where can I go?"

He sighed: "I was already in the game, and he knows everything about it. Maybe tonight's night visit, and even this book, is what he wants us to see."

Wen Xing frowned: "How do you say that?"

Ye Zhuo sneered: "Otherwise the whole book has more than [-] pages, and only these two sentences are annotated with red pen. Is he afraid that I won't see it?"

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A little cool.

Please take a leave of absence on 1/6, I want to take a look at the outline before.