I am the poor scholar

"For luck, if you believe it, you have it. If you don't believe it, you don't have it. I don't count." Jing Yi swept the ground with his wide sleeves, and sat in front of Bu Qingyun, imitating Bu Qingyun's appearance and propping his chin, but he didn't succeed.

He simply found a comfortable sitting position and said, "You have everything in mind about the imperial examination, and I don't need to calculate it."

Bu Qingyun sipped the wine by himself, holding the rabbit meat with his beautiful knuckle fingers, and ate the meat with each sip of the wine.

Xu Guang fell into the translucent black pupils.

He didn't speak, as if by default.

"It's about marriage—" Jing Yi suddenly changed his tone, pinched his fingers that were shiny because of rabbit meat, and after a while, he took another sip of wine and said, "Hurry up, hurry up."

Bu Qingyun's eyes flashed, and his face in the palm of his hand was crooked: "Can you accurately time?"

"Within three hours." Jing Yi slowly turned his index finger down, pointed at the land under his feet, and said with a sharp touch, "It's right here."

Broadly speaking, Master Jingyi refers to the entire Jiming Temple.

There is a time and a place.

Master Jingyi is so confident.

The revered master is so decisive.

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Bu Qingyun doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, he is young and frivolous at best, and ignorant of the heights of heaven and earth at worst, and has no sense of awe.

Ordinary monks want to tell fortunes, and people will scoff: "This is a wild monk who can't make a living."

But if Master Jingyi does fortune-telling.

People will say: "Master Jingyi is really knowledgeable and talented. He has dabbled in both Buddhism and Taoism. He is indeed a master!"

As for the gods descending from the world and the supernatural powers in everyone's mouth, in Bu Qingyun's place, they are all four words——

False rumors.

Master Jingyi's hexagram came out, and Bu Qingyun shook the jug, laughing more blatantly, and the laughter leaked directly from his throat.

There are only three bright words in all actions: don't believe it.

Even if Bu Qingyun can't drink enough, he is a little confused at the moment, but he speaks exceptionally sharply: "Master, guess how many people there will be in Jiming Temple within an hour."

"I—" Ting Jingyi deliberately elongated the tone.

The word "I" is repeated a thousand times but does not say the following, Bu Qingyun raised his eyelids, just in time to see the corner of Jing's eyes raised, the eyeballs rolled up but did not look at Bu Qingyun.

Just when Bu Qingyun was about to say the next sentence, Jing Yi said: "I don't know, there must be a lot anyway."

"There are so many people, how do I know my marriage? Why don't we walk among the believers?" As soon as the flagon was put down, Bu Qingyun was about to stand up with one hand on the ground, "Master, tell me, I will remember first." If you look at her face, you will have a goal to be the top of the list in the future."

"Don't worry, young man." Feeling his arm being pulled, Bu Qingyun felt his center of gravity unsteady when he gently pulled it, and sat down again staggeringly.

Jing clicked his tongue, "Hey you young man."

Bu Qingyun giggled, it really showed his true colors after three glasses of wine and two cups of wine, throwing away all the etiquette learned from the old man.

In his heart, he felt that the monk was a famous magician, and he treated him like a magician when he spoke: "Maybe you tell me, master, that girl's name, and I have a goal in the future."

"Tut tsk tsk." The master seemed to have discovered something, shook his head and looked at the junior, "Do you not believe it? Think I'm a liar?"

The master asked seriously, and Bu Qingyun answered frankly: "Yes."

"Hey, you young man." The master didn't look annoyed, but said seriously, "I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, but you will suffer in the future."

"Hey." After Bu Qingyun heard it, his cheeks flushed because of alcohol, he burped lightly, and still held on to the marriage, "Let's go find that girl."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Master Jingyi smiled ambiguously, "Do you want to get married so much? I'll write a letter to Bu Xianyunfei, asking him to show you a girl early."

"No!" Bu Qingyun immediately refused. Seeing that the topic was getting farther and farther away, he abruptly brought it back, "You don't know either!"

His almond eyes lit up as if he had found evidence that Jing Yi was a magic stick.Bu Qingyun was drunk and felt that he was right, how could he realize that he was in a drunken madness at the moment.

"Tsk tsk." Master Jingyi could see clearly, "The drinking capacity is too bad, and the wine quality is too bad."

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The master is highly respected, and Bu Qingyun is the son of the master's friend who came from afar. Although it is a bit of a detour, I can sum it up in one word - honored guest.

The distinguished guest was drunk and yelling nonsense, the master kindly found his nephew, arranged a meditation room for him, brought him some tea, and drank it for him.

Unexpectedly, an hour later, the drunk man ran away without paying attention.

The scenery changed one crop after another, the wind blew wave after wave, and Bu Qingyun was almost sober from his wine.

Bu Qingyun stopped on the sparsely populated Qingshi road, rubbed his temples, blinked hard, his head was still a little confused.

There are bald cherry trees on both sides of Qingshi Road, which is not beautiful in winter, so it is no wonder that there are few people here.

Looking forward, Bu Qingyun saw a well.

The blue bricks piled up to form the square well have cracked gaps, which seems to be an ancient well.

"This is the famous Changji Well."

Bu Qingyun's almond eyes brightened slightly, and he stepped forward, the remaining alcohol dissipated after seeing Mingjing.

Hearing that the water in this well is as clear as crystal, a long halberd was thrown at the bottom. I want to see you today, so that the old man can be poor.

Stepping on the bluestone bricks, the boots rolled over and made the sound of fine footsteps.

As the distance got closer, the excitement on Bu Qingyun's face faded, and the range of his steps became smaller and smaller.

Cautious steps and subconsciously slowed breathing indicated that Bu Qingyun had noticed the smell of blood wafting from the mouth of the well.

Hiding in the well is to escape.

It smelt of blood and was wounded.

His fingers quietly reached up to the waist, and felt empty.

Oh, why did I forget again, the folding fan is not here.

The forward steps stopped abruptly, and Bu Qingyun's tense body slowly relaxed.

"There's nothing special about this well." Bu Qingyun looked at the wooden planks covering the mouth of the well, knocked on the wooden planks leisurely, and then walked in the opposite direction, "There is also a wooden plank built, let's go back."

Bu Qingyun suddenly turned around and took a step.

Nowadays, a frail scholar doesn't even have a folding fan for self-defense, so it's better to go first.

Suddenly, Bu Qingyun regretted that when he left home, for the sake of convenience, he handed over all the items such as folding fans to his fellow villager, and came to Jiangning with only the bank notes.

For example, in this dangerous situation now, a scholar with no strength can do anything.

A dagger on the back of the waist froze the warmth brought by the sun.

The wooden boards on the ancient well were overturned and fell aside.

Bu Qingyun was like falling into an ice cellar, every inch of meridians tensed up to an unprecedented level, and the alcoholism finally dissipated completely.

With pale lips fluttering, but in a very casual tone: "Come on, let's go, maybe the master will ask me for a drink soon."

As he spoke, Bu Qingyun moved forward at will.

He seemed to be talking to himself, and never looked back, trying to get away with it.

however……

"Don't move." The blade followed like a shadow, cruelly piercing Bu Qingyun's whims.

The voice was unusually soft, but chilled for no reason.

And, the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, forcibly suppressing the smell of alcohol on Bu Qingyun's body.

The icy-cold dagger blade has already cut through the material of the clothing and is close to the Mingmen acupoint on the back waist, a line of icy cold gave way to Qingyun's chill that went deep to the bone marrow.

As if to intimidate Bu Qingyun, the blade suddenly pierced into Bu Qingyun's skin, and blood dripped out.

Bu Qingyun frowned, his black eyes darkened, and his heart sank.

How to do?

In an instant, there were rustling footsteps not far from Qingshi Road, and even the sound of weapons interlacing.

Before Bu Qingyun could react, his neck was suddenly surrounded by someone's arms, and his breathing was blocked by the tightening of the arms for a moment, and Bu Qingyun's eyes blurred for a moment.

I only felt my body lighten suddenly, and my already blurred vision passed by like a flying shadow.

The light was hidden on the board, and Bu Qingyun was actually led into the well by that gangster!

The toes stand on the blade of the dagger inserted obliquely on the wall of the well.

It's so frustrating.

As soon as he stopped in this narrow well, Bu Qingyun's face was distorted because of this innocent disaster.

This confined space is too aggrieved.

"What the hell are you—" What do you want to do.

Because there was only one blade under his feet, Bu Qingyun couldn't help pressing forward, putting his hands on both sides of the villain, lowering his voice, grinding his teeth to hear the anger in his words.

"It's impossible to tell you." Another voice as cold as ice interrupted Bu Qingyun's voice.

Because of anger, Bu Qingyun suddenly raised his jaw, trying to see the man's face clearly.

Unexpectedly, the back of his head was suddenly restrained, and someone forced him to press on his chest. This gangster didn't want his face to be seen.

The disgusting smell of blood was stuffed into the nostrils, as if he was bleeding from the throat, but there was also a faint fishy sweetness.

Bu Qingyun and the gangster were in the cramped well, the center of gravity was inserted obliquely. The blade on the wall of the well, the bodies of the two were close together.

Being involved in a disaster for no reason, Bu Qingyun's heart sank slightly, and he was in a bad mood.

The current situation can also see that the villain has no habit of killing people, so Bu Qingyun is quite courageous.

So, he spoke very lightly, but hid the needle: "Why don't people look at your face?"

Like a girl in a boudoir.

"I'm afraid it will ruin your reputation." The villain was not to be outdone, and the strong smell of blood came out of his mouth.

A man, what a reputation!

Bu Qingyun held his breath and closed his mouth.

It's enough to stab a villain who won't endanger his life with words. Do you dislike the people who search outside because they have too good ears?

"There is a well here!" The light from the cracks in the planks suddenly dimmed, and Bu Qingyun's heart rose to his throat at this moment.

The smell of blood can be detected by oneself, those well-trained people...

The wooden board was raised at a slight angle, and Bu Qingyun tried to lift the back of his head held down by someone many times, but the hand was like an iron hoop, and Bu Qingyun couldn't move.

Holding his breath, Bu Qingyun spun various measures in his mind.

If he is found out, can he escape by pretending to be held hostage?

The gap was getting bigger and bigger, the clenched fist against the wall suddenly became hot, Bu Qingyun's forehead blocked his eyelids, and he saw a ray of sunlight on the fist.

In such an emergency situation.

puff.

puff.

I don't know whose heart is beating like a drum.

With a ferocious face, Bu Qingyun jumped into the well?

Quick veto.

No, it's too loud.

……

The fist became warmer and warmer, and Bu Qingyun's complexion became paler, and his breathing seemed to stop for a moment.

The sun has wrapped the fist.

At the critical moment, a man suddenly shouted from outside: "Don't run!"

The heart suddenly relaxed, and someone outside was directing: "Look at that well, others, follow me!"

"Yes!" It was the man by the well.

The sound of uniform footsteps walked away quickly, and the well suddenly lit up.

"Have……"

With a sound of "whoosh", the wooden board quickly smashed down, accompanied by something rolling onto the wooden board, and the wooden board made a rattling sound.

When Bu Qingyun heard the man who was holding her tight exhale, Bu Qingyun moved his fist and changed his palm to support the wall of the well, only to find that both hands were numb.

"The board is about to break, go up quickly." Bu Qingyun moved his palms.

"Coward." Bu Qingyun seemed to hear the man snicker.

Just as he was about to refute, as before, his eyes suddenly blurred, his body was as light as a swallow, Bu Qingyun saw the bright light, and all the words he wanted to refute were left behind.

The person behind stopped restraining him, but before he could secretly rejoice, he suddenly heard that person speak——

"Ben." After a short pause, the man continued, "I saved your life."

The indifferent voice fell, and Bu Qingyun hadn't figured out the meaning of this sentence, and suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck, and his vision was blurred.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Bu Qingyun's mind: what else does he want to do?

With a flash of inspiration, Master Jingyi's words rang in his ears.

Marriage, within three hours...

Sure enough, it's a magic stick.

The author has something to say: There are still red envelopes for comments~

There is a draft for the time being, and it will be updated at [-] pm every day~

It suddenly occurred to me that the protagonist called Laoyezi meant grandpa, and called Daddy meant father.