Wang Yue Han

The wheels rolled over the bluestone path, and occasionally there were a few late peach blossoms at the corner of the street. It is not Suzhou and Hangzhou that have its magical beauty. From this, we can see how poetic and picturesque it is when we really arrive in Suzhou and Hangzhou. I still remember someone said, Yingfei went down to Yangzhou in March, and it was snowing in Qinhuai in April; the coachman rode his horse outside the car, and followed Yan Ziyao's instructions to find a place to rest for him. The employer said that his younger brother was weak and sick all year round, so It is difficult to find a quiet place in such a bustling city, but it is not impossible. There is a place in the east of this city. The building faces south and stands tall in the world. It just avoids the hustle and bustle of the market. Standing on the top of the building, you can overlook the panoramic view of the small town. It is even more wonderful in the middle of the night. Hangzhou, but you can’t find it upstream from Hangzhou; in front of the main entrance of Qionglou, there is a road paved with bluestone slabs, which is as spacious and clean as an official road. On both sides of the road, there are peach trees every ten feet. Said, I don’t know what method the owner of Qionglou used to make the peach blossoms here undefeated all year round, so that talented scholars and scholars from all over the world would come here admiringly, but the strange thing is that the owner here does not know how to make money , and also ordered the head shopkeeper not to charge any fees, and only ten elegant scholars are allowed to stay overnight, and there are barriers in front of the door, those who are greedy for wealth and honor are not allowed to enter, and those who are hypocritical are not allowed to enter. Do you think this master's house is sick?

The coachman rode the carriage steadily, and while Yan Ziyao took care of Jiang Zihan, he also listened carefully to the chatter of the coachman. There are all sorts of strange things in the world, and there are many people who regard money as their destiny, but of course there are many people who don't love money, maybe It's not that the owner's house is clean and clean, it's just that he simply doesn't like it. The road is smooth and the carriage is not too bumpy. , and shouted into the car: "Young Master, the place is here."; Yan Ziyao opened the curtain of the car, and in front of him was a bluestone staircase. According to preliminary estimates, there should be 99 steps, and each step is about nine inches long. A tall building built on flat ground, with six floors of eaves. Compared with the street scene I saw when I came here, it is of course the highest place. After getting a general idea of ​​the environment, Yan Ziyao turned around and carefully helped the sleeping man out of the car. The driver helped him The patient, Yan Ziyao jumped down first, and then took the man from the coachman; the coachman got the money, said goodbye, and drove away happily on the horse, although he didn't know if Qionglou's family would receive him. Those two sons, but what does this have to do with him?He is just an ordinary coachman, so he doesn't understand the thoughts of those people who play with words, but he thinks that the two young masters should also be extraordinary people, the master will not refuse to welcome him, right?

Yan Ziyao looked at the 99 steps and sighed, if Yu Jian, there is no suspense at this height, okay?But the owner's design has its meaning, and it's also rude to fly with a sword in front of the court. He carried Jiang Zihan firmly on his shoulders, and walked up piously step by step. It took a long time for Yan Ziyao to leave. After finishing the stairs, let alone the 99 steps, even a martial artist like him feels a little strenuous, and most of the literati are too weak, I am afraid that most of their physical strength will be lost if they go this way. Xinqi stood in front of the Qiong Tower at the expense of asking for trouble, with the inscription Jiuchong Tianhua written on the plaque in front of the door.

Qiongtian has 33 weights, and this person is not self-effacing, boasting of [-] weights, Yan Ziyao stood in front of the door with Jiang Zihan on his back, a while later, a white-haired old man was holding a brand new account book in his right hand, and the pen in his left hand was bigger than usual The size of the pen is several times larger. The barrel of the pen is as thick as three fingers. There is a phoenix, the head of a hundred birds, coiled around it. The small gold abacus should be a man of accounts. I saw him walking slowly towards Yan Ziyao, and asked seriously: "Where did you come from? Where do you want to go?"

Yan Ziyao thought for a while, just now the coachman said that this place is strange, so does his question also mean something else?Yan Ziyao thought for a while before answering: "Where do you come from and where do you go?" Where are you going?"; being startled by the old man, Yan Ziyao had some calculations in his mind, the old man seemed angry, but there was something in his eyes... looking forward to scrutiny, is it really wrong to answer like that?But Yan Ziyao didn't change his mind, he still replied firmly: "From where I come from, to where I go."; Yan Ziyao didn't change his answer, and the old man didn't say anything else, he just replied with some doubts: "You are really sure "; "Yes." Yan Ziyao definitely answered, and after bowing to the old man, he raised his head and smiled at the old man; "Okay, very good! Hahahahahahaha..." After hearing Yan Ziyao's answer, the old man spoke loudly. He laughed: "It's really good to be calm and follow yourself." The old man smiled gratifiedly, opened the account book in his hand, and wrote a few strokes on the account book: "Today is full."; He turned sideways and said please come in , turned around and went inside, Yan Ziyao carried Jiang Zihan on his back and followed him in. When the old man picked up the pen, Yan Ziyao saw that the pen was not stained with ink. As a matter of cause and effect, even the head shopkeeper can write without ink. It can be seen that the owner of Qionglou dared to inscribe Jiuchong Tianhua, and he had his courage and strength; entering the lobby, there are countless calligraphy left by countless talented scholars on the four walls. There are a few lines of poems and books, and a little bit of ink, all of which are top-notch works, "The two of you are coming here at the end of the day, so I can only work hard for you to walk a few more steps and live in Yunyan Residence on the sixth floor." The old man nodded and said After apologizing, he beckoned the boy and ordered him to lead Yan Ziyao and the others to the Yunyan Residence on the sixth floor; The boy who led the way climbed the stairs for a long time before arriving at the cloud and mist house that the old man said; the boy pushed open the door, led the guests in, and helped put the patient on the bed. Hanging bell said: "If you need anything, my lord, just ring this bell." After the door was closed tightly, Yan Ziyao sat by the bed to check Jiang Zihan's injuries, but the technique he practiced was for human beings. , not for a demon, and the difference in physique between a human and a demon is extreme, and he can't heal Jiang Zihan's injuries, it seems that he can only rely on himself.

"My lord, my shopkeeper ordered me to bring you some things." When Yan Ziyao was at a loss, the little boy appeared outside the door and knocked on the door; "The door is unlocked, please come in." He squeezed the inside of the bed. The brocade quilt was covered for Jiang Zihan, and the boy was invited to come in; only after receiving a response from the guests, the boy opened the door and came in, holding a pot of small purple bamboo in his hand. The boy put the purple bamboo on the pear blossom wooden table, turned and said to Yan Ziyao: "The shopkeeper said The layout of this room is too monotonous, Young Master, so let me send this to decorate it."; Don't look at the young boy, he behaves and talks like everyone, like a gentleman is modest and polite, Yan Ziyao glanced at the little boy's gift Zizhu, when he was about to leave, said to him: "The shopkeeper is interested, please say thank you for me."; the little boy nodded in agreement, and slowly backed out. Seeing Jiang Zihan falling asleep with such a pale face, I was really worried about him alone. Losing his mind, Jiang Zihan changed back to his original form, which would be terrible, but even so, Yan Ziyao is helpless now. Although they rescued Jiaolong and reunited their father and son, they hurt the people in the Buddhist sect because of this. When he met someone from the Buddhist sect again, what should Yan Ziyao do with himself? Yan Ziyao feigned anger and stretched out his index finger to poke Jiang Zihan's eyebrows: "You, you, are just a bamboo, with one intestine reaching the bottom. Is it worth it for a person who has never met before?"; Yan Ziyao felt a little dissatisfied, this monster is really different, or should be said to be more affectionate and empathetic than ordinary people, but bamboo, bamboo, you are unintentional. Self-injury, Yan Ziyao pulled over the small mahogany square stool by the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, propped his head with his hands, looked at Jiang Zihan with an ignorant mood, and fell asleep until his eyes couldn't bear the weight; The upper purple bamboo glowed with a little purple fluorescence, which twisted into a ghostly thread and floated into the bed to be implanted in Jiang Zihan Lingtai.

Yan Ziyao slept for several hours, and when he woke up faintly, he found himself lying on the bed with a quilt covering him, shouldn't it be Jiang Zihan who was lying on the bed?What is this scenario?Yan Ziyao suddenly tossed off the quilt and turned over. He was about to put on his shoes and get out of bed to look for someone, but he heard Jiang Zihan whisper from behind the screen, "It's not bad, I woke up on time, the shopkeeper just sent Tong'er for supper, it's a beautiful day." It should be good with food and wine."