I have a city that never sleeps

Everyone looked intently, and saw that the place where the wall glowed with golden light was the stone wall in front of Xiao Shi.

And after two breaths, the golden light gradually receded, but the animal scroll imprinted on the wall did not disappear at all, instead it became more dazzling with a light golden color, which looked more vivid and extraordinary than on paper.

Everyone looked at this painting carefully. What Xiao Shi painted was a white tiger with piercing eyes, walking in the courtyard, surrounded by flowers and butterflies. The scene was vivid and interesting, and they couldn't help but admire it Get up: "Brother Xiao's painting skills have improved again, this picture of a white tiger is quite realistic, no wonder even the stone walls of the city that never sleeps recognize Brother Xiao's painting!"

"That's right, this is the only painting that is allowed to stay on the stone wall, brother Xiao is a genius, I admire it! I admire it!"

Amid the compliments from everyone, Xiao Shi's face turned reddish and he bowed his hands in return in embarrassment.

But from the corner of his eye, he subconsciously glanced at Su Buyi's face beside him, hesitating to speak.

Su Buyi looked at this white tiger picture, and immediately thought of the white tiger he had made and defeated Xiao Shi, and couldn't help laughing: "That's right, it's a big improvement compared to before."

No one's praise could exceed the joy this sentence brought to Xiao Shi. Xiao Shi became excited visibly with the naked eye, and his smile almost reached the corner of his mouth.

Ever since Su Buyi won the competition that day, Xiao Shi has been training hard, even after studying with his brothers, he would secretly practice in the room.

He wanted to prove that he could keep improving, and he wanted Su Buyi to recognize his strength.

And today, he finally did it!His efforts did not betray him!And let everyone recognize the paintings he drew!

At this moment, endless colors burst out from Xiao Shi's eyes, and the aura emerging from those jet-black pupils was so bright that even the other students who watched around noticed.

"Brother Xiao...how about you, your eyes?" Some students who didn't know why were frightened and took a step back.

Xiao Shi was at a loss: "What's wrong with me?"

Everyone looked at each other in amazement, only Su did not question: "How do you feel now?"

Xiao Shi felt his body, and replied: "Inexplicably relaxed and comfortable, full of energy, I feel that it is no problem to draw another picture."

Su Buyi smiled and nodded: "That's right, this is the performance of talent in the body."

Recalling what he said about the benefits he would get from leaving the paintings, everyone's eyes lit up and they looked at Xiao Shi with envy.

They always felt that Xiao Shi's aura suddenly changed when he raised his hands and stamped his feet, becoming unrestrained and elegant, with extraordinary agility, which is beyond the reach of others.

Is this the so-called talent?

"...I want to study hard and practice hard. One day, I hope that I can also leave my paintings in this city that never sleeps for everyone to appreciate!" A student couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in his heart.

After hearing his words, the rest of the people seemed to have a flame in their chests, and their fighting spirit became more and more high-spirited!

"That's right, man, it should be so!"

"Next time I come to the city that never sleeps, I will definitely do it!"

Seeing how they were working hard, Su Buyi knew that the goal of leading them to the city that never sleeps had been achieved.

It is one thing to want the power of scholars to support Everbright City, but as a scholar, Su Buyi knows how difficult it is for scholars to succeed, so he wants to give these scholars a hand, hoping that they can also welcome their own glorious future. future.

"Okay, then you can go to the city that never sleeps." Su Buyi took two steps forward, pointed to the gazebo in front of him and briefly introduced, "Mr. Li Bai is drinking in the gazebo. He usually likes to recite poems and enjoy the moon. If you are interested, you can go to him. Those who are interested in painting can also go on, there is a bookstore that sells folding fans, poems, poems, and paintings, and maybe you will be lucky enough to see the original author there.”

"As for those who like piano, there is a piano workshop next to the bookstore, and you can also buy musical instrument scores; those who like chess can go to the Linglong Chess Game on the main street to play against others. You can explore the rest of the place by yourself. If you have important matters, you can find me at the bookstore, and I usually stay there."

Seeming to be a little tired, Su Buji yawned lazily, and waved to them: "Okay, let's disband. Enjoy tonight's fun."

"Yes." All the students looked at the good teacher who brought them to the city that never sleeps, and couldn't help but burst into tears. They can get so many benefits because of Mr. Su. This kindness is no matter what. Unrepayable, "Thank you sir!"

In the end, he told him a few words not to stir up trouble, and even if he did, don't pester him and just throw the token, someone will come to maintain order, so Su Buyi walked away slowly.

The rest of the scholars stayed where they were, belatedly realizing that they had really come to the city that never sleeps, and were a little overwhelmed with excitement.

Immediately, they walked together in twos and threes, discussing where to go to see the world.

Tang Cheng and other former dude disciples also formed a team naturally.

Although their personalities have changed a lot, and they have had a lot of contacts with ordinary students, the rest of the students still respect them because of their identities, and there is always a gap when getting along. Therefore, even if it is for everyone to play Happy, Tang Cheng will not take the initiative to ask them to accompany him.

"Brother Tang, where do you think it is better to go first?"

They had long ago decided that they would use their limited time to quickly visit the entire city that never sleeps, and they didn't need any money. At most, it was a question of where to go first and then where to go, so they gave Tang Cheng the habit of choosing.

But Tang Cheng thought about it, and decided: "Go to the pavilion to meet Mr. Li Bai first, such a talented gentleman, he should go to greet him anyway."

Everyone nodded in unison: "That's true."

So several people walked towards the gazebo.

They were not walking fast, and they could see several students gathered in the gazebo from a distance.

And one of the men standing in the middle who was not wearing a Confucian robe was very conspicuous. He was stroking his beard with one hand and holding a wine glass in the other. His aura seemed to be soaring into the sky, with a powerful and noble aura.

Tang Cheng's eyes lit up and they rushed over immediately.

When I got closer, I realized that although this gentleman is middle-aged, he is full of energy, has a chic demeanor, and a kind attitude, without any estrangement that is difficult to get close to.

"All the students are here to play in the city that never sleeps." He glanced at the enthusiastic students around him, squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Exactly, I just passed by the poem on the wall and saw Mr.'s "Drinking Alone under the Moon", and I felt happy, so I wanted to visit Mr., Mr. is a great talent, and the students admire him very much!" A student introduced respectfully.

This sentence made Li Bai laugh, and his mood was extremely open: "Coincidentally, I was feeling very lonely drinking to the moon, so you came here. Could it be some kind of fate? I wonder if you would like to sit down with me." Let's drink together, don't get drunk and don't return?"

All the students looked at each other, smiled and cupped their hands at the same time and said, "Okay, if you don't get drunk, you won't go home!"

Li Bai smiled happily. He looked at the dozens of students in front of him, shook his head and said, "There are too few seats here to accommodate everyone, why don't you go to the bookstore for a drink with me."

Everyone also wanted to see the bookstore that claimed to hide many famous teachers, so they followed Li Bai forward.

Walking through almost the entire quiet corridor and arriving at the wide and lively street, everyone suddenly felt enlightened.

They actually met other people who came to the city that never sleeps, and this is the bustling street of the main street.

It was the first time for all the students to see such a bustling and beautiful street, even more magnificent than the capital city. They were dazzled for a while and didn't know where to look. They just followed Li Bai's footsteps and walked to the shops on one side.

As soon as they entered the door, a smell of ink from books permeated the tip of their noses. This familiar smell made them calm down and subconsciously observe their surroundings.

I saw that the bookstore is huge, with beautiful landscape pictures hanging on the walls on all sides, and exquisite folding fans are placed on the shelves below. There are either paintings or poems on the folding fans, which are quite Beautiful fonts are pleasing to the eye.

Tang Cheng picked up the fan and opened it, only to see the name of the poem inscribed on the fan: "Song of Tomorrow", author: Qian Fu.

"Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows, I live for tomorrow, everything will come true...wasted..."

Tang Cheng read the whole poem slowly. At first, he only thought this poem was very interesting, so he read it with amused interest.

But then he suddenly became serious, and couldn't put it down, "This is to persuade people not to waste time and waste time. This poem is so catchy that even young children can understand it. The author's intentions are really good." Bitter."

The more he read the poem, the more he felt that the poem was very vigilant. Tang Cheng suddenly wanted to buy it, and he inadvertently picked up another folding fan, and saw other poems on it: The censer in the sun emits purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in the distance. Qianchuan, flying down three thousand feet, is suspected to be the Milky Way falling nine days.

"Okay, okay!" This made Tang Cheng extremely excited, his whole body became excited, the more he read the poem, the more he liked it, and when he looked at the author, it turned out to be Mr. Li Bai again!

"It's amazing. Whether it's words or metaphors, this poem is beyond my imagination. As expected of Mr., you can write such amazing quatrains!"

Closing his eyes, he seemed to be able to see the raging waterfall cascading down. Tang Cheng couldn't help looking for a few more folding fans, only to find that the poems mentioned on them were all wonderful, and Mr. Li Bai's works were especially numerous, which made everyone I intuitively felt what kind of genius sitting in front of everyone, and I became more respectful in my heart.

And Xiao Shi also couldn't put it down facing one landscape painting after another. To be honest, these paintings are a hundred times more beautiful than the ones he has collected at home. Who can resist this!

Xiao Shi walked quickly in the bookstore, and accidentally bumped into Tang Cheng who was coming from the opposite direction. The two looked at each other, and they both saw the entanglement and reluctance in his eyes.

"Brother Tang...do you want to buy this fan?"

"Brother Xiao probably wants to buy these paintings too."

The two couldn't help smiling slightly, Brother Tang/Brother Xiao knew me too!

"In that case... why don't we buy them together?"

"I think it's good, let's buy it together!"

The two hit it off immediately, and quickly joined the buying, buying, buying army, packing and taking away all the fan paintings they liked.

And those who can't afford to spend money just sat on the seats, drinking and chatting with Mr. Li Bai, very comfortable. It happened that there were more than 20 people. Together, they even played a drinking order, which made the scene lively stand up.

On the other hand, Qinfang and Zhenlong Chess Bureau were not idle, and also attracted many interested students.

Everyone appreciated the piano skills, marveled at the material of the instrument and the wonderfulness of the score, and even saw many musical instruments that had not been seen before.

"What kind of instrument is this, and how should it be played?"

Dong Yong looked at half of the instruments played in the crescent moon style, very curious.

He thought it was just his lack of knowledge, but after asking many of his classmates, they all knew nothing about this instrument.

During their discussion, there were also some young masters from the rivers and lakes who liked to enjoy music, and would occasionally come in to enjoy it, but most of them wandered around casually and left.

During this time, someone suddenly exclaimed: "Isn't this musical instrument a konghou?"

The person Dong Yong was discussing subconsciously looked over and saw that he was a rich and well-dressed young man. He felt a little cautious, but he still couldn't help asking: "Young master, have you seen this musical instrument?"

"Of course I have." Mr. Jinyi smiled friendly, "As long as you go to Qingfeng Pavilion, you will see famous actors and actresses playing."

"This is an instrument that belongs exclusively to the city that never sleeps. Famous actors and actresses will teach everyone about these instruments and how to play them after the performance. If you are curious, you can go and have a look."

Seeing Dong Yong and the others look a bit embarrassed and entangled, Mr. Jinyi thought for a while and said, "I also want to go to Qingfeng Pavilion, why don't we go in together? If you just watch the singing and dancing, you won't be asked for any fees, just don't worry."

As soon as these words came out, Dong Yong and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and a little embarrassed, nodded indiscriminately: "Thank you, my lord!"

So a group of people walked to Qingfeng Pavilion, and seeing several scholars also came to this romantic place, Dong Yong and others became the focus of people in an instant.

Isn't it true? If you look around, the guests in Qingfeng Pavilion are all rich and well-clothed sons or chic and heroic wanderers. They all have one common characteristic, that is- they are not short of money.

So it seems that Dong Yong and others, whose Confucian robes have been washed white, are simply incompatible with the luxurious Qingfeng Pavilion.

Everyone's strange eyes fell on Dong Yong and the others, and they couldn't help muttering: "How come even scholars can enter this kind of place, can they afford the money?"

Although the voice was not loud, it was still heard by Dong Yong and others, and they couldn't lift their heads in shame and indignation.

They just felt that everyone's gaze was as sharp as a needle point, which made them feel uncomfortable and wanted to leave very much.

However, at this moment, a charming chuckle came from the second floor.

Wearing a fiery red robe and a veil, the woman gracefully stepped down from the round platform, and smiled slightly at everyone: "This is the city that never sleeps, a city that never sleeps and treats everyone equally. Here, there is no need for everyone to be distinguished. In this breeze The same goes for the court."

"I welcome all the guests who come to enjoy the singing and dancing, and please don't pay attention to the things outside your body."

Seeing her appearance, the eyes of all the guests at the scene lit up: "Miss Xin'er!!"

At this moment, there were still people who were concerned about the scholars, and they all stood up and greeted Miss Xin'er.

And Ji Wuxin returned the gifts one by one, elegant and dignified, beautiful and extravagant.

This kind of scene also made Dong Yong and the others stunned. Seeing that the leader of the famous actress in the city that never sleeps took the initiative to help them out of the predicament, there was a little bit of excitement and joy in their hearts.

"Is this Miss Xin'er the legendary leader who is unparalleled in beauty? She is really understanding, gentle and generous." The students couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Haha Miss Xin'er's charm is not limited to these, her singing and dancing are especially outstanding, you must watch carefully."

The young master who brought them here before sat down at a table and invited them to sit together.

But Dong Yong and the others naturally wouldn't take advantage of him any more. They shook their heads and refused to sit down, standing stiffly on both sides.

There were only a few of them standing in the whole room, and they stood out from the crowd.

But this weird scene didn't last long. At this moment, a maidservant suddenly came to Dong Yong and the others respectfully, and bowed to them: "You are the scholars brought by Mr. Su. The new rules of Qingfeng Pavilion, scholars can Get a pot of tea and a pot of wine to sit down, but you need to pass some tests, I wonder if you are willing to participate?"

Dong Yong and the others looked at each other in surprise, they didn't expect such benefits.

It's all here, so I naturally have to experience it: "Thank you, I'm willing to participate."

The maid nodded, and then introduced: "There are five types of tests in this test, which are divided into piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and stereotyped articles. As long as you pass one, you can get a free qualification."

"Students who choose calligraphy and painting can leave their own works on the wall poems and murals in the turning corridor. As long as they can be recognized as talented, it will be considered a pass."

Speaking of this, all the students who were listening carefully looked at each other in blank dismay, very complicated, after all they all tried to leave their works, but only Xiao Shi succeeded.

The difficulty of this test does not seem small.

Just when I thought that there must be no chance for free, I heard the servant girl say: "If you are good at piano or chess, why not go to Qinfang and Zhenlong Chess Game to have a look, as long as you can pass the master's test, you will be considered a victory."

"If none of these four methods work, then there is a simpler way, which is to write stereotyped articles on the spot."

"Within one hour, if you can write an article that satisfies Mr. Su, you can also get a free qualification."

Hearing this, all the students were relieved. Fortunately, the latter tests seem to be much easier than calligraphy and painting.

But Dong Yong and the others still couldn't laugh or cry. They didn't expect that even if they came to the city that never sleeps, they would have to show their talents and think hard about stereotypes. This was no different from attending a class in a school.

At first glance, this question is Mr. Su's idea. Except for him, no one has casually asked the question as if stereotyped Chinese cabbage.

But what can they do, after finally coming to the city that never sleeps, are they willing to just look at the scenery and not taste the divine tea and drinks that are touted by everyone?

What's more, they don't have any money, and they are already very grateful to be able to get such an opportunity for free.

As a result, a group of students began to discuss which test would be better to take.

"I prefer to play chess, so let's go to the Zhenlong Chess Bureau and have a look. Is there any brother together?"

"Well, I just came back from the piano workshop and I didn't expect to go back again, but I can't help it. I can only play music. I hope the test can be easier."

As for students like Dong Yong, who have never studied the other four arts, they can only choose stereotyped test questions helplessly.

What made him both expected and unexpected, Fu Xuan actually chose stereotyped writing.

However, Fu Xuan's stereotyped essays were amazing, and there was a high probability that he would be able to pass. Dong Yong gave him an envious look, and then followed the maid to a relatively quiet room on the second floor, waiting for the test papers to be distributed.

At the same time, other students also walked towards Qinfang or Zhenlong Chess Bureau one after another. They walked lightly along the way and had a natural attitude. They didn't seem to pay much attention to the test questions, but how could they easily pass the test from the city that never sleeps? Woolen cloth?

A student swaggered and sat on one side of the Zhenlong chess game, looking at the emaciated old man on the other side, with a hint of inquisitiveness flashing in his eyes.

This is the person who will test him?

He looks like an ordinary old man.

There was nothing unusual about this old man, his hair was over half a hundred years old and his hair was white, but his eyes were very bright. When he saw him sitting down, he picked up a sunspot and dropped it on the chessboard without saying a word.

click-

There was a clear and crisp sound when the chess pieces collided with the chessboard. The calm and ruthless move of the chess made the student opposite him shudder.

He looked at the old man cautiously again, and also picked up the white piece and landed it on the lower right side of the black piece.

The speed of the match between the two is not too slow, and it can't help but attract the attention of other students.

Looking carefully, the old man on the opposite side played chess very fast, almost without any time to think, but every move was so precise and every step was so treacherous.

The students who confronted him actually felt heavy pressure in this chessboard. There was psychological pressure, but the more important thing was the gap in strength.

At first, he was able to play more easily, but as the situation unfolded, his mentality became more and more serious, his eyebrows frowned closer and closer, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his whole body tensed up, as if he had jumped out of cold water. Fish out is average.

He could feel the horror of his chess pieces being swallowed by the opponent's chess pieces. The opponent's chess style was fierce and determined, there was no doubt about it. Whenever he wanted to avoid a fight, Heizi would bite his big dragon as fast as possible. , Surrounding him quickly, cutting off all his hopes.

But when he was forced to fight desperately, his tactics were completely defeated by Heizi, and he was killed almost instantly.

Heizi never gave him a ray of kindness, never gave him a ray of light, and just devoured all his chess pieces indifferently.

Even though he was struggling desperately, he still felt the pressure of fear like a mountain.

The white piece caught in his fingertips couldn't fall down for a long time, the student bit his lips tremblingly, and in the end he could only lower his head in disappointment: "I...lost."

He put down the chess pieces and saluted the old man opposite. This salute contained admiration and gratitude, and he was completely overwhelmed by the opponent's chess skills.

"Mr. is a great talent, I am ashamed to be a kid."

The onlookers shook their heads in amazement, their classmates were already very good at chess, but the old man seemed to be playing with a three-year-old child, winning very easily and comfortably, so how could they win?

The students who played chess were even more ashamed and uneasy. It was too embarrassing to be defeated in the end when they went up with confidence.

He just wanted to turn around and leave this embarrassing place, but he never wanted to be stopped suddenly by the old man: "Wait."

The voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, but no one in the room dared to underestimate the old man, and they all looked at him suspiciously.

The old man ignored everyone's gaze, but slowly opened the wooden box beside him, took out the exquisite seal, and then raised his chin towards the student to signal him to extend his hand.

The student blinked and stretched out his palm hesitantly. The next moment, the back of his hand was pressed hard by the seal, and he even stayed there for a while.

After the seal was lifted, a bright red mark was left on the back of the hand: "...is this?"

"The test has passed." The old man slowly put away the seal again, and said calmly, "You can go."

The student was extremely surprised, "But didn't I lose?"

The old man frowned: "Whoever stipulates that you can't pass the test if you lose, your chess skills are good, keep improving, don't waste your talent."

This sentence made the students extremely excited and ecstatic.

Obtaining the test is one aspect. To be praised by such a powerful chess player, as a person who loves chess, this is also a very happy thing.

"Thank you, sir! Students must continue to explore chess skills. If there is a chance to come to Everbright City next time, I will definitely discuss it with sir!"

His success is good news for other students, and everyone immediately went to the ground full of confidence, hoping to be approved and praised.

As a result, a few students in a row were defeated by the old man, let alone passed, the old man was so disgusted that he didn't want to say a word to them, everyone left disappointed, so they had to think of other ways.

And there are many students gathered in the piano workshop, their test is to play a piece of piano in front of the master, as long as they can get the master's approval, they will pass the test.

But this test is also not that simple.

The owner of the Qinfang is a woman, and she is very well dressed, but her expression is quite cold, all she needs to do is give her a slight glance, and the students she looks at will subconsciously keep quiet and dare not say a word.

And the piano skills she evaluated were only three grades, upper, middle and lower.It cannot be considered a pass unless it has received a superior rating.

Many students went up confidently, but retreated sadly, without getting a look from the owner of the piano workshop.

Only Yang Hao went up to play a guzheng piece, and finally won the favor of the master.

"Yes, the skills are there, but the artistic conception is still far behind."

When Yang Hao heard it, he was thoughtful. Since he lost to Su Buyi, he has been reflecting on his piano skills, but he hasn't made much progress.

He faintly felt that it was the reason for his lack of affection, but now that his master had pointed it out, he felt a sudden realization.

The host said: "If this song "High Mountain and Flowing Water" can bring three points of artistic conception, I can let you pass the test."

Yang Hao smiled wryly and shook his head: "Let me feel the artistic conception now, and I don't have a clue, I'm afraid I will disappoint you."

Unexpectedly, the owner of the piano workshop smiled slightly, flicked his sleeves, and asked: "In this case, would you like to experience the beauty of mountains and waterfalls for yourself, and then show it to me?"

"...Mountains and waterfalls?" Yang Hao was surprised, "The city that never sleeps is a city, there shouldn't be such a place."

"No, but it can be created." The owner of the piano shop said something meaningful, and suddenly got up and led Yang Hao to a door, motioning him to open the door and go in.

Yang Hao glanced at her inexplicably, then tried to push open the door and walked in slowly.

But the scene in front of him was so shocking that he suddenly widened his eyes, extremely shocked.

Because he unknowingly came to a raging waterfall!

The towering and majestic mountain peaks can completely see the clouds floating on the top of the mountain, and the turbulent water pours down from the top of the mountain, which is majestic and very spectacular.

Yang Hao was attracted by this never-before-seen beauty, and subconsciously wanted to get closer to observe, but the next moment, his body suddenly soared into the air, actively floated to the top of the waterfall, and observed the scenery below from a bird's-eye view.

Such a perspective made him fearful and excited at the same time, not knowing exactly where he had arrived.

Is this the magic of the city that never sleeps?

Although he only saw the tip of the iceberg, Yang Hao was completely convinced!

He tried to manipulate the scenery here, and found that with his thoughts, he could change the angle of view. He could float in the air, stand at the foot of the mountain, and even penetrate the waterfall to explore the cave behind.

After observing from multiple angles, Yang Hao gradually understood a lot about the artistic conception of high mountains and flowing waters while being nervous and excited.

Sure enough, observing in person is the best way to experience the artistic conception personally. Yang Hao sat under the waterfall in a cool way, and in front of him was a manifested guzheng.

He closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment, put his fingers on the strings, and played "Mountains and Flowing Water" again——

This time, his melody conquered all the students, and everyone spontaneously gave him applause.

"You passed." The owner of the piano workshop took out his exclusive seal and printed it on the back of his hand, and encouraged him with a smile on his face, "Good job, remember the feeling just now."

"Yes!" Yang Hao's eyes filled with enthusiasm, and his heart was filled with joy, "Thanks to you, the students' piano skills can be improved to a higher level, and the students will never forget your teachings, thank you sir!"

……

At the same time, those who still stayed in Qingfeng Pavilion to do stereotyped papers also handed in their papers one after another.

Fu Xuan was almost the first to get up, and without changing his face, he accepted the comment brought back by Su Buyi: Not bad.

As for the others including Dong Yong, they only got a fair evaluation. Of course, Su Buyi also carefully pointed out their shortcomings, which benefited him for a long time.

But among these people, only Fu Xuan passed through, was invited to the seat, and was given a pot of tea and snacks for free.

This kind of super treatment made the rest of the people envious and jealous, so they could only stand by and watch Fu Xuan eagerly, and couldn't help urging: "Taste the tea in the city that never sleeps, isn't it as magical as in the legend?"

Fu Xuan was also somewhat curious about the tea, upon hearing this, he poured a cup for himself without saying a word, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

It was said that this cup of tea was worth 100 taels of silver, and they couldn't afford it at all. Seeing Fu Xuan's recklessness, everyone felt very heartbroken and wished to condemn Fu Xuan on the spot.

After Fu Xuan calmly drank the tea, his expression didn't change much.

After a few breaths, he suddenly felt warm all over his body, as if soaking in a hot spring, his pores were open, and he felt very comfortable, wishing to close his eyes and take a nap.

"How is it?" All the students were looking forward to his feedback, "Has there been any changes?"

Fu Xuan thought for a while: "It's very warm."

All the students: "..." What kind of evaluation is this? I'm afraid a three-year-old child can describe it more richly than you! !

Giving it to Fu Xuan for an evaluation almost made them mad, they just couldn't understand, but fortunately, a maidservant nearby took the initiative to explain: "Ordinary people drink this tea, it has the effect of coagulating blood and nourishing qi, and clearing the spirit platform. .”

The students who had never learned martial arts looked at each other in blank dismay, half understanding.

The maid could only say: "The short answer is that strength will increase and wisdom will increase."

"Oh!" Then all the students suddenly realized, and couldn't help but marvel, "That's right, it's really amazing!"

Dong Yong couldn't help but look at the teacup in front of Fu Xuan a few more times, with unstoppable envy hidden in his eyes.

"Do you want to drink?" Unexpectedly, Fu Xuan caught his gaze and handed a cup of tea to his hand, "Here."

Dong Yong was immediately flattered, his relationship with Fu Xuan was not very good, yet the other party was able to give him such precious tea directly.

This, this... Could it be that Fu Xuan has a cold face and a kind heart, but he is actually a very good person? !

Dong Yong's eyes filled with emotion, "Good man, Brother Fu, you are really a good man! I misunderstood you before."

Unexpectedly, Fu Xuan looked at him inexplicably: "You are Mr. Su's eldest disciple, and you are also Huiyuan. If you rank extremely low in the next palace examination, you will embarrass Mr. Su."

"After drinking this cup of tea, I hope you don't disappoint Mr. Su and take the exam well."

Dong Yong: "..."

... Well, he was being self-indulgent.