On Ciyun Mountain, which is not high in the west of Sanjiang City, there is the famous Bowen Academy in Sanjiang, which is also the largest academy in Sanjiang and the official school of Fucheng.

Up the mountain road, there is an archway-style wooden building with the following book: Bowen Academy.

The academy is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with mountains and mountains, and the Biluo River in front of it, rippling blue waves.

The famous mountains and beautiful waters, the front and the back, the natural landscape and the cultural landscape are integrated, and the degree of coordination is high.

In front of it is a square, and there is a road next to it, and in the distance is the spacious building of the academy, and there is a wall that encloses the entire Tsz Wan Mountain, which has become the location of the academy.

At the entrance of the academy, there are many students wearing Lan shirts and scarves on their heads, and the cyan scholars are dressed up, making these teenage young people look youthful and budding.

There were also a number of horse-drawn carriages parked, and it was common for them to be sent to them, and there were also scholars who followed behind, carrying a book bag.

The academy square is close to the side of the mountain, and there is a pavilion with three middle-aged people in it, drinking tea and watching the scenery, chatting about the world and the earth, and spitting fragrant mouths.

These are the three great Confucians of the Bowen Academy, and they are all well-known in the entire Qianguo.

Next, there were academy disciples serving on the side, and among them was a delicate-looking young man, who said to his companions: "I heard that those classmates held a poetry meeting on the island in the heart of the West Lake, and I know how to write poetry in the Han Wen brothers, why didn't I go to participate?"

The companion scholar is also clear-eyed, handsome, the whole person gives people a kind of graceful temperament, this son's name is Su Wen, the word Chinese, is Chen Donglai's little brother, he spoke: "I and other students, should focus on their studies, seeing that the career is approaching, how can we waste time to have a leisure?"

"But if Brother Wen is tired of studying hard, we can go to the back mountain to play. ”

"Then let's go to the back mountain to see the scenery. ”

"Good!"

Su Wen looked at the smile of his companion Wen Zhuoran, and thought of the joy of being with Brother Wen, and also smiled.

Wen Zhuoran, the word is only south, the two are classmates of Bowen College in the same year, and they have similar interests, and the relative relationship between day and night is also very good.

The two glanced at each other and knew what the other party was thinking, smiling.

In the pavilion, the dean of the Bowen College and their mentors were entertaining friends who had come to live here.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and outside the pavilion, a young man wearing a scribe's green robe appeared out of thin air, carrying a huge scroll with a judge's pen wrapped in the center of the scroll, and bowed with his fists, "Report to your lordship, the infernal matter has been found." ”

In the pavilion, two middle-aged and one elderly man, after drinking tea, one of them was a middle-aged man in a scribe's purple robe, his face was not angry and arrogant, and he could hear the young man in the green robe outside talking, nodding slightly.

He stood up and apologized to the two people in the pavilion: "The world is entangled, the two brothers and I will finally have a farewell, and Wen is about to set off and enter Sanjiang." ”

"Brother Haojun, the things you deal with are the affairs of the heavens, and we are the mortal world. ”

"Yes, yes, Haojun is important on the day. ”

Two old scholars, one old and one middle-aged, saw the middle-aged man in the purple robe stand up, the envious look in his eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth to compliment.

"Farewell!"

The middle-aged scribe in the purple robe didn't say much, clasped his fists and bowed, and walked out of the pavilion.

Out of the pavilion, he glanced at Wen Zhuoran, the two looked at each other, nodded slightly, looked away and stepped forward, and a four-inch long wolf pen appeared in his hand.

"Farewell!"

Two scholars, an old man and a middle-aged student, also responded with fists.

"Let's go. ”

The middle-aged man wearing the purple robe of the scribe spoke to the person who came, the wolf pen in his hand pointed in the void, and the slight fluorescence at the tip of the pen jumped, and he wrote on the pen, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, and wrote in the air: "I am in five feet that is the South Heavenly Gate." ”

Then the strokes of this character were elongated, and a circle was drawn in the void, encircling the middle-aged man in the purple robe and the young man in the scribe and the young man in the green robe, and the literary aura swelled, enveloping the five-foot range of the two of them.

With a bang, both of them disappeared without a trace.

"This, that, this ......"

Su Wen saw everything, his face was full of shock, and he didn't know how to describe the sudden disappearance of the two big living people in front of him.

"Hanwen, there is no need to make a fuss, Brother Hao Jun was also a student of Bowen Academy. ”

The middle-aged scholar walked out and explained to Su Wen, "That's the magical means used by your predecessor Wen Junyan, who built the heart of the text, held the pen, and held the literary qi. ”

"Teacher, could it be that this is the means of Wen Neng to communicate with the gods?"

Su Wen was full of longing for this, today's events also opened the door to a new world for him, and he thought that his life was ordinary, but suddenly turned a corner, and the power of supernatural powers appeared in front of him.

"Hanwen, with your literary talent, you are a proud protégé of the teacher, and you will definitely have the opportunity to contact the world of Brother Hao Jun in the future. ”

The middle-aged scholar smiled with satisfaction and patted Su Wen on the shoulder, "Talented and brilliant, you can build your literary heart, cultivate your literary spirit, write your writing, and be able to write." ”

"Ah, this, that......"

Su Wen was speechless in surprise, and the middle-aged scholar didn't say anything, "You calm down and study hard, there will definitely be that day." ”

After speaking, he left the pavilion with the old dean.

In the pavilion, only Su Wen and Wen Zhuoran were left, and after the excitement, Su Wen looked at his companion, "Brother Weinan, have you seen it?"

"Looking at Hanwen's appearance, there was a bit of a fuss. ”

Wen Zhuoran smiled lightly, with a smile on his face, looking at Su Wen with some strange expressions, making him a little uncomfortable, "Could it be that Wei Nan already knew?"

A little excited, Su Wen grabbed Wen Zhuoran's shoulders with both hands, and looked at the other party squarely, expecting his answer.

Wen Zhuoran's face flushed, and his expression was a little strange.

"Ahem!"

Suddenly, there was a sound outside two days, Chen Donglai hurriedly drove the good road car, and finally went to Ciyun Mountain and came to Bowen Academy, but he saw the little brother, holding a man, and his mood was a little agitated.

"Little brother, I didn't expect you to be so good at playing?"

Seeing this scene, Chen Donglai felt that Su Wen was suspected of breaking his sleeves, so he squeezed a sentence.

"Ahh ”

Su Wen was taken aback, and hurriedly let go of Wen Zhuoran, but saw that the other party's face was also red, his eyes flashed, and he didn't dare to look at each other.

"Brother Zining, why are you here?"

"I'm naturally coming, otherwise how would I see you......"

Chen Donglai spoke very slowly, and he didn't say a word in the back, seeing what Su Wen said, the implication was naturally to engage in men.

Stared at Wen Zhuoran, glanced around, looked at the other party's Adam's apple, looked at the other party's figure, looked at the other party's chest, and sighed in his heart: "Is the little brother still very good at playing?

Seeing this, thinking of this, Chen Donglai was a little amused.

"Ah, Brother Zining, listen to me, I saw something big just now. ”

Seeing Chen Donglai's expression, Su Wen hurriedly explained, and explained the things that Wen could communicate with his mind before, in a simple three or two sentences.

Hearing this, Chen Donglai's void fingers hooked, and a fat doll condensed in his hand, and disappeared without a trace with a wave of his hand.