After Bu Qingyun saw off his uncle and left, he has been living in Liu's Mansion with peace of mind, because Liu's Mansion has done good deeds, whenever he walks out of Liu's Mansion, the people around him also respect him very much, and they don't despise him because of his young age. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As for the famous only son of Liu Mansion, he didn't even show up during this time, and he heard that he went out to look for the traces of the immortals, and he has not returned yet.

Every time someone mentions the eldest son of Liu, the old man Liu is helpless, obviously helpless against this only son.

Bu Qingyun smiled bitterly, at this point, the two families are just the opposite.

He didn't believe in the existence of immortals, but his father forced him to cultivate immortals and attain the Tao; Young Master Liu was intoxicated with looking for immortals and asked, but Old Man Liu was full of helplessness.

It's really a scripture that is difficult to read!

During this time, in addition to going to greet Mr. Liu every day, Bu Qingyun would also take the opportunity to go out of the house to participate in various literati gatherings, and made friends with many students from all over the world.

On this day, Bu Qingyun still followed the previous etiquette, after greeting Old Man Liu, he originally planned to participate in a large-scale Mobao competition that was set a few days ago, but because he was not familiar with the terrain, he walked into a fork in the road and came to a strange street in the Wei Capital.

Although it is in the same Weidu, it cannot be compared with the area where the previous **** has been, on the streets here, the pedestrians are yellow and thin, their eyes are dull, they don't see any vendors, even some tea shops and inns are rare, Bu Qingyun was surprised, and he left the Mobao Festival behind for a while.

"I didn't expect that in the bustling Weidu, there is such a desolate and depressed place!" Bu Qingyun secretly exclaimed.

Weiguo was originally just a small country, surrounded by strong enemies, all the time thinking about how to encroach on the land of Weiguo, the reason why there has been nothing to do in these years is because the domestic wind and rain in Weiguo are smooth, the four seas are leveling, and the national strength is also increasing.

Such a peaceful scene of society was something that Bu Qingyun had been exposed to since he was a child, but when he saw the scene on this street at this moment, his heart sank, and an extremely uneasy emotion came to his heart.

While he was pondering, he walked around a corner and saw a lonely teahouse in front of him, so he took three steps and made two steps and walked quickly towards the teahouse.

Before he could enter the teahouse, he heard a somewhat hoarse voice coming out, which seemed to be caused by talking too much and too much.

When he entered the teahouse, he saw that in the midst of a crowd of listeners, there was a storyteller who was spitting on him, telling a story about immortals, and when he was talking about the key point, he aroused the enthusiasm of the crowd, and he held his breath for fear of missing a word.

“… The tyrant emperor said fiercely: 'If you can split this mountain, the widow will believe that you are an immortal, and then as you said, not only will you build a Taoist temple in the palace and worship it every day, but you will also be granted amnesty to the world and exempted from taxes, but if you can't split this mountain, then the widow will not only divide your five horses, but also punish you nine tribes!'" ’

The scholar said only one word: 'Good! ’

The tyrant added, 'There are many worldly treasures in the arsenal of the widow's hidden arsenal, and among them there are many divine weapons and sharp weapons, you can choose at will. ’

Thinking about how the mortal blade could help the strength of the mountain and stone, the tyrant's implication was to ask him to choose a weapon, and if he didn't split the mountain, then it would be used to inflict on him.

Of course, the scholar understood this, but he only smiled faintly, and then turned and walked towards the towering mountain, and in the eyes of the tyrant, the scholar's body was like a flying flotsam, and he slowly floated into the air, until it was at the height of the mountain.

The scholar's sleeve robe was caressed, and a dazzling divine sword was already held in his hand, only to see that the scholar was not in a hurry, holding the fairy sword and gently slashing at the giant mountain void, the giant mountain was like a picture scroll, directly cut from it, and opened to the end! ”

The storyteller paused.

The crowd was listening attentively, but when they saw the storyteller stopping, they hurriedly asked, "What happened?" Where did the immortal go? Did the tyrant keep his promise to give the people a good life? ”

The storyteller stroked his beard, picked up a cup of tea, drank it all, and said unhurriedly: "I want to know what will happen next, and listen to the next decomposition!" ”

Although they had been satisfied, the audience had great respect for the storyteller, and applauded him as if he were the fairy in the story.

The storyteller was proud, but when he saw that someone in the crowd shook his head indifferently, he hurriedly stepped off the stage, came to Bu Qingyun and asked, "The old man shook his head when he saw the son, I don't know what to say?" ”

Bu Qingyun bowed and saluted, and said: "I am not talented in my later life, and I think that the immortals are fictional, and the story is obviously just made up, but Mr. said it as if he saw it with his own eyes. ”

Mr. Storyteller has always been full of kindness, even if Bu Qingyun refuted it so blatantly, he was not displeased at all, but defended himself, and said: "The old man traveled the world in the past, and he was fortunate enough to witness this incident with his own eyes, how can it be said that it is made up? If the son doesn't believe it, you can go to the east city of Weidu to find a fortune-telling old gentleman, at that time, the old gentleman was by the old man's side, and he also witnessed the matter with the old man, the son can go and ask, the answer is clear. ”

Bu Qingyun didn't like the atmosphere here very much, so he didn't continue to talk at the moment, but after answering the "yes", he clenched his fists and left the teahouse.

After leaving the teahouse, Bu Qingyun recalled Fang Cai's words of the storyteller, although he still shook his head and didn't believe it, but for some reason, there was a faint complication in his heart.

Bu Qingyun casually walked through the streets and alleys, strangely, he couldn't find a way out before, but now it didn't take long to walk, he actually walked out of the labyrinthine street, and came to the place where the Mobao Festival was held that he had been looking forward to these days.

Pedestrians were bustling with people, either to show off their style at the Mobao Festival, or just to watch, and everyone's faces were filled with excitement and joy.

This kind of grand ink fighting conference has attracted almost all the attention of the entire Wei capital, and even the Wei royal family has sent people to participate, which shows the importance of it.

But in Bu Qingyun's eyes, this Mobao Festival is full of extravagance, but the five cars of the rich are just a formality, and there is no ink on the chest but they are indiscriminate, which is not what he wants to see at all, and he can't help but worry about the future of the country.

So after a few glances, he returned to Liu's Mansion alone in frustration.

Before he entered the gate of Liu's Mansion, he heard a strange thudding sound from Liu's Mansion from a distance, mixed with some screams and shouts.

He thought that there were thieves breaking in the blue sky, so he hurriedly pushed open the courtyard door and rushed in, but when he saw it clearly, he was dumbfounded.

In front of him was originally a white-clothed young man with clear eyebrows, but at this moment, the white-clothed young man not only had a scorched black on his clothes, but even his face was like being smeared with mud, revealing only two white eyes.

On the ground around him was a large scorched shard, as if something had exploded.

"Is that you?"

The two shouted out in unison.

It turned out that the young man in front of him turned out to be the scribe who told him the story of the fairy sword splitting the mountain on the way to Beijing earlier.

Originally, he didn't pay attention to the story that this young man said because he didn't believe it, but at this moment, the moment he saw this young man, Bu Qingyun's mind actually connected what he said with the story told by the storyteller before.

What these two people are talking about is clearly the same story!

When the white-clothed young man saw Bu Qingyun intruding, he asked, "It turns out that Brother Tai is the nephew of Uncle Bu who came to the mansion as a guest?" ”

When Bu Qingyun saw the situation in front of him, he had already guessed the identity of this young man, and asked, apart from the famous Liu Mansion Gongzi, who else would have nothing to eat and have nothing to do to toss these dangerous things?

"In the next step Qingyun, I have seen..."

Before Bu Qingyun finished speaking, he was directly snatched away by the prince of Liu Mansion, and said: "Why are we also fateful, since you are the same age as me, we can be commensurate with brothers, there is no need to be so literary, it looks like an outsider." ”

Before Bu Qingyun could respond, the young man found that he hadn't signed up for a long time, so he said, "My name is Liu Xin!" ”

"Liu Xin?"

Bu Qingyun suddenly had an inexplicable shock in his heart, before in the Liu Mansion, the subordinates were replaced by the son of the Liu Mansion, he didn't know the name of the son of the Liu Mansion, and when he heard it for the first time at this moment, it made him feel very familiar, as if he had seen this name on something before, and this thing was very important.

He also wanted to explain it with an illusion, but the feeling was so strong that even he couldn't convince himself, but no matter how much he racked his brain, he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

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