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The spring scene in March and a half attracted talented people from all walks of life, chanting poems, cooking wine and painting, and going to the banquet together.

A peaceful and tranquil scene, the joy and harmony of the national fortune Hengchang.

It is not unreasonable to set the spring in Shaohua March, and this vibrant scene will inevitably make the tributes express their hearts.

Three more days will be March 15, the first day of the three-year round of spring.

The tributes who came from all over the world have settled in the government temple, and the people who can live in the temple are all the best people from all over the world, and they all hope to be the first in one fell swoop and show their ambitions in the temple high school.

As expected, this session of the Spring Festival is still presided over by King Xuan, and the previous sessions of the Spring Festival were widely praised by the tribute students, for which they were even praised by the saints and respected by the people.

At this time, in front of the magnificent temple, there were two men, one tall and one short, tall in white, with pale faces, soft temperament, and weak wind. The short whole body is as black as charcoal, with a fierce momentum, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a white forehead.

"Brother, brother, how, enter, enter......" The younger brother seemed to stammer, as if he was spitting out every word with Yangshou.

"Brother, don't worry." The elder brother spoke softly, and his gentle tone was like a spring breeze.

As he spoke, his brother knocked lightly on the door, moving lightly for fear of knocking on the door, but there was no sound.

"Brother, brother, I'll come!" The younger brother stepped forward with a kick, and the door was dusty for a while, making an earth-shattering sound, and the boom disturbed the passers-by, and they all stopped to watch the excitement.

This black and white brother is really interesting, black and white are impermanent.

"Who is so daring? Dare to kick the door of the temple! An old porter rushed out of the side door with a curse.

The elder brother immediately stepped forward and bowed, and said happily: "Don't blame me, sir, the younger brother is reckless by nature, and he still looks at Haihan." ”

The voice was so low that the porter didn't even hear him, "What did you say?" ”

The younger brother immediately stepped forward and repeated, "My brother, my brother said, sir, don't, don't ......"

"If you have it, if it's Gongsheng, you will go in with me, not Gongsheng and leave quickly." The old gentleman waved his hand impatiently to show that he didn't want to listen, and turned to leave.

The brothers glanced at each other, and immediately followed the old gentleman in through the side door.

The younger brother muttered quietly as he entered the door, "Why don't you pretend to be black." ”

"Of course, it's more suitable for a lady." The elder brother teased slightly.

Laugh at her Beihu people are simple-minded and have well-developed limbs!

I'll settle accounts with him when I go back......

That's right, it was Rong Jing and Shi Jin who came to the temple to step on it.

Entering through the side door, you will be caught by a large cypress forest, it is the season of cypress leaf change, the thick green old needles fall to the ground, the tender yellow sprouts emerge, as soon as you walk in, the unique mellow aroma of cypress trees makes the body and mind comfortable.

Out of the cypress forest, three dozens of zhang buildings each stand on one side, exquisite eaves, intrigues, three dragons, majestic momentum.

In the meantime, there are many scholars who look like men coming and going, or groups of three or five chanting poems to the trees, or holding the scroll alone and looking at it carefully, you can feel the strong smell of ink from a distance.

The old gentleman didn't mean to stay, and took them directly to the first floor of the building on the east side, where many tribute students went up and down, most of them would cast searching eyes on them, and after entering, the old gentleman opened the door of the leftmost room.

When I entered the door, I noticed that there was a wooden sign hanging next to the door, with the words "counting room" written on it.

After the old gentleman entered, he sat down on the only Taishi chair in the room, opened a relatively new book of books next to the table, took the brush, dipped it in ink, and then looked at the black and white impermanence brothers standing next to each other.

"Name?"

Rong Jing said softly, "Xiaosheng Mo Hei." ”

Shi Jin stammered, "Sprinkle the family, Mo Momo, white." ”

This name is really amazing, one Mo Hei is really not black, one Mo Bai is really not white, the old gentleman twisted his beard and wrote down the names of the two.

"Where's the people?" As he asked, he tilted his body and pulled out a wad of red paper from the other side.

Shi Jin knew that it was the list of Ming Bao tribute students from various counties and prefectures, and this was to be checked, so he couldn't help but feel nervous, these two names were just nonsense last night, how could they appear on the official seal......

I only heard Rong Jing reply unhurriedly: "Feizhou people." ”

Feizhou is a county at the junction of Tanglin and Nanban, the security has always been not very good, and the folk customs are also very tough.

Could it be that Rongjing has already planted a hidden stake in the temple? So what else is she worried about......

Sure enough, Lao Xianxian looked at one of the red pieces of paper with a fascination in his eyes, but at the end it was written Mo Hei and Mo Bai.

"Well, why are you here so late, there are more tributes this year than in previous years, you two can only share the top room, since you are brothers, you must not mind, it is useless to mind, this is the key."

The old gentleman took one from a large claw key and threw it over.

"This building is a sleeping building, dedicated to the rest of the tribute students, washing, eating, etc., the north side is the inkstone book building, there are 10,000 books in it, 300 study rooms, as a place for studying, the west side is the Yanjin building, as a place to express one's opinions, learn from the group."

"This is the waist card of the two of you, in and out of the temple, the porter only recognizes the waist card and does not recognize people."

The old gentleman threw over two black wooden waist cards, with a gilded word "temple" on them.

Then he talked about a bunch of temple rules and taboos, and only after saying a pillar of incense did he pour a cup of herbal tea and drank it like thirst.

"I don't know what to call the old gentleman?" Rong Jing asked with a smile.

The old gentleman obviously didn't expect such a question, he was stunned, waved his hand and replied: "It's just a housekeeper, and now he is dying, and it's not worth mentioning." ”

Rong Jing was not reluctant, and the two bowed and retreated.

"What, does this person have any origins?" Shi Jin asked in a low voice.

"Don't you know?" Rong Jing chuckled.

Seeing Shi Jin's dazed face and fruitless recollection, Rong Jing stroked the gilded word "temple" on the black wood with his fingertips.

He muttered: "The waves of Lintianmo are turbulent. ”

Suddenly, Shi Jin blurted out: "The sound of the dragon shaking in the Feilin Hongshan." ”

"Mr. Thirteen Ink? Master! Shi Jin said uncertainly.

Wen Cong Mo Wu Conghong, known as the two major Taoli sects of Tangling, think that his father was a disciple of Mr. Mo Thirteen, after coming out of the mountain, he was famous all over the world after the title of the gold list in one fell swoop, it can be said that it was created by this old Mr. Mo.

According to the generation, she is the ancestor who should respect him. It's just that Mr. Mo is also sixty years old this year, and in terms of identity, status, and age, he shouldn't just be a warden......

Someone walked over and Rong Jing patted Shi Jin's shoulder.

"Let's go."

I really don't know what to think, I thought that I could finally sleep in a separate room with Rong Jing in the past three days, but there was no room!

However, the view from this room on the roof is good, and you can see the entire temple at a glance.

"Brother, help my brother pack his things." Rong Jing helplessly looked at Shi Jin, whose whole head was poking out and looking around.

"My brother has to take care of my brother." Shi Jin ignored it and still enjoyed the scenery.

The room sits east and faces west, and this window is just facing the several study rooms at the top of the inkstone study not far away.

Rong Jing, who was packing up his clothes, suddenly heard a "pop" sound, and saw Shi Jin close the window with a cold face, squatting down to sort out the books without saying a word.

"What's wrong?" Rong Jing was a little funny, and was frightened by the powerless scholar......

Shi Jin didn't reply to him, still keeping his head down, as if he was sulking.

Rong Jing glanced at the closed window, put down the clothes in his hand, squatted in front of Shi Jin, stretched out his hand, and his knobby fingers accurately crossed her eyelashes, wiping away some embarrassing tears for her.

"Are you finally willing to say it? I thought you'd let go next year. Rong Jing slowed down, as patient as a toddler.

After waiting for a long time, time seemed to stand still.

Finally, Shi nodded faintly.

The snow-covered past has been rediscovered.