The sky was clear, and the morning sun shone obliquely on the street, and there were two rows of thick green on both sides of the road, and the branches of the trees still had the dew that had been translucent overnight. The wind www.biquge.info gentle and smooth, blowing the white clouds to the horizon, leaving a clear, clear blue sky.

Although it was only early in the morning, many people had already gone out of their homes to carry out "morning exercises".

This is a habit that Wuji Hou has carried forward, and it has been accepted and emulated by more and more people. Of course, there are very few places in the world like this one, which are peaceful and peaceful most of the time.

It's just that in Zhongshan Country, it's probably like this.

This is Wuji, and it has been called Wuji City by more and more people.

At the head of the street, under the shade of a large willow, two scholars were talking with a scroll.

The scrolls in their hands were no different, they were both made of fine jade paper, which was unimaginable elsewhere. On its dark blue cover, there are five big characters of "Jade Gongzi Anthology", phoenix dancing and dragon soaring. I heard that these words were engraved by Cai Yong and Cai Zhonglang himself, and then handed over to the printing workshop to be printed into a book.

However, no one would choose to do so if he was fortunate enough to receive a book from the Marquis himself, otherwise the price he would have to pay would be far higher than the money.

Zhang Yu's impression of the people of Zhongshan can be said to be like a spring rain that suddenly fell in a long drought, but while people are grateful, happy and loved, they will not ignore the thunderous sound that sometimes roars in the dense clouds.

Not to mention anything else, just those eight hundred tigers and wolves-like Wuji Wei are enough to make ordinary people fear like tigers.

The blue-clothed scholar gently picked up a page of paper with his fingers and stared silently for a long time.

"Brother Meng, with such a demeanor, isn't he overwhelmed by Wu Jihou's poems?" The white-clothed gentleman on the side quipped.

"Why not? Wu Jihou has Cai Zhonglang's comment: 'There is only one stone in the world, and Yulang is the only one fight', known as the first son of the world. You look at these poems and articles, they are as wonderful as nature, they are simply masterpieces of heaven and man. ”

When the white-clothed scholar heard this Brother Meng say this, he couldn't help but open the book again and start reading.

As for articles such as "Ai Lian Said", Changfu such as "A Fang Palace", they are all masterpieces that caused Shilin to shake, and Yu only has to appreciate and sigh...... It's just that this 'new word' seems to have touched some doorways. ”

"Xiao has also read it," the white-clothed scholar showed a look of joy on his face, "Brother Meng is really a confidant, and among the words, he likes the song "When is the Bright Moon"! Especially the sentence 'I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together', just this sentence, will teach the next will be regarded as a model, for his talent and convinced, I don't want someone in this world to create this wonderful style by themselves. ”

"Moreover," the corner of the mouth of the scholar named Meng Yu raised slightly, "This new style of words is the stage of the initial rise of grass, if the two of us can follow in the footsteps of Wujihou to contribute to it, it may not be famous in Shilin!" ”

"Xiao Zheng has this intention!" The two looked at each other and smiled, their hands clasped together.

"Brother Meng, Brother Yi!"

A person passed by on the street, dressed in a brown robe, and shouted the moment he saw the two of them, even gasping for breath and sweating profusely.

"Brother Wei, why are you so anxious?"

"You two don't know yet, this news is going crazy in recent days!"

Meng Yu and Yi Xiao glanced at each other, both with confusion in their eyes.

"The two of us are fortunate to have given the collection of essays to each other, and we have been studying at home recently, and we have not gone out until today, I don't know what Brother Wei said?"

"Wu Jihou Anthology? Where? When Brother Wei heard that there was still this thing, he didn't even bother to say the news, so he stepped forward and picked up a book and read it gently.

"Eh, you light!" Meng Yu was nervous for a while, for fear that his rude actions would damage the book slightly, this is a treasure that he wants to leave to future generations!

……

"The heavenly incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor! This sentence is a great good! The young man of the Wei clan pointed to this verse and was thrilled for a while, "Now that Chang'an is dead, Dong Zhuo's evil thief is still controlled by Li Guo and other Xiliang thieves, my Han man should put him in a sky-high array, put on golden armor one by one, and immediately penetrate Chang'an with a horizontal knife, rescue Your Majesty, and return my rivers and mountains to peace and tranquility!" ”

"Hmm...... I just don't know that Brother Wei is so important, what do you have to talk about? ”

"Ah...... Look at my brain, it's all to blame Hou Wencai, this poem is too well written, haha! He patted his forehead helplessly, and then sat down on the stone bench next to them.

"You two, do you know the Spirit Sword Gate?"

"This naturally knows, I heard that it was created by the former emperor and sword saint Wang Yue, whose martial arts are unfathomable, and he has previously opened a museum to accept apprentices and teach his profession, and the martial artists fill the streets and alleys, faintly having the name of the first person in Hebei martial arts!" Yi Xiao said with respect.

"Not only that, this Spirit Sword Gate has just moved to the mountain gate not long ago, I heard that it is not far from Wuji Pavilion, there are eight disciples in the whole door, sixty-four named disciples, and one hundred and seventy-three miscellaneous disciples, among which the name of the senior sister is unknown, known as [Thousand Miles of White Phoenix], a body of high kung fu, even the men of my generation are difficult to match, and have defeated thirteen emerging sect masters in Hebei in a row, and the people of the rivers and lakes are called [Phoenix Dance Thousand Miles of Grass is not born].

That senior brother Shi A will not mention it for the time being, you must have heard of the second senior brother of the Spirit Sword Sect. Meng Yu understands it well.

"This is natural, the first guard beside Wuji Hou, the fierce general Yan Liang's best friend Han Long, who else in Hebei doesn't know?" Yi Xiao said with a smile.

"Since both of you know, I'll say faster. According to Brother Meng and Brother Yi, this Spirit Sword Sect can be said to be the first sect in Hebei that is well deserved. ”

"Exactly." Meng and Yi nodded secretly.

"However, just a few days ago, something big happened!"

"What?"

"There are four cloth-clothed young men, all with a spear, who came to the Lingjian Gate Mountain Gate to deliver the war book!" The young man of the Wei clan naturally had the ability to flirt and exaggerate the atmosphere in his words, and in a few words, Yi Xiao and Meng Yu were also excited.

"I don't know if this rule has long existed in the rivers and lakes, and the person who delivers the war letter must pass the test of the other party all the way before he is qualified to send the war book or the prayer post.

Maybe it was the beginning of the Spirit Sword Gate, this test had not yet been set, and the four of them actually fought all the way, defeating fifty-two miscellaneous servants and eighteen registered disciples of the Spirit Sword Gate in a row, and went straight to the 'Sword Pavilion' where Wang Yue was recuperating, and was stopped by the senior brother Shi A.

It's just that this has been regarded as a great shame by the Spirit Sword Sect! ”