"The court officials are used to manage and educate the people, not simply to achieve your personal goals. Therefore, only by using money to satisfy the officials, then it can be better for the officials to serve the people, instead of being a local snake and a sleeping dragon and tiger. He took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Of course, today's talk is just to spend the belly of those real Kuangfu Society gentlemen with the careful eye of my Yang someone." A few of them complained after drinking, and just laughed. ”

The crystal clear noodle soup enters the stomach, and a special fragrance remains between the teeth, which is indeed delicious.

Shu Zhenghao nodded and said, "Dean Yang's words are worthy of our common understanding. I can't have a good time tonight, I don't know if Dean Yang is free, come with me to the academy."

"It's so late, so let's not go." Yang Fan thought he was going out of the city, and after a few days of driving, he was also tired, so he didn't plan to go out of the city and bump again.

Shu Zhenghao smiled and said, "It seems that you have misunderstood." This academy is not the other academy, but a broken alley, where everyone is looking for a pure land and gathering together, and no one else is allowed to go in and disturb it on weekdays. There are no stars and no moon tonight, go over and see how it goes"

Yang Fan thought about it, and originally wanted to invite Bu Laodao and Chen Wangting to go together, but the two of them didn't seem to be that interested, shook their heads and said that they wanted to drink and let Yang Fan go alone. Yang Fan was helpless, and he was embarrassed to shirk it, so he said: "Since everyone Shu is invited, it is better to be respectful than obey your fate." ”

A few students on the side looked at Shu Zhenghao with blank eyes, as if they were a little thirsty. Shu Zhenghao smiled and said, "Okay." Make an exception today and let you go together. ”

Broken Alley is located in the poorest area of Guo outside Jiujiang City, and it is rare to see traveling merchants and hawkers on weekdays. The group walked to the broken alley, and the alleyway was empty, only the lights in the house, dotted with stars. Stay all night.

Rongde Hall, Xun Zhai, Xian Tang, Jing Bi Zhai, one study room after another, lined up on the left and right, extended. After a group of people followed Shu Zhenghao to the book alley, they all dispersed. Most people, though. They all went to the deep alley to rest and fast. That's right, a break is Shu Zhenghao's study. Naturally, everyone rushed over there to see their husband's masterpiece.

"Dean Yang, why don't you walk around," Shu Zhenghao could vaguely see a figure still standing in place. In the dark night, Shu Zhenghao's eyesight became weaker, but he didn't rely on vision to distinguish people.

"Oh, I don't know calligraphy. Go join in the fun. Yang Fan just walked over for a walk. Although he could write, he always believed that calligraphy was just a tool, and that it was a bit of a waste of time to become an art.

"There is no such thing as knowing or not understanding the way of calligraphy. As long as you can feel a little bit of experience from a work. If you can feel the mood of the person who is calligraphy, you will get started. Shu Zhenghao smiled.

"If you feel the mood of the writer, it's also a kind of fun, and it doesn't hurt to take a look at it casually, but I don't know if you can go in casually."

"This is natural, but some study owners don't like to be disturbed, Dean Yang can try it. Those who can come to Broken Alley generally know that it is my friend Shu Zhenghao, and this face will still be given. ”

"Listening to the rain in the middle of the room" Yang Fan casually glanced at the half-broken study on the corner of the alley, and his eyelids jumped. Even his breathing was disturbed. The two forces hidden in his dantian trembled a little at this moment. "Shu Shu, everyone, I don't know if you can allow me to go over there and have a look."

"You're sure you're going to go halfway up, if the master agrees. It doesn't hurt Dean Yang to go in. ”

Yang Fan saluted and said, "Then thank you." ”

Shu Zhenghao waved his sleeves and motioned for An Zimu to come over. In the darkness of the night, the crystal lenses flickered as they moved.

"Is anyone there, please?" the lights were on in the middle of the building, and Yang Fan obviously asked a boring question. The candles in the paper window flickered, and there was no movement. "Excuse me"

"Noisy death" There was an angry shout from the study. Yang Fan's breath stagnated, and the hand knocking on the door stopped on the door panel.

After a moment of silence, he pushed the door straight in. Half of the building was really cramped. A table, a candlestick. The old man was copying something while sitting at his desk, and there were words all around the wall. I heard a noise behind me. The old man turned his head in surprise, his face full of anger. "Who let you in" he was dressed in coarse linen. Due to the aggressive action, he wiped his sleeve directly into the inkstone.

Yang Fan didn't reply, his eyes stared straight at the big word on the wooden board in the middle. For some reason, as soon as he looked at it, he couldn't take his eyes off it anymore. He felt that the ghost power in his body directly occupied the entire dantian and began to spread wildly.

Tick tock.

it's raining

It seems to be.

"Bastard, you" The old man was angry, and almost poked the big pen in his hand directly in Yang Fan's face.

"Something is wrong, what's going on" The old man landed with a pen on his hand, looking back at the past with a shocked face, and the big characters on the wooden board began to change. He didn't look back at Yang Fan's faint blue pupils.

The words on the board began to blur, as if hidden behind the rain curtain. The old man squinted his eyes slightly, picked up the pen on the ground with trembling hands, his pupils shrank, and he spread it directly on the desk, and murmured: "More blur, more blur." ”

The old man in sackcloth held the pen and galloped on the ruler, his eyes burst out with a light that he had never seen before, staring intently at the words on the wooden board. He didn't know why, this wooden deck that had been silent for a hundred years would change tonight. He didn't know who the young man standing there was. He just wanted to seize this opportunity and see in one fell swoop what secret was hidden behind it.

Yang Fan felt that the power in his dantian began to slowly flow to his limbs. He finally felt the power that had been living in his dantian for a long time, and began to give him a trace of benefit. His eyes were still silent in the "rain curtain".

The old man in Mai wrote faster and faster, and the ruler on the table had already eroded, and the old man was completely deducing on the table. Sweat drops were like rain, and the old man's brows were tightly locked. "Almost, almost." The old man was completely in a state of self-forgetfulness, constantly muttering to himself, "It's close, it's almost, what went wrong?"

Yang Fan felt that the dark blue power in the dantian began to change constantly, and strange symbols jumped out of the rain one by one, like swimming fish out of the water, countless information poured into his mind, and countless runes continued to flash on his pupils.

Virtuous, immortal. He could only see the eight words in front of him, and the back was like a curtain of water, and he couldn't see clearly.

The flames in his eyes began to dim, and everything was calm. To be continued