On the night of the crescent moon, the smell of burnt scorching in the air has not yet dissipated, and the sparks, which have not been completely extinguished, show a faint red light.

It was so dark that no one could see it, and there was a girl sitting on the roof.

Zhu Luan sat on the dark roof smoked with his knees crossed, staring fixedly at the north in the moonless night, with the faint lights on the street.

Huizhou is mountainous, and there is a continuous green mountain. At night, the mountains that look like black holes look like giant monsters with teeth and claws.

What is on the other side of the mountain?

On the other side of the mountain, in the far north, is the capital of the gods.

The apex of the glory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the splendid capital.

The city that has had countless well-known unnatural deaths has been heavily painted with all kinds of strange colors since the day Taizu's iron horse stepped in.

She once left, she once died. She's back, she's about to go back.

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Shendu.

God is a city that never sleeps.

There is a long alley in the most prosperous street, fireworks and willow green, eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling, all five poisons. Even on the night of the crescent moon, the lights are still bright, and on the countless small buildings with carved beams and paintings, the women who have started work are leaning on the railings and laughing, waving small handkerchiefs downstairs.

At this time, on the top floor of the tallest and most gorgeous building, a woman who looked a little old was leaning on the building smoking a small jasper smoking pot, and suddenly she missed, and the smoke pot slipped from her hand, and smashed on the head of the horse ridden by the young man in Chinese clothes downstairs, and the street suddenly became a pot of porridge.

In the depths of the alley, in a well-known chain gambling house, a middle-aged man who looks like a rich man is rubbing mahjong in full swing.

The mahjong seeds made of white jade were pushed down in rows.

Uniform.

There was an exclamation all around.

Suddenly, the man's hand shook, and a grain of mahjong fell to the ground.

The mahjong seeds are rolled in a circle on the ground, face up.

The red character "Zhong" is brighter and brighter against the background of white jade.

The man picked up the red clay teapot beside him, took a sip of strong tea, and looked at the noisy street outside the gambling house.

muttered: "It's dark and rumbling, and the moon just comes out tomorrow." ”

The gambler who was standing next to the table and watching the game laughed, "Boss Fang is particularly good at playing cards at the beginning of the year. ”

"Not really." Gamblers chimed in.

The middle-aged man seemed a little embarrassed, and kept saying "harmony makes money".

"Speaking of which, if it's the first day of junior high school, Duan Ergongzi and Princess Jinyang have also been gone for a month." An older gambler said while knocking melon seeds.

"I don't know if there's any story on the road." The men winced their eyes and let out another burst of laughter.

"That's hard to say." This old gambler's name is Wang Dazui, although he is a man of five big and three thick, he loves to chew his mouth.

"The son of the Duan family in Huizhou Mansion, but he is specially associated with the princess," Wang Dazui spit out two pieces of melon seed skin, "What's more, this second son is the head of the famous prodigy case in Huizhou Mansion in Zhuangyuan Township, and he is an all-round talent in civil and military affairs, and he entered Tiance Academy at the age of twelve. ”

Now gamblers who are a little old have grown their mouths.

Those who are talented and virtuous to cover a country are called national soldiers.

A national warrior is the most talented person in a country.

Since the establishment of the national examination system in the Great Zhou Dynasty, there has only been one national scholar for more than 100 years. The reason for this is that the criteria for becoming a national soldier are extremely strict.

The national examination of the Great Zhou Dynasty consists of two parts, the literary examination and the martial examination, also known as the civil and military competition, many people can only get a little score in one of the parts throughout their lives, and if you want to be called a national scholar, you must be in the literary examination and the martial examination at the same time.

If you want to become a national soldier, you have to become Wen Sanyuan and Wu Sanyuan at the same time.

It's so hard to do it.

"That's a big deal." A skinny gambler like a bamboo pole stammered.

With everyone's support, Wang Dazui was even more proud, "This time, the second son of Duan returned to his hometown to participate in the township test, and His Majesty the Emperor just sent Princess Jinyang to Lingyan Temple on Jiuhua Mountain in Huizhou to repay his wishes. ”

"The red sleeves have lost the support of the little county king of Xin'an, but it is a lot colder." The men laughed again.

Wang Dazui grabbed a large handful of melon seeds again, "So, this time in the township test, this second son will definitely win the first place in the literary and martial arts test, and when he goes to the god capital to participate in the examination next year, we will be able to see the demeanor of Duan Ergongzi again, when Duan Ergongzi is in high school, it must be the time when His Majesty gives marriage!" ”

"But," the gambler who was nicknamed Thin Bamboo Pole because he was thin like a bamboo pole stammered, "If you want to talk about martial arts cultivation, Zen is the first in Middle-earth, and after the death of Princess Yingluan, the first on the Crazy Sand Tablet has always been Zen Zi." ”

Although it is hard to find thousands of waters, the sand is blown away and the gold is reached.

The wild sand tablet is a tablet in the stele forest of the Confucian Temple of Mount Tai.

The stele in the stele forest is said to carry the souls of countless sages, and after the death of these sages, they have nothing to do, and they take pleasure in judging the talents of the continent today.

And the Wild Sand Monument is a monument that judges the level of talents below the age of the weak crown.

It is said that it is based on comprehensive cultivation, but the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty still believe that martial arts cultivation is the mainstay, because the content of the literary examination in different countries is not the same, and the Houjin royal court is a barbarian race who does not understand etiquette and education.

This stele that will inexplicably show the name of a person was not believed by many people a hundred years ago, but since the birth of the Seven Grandmasters in the Taizu period, and then to the princess Yingluan at the top of the list, countless strong people have verified the correctness of this broken stone stele.

And now the top of the list of wild sand tablets is the Zen son of Xiliang Fanyin Temple in the neighboring country of Great Zhou.

Speaking of the mysterious Zen man, the gambling house, which had a good atmosphere, suddenly fell silent.

"Zen Zi is not, he is no longer from our Da Zhou......" Wang's mouth, who was originally like a river, also stammered.

Just when the scene was in awkwardness, there was a sudden uproar on the other side of the table.

"Ouch! I'm hu! ”

The gambler sitting opposite Boss Fang suddenly shouted excitedly.

Boss Fang, who lit the gun, did not see a trace of anger on his face, and pushed a handful of chips to the opposite side with a smile.

"Boss Fang actually lit a gun." "Rare things, rare things." "Come and see, come and see."

Attention returned to the game, and the discussion dissipated in the air like the wind.

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Zhu Luan didn't know anything about what happened to the gods.

She is working on a delicate assignment.

Zhu Luan put his hand on his chest.

When Miss Zhu Jiu died, she had almost nothing, and even her clothes were almost burned out, but there was a small pocket hanging on her chest in the most close place to the flesh, the pocket was woven from precious silk, fireproof, waterproof, and insect-proof, even if her owner had died, it was unharmed.

You can see how important things are in it.

Zhu Luan's clothes were changed by her mother-in-law, and no one seemed to have touched this pocket.

Zhu Luan sat on the roof, put his hand into his chest, and pulled out the pocket.

The pockets are tied with intricate knots.

With the faint lights on the street, Zhu Luan took a closer look and found that it was still a concentric knot.

Forever married, this is the most ardent expectation of boudoir women throughout the ages.

In the past, in the palace, when she was idle on a rainy day, Niangniang used to hold her hand and teach her to tie this knot, but the purpose was to train her eyesight, brain and hands-on ability in the dark.

Even if there was not enough light, Zhu Luan relied on the memories of his previous life to easily untie the knot.

There was a rustling sound of paper in the cloth bag, and Zhu Luan took out a piece of red paper that was carefully folded in half from the cloth bag.

When turned on, the faint light could only make people see the two largest words on it.

It turned out to be these two words.