On June 15, the wind boat, the sedan chair, the fish and the dragon dance, is for the Yangming Festival.

It is rumored that in ancient times, there was a person named Yangming, on the day of the destruction of Binyang City, when he was about to be flattened by the army, he was alone in front of the army, and threw himself into the Yanbo Lake to pay tribute to his family and country with death.

The enemy generals admired his integrity, so they restrained the people of Binyang with courtesy, and finally avoided a massacre.

The people of Binyang are grateful for this person's merits, and hope that future generations can be like this person, keep the integrity and defend the country, so the day when Yangming threw himself into the river is called Yangming Festival, and the city celebrates together.

"Relying on the high pavilion, drunk and lying in Taichung."

Ji Zhongyue drank the fruit wine on the table boldly, not caring at all about his wet white beard.

Wang Xu picked up the wine jug and refilled it for Ji Zhongyue again, and said with a smile: "Why did Master Ji have time to come out to drink today?" ”

Ever since the last time he ambushed the ghost, the lamp bearer, and the soul detaineer, he has been staying at home in obscurity, on the one hand, to recuperate from his injuries, and on the other hand, to make people think that he is studying and studying, so as to create an illusion to confuse others.

Of course, Wang Xu thinks that what he is doing is unaware, but there are still some things that he can't grasp, so the measures that can be done are still wonderful.

That night, he made a decisive move in order to obtain the power of existence, because he was not sure if the power of existence would escape after being killed by others.

But fortunately, although the power of existence obtained is not much, about half of what he used to be, it is still much more than he expected.

On the one hand, Wang Xu used his right hand to refill Ji Zhongyue's wine as usual, and on the other hand, he thought carefully.

He now has a clearer positioning of his strength, he is stronger than the ghost, but his strength is limited, if the ghost murderer and the soul arrest make the two of them shoot together in their heyday, he will have to flee in the wilderness.

None of this is what he cares about the most.

What he cared about most was the swordsman surnamed Yan, and the 'people in the secret sect' that the ghost murderer said, and the words that the ghost murderer shouted before he died.

Wang Xu still clearly remembers the jealousy and deep fear when the ghost said this.

Originally, he guessed that the people of the secret sect would be very strong, but now it seems that they are a little stronger than he imagined.

"There's no way, your sister is so close that I can't even drink some wine if I want to."

Ji Zhongyue wrinkled his bitter gourd face, "Today is the Yangming Festival, and your master went out to play, so I was given a day off." ”

Wang Xu nodded understandingly, and then poured Ji Zhongyue full of wine.

He picked up the wine glass and toasted Ji Zhongyue with a glass of wine, and then drank it all.

Wang Xu put down the wine glass and glanced at it, then said with a smile: "Master Ji, why did you remember to be here today?" ”

The place where he is now is called Qingxian Tower, which is located in a corner of Yanbo Lake, which is different from the water pavilion where they stayed before.

Generally, only people who really have official status or power can come in, even if it is a big businessman in Binyang City, I am afraid it is difficult to have a place in Qingxian Building.

Wang Xu also relied on Ji Zhongyue's connections to be qualified to come in, but in fact, he didn't care much.

"Whoa."

Ji Zhongyue pouted at the other table, "Did you see that old man with a red face?" He invited me here today, otherwise why would I come here, I might as well find a wine store and have a good drink. ”

Wang Xu glanced at it slightly and then withdrew his gaze.

Although he didn't know who this person was, he could tell from the pomp and circumstance on the table and the guards standing next to him that this person was extraordinary.

After all, the muscles of the two guards were swollen all over their bodies, and there was a faint feeling of being connected into a force, so they must be good at strength.

Although these two people are not in his eyes, that is, hands-on kung fu, they are already masters for ordinary people.

At that time, Mu Qingyi thought that the martial arts in the south should be more prosperous than in the north, but in Wang Xu's opinion, it seemed that it was not as good as the north, or it could be that he lived in a corner and didn't encounter it.

"You're exactly like a light sail."

Ji Zhongyue took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, his face was drunk, and he shook his head, "That person is Liang Dekuan, the governor of Binyang, and he is also the chief judge of your quarterly exam." ”

Wang Xu suddenly realized that Ji Zhongyue was afraid that he would neglect his studies and not be a talented person in the exam, so he came to the back door for himself in advance.

He smiled and hurriedly refilled Ji Zhongyue's wine, "Master Ji, you also underestimate me too much, although I don't dare to compare with those top talents, but it is still not a big problem to be a talented person." ”

"Alas, you kid, you have talent, but I'm afraid you don't have the ambition here."

Ji Zhongyue shook his head and said helplessly.

He really accepted two disciples in his life, and one had something to do at home, so he resolutely gave up his good future and went home.

And this is better, it is directly not here, but it is a pity that the wisdom of the body.

However, he is not difficult to force others, after all, everyone has their own ambitions, as a teacher, he can help as much as he can, and the rest depends on the individual.

"Qingyun, you also have to talk to the teacher, are you going to go home to inherit the family business in the future?"

Ji Zhongyue waved his hand, signaling that there was no need to add more wine, and he said with a smile: "Don't dare to drink anymore, it will be out of the rules if you drink again." ”

Wang Xu nodded, gave himself a glass of wine, arched his hand slightly at Ji Zhongyue, and drank it all in one gulp.

After he put down his wine glass, he said calmly: "Master Ji's eyes are like torches, I really have no plans to enter the court as an official, and I also have no idea of joining the army. ”

Ji Zhongyue leaned back and tasted the burgundy fragrant tea in the cup, "What you said can confuse me, an old guy, could it be that you want to return to the mountains and forests at such a young age?" ”

Wang Xu smiled dumbly, he waved his hand, "Retreat to the mountains and forests, but not to, it's just that the ambition is not here, besides, there are ghosts in the forest, how dare mortals enter." ”

After he finished speaking, his eyes were blazing, and he stared at Ji Zhongyue tightly.

This was the third time he had tried Ji Zhongyue like this, and he had been vaguely confused by this person twice before, but Wang Xu didn't believe that his teacher didn't know anything about it.

You must know that his teacher is an old man who has retired from the court, although he doesn't know how many grades of officials he has, but there is a good saying, there are no petty officials above the court, and the court officials who can directly participate in the affairs of a country will not know anything about the appearance and the inside of this world, which is not logical.

Wang Xu faintly felt that although both the Corpse Soul Mansion and the Nine-Story Building seemed rampant, they still seemed to abide by certain rules and did not kill unscrupulously.

Behind this may be the secret clan in Miao Qiu's mouth maintaining some kind of order, otherwise it would be impossible for such a large dynasty to appear.