Silent.

There was silence.

Even the wind can be heard.

But the surprise will eventually dissipate, and some people will still wake up from the shock.

Finally, someone in the crowd still asked: "How is it possible, a teenager, and not a genius of the cultivation path, and the four saints have personally written a letter of recommendation? ”

At first, it was very reasonable for Lin Xiangru to be the person who read the letter, and no one objected. But now, this result is very unreasonable, it should be said that it is unreasonable, so they began to question it.

Lin Xiangru came out of Chu State Academy, but he is not a person like Shang Ying, he does not represent any ideas of the academy, which is reflected in his way of doing things for so many years, besides, Lin Xiangru was invited to study by the academy after he became famous and the academy became famous, and it was to learn from each other, it can be said that Lin Xiangru and the four sects belong to the situation of being teachers and friends, but they are not subordinate, so there is no need for him to hide these results. Even if the four sects wanted to elevate Chu Fei's identity, Lin Xiangru still wouldn't do it.

A cluster of fire burst out from Lin Xiangru's fingertips, directly burning the letters of the four saints.

There was even more exclamation in the pile, but before it could stop, the fire stopped first, because everything that should be burned was burned, and what could not be burned naturally could not be burned.

The four letters were reduced to a little ashes, but more than that, the words, the golden letters.

I'm afraid that's what it means.

The "Lü Spring and Autumn Period" written by Lü Buwei of the Qin State can indeed be said to be a one-word reform. And the Jindan Sage is even more so.

Their words are holy words, and their deeds are holy deeds.

Some people have either seen it or seen it from books, so some people still say: "Jin Ming Shengyu!"

The words of the saint are spittled and nailed, and they cannot deceive people. A promise is a promise, a golden word is a golden word, and real gold is not afraid of fire.

In this way, everyone is convinced of the truth of the letter, and naturally has nothing to say about the authenticity, but for Chu Fei, it is a different vision.

Some think that he is a real person and does not show his face, some think that he is very deep in the city, and some even think that he is the son of a saint......

For a while, Handan City was talking about Chu Jingyi, and some people were even checking Chu Jingyi.

In a teahouse, a guest sitting in the corner was dressed very ordinary, and the tea on the table was the cheapest, and even the shopkeeper didn't like to entertain him very much, because inexplicably, he exuded a poor sourness.

Of course, whether it was the shopkeeper or the shopkeeper, or even the other guests in the teahouse didn't care about him, because they were all talking about Chu Jingyi, Chu Jingyi of the Four Saints' recommendation letter.

The poor sour man picked up the teacup in front of him, shook the tea inside, shook it, didn't speak, just looked at the teacup.

But what he heard was the voices of people in the teahouse, and the sounds of surprise in the barracks.

"The wings are not yet full, so they show the dew like this, isn't it a bit looking for death?" said the poor sour man, looking at the tea leaves that were shaken out of the teacup.

But somehow, when the tea was also shaken out, there was a hint of hope in his calm eyes, as if he was in a kind of curiosity.

"It's about to become an abandoned child when you kill chess everywhere, why is it still so popular?"

He asked himself and didn't want to say, so naturally he couldn't get an answer, so he just looked at the drop of tea spilled on the table.

The tea table was a little uneven, and the tea would naturally flow, and finally it flowed to the bottom of the teacup that he had just put back in after shaking the tea, and the tea line that had already existed gradually dried up.

It seems that there is less tea in the cup, and it is not drunk by him, but it flows to an unknown place.

The poor sour man picked up the teacup on the table, looked at the circle of tea that was round due to the shape of the bottom of the teacup, and said seriously: "The small is hidden in the wilderness, and the big is hidden in the city." But what the hell are you hiding?"

Because the teahouse is a place for people to gossip and chat, there are naturally many people who come and go to drink tea, and they need more seats, so this poor sour man was finally persuaded to leave the teahouse, of course, the wine is free, but it is just a cup of tea.

The poor sour man looked at the knife coin in his hand and said with a smile: "Very good, there are so many left, and I can finally buy a new dress." ”

With the free drink money, maybe he could really buy a new dress, but maybe the cheapest one. So where is he going to live......

Many years later, when this poor sour man and Chu Fei recalled the past together, it was estimated that for Chu Fei, he was the only one who was more downtrodden than himself, at least, at that time.

Lin Xiangru put Jin Yan in front of Li Mu, Li Mu did not rush to make a decision, but read the recommendation letters, but his eyes sank in the end, and he frowned slightly.

This action is subtle, but many big people still see it. Just as Chu Fei didn't know the intention of Shu Xian's letter, many people didn't know it either. It's just that when they saw Li Mu's expression change, they seemed to feel that the general knew something.

Li Mu still didn't speak, but looked at a person in the audience, not Chu Fei, not Qi Ergou, not He Ning, but the big-bellied, most inconspicuous doctor Zhao Saichun.

"A few days ago, Lord Zhao's family chose a son-in-law, but someone chose one?" Li Mu asked about this for some reason.

"There is, a son of Wei. Zhao Saichun was surprised by Li Mu's question, but still said it.

"My official position as a scholar in Zhao State is not small, and after the prince of Wei State is a prince, few people in this Handan City care. Li Mu said with emotion.

Zhao Saichun may have misunderstood something, or thought of something, and hurriedly said: "General Li misunderstood, that kid has nothing to do with the Western Wilderness. ”

Li Mu looked at him and said with a smile: "Lord Zhao, don't panic, I didn't say it matters." Yesterday the king summoned me to the palace and said that a prince of Wei had obtained a fief, and because of this fief, he got a title. ”

Zhao Saichun didn't know what he meant by saying this, so he couldn't answer.

"The prince of Wei is Xinlingjun. Li Mu replied by himself.

Everyone knows that this Xinlingjun is Zhao Saichun's son-in-law, combined with his letter today, is this scholar really such a mediocre scholar?

For a while, everyone's eyes were on Zhao Saichun, and it seemed that Chu Jingyi's question was not so important.

Zhao Saichun was seen like this, and he panicked at the time, and hurriedly wiped his sweat and said: "I'm done, I have to go." With that, he walked away at a brisk pace.

Li Mu didn't ask the letter of the Western Wilderness, because Shu Immortal was second only to the existence of the Palm Sect, and some things naturally couldn't be asked, and seeing Chu Jing's confused eyes, it would prove this even more.

Therefore, Li Mu did not question or sigh about the letter, but just wanted to throw away these questions. In the end, he chose Zhao Saichun, and indirectly chose Zhao and Wei, pushing some undercurrents to the surface.

The fact that the Four Sages pay attention to a child is indeed very big, even a little incredible. But Zhao Wei's marriage can see the subtle changes in the situation of the seven countries. This is a military camp, so naturally I can't let go of a teenager who is valued by a foreign country, and this teenager looks like a time bomb. But if people's attention is turned to this marriage and alliance, it is not difficult to see that a teenager like Wei Wuji represents the stability of the situation in Zhao State.

One is bad news, and the other is certainly good news. People didn't like this bad news that wasn't so good, but the good news that Li Mu saw became especially good, and in this way, suddenly, the people of Handan City began to talk about this Wei Wuji.

Of course, people will not be so easily manipulated, but Zhao Guo Li Mu has many ears and eyes, and rumors start in the city, so it must finally be marketed. The propaganda of his ears played a big role.

The poor sour man had already bought new clothes, but they were probably too cheap, and they were still old clothes no matter how you looked at them. He listened to the "Wei Wuji" that the common people passed on to me and me, and I passed on you, and understood what Xinlingjun was for appearing.

Therefore, he looked at his new clothes, which no one would ever see as new clothes, and said with a smile: "Covering your ears and stealing the bell, the fool will eventually be foolish, and the wise will always be wise." ”

The collision between the two pieces of information will eventually spread throughout the Central Plains, and Zhao will become the focus for a while, but that will be a matter of later after all, and the current situation is still a world test.

"Qin Chu Jingyi has a letter of recommendation written by four saints, which should be the first. From now on, I will be a strategist for Li and help me Zhao Guo's health. Li Mu said calmly.

When chasing the demon general Buffon, Shen Junluo was slapped in the face once, and when playing chess with Li Mu, Shen Junluo was slapped in the face again, and he was still slapped in the face once in the dispute over the results of the martial arts test. Although it was only three things, the last time he finally got the whereabouts of Zai Di Duel. But this time? This is already the fourth time, and even if it is only three, what about the four times?

Shen Junluo's face was extremely ugly, and he turned his head and left directly, what the result of He Ning had nothing to do with him.

This is not a slap in the face, but his ......

Zhao Kuo frowned, Lin Xiangru frowned, and even Lian Po frowned. The priest is gone, and the letter of recommendation still counts, right?

In the end, it was Zhao Kuo who stood up, took He Ning under the door, and became a deputy general.

Then, Lian Po accepted the rest of the teenagers, either deputy generals, or joined the army, even if it was Qi Zheng, he was also a small member of the army.

"Senior brother, why are you a strategist?" Ren Fenglai was a little angry.

The strategist has no official position, which is very different from several other people, so he always feels that Li Mu recruited him in order to stop the eloquence of the people in the world.

But Chu Fei felt that it didn't matter, because the strategists didn't have to go to the front line, and they still had money to get ......

The world test seems to be grandiose, but it ends hastily, people are at a loss, including the bet with themselves or with the sky, they don't know whether to win or lose, they always feel that something is almost there, and they are very uncomfortable. But they don't know at the moment that it is this kind of discomfort after gambling that is what they really win. Because the discomfort was beyond their imagination, they got rid of the constraints of heaven.

Some people want to put things on the bright side, and some people naturally want to let things surge in the undercurrent.

He Ning looked at the courtyard blankly, wanting to kneel there and ask the priest for forgiveness like yesterday, but found that the priest was not in this courtyard at all.

In a forest south of Handan City, the priest and the prison stood there. Zongjiao didn't speak, and the priest didn't have a reason to talk to himself.

So, exceptionally quiet.

There was a gust of wind, and a figure appeared in the forest.

"There are some things that I can't do easily, and Huo Lian is not here, but someone still has to do it. ”

"He Ning, I look very good, but it's too good, like his grandfather, so good is not good. ”

Therefore, this matter must be done by He Ning, even if it damages his reputation, he still does it. Even if the world says he's bad, he'll be good, at least in my opinion. ”

"Don't ask me why I protect that kid like this, after all, he is a rare person who is dedicated to my sect, not just Haotian Sect. ”

"I will not give you any promises, let alone any time limit, everything will be done according to your ability, but it will be done thoroughly and skillfully. Chu Jingyi, I really don't like it, but I can see that you don't like it even more, no matter how natural it is, I can still see the dislike in your heart, even hatred. ”

"Since I can't make a promise to you, then after the matter is completed, I will open your mouth, I am a priest, as long as I can do it, you can open your mouth, I will not break my word. But now, you have to take the order, and there is no possibility of refusal. ”

Shen Junluo has been talking to himself, he said it to the people in the forest, but the person didn't say a word, didn't move, just listened there, Shen Junluo appreciated him very much, and naturally knew that he had listened.

Sure enough, Shen Junluo finished speaking, and the man left.

Zongjiao watched the figure disappear into the forest, and glanced at Shen Junluo again.

Shen Junluo knew what he was looking at, so he said: "It's true that he can't be angry with a junior, and killing him is not his swagger, but I always feel that there is nothing in his eyes except for the evil spirit released by the ghost sickle." ”

......

Speaking of Zongjiao, he is actually a native of Zhao Guo, he defeated Zhi Qianqiu with a knife back then, and he was even more famous, so Zhao Guo, whether it was a prince or a general, was in awe of him, and his mansion was given gifts every day.

Although he doesn't do anything, there are still people who like to slap him, and he never refuses, to be precise, his wife never refuses.

Shen Junluo attaches great importance to Zongjiao, but he doesn't like this overly ostentatious woman, so if he attaches importance to it, if he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it.

Therefore, yesterday Shen Junluo chose He Ning's residence to rest.

At this moment, the Zongfu Shangzong Prison was not there, there was only one beautiful woman sitting at the dining table, and opposite her was a young man, a poor and sour young man.

Even with new clothes, he is still a poor sour man.

However, the wife of the prison did not dislike him in the slightest.

"Sister Liu, your food is really good, you don't know, I haven't eaten it for many years. Back then, my father was a dead eye, and he was busy for most of his life, and he didn't say anything about saving some money for me. The poor sour man said as he gnawed on the chicken legs.

"Xiao Duo, just your sweet mouth, I'm old, and I still call me sister, and now young people call me Aunt Liu. Mrs. Zong said with a smile.

"What is the age? The four beauties of the Scholar Shop back then, that was blown out?" said the poor sour man, but he gnawed on the chicken leg in his mouth.

"Hey, don't mention the things back then, Lao Zong, he doesn't like my identity to be mentioned, he doesn't think I'm cheap, or he doesn't like the way those people look at me. There was a hint of sadness in Aunt Liu's eyes, but most of it was tenderness.

"Yo Yo Yo, this is marrying a reliable man. But I've actually been curious, you said Uncle Zong, he didn't speak, how do you know what he thinks?" The poor sour man nibbled on the chicken leg in his hand and never stopped.

"Old husband and wife, I don't know what he thinks, some things can't be expressed, doesn't he still be able to write?" Aunt Liu handed the poor sour man a cup of tea as she spoke.

"Yes, Uncle Zong can write, so can I ask Uncle Zong to help me write a few words to someone. Finally, the poor sour man finished gnawing on the chicken leg in his hand, but he continued to bite.

"Oh, you're a starving ghost, put it down for my sister, what's so delicious about these chicken bones?" Aunt Liu hurriedly snatched the chicken bones from the poor sour man's hands.

Who knows, the poor sour man looked at the chicken leg that was taken away and chuckled: "Yes, it's all gnawed to the hard bones, what else is delicious?"

"You people, you just can't speak human words, this is all bad for your father's teaching, you talk about people when you see people, and you talk nonsense when you see ghosts. That's it, I don't bother to say it, let's say, who do you want your uncle to write to?" Aunt Liu threw away the bones left over from the poor sour man's food.

The poor sour man wiped the oil and water from his mouth and said seriously: "Chu Jingyi, a native of Qin." ”

(End of Volume 5 "Young Men Don't Know Their Will")