At the end of the class, Cui Wen, under the leadership of the little eunuch, returned to his room to prepare for rest. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The students all have their own separate rooms, and they don't know if they will survive or not, and they don't want to get to know each other.

The room is twenty or thirty square meters, the light is good, and behind the room is a barren mountain, with towering peaks and winding and rugged mountains, not beautiful, but also chic.

Before leaving, the little eunuch told Cui Wen to let him go to Hai Dagui at three o'clock in the unitary hour. I didn't explain the reason, I just said that I wanted to meet a big person.

Three quarters of the unitary hour, that is, around 18 o'clock in modern times.

Although Cui Wen wondered why Hai Dagui let him meet some big person, he also nodded and agreed.

When the little eunuch left, Cui Wenfang took a closer look at the room. The room was empty, with a desk and a chair, but it was well equipped with everything related to spiritual practice.

The Four Treasures of the Study, the Five Classics of Poetry, and the Famous Books of many saints.

Picking up the "Book of Songs" casually, Cui Wen lazily lay on the couch, his eyes narrowed slightly, urging his heart to read.

Reading with the heart eye is also exhausting, but it is much easier in comparison.

The Book of Songs was written by the Duke of Zhou, but whether it was the Duke of Zhou, or the saints such as Confucius. According to the historical documents of the Wenwu Continent, they all disappeared inexplicably and strangely shortly after they were canonized.

Cui Wen was unexpectedly reborn and has always been wondering. But the biggest problem he faces is how to escape.

But the thought that he didn't even know how to get in, and it was even more delusional to escape. But he had a belief that he could not sit still.

Thinking about it, Cui Wen fell asleep deeply.

However, at this moment, a strange scene happened!

The words seemed to come to life, drilling into Cui Wen's body. And every word drilled into brought him a little insignificant literary tone.

The tone of a text is insignificant, but a large number of words are incorporated into the body, and it benefits a lot.

What's even more amazing is that on Cui Wen's chest, an ancient bronze seal is faintly visible, absorbing the text continuously.

A "Book of Songs" has been read in just half an hour.

At the same time, in that ancient bronze seal, there is also a vague outline of a book, which is the "Book of Songs".

The sleeping Cui Wen was not aware of the abnormality of the outside world, but his consciousness entered a rather strange dream.

I actually listened to Zhou Gong's lecture in a dream!!

Every word is as clear as reality!

I don't know how long, it seems like a short moment, and it seems like endless years.

"Go, go!"

Cui Wen woke up suddenly and found that the golden crow had sunset, and there was a clear sound of footsteps outside the door at the same time.

"My lord, the hour has come. The voice of the little eunuch sounded outside the door.

"Okay, I'll be right here. Cui Wen took off his brocade clothes, reluctantly put on his eunuch clothes, and pushed open the door: "Let's go!"

The little eunuch led the way in front and explained the details: "My lord, when you see a big man, you can't talk like this." ”

"Understood. Cui Wen said in the voice of the eunuch, his heart was really awkward.

Following the little eunuch all the way into the mansion, Cui Wen was thinking about the dream just now, and he really felt strange.

Driven by curiosity, when he looked at the ancient bronze seal with his heart, a large amount of literary energy suddenly poured into his body. Cui Wen walked while refining his skin and flesh with his heart's eye.

The first-order literati can resist the punch of ordinary people as if nothing happened.

The second-order literati can resist the sword and body of ordinary people.

The third-order literati can resist the power of the first-order literati's punch.

The so-called nine exercises for muscles and bones, that is, the third-order skin, the third-order bones, and the third-order muscles.

Cui Wen clenched his fists, felt the power in his body, and said to himself in his heart: "Since you can practice in your dreams, it is called the 'Great Dream Heart Sutra'." ”

Practicing in a dream and being able to record the books you read is a dream and a wonder.

Cui Wen came to a magnificent pavilion, and the little eunuch said in a low voice: "Gonggong Hai has ordered that only you be allowed to enter alone." ”

"Good. Cui Wen raised his feet and stepped up the steps, and there was a vast literary aura on both sides of the pavilion.

I saw that the couplet exuded a faint luster, like a door god guarding.

"Please tell Hai Dagui, Xiao Guizi has arrived. Cui Wen pinched his throat and said in a low voice.

"Haigong bus generation, Xiao Guizi's father-in-law can come and enter by himself. "The eunuch guarding the door was very polite.

"Thank you!"

Entering the lobby of the pavilion, Cui Wen's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

On a row of seats on the left side of the lobby, Hai Dagui had a pleasant conversation with a scholar dressed in a three-grade official uniform, and beside that Hanlin Bachelor, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy stood beside him.

That Hanlin bachelor is Song Yao, the head of the Song family, and the young man is Song Zong.

When he saw Cui Wen walk in, Song Zong confessed to Hai Dagui, and walked straight to Cui Wen, and said in a weird manner: "Yo, I didn't expect that it was only two days before I could walk on the ground?"

At the same time, both Song Yao and Hai Dagui came by prestige.

Song Zong hurriedly explained: "Dad, this is the person who occupies the ancestral land of the Marquis of Zhenguo, I didn't expect to meet in the Mansion of Duke Hai, it is really fate." ”

Cui Wen immediately wanted to make a violent move, Song Zong was just a third-order scholar, and if he was taken by surprise, he had a great deal of confidence in killing him.

But if you think about it carefully, Haida Gui's cultivation is unfathomable, and there is a Hanlin Bachelor on the side. Cui Wen is afraid that he will not have time to make a move, he is afraid that he will be caught.

At that time, not only will he be dead, but I am afraid that he will have to affect Hai Dagui.

Although Cui Wen and Hai Dagui do not have too deep intersections, they are purely used ingredients, but at least he helped him save his life.

Cui Wenqiang suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a suppressed voice: "Thank you Song Gongzi for your concern." ”

At the same time, Cui Wen also determined one thing in his heart, that is, the Song family did not know his true identity. I'm afraid that the reason why Song Zong took people to Cuifu's ancestral land was because he fell in love with that piece of land.

Hearing Cui Wen's duck-like voice, Song Zong shouted in his heart, and scolded: "Minion, why don't you hurry up and make tea?"

"You..." Cui Wen's delicate little face suddenly became hideous and terrifying, and his eyes were full of blood.

"Wow!" and the next moment, this state is immediately converged.

Cui Wen stepped back to make tea, but he didn't notice that Hai Dagui had been paying attention to his situation, seeing that he could have such a forbearance mentality, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he nodded his chin without a trace.

Could it be that Hai Dagui is deliberately testing Cui Wen's heart?

Why did he do it?

And what is the intention?

After a while, Cui Wen came up with three cups of hot tea on a tray and placed them in front of the three of them expressionlessly.

Song Zong picked up the teacup, a smile flashed in his eyes, and the hot tea was immediately sprinkled all over Cui Wen's little face, and the severe pain swept through his body in an instant, but he always gritted his teeth and did not scream.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm really embarrassed, is my father-in-law okay?" Regarding the tea dumped on Cui Wen, Song Zong didn't make any excuses, but just pretended to apologize.

"It's just nonsense!" Song Yao immediately shouted: "Don't hurry up and apologize to your father-in-law." ”

Cui Wen's arm was burned to the flesh, but he didn't shout, even if he didn't hum.

"Father-in-law, it doesn't matter if you're injured, right?" As he spoke, Song Zong took out a silver ticket worth one thousand taels from his arms and stuffed it to Cui Wen: "Father-in-law will take these silver tickets to treat his injuries." ”

"Go!" Hai Dagui said.

"Tsk. Cui Wen exited the lobby.

After exiting the lobby, Cui Wen was calm on the way back to his room.

When he returned to the room, he immediately tore off the eunuch's clothes, and instead of putting on the brocade clothes, he put on his own clothes.

Cui Wen picked up the pen and rushed out of the room.

The handle of the Wolf Pen is made of alien bones, and it is very hard. The tip of the pen is the hair of the wolf clan in the demon barbarian, which is extremely sharp.

Cui Wen came to the corner of the pavilion, practicing "Champion Sticker" with his heart and eyes, and stared at the door of the pavilion.

The moonlit night gradually enveloped the earth, and the cold moonlight poured on Cui Wen's calm little face. But everyone knows that he has the mentality of burning jade, even if he dies, he will make Song Zong pay the price.

In the lobby of the pavilion, there was occasionally the sound of pushing cups and changing lamps, sometimes the laughter of Hai Dagui and Song Yao, and sometimes quietly, as if they were planning something.

But none of this had anything to do with Cui Wen, he waited patiently, waiting for the time to appear.

At the moment, it is the time when the lights of Dajing Mansion are bright, and the sons of various wealthy families go out to have fun, and Song Zong is no exception.

The opportunity finally came, and when Song Zong walked out of the lobby, Cui Wen immediately sneaked over. But then a black shadow flashed out, and he decisively chose to give up.

Because he felt a mortal crisis from that dark shadow!

"Young master, the master ordered me to send you. The voice was very soft, obviously a high-ranking scribe, Cui Wen did not dare to act rashly.

Cui Wen followed all the way, always maintaining the sensing distance of the high-ranking scribe. Fortunately, the house was empty and there were few guards, so I was not afraid of losing it.

There must be soldiers guarding the entrance of the deep house, and Cui Wen is afraid that it will be difficult to get out.

"Since that's the case, then I'll fight my way out!" "Since he has made up his mind to kill Song Zong, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, Cui Wen will not hesitate to go over.

Indeed, as expected, the gate was not only guarded, but also extremely strong. Cui Wen even sensed a few powerful momentum hidden in the dark, and the lowest was probably a scholar above the third order.

Even so, Cui Wen still pulled out the wolf pen without hesitation and resolutely walked towards the door.

"Who?" the guard at the door was immediately alert.

Cui Wen didn't speak, his face was calm, and he kept walking step by step.

"Stop now, or shoot immediately!" the guard issued a final warning.

However, the figure still walked towards them fearlessly, and with the help of the dim moonlight, the guards saw a calm and immature little face.

At that moment, they actually felt an inexplicable panic.

Is it fear, or shock?

"Arrows, arrows!" shouted the guards, and even the captain of the squad who gave the orders never understood what he was afraid of.