The moonlight was like a wash, Luo Qian was sad for a while in the cell, and when he was lonely and sleepless, he took out the thousand-character sword dictionary in his arms and looked through the moonlight.

So I got out of bed and used my fingers to copy the thousand-character text in the sword dictionary on the ground by the moonlight, the words in the thousand-character sword dictionary are written in a strange way, most of them are written horizontally and vertically, Luo Qian is extremely difficult to copy, and can only imitate like a cat and a tiger.

Luo Qian is resolute by nature, once he decides on one thing, he will persevere, the only thing that can make him chat and comfort under this encounter is this thousand-word sword dictionary, every word written seems to feel that Xiao Ling is whispering in his ear, so he forgets to sleep and eat.

After the guards threw Luo Qian into the cell, he ignored it except for the daily meal, and Luo Qian also fell into peace, and plunged into practicing calligraphy every day except for eating, drinking, and resting as necessary, day and night.

Shangjing, Ziwei City

In the dormitory, the cloud top sandalwood is used as a beam, the crystal jade is the lamp, the pearl is the curtain, and the fan gold is the pillar base. The six-foot-wide agarwood bed is hung next to the shark silk treasure tent, and the tent is embroidered with pearls and silver thread begonia flowers, and the wind is moving, like falling clouds and mountains and phantom seas. The couch is set up with a green jade incense pillow, covered with soft silkworm ice sticks, and stacked with jade belts. There is a huge bright moon pearl hanging on the top of the treasure in the hall, shining brightly, like a bright moon. The crystal bead curtain poured beautifully, and behind the bead curtain, someone wore a veil to caress the piano. Emperor Dayong was lazily lying on the warm bed with his eyes closed, and the concubine on the side was gently rubbing the emperor's temples with her thin fingers.

A little yellow door rushed to the door and was about to open his mouth to report, but saw that the concubine glanced at the yellow door fiercely, and her eyes were really fierce. Huangmen was so frightened that he didn't dare to step forward, and then looked at the Tang Bao in his hand, and he was only anxious to go back and forth. The emperor seemed to hear the voice, and asked lazily, "Why are you so flustered?" ”

Huang Men knelt down and replied: "Your Majesty, the military department is in a hurry for eight hundred miles!" ”

"Bring it on!" The Emperor opened his eyes and sat up. The concubine on the side scolded the yellow door: "What a crime to disturb St. Ann!" The emperor patted the concubine's shoulder and smiled: "Decree, rest in Chuxiu Palace today!" The concubine was overjoyed when she heard this, and hurriedly knelt down to thank her: "Thank you, Your Majesty, the concubine will go to bathe first." ”

There must be something big in the urgency of the military department, of course she has to avoid suspicion as a concubine, and being able to know the advance and retreat is also the reason why she can be favored in front of the emperor. Huangmen hurriedly presented the Tang Bao, the emperor opened the Tang Bao and took a cursory look at it, Long Yan was furious for a while, the Tang Bao fell heavily to the ground, and the palace maid and eunuch were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and trembled.

The next day, the emperor ordered a strict investigation of Li Tang's remnants, and the attack on the Shura Gate was not allowed to be publicized.

The court is angry, the people are shaken, the rivers and lakes are boiling, the attack on the Shura Gate is undoubtedly a slap in the face of Dayong, the Shura Gate is founded by the founding emperor of Dayong, which contains countless martial arts classics, which is called "the arsenal of the world" by the world, and the later generations will regard it as a symbol of the martial arts of Dayong, the Dayong Dynasty established the country with martial arts, and the emperors of the generations remember the ancestors to inherit the martial arts, and the Shura Gate is listed as a royal place to worship ancestors.

The most ironic thing is that the person who attacked Shura turned out to be the remnants of the previous dynasty, and the remnants of the previous dynasty were still in rebellion for more than 100 years after the Dayong Dynasty, which undoubtedly stirred the nerves of the Dayong Emperor.

This made a drama in the world suffer, just because the person who attacked the Shura Gate had a drama face, and the pear orchards in the world were almost wiped out within a month. The group of black-clothed assassins disappeared like a human evaporation after attacking the Shura Gate, and officials from all over the country traced it for a month to no avail, so they had to kill a group of actors.

For a while, the people complained, and since then a folk song has been circulating: "The face is noisy, Shura laughs, and the headless ghost hangs himself!" ”

The civil officials admonished one after another, and the emperor relented, leaving the world's actors with a way to live. It's just that there is less aftersound in the pear orchard, and there are many more graves in the barren mountains and wilderness.

The government ordered the mouth to be sealed, but the news of the attack on the Shura Gate still spread, and it was rumored that a flower-faced man defeated the black and white immortals with a single knife, almost razing the Shura Gate to the ground, and the old man in charge killed the flower-faced man with a bamboo pole, and since then there have been two more well-known names on the rivers and lakes.

During this period, the officers and soldiers had already found out about Luo Qian's life experience, and it could be confirmed that Luo Qian and Li Tang Yu had nothing to do with each other, but the turmoil in this matter did not stop day by day, and no one dared to speak out to let Luo Qian out, and no one would care about a little beggar who was just locked up for a few more days.

It took more than a month for the turmoil to subside, and Luo Qian was also imprisoned for more than a month. In this month, Luo Qian practiced calligraphy wholeheartedly, and he didn't feel that the time was difficult, but he remembered that the ten fingers of both hands were grinding blood on the ground. The thousand-character sword dictionary includes dozens of kinds of calligraphy, and it takes a lot of effort to memorize the writing of each word, Luo Qian can only write it over and over again, so that he can remember each calligraphy. Fortunately, the hard work pays off, Luo Qian's repeated writing has been able to write down the thousand words silently from beginning to end, the glyph calligraphy is basically the same as the sword dictionary, but writing with fingers is not as good as using a pen after all, and the sharp frustration can not be consistent.

I couldn't stop it, and my whole mind sank into it, almost like a madman.

Luo Qian was writing on the ground, when the cell door suddenly opened, and a ray of sunlight shining in suddenly made the gloomy cell more angry, and the guards drank: "You can go out!" Luo Qian's mind was all about practicing calligraphy for more than a month, as if he was like a madman, and was suddenly interrupted by the guards, and his mind was blank, as if he was in another world.

A ray of sunlight shone on Luo Qian's face, the guards looked at Luo Qian, only to see Luo Qian's hair scattered, his face was blue and black and gloomy, his eyes were red and staring at him like bloodthirsty, the guards couldn't help but shudder and took a step back and said in a trembling voice: "Are you a human or a ghost?" ”

Luo Qian was in a trance for a while, and his mind gradually came to his senses, and then he remembered that he was still in prison, and the person in front of him was the guard who brought him food every day, and couldn't help asking, "Can I go out?" "The voice was hoarse, like a wheel rubbing against the ground.

The guard took a breath and calmed down: "You can go." Luo Qian got up and walked out of the cell, and the guards looked inside the cell again, only to see that the walls were full of bloody handprints all over the walls, and these blood prints seemed to be like words and non-words, like ghost paintings, overlapping and intertwined. I only saw that the guard's scalp was numb, and he didn't dare to stay for a long time.

Luo Qian came out of the cell, the sun shone on his face, his eyes stinged, he was dizzy for a while and almost fell, and hurriedly held on to the wall to rest for a while before he eased up, only to feel exhausted. The other trial disciples avoided Luo Qian as if they had seen a ghost, Luo Qian didn't know that his current appearance was not much different from the evil ghost, and he thought that these trial disciples were afraid that they would have something to do with the attack on the Shura Gate, and they didn't care about it. After a full meal, he recovered a little, and went all the way back to his quiet room in the dormitory to fall asleep.

In the cell where Luo Qian was held, there stood an old man with a white beard, the old man was holding a bamboo pole in his hand, and he was dressed as a Shura steward who was the Zhao steward of the library building. Steward Zhao looked at the bloody handprints on the wall with one hand and his beard, and said three times in a row: "Okay!" "Word, the guards at the door don't know why" Steward Zhao, this imprisoned disciple is not crazy, and his appearance is too mad. Steward Zhao said lightly: "Good materials can be carved!" Out of the cell and nowhere to be seen. The guards, like the second monk, muttered, "Two weirdos." ”

Luo Qian was groggy, his mind was still full of strange words in the thousand-character sword dictionary in his sleep, and he still felt dizzy and dry when he woke up, and forcibly started the mind control breathing method to run the sleep work, and fell asleep again after the internal breath ran Zhou Tian, and with the help of sleep work, the spiritual platform was much clearer, not like the previous chaos.

I slept for a long time and only felt unbearable hunger in my stomach, so I got up and went to the dining hall to have a full meal, Luo Qian didn't know how many years and months he was in prison, and he inquired around to find out that it had been more than a month since the attack on the Shura Gate, and those people in black did not hurt the trial disciples after they caught them, and the trial disciples were killed and injured only more than ten people, and the number of more than ten people was basically negligible for three hundred, and the imperial court did not send the trial disciples in.

Steward Zhao of the library bravely defeated the strong enemy, and the imperial court issued an order for the governor of Zhao to take charge of the affairs of Shuramen, but Steward Zhao said that he was too old to take on a big responsibility, and he still had to take charge of affairs in the library. After all, Steward Zhao had merit, and the imperial court was not good at forcibly expropriating it, so he had to give it up.

When I returned to my residence, I washed myself with clean water, and when I looked in the mirror, I realized that I had lost a lot of weight. Luo Qian has no pen and paper in prison, he can only have his fingers to write and practice on the ground, and he has to practice for a month. Now out of the cage, although the paper, ink, pen and inkstone are ready-made, but the paper is limited after all, so I have to use a brush dipped in water to write on the table, and so on for another month.

The end of the year is approaching, and the end of the year is approaching. Although the storm of the attack on the Shura Gate has subsided on the surface, the government's supervision of the local government is still tightened secretly, and ordinary people do not dare to cause more trouble at this time, and most of them are huddled at home and dare not go out, for fear that one will accidentally have something to do with singing.

There has never been a habit of celebrating the New Year in the Shura Gate, and no one will have the heart to celebrate the New Year here, so the imperial court has increased the security of the Shura Gate, and the guards in the door are more than twice as many as before, and the atmosphere in the door is becoming more and more tense. The trial disciples are busy practicing all kinds of things for learning, and the martial arts training ground shouts and kills with gusts of energy, and many trial disciples practice martial arts here, although the library building is quieter, but the trial disciples who read books here are all contemplating and thinking, and the atmosphere is also very depressing.

I'm afraid that among the three hundred trial disciples, the only one who doesn't go to practice martial arts is Luo Qian, it's not that he doesn't like martial arts, which man doesn't yearn for fighting swords, it's not that he is not afraid of the trial of life and death in two years, no one can be calm in the face of life and death. The thousand-character sword dictionary seems to have become his inner demon, only in the face of these strangely written words, he can not think about Xiao Ling, not think about the only and short-lived sweetness in his life, people who have nothing know how to cherish more, and they want to grasp the person who has given him hope.