The lonely boat sailed straight on the waterway, and the fog that flickered on both sides of the river from time to time revealed scattered or piled up white bones, as well as some strange creatures and floating spirits that were scavenging between the bones.

At this time, on the boat, the white-boned woman sat alone, but there was no sadness in her heart, but some joy to see the light of day again. The white bone fingers caressed the pipa that should have been carried behind him forever as a punishment, and his heart was full of remembrance.

What little spirituality she had left was clinging to the body and the lute. As for fate...... Life and death have already been decided by others, what can we do after death? After death, there is no peace and no self-help.

And the person who can decide her fate at this moment sits opposite, with different thoughts, but generally needs a confession.

"I have two pieces of enlightenment tea here, brew them and drink them?"

Chen Liu took out an ash jar from his arms, opened the lid of the jar, and instantly a fragrant fragrance came to his nose, and there was an infinite rhyme lingering on it.

This tea was given to him by the commander at the beginning, saying that it could be used as an apprenticeship to go to Longhu Mountain for simple cultivation talismans. Of course, this tea was kindly "gifted" by the Qintian Prison Supervisor without knowing it.

The child on the other side, who had already acquiesced to his true dragon identity, smiled at this time and said:

"It's really precious, I don't even know what tea set to take for a while."

That being said, he still took out a set of pottery teapots and teacups, and prepared a stove with bamboo charcoal.

"Although this tea set is not as good as the tea tree planted by the Dao Ancestor, it can be regarded as used by the Demon Emperor of the Ancient Demon Court, and it can maximize the aroma and charm of the tea leaves. This furnace is ordinary, just a second-grade Bodhisattva's magic weapon. This bamboo charcoal only cut down a few ancestral bamboos on Kunlun Mountain, which is not enough to worry about."

"Huh."

Speechless, speechless, Chen Liu's family background is most likely impossible to compare with a true dragon descendant.

Tea leaves are in the cup, and cooking tea is not for leisure.

"Is it really nameless?"

"I'm not lying to you, I did go to pick up the name. The true name of the True Dragon Clan was born and determined, and it was not taken by oneself. As for the code name, you can call me Long You."

I don't know if it's just what I want or how, but it doesn't matter. Now this dialogue is actually a simple confession game.

Long You was not in a hurry, but took a feather fan that was obviously also a high-level magic weapon and gently fanned the charcoal fire in the furnace.

These words were naturally mentioned by Chen Liu.

"Can you play this girl?"

The white-boned woman was suddenly named, and she couldn't help but tremble.

After hearing Chen Liu's request, she couldn't play as she wanted, but looked down at the dragon master.

"What do you want to do watching me do?"

At this time, Long You's tone was completely different from the tone when he first met Chen Liu before, and his majesty was naturally revealed, and he was domineering as a king.

Although his voice was not loud, it made the white-bone woman still tremble a little, like walking on thin ice.

Chen Liu remembered something, took out a quaint sheet music from his arms, handed it over, and said:

"That's it."

The white-boned woman respectfully took the score, and then began to tune the pipa, ready to play.

Long You was a little surprised and asked:

"Brother Chen also has research on music theory?"

Chen Liu shook his head, but he didn't tell him about the encounter with the mysterious old man in the 100,000 Great Mountain, but explained it like this:

"There was also a girl in my family who was frustrated and learned some music theory. It's just that she went to school later, and I haven't seen her for a long time."

This is really true, he really misses Jiang Yuan a little.

I don't know if she is doing well in the academy at this time, she wrote so easily in the letter she replied to him, but Chen Liu didn't believe it.

At this time, the white-boned woman also happened to finish adjusting the pipa and pressed the strings.

His voice is like weeping and complaining, like smoke and mist,

Hazy and ethereal, as far away as a mountain to an abyss, and as if the end of the world is close at hand, only a thin layer of window paper can make two people face to face and reunite again.

At this time, in the land of Qilu, on Yongli Mountain, the bells and drums rang all the time, and the smoke and gunfire incense soared to the clouds.

The students of the academy gathered around the square, stood on top of the old trees in the pavilion, and watched the ceremony in the center.

Today is the day of worship at the Temple of Literature by the sages of the Academy, and the dean of the College will lead all the gentlemen and sages to pay homage to commemorate the Confucian past, inherit the aspirations of the sages, and give lectures.

Most of the students who studied at the academy were not able to participate in the rituals of the sacrifice, but they always hoped to be relieved of the many boring things accumulated in their daily studies.

The masters of the academy did not interfere in this, and they discussed various matters related to the ritual at will, either imagining or relaxing. Z.br>

Jiang Chen has been here for nearly a month, and he has become much more bold and generous from his original fear and cringe, and he has also made many friends of the same age in this academy.

"I wish I could hold incense and worship the sages."

The group leaned on the edge of the railing, watching the sage of the academy holding incense and performing ancient Confucian etiquette with the official uniform, and worshiping the ancestors.

Most of them are a little envious of the gentlemen and sages who hold incense and even accompany them below, hoping that one day they will be able to learn something, get ahead, and glorify their ancestors.

yearning for the friends around him, Jiang Chen just joked:

"Then you have to study hard, today's strategy is no longer good, and the master is going to beat you up."

This has hurt a lot of people, the academy is difficult to classwork, the requirements are quite strict, and it is very difficult to pass. Although he will not be ordered to drop out of school as long as he does not violate the etiquette law, the master's board and reprimand taste are not pleasant.

"Don't ask for high scores, just low scores!"

"Alas! What I wrote yesterday was told by the teacher again. The teacher said that the sentences did not make sense, the logic was confused, the arguments were insufficient, and there was a mess...... It's going to be rewritten again...... Why is it so hard?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, the disciples promise to study hard in the future and make progress every day. Please bless the disciple to pass the "Pedantic Lesson......"

As soon as he mentioned this, he wailed all over the field, and then someone asked Jiang Chen:

"You're still lucky! Mr. Du, a student of Zhou Zhijun, sometimes comes to give lectures...... Your sister works so hard. It's only been a long time, and I've caught up with half a year's worth of schoolwork."

For a while, envy rose again, and their eyes were full of envy when they looked at Jiang Chen.

Not to mention Du Jinyan and Zhou Zhi, who are participating in the festival at the moment, but only to say that Jiang Chen and his sister can be regarded as stars among the freshmen of this academy.

Her talent isn't amazing, but her level of effort is top-notch. While others complained about the Master's schoolwork, she was able to take other courses in addition to her regular coursework. Many masters praised her very much, and even some masters who had opinions about women's education reluctantly recognized her desire to study.

Although Jiang Chen is a sister and brother with her, he is not as hard as his sister, and he does not have so much talent, but when he mentions his sister, he is also honored.

"I don't know why your sister fights so hard......

"yes, yes......"

They are not very old, and the masters are not really that strict, but they are also a little unbearable, and naturally they can't imagine the behavior of people who work so hard.

Of course, Jiang Chen knew the reason.

However, he didn't say much, and after a casual conversation, the minds of the group of teenagers were hooked elsewhere again.

At this time, in a study farther away, a wisp of spring breeze wrapped a green leaf into the study, turned into the figure of two people, sat on the futon on the side of the study, and began to prepare to make tea.

When Jiang Yuan saw it, he hurriedly put down the book in his hand, got up from the side of the study, and saluted the two of them.

They just waved their hands and said:

"Excuse me."

Jiang Yuan then walked over, sat on the edge of the tea table, and made tea for the two. Of course, out of curiosity, she also asked:

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Aren't Mr. and Mr. Big going to the festival?"

Du Jinyan looked at the ceiling with both eyes and did not reply, so Zhou Zhi had no choice but to explain:

"The dean saw that we were working, so let us rest first."

"That's right."

Jiang Yuan Bingxue is smart, of course he knows that what the two gentlemen said is not true, but he will definitely not say anything to expose their laziness by using supernatural powers.

However, she thought about it and reminded:

"Will the dean say anything after the festival is over?"

At this time, Du Jinyan smiled and said:

"It's okay, the dean will have to stay in the Temple of Literature for a while after that. The two of us are just going to go to the Lin Xue Palace, and he can't find us if he wants to say anything."

Jiang Yuan also smiled when he heard this, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of tea for each of them.

The two picked up the tea, and Zhou Zhi said again:

"On weekdays, you still have to be more relaxed, and if you don't have good spirits, no matter how many books you read, it's useless."

"Thank you, sir, for your teaching."

She was very obedient and agreed, but Zhou Zhi just said with a smile:

"You, you, you promised quickly, but you didn't listen...... You just want to get out of here?"

Ever since she received the letter from Jiangnan, her already hard work has become even more crazy, and sometimes she has to use some strong measures to give her a good rest.

When I replied to the letter that day, I stayed up all night, choosing words and sentences, thinking a lot, and asking many gentlemen in the academy for advice.

"When Childe returns to the capital, I want to wait for him at the gate of the city."

Pinch your fingers, the trip to Jiangnan is up to three months.

However, if you study in the college, you cannot take leave to go down the mountain without completing eighty-one courses.

The eighty-one doors were to be completed in March, and the difficulty was difficult to climb.

"Then you don't have to fight so hard. Do you want your master to open you a small stove?"

Du Jinyan stroked his beard, and didn't seem to have any opinions.

However, Jiang Yuan refused with a smile.

"Childe sent me here to learn the real thing, and I can't let him down."

"You, you."

Zhou Zhi looked at Jiang Yuan and was helpless, so he had to say:

"Forget it. I can't cure you. There is also a gentleman from Shanglin Xue Palace, let her help you these days."

"Huh?"

As soon as Zhou Zhi was about to explain something, Du Jinyan pulled him to turn his head and run, but the other party grabbed it with a big hand, and finally threw the two back into the festival honestly, unable to desert.

Jiang Yuan felt that breath, it was the dean of the academy......

However, compared to the dean of the college, she cared more about the person who appeared in front of her.

"Sister Shen Yan?"

"Did Xiao Yuan'er miss her sister? But I want that bad guy to go."