Chang'an is a city with no regrets, except for its June.

In a hurry, a hundred years later, the Tang Dynasty passed, Dayu was established, and Yong'an was still like this.

The summer heat is unbearable, the sun is getting brighter and brighter, the temperature is getting higher and higher, the heat is enveloping the streets and alleys, and the occasional wind is also a disgusting warm atmosphere.

The verdant and full green leaves wilted, the weeping willows on the riverbank became more and more dark green, the grapes on the shelves were smoked purple and red, the ice cubes of the dignitaries and nobles were brought out of the ice cellars, and the windows of ordinary people's houses were all open.

The same is true of Seifu-in.

Compared to the risk of theft, the horror of the current heat is relatively greater. Compared with the topless and bareback in the ordinary alleyways, the students in the college are still more elegant, and when walking around the campus, no matter what the temperature is, they will not appear disheveled.

The scholar's robe was replaced with a thin one, and almost everyone held a folding fan in their hands, and when they met people, they talked eloquently, and then the folding fan shook gently, looking extremely chic. But if you look closely, the magnitude of the shaking of the folding fan and the degree to which their clothes are soaked with sweat can be seen in their hearts.

Behind the Hall of Wisdom is a lake, and on the lake is a stone bridge that has stood for countless years. The wind rises from the shore of the lake, and when it blows through the lake, it carries with it those moist smells, and the shade of the acacia falls on the shore of the lake, blocking the scorching sun, and the air is countless cooler than elsewhere.

Compared to the stuffiness of the dormitory, the location here is a good place to cool off. So in addition to the really unbearable noon, early morning and late afternoon, there will be a lot of people.

There are many things left by scholars on the stone bridge, and the poems and songs are written on the stone railing, which were left by the previous students of Seifuin when they returned, and even after countless years, the handwriting is still clear, which shows the good intentions. This time, the Tang Tomb was opened, and many of the former students of Seifuin Temple returned from all over the world, and many of them came here. There are many new inscriptions and inscriptions on the bridge.

When the summer is over, many people will come here to watch, read the new inscription, and understand the scenery of the senior brothers.

It's just that many people can't remember those names that are not famous in their hearts, and they look for them in those poems, and they seem to want to see a person's inscription.

Bai Jiu is a celebrity in Seifu-in, and I heard that he has climbed Zhushan, but he has not officially worshiped under the door of Lord Wensheng, and he is still studying in Seifu-in.

The summer heat forced many students to cool off by the lake, and many people had a fluke mentality in their hearts, would Bai Jiu also come here?

There are many reasons why the sun on the shore of Linze Lake is not too strong, on the one hand, the clear water of the lake, and the dense bamboo forest.

Bai Jiu's house is in the depths of the bamboo forest, facing the lake in front of it and the bamboo forest behind it.

So it's really not very hot, and he doesn't have to go to the lakeside behind the temple, it's just fine to stay in the house.

At this time, he looked at the lake outside the window and was stunned, and he was still flipping through a book in his hand, called "Keyin".

The scorching sun sprinkled on the surface of the lake, and it lost a bit of its arrogance in an instant, and in the sparkling waves, there was a bit of warmth, as if spring had come again.

Ouyang Luo sat opposite him, she didn't read the book, but drew some small letters on the paper, and looked up at Bai Jiu from time to time, there were doubts in her eyes, and she was also a little worried.

"Keyin" is a novel about a vengeful past in the Spring and Autumn Period, followed by the current situation at that time. How the protagonist survives under many pressures, then grows, then takes revenge, and finally returns, is a typical revenge success story. Interestingly, the author of this book is a poet in the Tang Dynasty, and this novel is the only book he wrote except for poetry.

In addition to the necessary practice and sleeping in the recent period, Bai Jiu has been reading books for a long time, and he has read novels or biographies, books on the practice of the library building, and he has not touched any of them.

Ouyang Luojue was a little strange and a little uneasy.

As if he was finally tired of seeing the scenery outside the window, Bai Jiu took his gaze back and fell back on the book.

Ouyang Luo stopped the pen in his hand and asked, "Revenge, is it really important?" ”

Bai Jiu didn't look up, his eyes were still on the book, and he replied, "This is a very boring question. ”

Ouyang Luo said: "Even if it is revenge, you must have a certain strength, otherwise you are gambling." ”

Bai Jiu said: "Life is originally gambling, and it doesn't hurt to have more. ”

"Why can't you wait for the time when the forces are evenly matched?"

"Gambling is Bo, and this is the truth of Bo Da with a small one. Once it arrives, it will become more and more inconvenient, and it will only affect the whole body. ”

"Hitting a stone with an egg is not Bo, but stupid."

"The rabbit can still fight the eagle, how can there be an absolute thing in life."

Ouyang Luo hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "But you will die." ”

Bai Jiu smiled: "Who can let me die?" ”

If you ask each other about life and death, the forces in Yong'an City are actually divided very simply-the side that wants Bai Jiu to die, and the side that wants Bai Jiu to live. With the passage of time, Yong'an City, which was originally full of murderous intent, has now become the safest place. If he himself didn't do anything out of the ordinary, even if he was a saint today, it would be impossible for Bai Jiu to die easily, after all, he was now with Ling Men behind him.

If Bai Jiu really died unexpectedly in Yong'an City, then who could withstand the anger of those gentlemen in Zhushan, and who could withstand the anger of Lord Wensheng?

Ouyang Luo's expression was gloomy, and he said with some annoyance: "Revenge is really a very boring thing. ”

Bai Jiu glanced up at her, his expression gradually softened, and said, "Don't worry, as long as it's here, no one can kill me."

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The summer night should be clear, but tonight it is unusually deep, the sky is unusual, there is no moon and no stars, and dark clouds cover the face.

The night before dawn is the darkest and coolest, and people take advantage of this little period of the coolest time to do the most beautiful and deep sleep, trying to make up for all the lost time in the summer.

Seifu-in Temple is quiet as usual, and the night is slightly cool.

The house on the shore of Lin Ze Lake was as normal as ever, and the people who wanted to take advantage of the cool and not sleep had already left early.

Seifuin has a lot of side doors, and there is one on the shore of Linze Lake, which is specially prepared for those students who have excelled.

There was no one to watch over the door, so there was no way to know if someone had left.

Bai Jiu walked very carefully this time, he did not wear a hospital uniform, but a very old long gown, and a large smock on the outside. The black hat falls, and as long as you look down, you can hide your face, but it doesn't really matter. He carried two swords tonight, with the abyss hanging around his waist and the night tour wrapped in a coarse cloth around his back.

Without greeting anyone, Ouyang Luo should have fallen asleep at this time, he walked out of Qingfeng Courtyard, stared at the flowing and wide Qi water, and then disappeared into the night.

Walking through the quiet streets and alleys of the East City, the cool night breeze also passes through it, whether it is the tired residents or the vigilant dogs still sleeping soundly in the night, the whole city has never woken up in a sweet dream. Only the carriage that delivered at night ran over the blue stone slabs, and the sound felt extremely abrupt and loud, but it was still drifting away.

The dim light illuminated the road ahead, the candles in the lanterns flickered uneasily, and the night seemed to be deeper.

The carriage crossed Shenwu Avenue, which was already the southern city.

Bai Jiu's gaze passed through the cracks of those wooden barrels and landed somewhere in Nancheng.

The vehicle delivering the food was going to Yunxiju, at the mouth of an alley in Nancheng, Bai Jiu jumped down from the carriage, landed quietly with his feet, and quickly disappeared into the alley with a flick of his body, blending into the night.

In his bosom was a simple map marked with a location in the southern city. After that night, Lu Yu investigated and drew the approximate location.

Nancheng is the place with the most residents in Yong'an, so most of the lanes are narrow and dense, but the location of this place, the lanes are much wider than other places, and the houses are getting bigger and bigger.

There is a lake in the southern city, which is called Lotus.

Every summer, the surface of the lake is the lotus leaves rising from the sky, facing the endless blue of the lake. During the hottest period of summer, the lotus flowers in the leaves bloom in the sun, which is red and beautiful.

There is a small building on the edge of the lake, which is mostly inhabited. Bai Jiu walked along the shore of the lake, his body almost blended in with the night, except for the croaking of frogs and insects, only the sound of running water and the slight wind remained. The houses in the distance are getting closer and closer, looking at the alienated but ancient bamboo-walled huts, the brows under Bai Jiu's robe are gradually raised.

The night is dark, so the lanterns hanging outside the bamboo wall are particularly conspicuous, and the dim light is sprinkled around, not too bright, but enough to see the road clearly.

The lake is lit with a faint glow, and the road surface is very clean, and it seems that someone has been cleaning it regularly.

I walked more and more, until the blue stone slabs became smooth pebbles, the road surface changed from smooth to subtle bumps, and a fenced bamboo gate appeared in front of me.

Bai Jiu walked to the door and looked in through the sparse bamboo fence. There is a low green in the field of vision, and a vegetable garden is planted with unknown plants, and the branches and leaves are gently lifted upwards, giving off a leisurely fragrance.

In front of the thatched house, a man in white was lying on a bamboo chair, his eyes closed and he fell asleep, as if he had not woken up from a dream.

The sky was darker, and the sun, moon and stars were above the dome, and there was not the slightest scene in the world.

The calm water of the lake suddenly rippled, the silent night sounded with intermittent ticking, the bamboo railings clicked, the green leaves bent slightly, and the road surface gradually became slippery. Bai Jiu stretched out his hand and leaned on the hilt of the sword on his waist, and his hand felt slightly damp, it turned out that it was raining.

A little dampness was added to the leisurely fragrance, Bai Jiu did not push the door in, but quietly looked at the man in white in the chair

After a while, the light rain did not mean to stop, but became more and more urgent, Bai Jiuwei paused and then pushed the door and walked in.

The dim glow of the lanterns gradually brightened the courtyard, and the rain reflected the light and fell between the vegetable garden and the houses, and the small courtyard here was dappled like a shadow.

The man in white didn't open his eyes, his fingers slowly tapped on the side of the bamboo chair, and said flatly: "The night rain is slightly cool, and it is the most suitable to rest." You didn't dream about it in Seifuin, you came to me dressed in black, you must have come to kill me. ”