"Old friend, what year is it?"

"Seventeen years of heavenly prayer. ”

"Seventeen years? yes, it's been seventeen years since the last 'Heavenly Change', and the next 'Heavenly Change' is just around the corner..."

The two were speechless for a moment.

The tragedy of that year is vivid, Mei Daoren and Ling Chunqiu are both survivors of the "Heavenly Change", and now they can't help but sigh when they think back to that time.

"What about Luo Shaoxia and Miss Ning Hua?" Ling Chunqiu came here for a long time and didn't meet Luo Buyi and Ning Hua, but watched Mei Daoren drink a full half jar of rice wine, and gradually talked nonsense, fortunately, he didn't drink a drop of wine, and he could still take care of one or two.

Mei Daoren squinted a pair of drunken eyes and smiled, and said: "The two of them went to set up a stall to calculate the fortune and solve the lotus, it's also funny, how can the poor Dao lack their few broken silver? ”

Ling Chunqiu also smiled and said, "These two are temperamental, interesting and tight, how did you know them?"

Mei Daoren drank a glass of wine, and explained how Luo Buyi and Ning Hua came to the Taoist Temple to ask for a signature, how the angel flew down, and how the sword immortal came to the world clearly.

"The two of them are such masters?" Ling Chunqiu said in disbelief, although he knew that these two people had cultivation in their bodies, he never imagined that their cultivation would be so high.

With a smile, Mei Daoren said as if laughing at himself: "Originally, I thought that maybe Master Zu's ghost and god skills have a successor, but then I thought about it, maybe people won't take it in their eyes at all." Alas, ashamed of the ancestors!"

Speaking of which, Ling Chunqiu was not easy to answer, but he had also seen too much of Mei Daoren's drunken nagging, and when he woke up, he would definitely deny everything he had said.

The evening breeze is gentle, and the clouds are scattered.

By the time Luo Buyi and the three of them arrived at the Taoist temple, Mei Daoren was already drunk and lay motionless on the table. And Ling Chunqiu sat opposite Mei Daoren and drank by himself, looking like he was also drunk.

"Master Ling!" Luo Buyi hurriedly greeted Ning Hua, and didn't forget to pull the stupid Sanqi.

Ling Chunqiu turned his head and said, "It turned out to be the two of you, how about setting up a stall?" Well, who is this?" Although these two people are great masters, they are not enough to make him, a great Confucian, how to be afraid, not to mention that in his opinion, the two are very well-behaved.

Luo Buyi pulled Sanqi to his side and introduced: "This is Sanqi, with great ambitions, admired by us, but he has no way to study and no books to read, so he wants to borrow a convenience from the master, so that Sanqi can fulfill his wishes!"

Then he turned his head to Sanqi and said, "Don't you want to enroll in Qinghua? This is the vice dean Ling Chunqiu Ling Master in person!"

Looking at the old man who was still drinking and enjoying himself, Sanqi stammered: "You... You lied... "How come it just so happened that they wanted to enter Qinghua Academy, and they were able to find someone to call him Master Ling?" Master Ling was one of the great Confucians in the world, how could he appear in the backyard of such a Taoist temple so casually, and drink with others without any regard for demeanor.

"Hahaha... Deceive people, deceive people, deceive people. But do you want to enroll? The old man asked you, what college did you go to before, and who was the gentleman?"

Ling Chunqiu wiped the little wine from his beard, and when he couldn't help laughing, he accidentally spilled some of his wine glasses.

Listening to the old man in the Confucian shirt asking himself, regardless of whether he was really a Confucian Master Ling, Sanqi said half-bitterly and half-shyly: "The student has never entered the academy, nor has he been taught by Mr., and what he has learned so far is only stealing from his part-time job in the academy..."

"Academies in all five states, whether they are government-run or not, should have work-study places, why don't you apply?" Ling Chunqiu frowned, he was not only a great Confucian in the world, but also one of the actual helmsmen of Qinghua Academy, and he had some understanding of the school-running situation in various places.

Sanqi said: "The rest of my life was in Zhongzhou, I was helpless since I was a child, struggling in Pudi, and a few years later I met an orphan and accompanied him. However, although Yu was fortunate to be safe, he was seriously ill, and the income from Yu's part-time work was all his medicine and decoction, but he had no spare energy to get another degree. It was a rare opportunity for him to work part-time, and he could also pay off his tuition, but he chose to settle his salary to buy medicine for his companions, even if he couldn't go to school.

A hint of understanding flashed in Ling Chunqiu's eyes, and he asked again: "You said that you are from Zhongzhou, then you will come to Qingzhou, your companion..."

Hearing this, he smiled bitterly: "With the feeling that there is no cure for a serious illness, the starry night is gone, and when I find it, there is only half of the corpse left, according to the government army, it is the devil's doing..."

Luo Buyi and Ning Hua only knew that Sanqi had such a story, and it is estimated that his name was changed later, which shows his deep meaning. After thinking about it again, Luo Buyi planned to help again, and said to Ling Chunqiu, who was silent: "Master Ling doesn't know, Sanqi still has great ambitions!"

"Oh, why would you like to hear it!"

These words did not come from Ling Chunqiu's mouth, but from Mei Daoren, who was half-crawling up with his arms on his back.

"Raise a hundred scriptures in the furnace, feed the road with your body!"

As soon as these words came out, both Ling Chunqiu and Mei Dao stood up suddenly, and looked at Sanqi with burning eyes.

For a long time, just when Sanqi was almost crushed to the ground by the momentum of the world's great Confucian and Xuan-level masters, Ling Chunqiu and Mei Daoren glanced at each other, and said to Sanqi: "Letting you enter the academy will inevitably cause gossip and cause disaster for you." I don't know if you would like to come to the academy to work? The academy building has been messed up a lot by Zeng and Jin's master recently, and someone needs to tidy it up, don't worry, the salary is indispensable to you!"

Joy from the sky!

"It's... The student thanked Master Ling Daru Ling!" "At this time, if Ling Chunqiu's identity cannot be confirmed, Sanqi can just die stupidly, and there is no need to read any poetry books in vain." And he specially asked him to clean the scripture building, which is self-evident!

Ling Chunqiu calmly accepted the 371 bow and then let him get up and stand behind him.

And Sanqi was still in a trance at this time.

It turned out that what he said on the sign was not wrong, and this young man's release was also very accurate, and sure enough, he was his nobleman! Thinking like this, he took out the miscellaneous essays that he had received in his arms, handed them to Luo Buyi and Ning Hua and said: "Thank you two for your help, thank you Sanqi! This book is not what Sanqi deserves." Touching the book cover again, there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Luo Buyi stepped forward to take the book, and when he saw that Sanqi's eyes were different, he laughed and said, "What, don't you want to admit that you are accurate in your calculations?"

Sanqi hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, Sanqi just feels that there is something wrong with the cover of this book." ”

"Isn't it right, how is it wrong?" Luo Buyi rubbed back and forth, not noticing anything wrong.

At this time, Ling Chunqiu said with a smile: "At that time, when the Zhao family lady gave the book, the old man found that it was a little strange, this book cover is slightly thicker than the ordinary book cover, although the book is an ancient book, it is true, but I think there are many skilled craftsmen who can open the surface of the cover and embed some things." ”

Luo Buyi saw that Ling Chunqiu was talking about the Tao, and said curiously: "Then what can you put in here? ”

"Gold leaf or cicada yarn, or plain paper, is the only thing that can be put in, but the craftsman seems to have deliberately made it so rough that it can be easily detected by those who have been in contact with books for many years. As for what will be on it, it is not within the old man's consideration. Ling Chunqiu stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"I have some guesses, it can't be that the young lady gave Luo Shaoxia a love thing, such as a love poem, or a note. Hey, hey..."Mei Daoren said with a pair of drunken eyes.

Luo Buyi subconsciously looked at Ning Hua, and when he saw that he didn't say a word, he panicked somehow, and hurriedly said: "There's no reason to work so hard, if it's really as Mei Daochang said, just give it to me directly, why go around in such a big circle, in my opinion, she may know that there is something strange about this book, but she doesn't know what is in it, so she treats it as a gift." ”

As he spoke, he took out the black knife and held it in his hand, placed the book on the table, and carefully cut the edge of the book cover with the black blade. He didn't dare to use sword qi or sword qi, lest the power be too great to destroy the book cover, and the sharpness of the black knife alone was enough to cut it.

Mei Daoren was half drunk and half awake, and sneered: "How is it possible, the book cover is flexible and extremely thin, unless it is patiently uncovered with water, otherwise no matter how sharp it is, it will not be able to peel off the book cover from the side edge and split it in two." ”

However, before he could finish speaking, he saw that Luo Buyi's black knife easily cut into the book cover, as if he was cutting tofu with a thin blade, as sharp as this!

The two poles of the world are the most difficult to break, the strongest is extremely hard, the blade is difficult to enter, and the softest to the soft is not forced, the blade is difficult to add, the scene in front of me is simply eye-opening.

Ling Chunqiu was limited to what he had learned, although he was surprised, he didn't take it to heart, and after Luo Buyi cut a little bit into it, he said, "Stop, such a depth should be about the same." "Craftsmen usually leave some space so as not to be seen by others, and it is enough for Luo Buyi's blade to be submerged just in.

Hearing this, Luo Buyi put away the black knife, and gently tore the paper that was divided into two pieces with his hands, and sure enough, a piece of gauze as thin as a cicada's wing, about two fingers wide, fell down.

Ning Hua picked it up casually, only to see that there was only one sentence left on it, and Ning Hua read: "Yu tastes working in the palace, and there is a dragon qi hidden in it." ”

"The Imperial Palace, it seems that this object should be passed down from ancient times, but for some reason it is embedded in this book. Ling Chunqiu glanced at it and said, at the same time, his brows furrowed deeply, this world has been without imperial power for thousands of years, how can he say that the palace is boring, or does it really have a deep meaning.

Ning Hua said: "Since it is so, I don't know what the use of the so-called things is left, and it will be destroyed." There was not the slightest difference in his words, and he gently threw the object out as he spoke.

Luo Buyi waved his hand, the gauze burned out, and he looked at Ning Hua and said, "Look, I'll just say that it's definitely not a love poem!"

Everyone laughed, as for what everyone really thought, it is unknown, you must know that no matter what time it is, "Imperial Palace" and "Dragon Qi" are not ordinary things.

"It's getting late, Ling said goodbye!" Ling Chunqiu estimated that the sky was dark, and he should not have closed the door of the Jinglou yet, and he had to rush over as soon as possible.

"Master Ling, go slowly!" Luo Buyi said to Ning Huagong.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I don't have to cook dinner for you!" "Dare to do this to Ling Daru is the only one who is Mei Daoren, Mei Daoren waved his hand as if disgusted, wishing that the two of them would leave quickly.

Ling Chunqiu was the first to leave, and Sanqi naturally hurried to follow, and he didn't forget to salute everyone before leaving.

"Wait!"

At this time, Luo Buyi suddenly ran over, stretched out his hand to the surprised Sanqi, and said, "Where is the hexagram?"

Sanqi was stunned for a moment, then smiled, took out the money bag from his arms and threw it high at Luo Buyi, laughing and following after Ling Chunqiu.

Luo Buyi caught the money bag and weighed it, hey, heavy.

He closed the door with a smile and walked back to the table.

"How much?" asked Ning Hua.

"It should be a lot of weight. This was the first hexagram he had earned so hard.

Luo Buyi poured it on the table, and his face instantly darkened half.

"One, two, three... Seventeen. Ning Hua counted them one by one, and added: "There are indeed a lot." ”

It's a lot, but it's a pity that it's all copper plates, and there is not even a single grain of broken silver.

How did that Sanqi go all the way from Zhongzhou to the capital city of Qingzhou?

Luo Buyi's face finally turned black.

Remember that there is a permanent address for knives in the world