Since they had already returned to Yuezhou ahead of schedule, several students, including Li Fuzi and Yi Abao, naturally returned to Yuezhou Academy.

The framing of that pair of characters finally invited an old craftsman who was familiar with the academy to come to the Yuezhou Academy with tools to complete the work.

The paper looked old and fragile, but after the old craftsman checked it, he found that the paper was actually extremely tough, and it was not difficult to frame it according to the normal process.

In the end, the effect of framing it into a scroll was also very good, and while the old craftsman who had been pinching the sweat was relieved, he made ten trips of money in one trip, and he also walked away with a smile.

At night, in the dormitory in the backyard of the academy, Po lay on the bed tossing and turning.

The person who lives with me is also one of the friends who went home together for the New Year last time, and this will have already fallen asleep.

After a little apprehension at the beginning, Yi Abao and the others gradually relaxed, but this relaxation was also relative.

After living in the academy for many days, Ah Bao considered taking advantage of the next day of rest to take a leave from his master and send the words home.

Yi Abao is only a fifteen-year-old boy, and when he is easy to fantasize, he can't help but think of Xu Zichang's words in his mind.

Gold and silver mountains, high-ranking officials are generous, long-lived and 100-year-old, such as beautiful flowers.

Thinking about it, Yi Abao couldn't help but reach out and touch the wooden cylinder in the corner of the futon, which contained the words.

But at this moment, Li Fuzi's harsh words in the restaurant that day surfaced in his heart again.

Such words are absurd, and even if they can be obtained at will, will they not trample on human justice? How can such a thing be right? ’

The old master has not been able to enter the officialdom for most of his life, and has been reading sages and sages for most of his life, and is educating students, although he knows the darkness of officialdom and knows that there are many dangers in the world, but at least in the students, his words are deafening.

At the same time, in the house in the residential square next to the east street in the city, Xu Zichang sat in the quiet room.

At this moment, Xu Zichang's breath was dark and uncertain, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his face.

Faintly, there seemed to be a voice around me.

"Oops. It's just a mortal, and holding such a treasure is also a tyrannical thing! ”

"If there is no basis for words, how many people can resist if they put their interests in front of people?"

"Even if you take it directly, what's the matter?" "If you copy one for him, who will see it?"

"What kind of immortal path are you like this?"

"How can you compare to Gongsun Yin? Hahaha."

Xu Zichang's eyelids trembled rapidly, and the aura gathered around him seemed to appear, forming some strange appearances visible to the naked eye, which were approaching him little by little, and he seemed to be aware of this.

The next moment, Xu Zichang suddenly opened his eyes, and a heavy sword box on the shelf in the room bounced open in an instant.

"Zheng~~~"

Sou~

A sword light came to his side, and Xu Zichang moved the sword in his hand and pointed angrily from his heart.

"Evil is dead—"

The sword light danced around Xu Zichang, cutting the surrounding aura, and the strange appearance of those aura condensation was crushed one after another, and some even appeared at this moment.

"Oh, that's scary."" Run."

The sword light swept in front of him, driving Xu Zichang's clothes, and the aura that had been gathered was also overflowing and draining, and the flying sword was also hanging in front of him and there was no longer movement.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho"

Xu Zichang gasped slightly, and couldn't help covering his chest with his hands, a feeling of sullenness never dissipated.

For a while, Xu Zichang's consciousness seemed a little drowsy, and it was obvious that the confrontation just now had actually consumed a lot of mental strength.

If you can get that pair of words, not to mention the infinite mysteries in it, even if you just put it around, you can suppress external evils, right?

This thought was almost difficult to suppress in Xu Zichang's heart.

I don't know how long it took, Xu Zichang reached out to grab the flying sword.

"Buzz"

At the moment when Xu Zichang held the flying sword, the sword body shook slightly, bringing a sharp roar, and the chill on the sword light made Xu Zichang suddenly feel excited.

——

In Yuezhou Academy, a vague and cold spiritual wind passed through the corridor, some dead grass, and swept away some residual snow.

The wind blew the courtyard and arrived outside the dormitory of the academy students, revealing a vague figure invisible to the naked eye.

Although this figure seems to be vague, it vaguely resembles Xu Zichang.

It was as if there was no need to look for it at all, and this figure had already arrived outside Yi Abao's bedroom.

"Woohoo. Woohoo"

The night of the academy brought a howling cold wind, and the bamboo inside was constantly swaying and rustling.

The window of Yi Abao's room suddenly "click~" and was blown open.

A black shadow like a terrifying ghost entered through the window, stretched out his arms, and grabbed Yi Abao with his sharp fingernails, making a hoarse and terrifying sound from his mouth.

"Take your life"

Yi Abao's body shook suddenly, and he woke up with a "ho" in his mouth.

While breathing, Yi Abao looked indoors, although it was dim, he could barely see.

The window is swaying in the wind, and the wind is whistling outside, crying like a ghost

But there was nothing unusual in the room, and there were no ghosts.

"Whew"

Yi Abao let out a long breath, it was just a nightmare

After lying down for a while, Ah Bao looked at his classmates who were purring softly, or lifted the quilt by himself, dragged his shoes and walked to the window.

After looking out of the window, Ah Bao closed the window and held the latch, his heart was a little more stable, and he hurried back to bed.

On the corridor outside the house, Xu Zichang stood against the wall, holding a long sword in his hand, and he also breathed a long sigh of relief.

After a long while, Xu Zichang left to leave, but he still subconsciously passed by Yi Abao's window, he looked in the direction of the window, as if he could see through the oil paper and wooden frame, saw the two sleeping inside, and even saw the words that had been framed.

It's close, it's close.

After hesitating repeatedly, Xu Zichang still eliminated the idea of waking Yi Abao.

Then Xu Zichang left in the wind, but he did not return to his residence, but walked alone on the street, and a wine jug flew out of his sleeve and was caught in his hand.

Just like that, he drank wine while walking, neither exhaling spiritual energy nor inducing mana, as if he was just getting drunk.

Eventually, by a pond in the city, Xu Zichang lay on the steps of the lower pond and kept pouring wine, the spout of the wine pot was slender and not big, but it seemed to have endless wine.

"Gollum. Gurgling"

Xu Zichang kept swallowing the wine and didn't stop at all.

After drinking for a while, Xu Zichang's face began to blush a little, and he was still far from being drunk.

"Hehehehehe

Lying on the ground and looking at the stars in the sky, Xu Zichang slowly lowered his hand, his eyes looked a little dull.

As time passed, the stars in the sky became more and more uncertain, and they were gradually obscured by faint clouds and mist, and the clouds became thicker and thicker, and the stars and moon were gradually unable to be seen.

Xu Zichang seemed to notice something, and couldn't help laughing, but then his heart moved.

A scroll flew out of his sleeve and fell to Xu Zichang's side, he grabbed it and slowly unfolded it, and the picture scroll was a charming girl dressed like a light veil.

How can a young and frivolous person, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, not have a spring heart?

With this thought in his heart, he couldn't hold it back, although Xu Zichang was still struggling, his tendency was becoming more and more obvious.

The sky was already dark, but the water vapor condensed in the sky gradually changed, and at this moment it began to rain lightly.

The rain fell to the earth, to the city of Wolju, to the streets, to the ponds, and to bring ripples.

And this coolness naturally fell on Xu Zichang's body and face, allowing him to regain some clarity in an instant.

It seems that because the sound of the rain covers up the other sounds, it seems that it is because of the disturbance that Xu Zichang lost his sharpness, and he didn't even notice that there was another person on the shore.

Until the man speaks.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently"

Xu Zichang propped himself up and looked at the shore, and found that there was a man in a dark blue coat standing by the pond, without an umbrella, and letting the drizzle fall on him.

As if sensing Xu Zichang's view, the man turned his head to look at the steps of the lower pond.

"This time the rain falls, the ice and snow melt by itself, and the fields are moistened on the ground and the evil of the New Year is born.

With Xu Zichang's eyes and divine thoughts as an immortal cultivator, he naturally wouldn't be unable to see the appearance of the person who came, he looked at the man in a daze, and his long gray hair seemed to be shining in the spring rain.

Although the number of qi is not obvious, but with this bearing in the body, and it appears in this situation, it is even more faintly sympathetic, how can Xu Zichang not know that the other party is very likely to be a person in the fairy road.

"Yes, the calamity has arrived, what the Taoist friend said is very true, Xu Mou's calamity has arrived."

The man smiled, his long sleeves flicking his negative hand behind his back.

"No, the calamity I am talking about is not yours, but mine, the catastrophe of the rain has finally come, hehehehehe"

Xu Zichang lost his mind slightly, and he was overjoyed when he heard the calamity? Could this Taoist friend be a demon?

"Poof~" sound.

The pond next to him was blown up by a stone, and some of it splashed on Xu Zichang's face.

Xu Zichang woke up suddenly, looked at the pond around him, the water was still turbulent, and then looked at the other side, where several children were scrambling to escape.

"Hahaha "Run, run!"

"Wait for me—"

Judging from the appearance of the children running away and the situation around them, it is likely that they saw someone sleeping by the pond, so they started to play a prank and hit a stone on the water to wake people up.

Obviously, the children succeeded, and Xu Zichang was awakened, but he was not angry, let alone chased those naughty children.

Xu Zichang looked at the sky in a daze, at this moment the sky was already bright, and there was no rain around.

I'm drunk?

So the person I saw last night, is it a dream or an illusion? Is it an immortal cultivator?

Or is it simply a nightmare demonic thought?

(End of chapter)