Pei Ye walked into Lin Jue's room.

The girl's boudoir is very different from the one she remembered when she was a child.

This boudoir now seems a little "full", with small and unique flowers, large and small books, all kinds of delicate gadgets, and a wide variety of wall hangings, showing a dazzling and orderly feeling.

Guy couldn't go out, so the girl poured all her thoughts into her own little world.

The first thing you see when you walk in is a delicate little stove, on which is a slightly crooked teapot, and on the wall of the pot is a picture of a puppy with a clumsy pen.

Pei Li lifted it, and the girl's hands were full of clay, and her little white face splashed with mud appeared from her memory. Pei Ye couldn't help but smile and put it on the table next to him.

I opened another drawer and pulled out the topaz seal carved with a rabbit carved into it.

took out the seal, there were more than a dozen bits and pieces of coarse jade scraps in the drawer, Pei Ye picked up a few and looked at them, but he was stunned, engraved with dense, crooked and slanted small characters, frowning and looking, among which there were many words "De", "Tibet" and "Crane".

Pei Li suddenly came to his senses.

This is the trace of the girl's word-by-word practice in front of the green jade pillar carved for him.

The room was quiet for a while, Pei Ye thought that his mood was already unobstructed after cutting off the head, but at this time he was hit again, and he only then realized that hatred can be washed away by swords and blood, but sadness is a permanent and invisible lingering.

"Don't fall into the clouds......" In the silent room, Pei Ye muttered to himself.

In fact, in the previous comforts, Pei Ye was certainly warmed by the girl's encouragement, but it was more because of the sincerity carried in it, rather than the encouragement itself.

Because he never went down.

Unlike in the eyes of outsiders, Pei Li never felt that he had really experienced unbearable setbacks, nor did he feel that he had fallen to the bottom of his life.

Because the matter of practicing martial arts was originally his love rather than the sustenance of his whole life.

The injury of the dantian seed certainly made him chagrin and frustrated, but it did not reach the point where the whole world collapsed; Hard work, progress, winning, this kind of life is certainly enjoyable for him, but running the mountain stream to fish for locust flowers is also full of happiness.

Ten years of lamenting and wasting in the eyes of others are just another way for Pei Li.

And in the back of his heart, there has always been a pride that he has never spoken, that he has never even been aware of—even if I waste five, ten, fifteen years?

From the moment I was able to practice again, as long as I still wanted to win the first place in those martial arts exams, who could stop me?

Even Yan Feiqing, who has won a lot of respect from him, in Pei Ye's imagination about meeting, he is not standing opposite him as a shouter in the audience, but with a sword.

At this time, the young man's self-confidence has not weakened in the slightest, and he still firmly believes that he can win countless firsts, in Fenghuai, in Bowangzhou, and even in Shenjing City, which is in the limelight of thousands of people, but the voice that shouted loudly for his childish and crude fist from the beginning can no longer be heard.

The boy moved his throat, looked out the window unconsciously, lowered his head again, put back a few broken jade pieces in his hand, and closed the drawer.

Then he found the birdcage and the hand-drawn book, which was neatly bound next to a large pile of familiar paper, cemented with thread and pulp. Pei Ye picked it up and flipped through it, which was the last few pages of the newspaper in the previous issue. It is breaded with a cover, on which are written "chivalrous bones" three letters, and the back is still to be bound.

This is really a treasure, Pei Ye unceremoniously held it in his arms, and laughed softly: "It's so good, borrow it." ”

……

Scooped up the last shovel of loess and poured it on the top of the grave, Pei Ye handed back the shovel, and returned home as a farewell to everyone.

Although the calamity has been relieved now, it is not easy.

First of all, the dark blue substance on his body has not yet figured out the reason, and he has to wait for the team of Shenjing to come;

secondly, the situation of the black cockroach with his own fate is also between good and bad, and he suddenly soars or falls into the abyss one day;

Again, his own dantian seed is still missing, although it is not a big problem at present, but in the long run, it is related to the future of life, the black mantis guesses that the Candle World Sect holds the promised seed, but where to find the trace of the Candle World Sect?

The last one is the only one that I can control, that is, the Golden Autumn Martial Arts Competition at the end of the month. This is a martial arts test with no age limit and everyone goes all out, and there are many people who break the seed and make a living. Although he beheaded a seven-vein martial artist, if he faced head-on in the ring, the three and four pulses were extremely threatening opponents, and he had to practice more during this time.

Pei Li practiced the sword for an hour as usual, and made up for half an hour of boxing, planning to return to the martial arts hall tomorrow to practice with the masters.

Seeing that the sun was getting hotter and hotter, Pei Ye picked up the kitten, lay down under the shadow of the tree, and opened the newspaper book taken out of Lin Jue's house.

"Heroic Bones".

Turning the first page, there is a set poem.

So-called:

He has always sought from the straight sword, and he does not believe in the judgment of heaven and hatred.

Desperately fighting ghosts borrowed a few lives, and Qiongge bought a few wines in exchange for Qiu.

Just because I heard the weeping at the banquet, I put the cup and let it go and stayed for a while.

Heroes may not be able to save the world, how can the wicked be happy and worry-free!

Pei Ye came to his senses, and he straightened his lying posture and read it carefully.

The last story of this "Qingluan in the Mirror" was written about a talented man from a poor family and a beautiful woman from a high family, although Pei Ye did not fall in time, but the young man who was thirteen or fourteen years old at that time could not understand the essence after all.

And this one is obviously written about chivalry and righteousness, which is the favorite theme of teenagers.

The first time is to say that there is a scholar in the border state, diligent and studious, filial piety and filial piety, loyal and upright, but the family is poor, only half farming and half studying, life is very difficult. Fortunately, when he was plowing the field one day, he actually dug out a strange pearl and placed it in the dark room, the light and shadow were brilliant, and the scholar was surprised and hurriedly returned home.

The youngest daughter of the tailor shop in Zhenxi, named Wanxiu, is very beautiful, and the scholar grew up together, and the two gradually fell in love. However, the scholar's family is poor, and it is difficult to conclude this marriage.

Now that this bead was dug up, the scholar discussed with Wanxiu, intending to sell it as a hired capital, buy a family house, and marry her. However, Wanxiu glared at him angrily and said:

"I love you because I love your tenacious character and Lingyun's ambition. If you have this character, I will elope with you without any wealth; If I don't have this character, I don't hesitate to say a word to you. Now that you finally have money, you don't go to study to catch the exam, but you want to marry me with all of it, where is your character now? ”

The scholar was shocked into a cold sweat, hurriedly introspected, found a shop to pawn the jewel, studied every day, and won the show after half a year. At this time, the father-in-law had already loosened his mouth, but the book business was in the examination to raise people, and he would come back and do it again. Wanxiu also supported the scholar and said to her father: "I will wait for him for as many years as he takes the exam, he doesn't think I'm old, and I'm not afraid of being old." ”

Finally, the township test was approaching, and the scholar bought a bead flower for his sweetheart, and the two agreed to get married when they returned victoriously, and the scholar set off with great ambition.

Three days of hard grinding into a ghost. The scorching sun in August was scorching, the cooking stove was scorching, and finally the cards were released, and the scholar walked out of the examination room wearing a soaked and air-dried kaftan that had been dried for an unknown number of times, with an expression full of expectation and a little apprehensive.

He couldn't wait to share the feelings of the past three days with his sweetheart, packed his things, got on his donkey, and hurried to the town.

This is the end of the first round.

Pei Ye was about to open the second article, when there was a sudden knock on the courtyard door: "Brother Pei, a team of knights has come from the county office, Lord Chang, please come over quickly." ”