Juxian Pavilion has a total of six floors, and from a distance, it looks like a delicate pagoda on the edge of the West Lake, but in fact, each of its floors is enough to accommodate a family of four, and each floor is about two feet high.

Not to mention, with such a large space, it is indeed very convenient to store books.

The first three floors of the Juxian Pavilion are all public spaces, from the bed and seat to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and occasionally the big man in the pavilion wants to live here for a while, the first three floors will be closed, and it is usually open to all members of the Juxian Pavilion.

In addition, the usual accommodation place of everyone in the Juxian Pavilion is very free, and idlers like Hong Laowang Wuwang Liu, who are already troublesome, simply live in the back garden.

The other fishing monks, priestesses, and so on that can be seen in ordinary times also live in other parts of the government.

Most of the others, especially those who are running errands outside, not only live in Yangzhou City, but also many even live in other places, and some will not communicate with Yangzhou for several years.

And the most mysterious group of people left are the five or six floors of Juxian Pavilion who live all year round.

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The fourth, fifth and sixth floors are all places where the Juxian Pavilion collects books, and the fourth floor is relatively open, and the books that ordinary members can refer to are limited to this floor, but even so, it will take more than ten years to read all the books on the fourth floor.

As for the fifth or sixth floor, those who can read these two layers of books must be licensed by Huang Youwan.

In fact, for the fact that Qin Lang could be licensed, Wang Liu and the others felt a little unbelievable.

……

"I know that Brother Qin is a young hero, with a bright future, and even an unknown background, but even so, compared to other people who have entered the fifth or sixth floor..."

"Sixth brother might as well speak up."

"Let's just put it this way, I know that Brother Qin's martial arts are strong, but those characters on the fifth or sixth floors are almost all the kind that can kill Brother Qin with a single finger."

“……”

"So no matter how special Brother Qin is, it really surprises me to get permission from Lord Huang."

Hearing Wang Liu's words, Qin Lang also grinned:

"Sixth brother, I can go to the fifth or sixth floor to read, are you very envious?"

"This... To be honest, not envy that is fake. ”

Wang Liu smiled, his smile was very simple, a middle-aged man smiled like a silly boy.

"But the book is not easy to read, just like martial arts is not easy to learn, sometimes reading books is the same as learning martial arts, it is easy to go crazy, especially some advanced mental cheats or something, I am now in the fourth layer step by step, there are trade-offs to read, in fact, I am already satisfied."

I have to say that Wang Liu's book is not in vain, although he is a martial artist, his words are quite a bit of the open-mindedness and style that a literati and Confucian should have.

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However, the state has national laws, there are rules for the industry, and there are rules for Juxian Pavilion.

Even if Qin Lang was licensed by Huang Youwan, it was impossible for him to directly enter the Juxian Pavilion to look for books just after living here for two days.

Not even the fourth layer.

Because before that, Qin Lang had to complete a task first.

This kind of thing is actually similar to the fact that newcomers show loyalty to the organization, and they are often some unsightly tasks, so when Qin Lang heard the news, his heart sank.

Especially when he came to inform himself, it was the bloodsucking old Dengwei Yifeng.

……

"Truly..."

Lao Deng let out a sinister villain smile that Qin Lang had only read about in books, and ran to Qin Lang's residence in the middle of the night, squatting at the window like a big bat:

"Let's go, Qin Lang, let's go now, Lord Huang said, I want to do this with you."

Although Qin Lang was very disgusted with this old Deng, for the sake of the big plan and for the sake of Beibei, he definitely couldn't give up his achievements because of this kind of personal feelings, so he immediately got up and got dressed.

"Where to go..."

"Northside."

"What are you going to do..."

"Kill."

……

Qin Lang hadn't killed anyone for a long time.

Xue Gui, Qingzhou Governor Zhou Ning, Blood Knife Gate...

Qin Lang had killed all the people who should or needed to be killed, and the first time he went to kill someone for the assignment from above, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Especially on the way to the destination with Lao Deng all the way over the eaves and over the wall, Qin Lang asked Lao Deng several times who he killed, but Lao Deng just smiled and said, "People are people", which made Qin Lang feel a little uneasy in his heart.

……

Hmmm-

Step –

Qin Lang and Wei Yifeng were both wearing night clothes and black scarves, and they were quickly shuttling through the streets and alleys of Yangzhou Mansion in the city that never sleeped.

The two of them were as light as swallows, except for the occasional movement on the walls and bricks, they tried to avoid all the candlelight lights along the way, like ghosts, so that Qin Lang had to admire Wei Yifeng's figure again.

Although this Lao Deng can't beat himself head-on, his light skills are indeed first-class, and it is no wonder that he was so troublesome in the wild boar forest at the beginning.

"How much longer?"

"What's the hurry, it's coming soon."

Qin Lang found that the closer to the northern city area, the dimmer the lights of each household, and the pavement of the houses at night, not to mention the city center, even compared with the south of the city, is not at the same grade at all.

Obviously, the north of the city belongs to the "short board" of Yangzhou Mansion.

The final destination of Qin Lang's trip to Beicheng is a mound under the shade of dead forests, which is scattered with rough thatched huts and mud houses, vaguely like households, but compared with other places in Yangzhou Prefecture, the environmental conditions can only remind Qin Lang of three words [slum].

"Okay, it's here."

"Lao Deng, where is this?"

"This is Luoshijing, Qin Lang, it's normal that you haven't heard of it when you first come to Yangzhou Mansion."

"Falling Stone Well..."

Qin Lang and Wei Yifeng stood together on the corner of the eaves of a dilapidated temple, looking at the black and dilapidated houses below, and occasionally saw a few shaking figures, regardless of men, women and children, all of them were ragged, almost no different from beggars, two or three of them directly found a straw mat on the ground and lay down to sleep.

"Who are these people?"

"It's a pariah."

"Untouchables?"

"It's just a miscellaneous person, after a prostitute and a slave, a fugitive who has been sold out, an abandoned baby orphan or something, and some are simply poor, so they can only be reduced to this place."

“……”

Qin Lang was silent, and Lao Deng turned his head and smiled:

"What? Compassionate? ”

“……”

Qin Lang didn't answer, but continued to ask:

"Why?"

"Why?"

"Yangzhou Mansion can be said to be second only to the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, why do these people still appear?"

"These people? What's wrong with these people? Isn't it alive and well? ”

Lao Deng pointed to some of the large vat that could be seen everywhere below:

"The rice and noodles in these jars are all distributed by Lord Huang for free, and no one has ever dared to deduct them, just enough for these people to live...... Of course, they have to find their own way to get clothes, houses and so on, not enough to live and not enough to wear, and it is enough to freeze to death a batch every winter. ”

Lao Deng said casually, and said impatiently:

"Anyway, today's task is to kill the two people who fell into the stone well, I know where they are, just finish the work with me one by one."

"Why?"

"Tsk, where did you get so much, why?"

Lao Deng glared at Qin Lang, but was glared back by Qin Lang, Lao Deng remembered that the other party was the one who almost killed him twice, and subconsciously shrank his neck and said depressedly:

"Qin Shaoxia, don't you know, during the time that Lord Huang went to the capital for a banquet, there were two people in Luoshijing who had been preparing to sue the emperor in the capital, and it happened that during the day today, a written essay was discovered by Lord Huang's ears and eyes, and we were called to deal with it tonight."

Lao Deng said, took out a white cloth from his arms, and handed it to Qin Lang.

Qin Lang looked at the blood words on it, and frowned at that time, until Lao Deng sneered:

"Don't make a fuss, I've tasted it, it's rat blood, these people deliberately pretend to be ghosts."

“……”

Well, that's fine.

Qin Lang looked at the content directly, basically angrily denounced "Huang Youwan is a dog official", "Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones in Luoshijing" and other things, hundreds of untouchables in Luoshijing are deeply persecuted and oppressed by the government and businessmen.

These contents did not meet Qin Lang's expectations, but only the last few short words made Qin Lang really surprised.

"It says that this falling stone well... It used to be called Falling Rock Village? Huang Youwan is from this village? ”

"That's right."

Lao Deng started his "unruly" funny laugh again:

"It is precisely because Lord Huang was born in this rockfall well, so he knows very well that the person who fell into the rockfall deserves to live like today...... Not to mention killing two people today, in fact, if you didn't kill all these hundreds of untouchables, Lord Huang was already a great good official. ”

Recently, the transition plot, everyone bear with it, there will be a blood in the month.

(End of chapter)