Jinling.

Late spring, light rain.

In the street market, the men who announced the good news beat gongs and drums, against the rain of silk, and then squeezed past the crowd of people who watched the excitement, and then crossed a group of people who read with blank eyes, and the gongs in their hands shook the sky, and they plunged into an inn called "Zhuangyuan Building", shouting out one name after another with a loud voice, and begging for a reward by the way.

"Aha, I'm in, I'm in, I'm the leader, I'm the leader!"

Everyone looked at the excitement, but saw a half-hundred-year-old man who heard that he was in high school, first moved two steps forward in the cluster with blank eyes, and then the corners of his mouth twitched, laughed stupidly, and then sat on the ground and cried, crazy.

Everyone was taken aback by this sudden scene, and at this moment, they saw someone rushing out, rolling up their sleeves, and raising their hands to pick up the old Confucian is a few big-eared scrapers.

only made the eyes of the list look like gold stars, and complained bitterly.

Some people are happy and some are worried, and two steps forward, on the bank of the Qinhuai River, I saw that there were also people shouting: "Oh, everyone, come and see, there is a person who is reading to jump into the river, fresh." ”

Immediately provoked a burst of chickens and dogs.

The river is smoky and rainy, the riverside is pink and willow green, and in the lonely boat that is walking with the waves, the oarman who is holding the boat is curious to the people under the canopy: "Childe is also here to take the exam, I don't know if it is high school?" ”

"Hehe," a chuckle sounded from under the canopy, "the name falls to Sun Shan." ”

The wind and rain drifted in, and suddenly saw the big sleeves waving, and looked fixedly, the person under the tent was a young man who looked like a double ten, wearing a Confucian robe, a white shirt and long sleeves, and looked at Wen Wen, but his face was a little pale, thin and cold, thin lips and narrow eyebrows, his eyes were like blades, and there seemed to be a chill in his bones.

The young man sat casually, still carrying a pot of wine in his hand, as if he was taking a nap with his eyes closed, and as if he was listening to the little song from the shore, and the laughter and laughter of the gentle village girls.

"What a terrible killing machine!" The young man muttered.

The oarman is an old man who is over the age of sixties, wearing a hat and a hat, playing a pair of bare feet, hearing the killing machine, he can't help but be stunned, look around, only to see the gong on the shore endlessly, and the girls in the Qinglou painting boat are even more eager, and then ask inexplicably: "Childe, this good day, how can you kill it?" ”

The young man's eyes lifted, and the tails of his eyes turned up like fox eyes: "How many people have studied hard for ten years, just for today, although they don't see blood, they don't lose the swords and swords on the rivers and lakes in terms of danger." ”

Lao Suo was still puzzled.

The young man casually dusted off the rain foam on his body and said with a smile: "What martial artists are fighting for seems to be fighting for martial arts cheats and money beauties, but in the final analysis, it is just a struggle for fame and fortune; And these scholars are similar, the winner is named on the gold list, the glory of the ancestors, and the name of the loser falls to Sun Shan, just like a bet, some people have gambled all their lives, gambled everything, and finally boiled their heads and faces, and have a few years to live. ”

Lao Suo was speechless for a while, but soon laughed again: "Childe said that he was joking, no matter how bitter this scholar is, it is better than fighting in the rivers and lakes, and he often draws his sword to see blood." ”

The young man raised his eyebrows, took a sip of wine, glanced at the wind and rain outside, and only smiled lightly, but did not respond.

The old man suddenly seemed to remember something, and looked at the young man's side, only to see a long strip of gray cloth wrapped there, like a weapon, and immediately silenced him, and said no more.

Besides, the lonely boat swung out with the waves, squeezing into a riverbank full of boats, and the young man got up, put down a few big pieces, put the package under his armpit, and walked quickly into the rain.

Red Mansion.

It's a name, just the name of a building boat, and it's no different from the places in Jinling City for men to spend their time.

The red light hangs high in the corner of the building, and every night, it will go off the shore, picking up customers along the way. In addition to those dusty women who scratch their heads and earn money for their skins and flesh, they can also chant poems and talk about elegance, or they can be filthy and vulgar, and do some shady business; The people who come and go are not only high-ranking officials and dignitaries, but also the nine streams in the market, both the heroes of the rivers and lakes, the heads of the white roads, the evil demons, the heroes of the green forest, in short, there is everything if you have money.

Seeing the young man coming back in the rain, he was a little embarrassed, and many girls who were lying on the side of the fence and looking forward to it suddenly showed disappointment.

In the eyes of these people, the young man looks very good, and he talks well, he is also famous, he has written a few songs, and he has been close to him a lot in the past, and most of them are looking forward to winning the middle in the first day.

But now that their wishes have been disappointed, they all immediately decided to look forward to a few other scholars who have not yet returned.

The young man didn't care, walked very fast, and came to a wing room on the second floor.

Outside the window, it was twilight, the smoke and rain were hazy, many colored lights were lit on both sides one after another, and the reflected river surface changed color, and then with the sound of the rain in the rain, there were some so-called everyone, famous prostitutes of the piano music, suddenly outlining a vivid Qinhuai night scene.

The young man exhaled: "I'm off the list." ”

Who are the young people?

Who else can there be besides Li Ducian.

He was not so surprised by this result, even if he could easily explore flowers in high school with the skill of the "Blue Dragon Society", Li Ducian did not do that.

For him, the same thing, one thing, achieved by oneself, obtained by oneself, and given by others are completely different things.

In Li Ducian's view, the result is just a goal to work for, and what is really valuable is the challenge brought by the result itself, but also the sense of achievement, pleasure, and pleasure brought by conquest at the moment when the result is achieved.

Just like if a person wants to stand on a high place, he must first endure hardships and sweat, although it is difficult and dangerous, but when he stands on the top and overlooks the mountains, he will find that everything he has paid is worth it.

Now, more than three months have passed since the original gathering in Chang'an City.

Li Ducian did not get too entangled in the issue of falling off the list, but concentrated on opening the burden he brought back.

Inside it turned out to be a painting.

There are mountains and rivers in the painting. The mountain is a steep mountain, the cliff is thousands, towering into the clouds, the shape is like a unique divine edge, fantastic and magnificent, magnificent; The water is green, turning around the mountains, isolated from the world, and does not know the depth.

Just between the high mountains and green waters, there is also a low mountain, leaning against the cliff and facing the green water.

And on that low mountain, deep in the woods, there is a magnificent mountain villa.

There is also a line of words in the next corner.

"The ninth day of the fourth month...... At the foot of Cuiyun Peak, on the shore of the green water lake, Xie Xiaofeng, the third young master of Shenjian Villa, ...... "Just seeing these words, Li Duciao's hand holding the painting has tightened, and the last two words made his expression change, because it was, "Captured!" ”

The Blue Dragon Society is actually planning to make a move on Excalibur Villa?

Li Ducian frowned, the reason for acting like this is not difficult to guess, it is nothing more than that the Great Dragon Head intends to use Xie Xiaofeng to contain the Divine Sword Villa, or even control it.

What's even more bizarre is that as the scroll opens, but after a dozen breaths, everything on the painting disappears and disappears, leaving only a blank scroll of paper.

Li Ducian's eyes were shining, he had almost forgotten that he was the head of the seven dragons of the "Blue Dragon Society" for the past three months, except for reading and practicing, as if the big dragon leader had forgotten him, he didn't want to move, he moved amazingly, and he actually signed the idea of "Divine Sword Villa".

He didn't panic about this matter, Xie Xiaofeng has not yet grown up, no matter how powerful he is, how powerful can he be, the real opponent of this battle should be the accumulated heritage of the "Divine Sword Villa".

And it is absolutely impossible to let him act only as a dragon head, there must be a master to come.

"Interesting."

In the silent night, as there are more and more lights outside the window, Li Ducian has placed two books in front of him at some point, the night breeze blows in, the two secret books tremble, the pages are turned, and the portraits painted on them are all vivid, as if they want to jump out of the paper.

The handwriting is flowing and the portrait changes with the wind, only in the dark eyes of Li Dui, all these things gradually converge into a few words.

"Heavenly Buddha descends to the clutches of the devil!"