I don't know how long it took, but the old man withdrew the golden needle.

The originally brilliant gold color was a little dimmed at the moment.

The previous silver needles have long since lost their color, and are no different from ordinary silver needles.

The corners of the old man's eyes twitched, and his heart was dripping blood.

After a long silence, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

"Heaven punishes the man, there is no cure!!"

Li Ping'an held himself up and didn't fall, holding on to the wall with one hand, gasping for breath.

As if suffocated, he said in a hoarse voice.

"What is the Heavenly Punishment?"

The old man said in a deep voice: "If you don't touch karma, you won't be able to enter the path of cultivation for life.

He has a physical disability, but he has great strength in a certain aspect.

To put it simply, it is not tolerated by the laws of heaven and earth, and wanders outside the rules.

To put it more plainly, you don't belong to this world! ”

In just one sentence, Li Ping'an was shocked.

He was serious..... Not of this world.

Could it be that this is the price of his own crossing.

The old man let out a long sigh, "Although the people of heavenly punishment are extremely rare, they are unheard of to be so strong as you!" ”

Li Ping'an coughed a few times, but his brain was still buzzing.

The old man took one last look at Li Ping'an, "It's not bad to be an ordinary person and live a stable life." ”

After speaking, he said goodbye to Liu Yun and left.

As he walked, he muttered.

"I've poured blood mold for eight lifetimes."

Liu Yun stepped forward to support Li Ping'an, and said worriedly: "Are you okay?" ”

The fragrance is blowing on the face, and the fragrance is striking people.

The skin is better than snow, warm as fat.

Li Ping'an withdrew his hand quietly, "...... No problem...."

Liu Yun was slightly stunned, and a pair of beautiful eyes slowly turned.

“... Thank you so much this time.."

Li Ping'an was referring to Liu Yun's request for someone to treat his eyes, although he didn't know the identity of the old man.

However, from his conversation, he could feel that the other party was definitely not human.

"I'll go back first, I drank a little too much tonight, and I'll see you next time I have a chance."

After speaking, he didn't wait for Liu Yun to answer.

Li Ping'an had already turned around and left.

picked up Jing Yu, who was squatting on the ground and falling asleep, and left step by step.

...........

Splitting headaches.

Li Ping'an deeply realized what it was like.

Lying in bed for a long time and not being able to fall asleep

I can only force myself to visualize the Nirvana Sutra.

I don't know how long it took, but I remember that the movement outside was getting louder and louder.

It should be dawn.

Li Ping'an gradually lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found Jing Yu sitting on the edge of the bed, staring straight at him.

Li Ping'an rubbed his head, "What's wrong?" ”

"Honestly, the organization can consider letting you go."

"Confess what?"

"Nonsense, what was the situation between you and the princess yesterday? You two know each other? ”

"Sort of." Li Ping'an said casually.

"What do you mean? Let's be clear. ”

"Just ordinary friends."

"Ordinary friends? You lie to the ghost, ordinary friends can come to you in the middle of the night, ordinary friends can find the deputy eunuch of Qin Tianjian to come to you for eye treatment. ”

Li Ping'an waved his hand, not wanting to explain more.

sent Jing Yu away.

Li Ping'an had a simple meal.

Twelve meat buns, three bowls of porridge, one plate of pickles, ten soup buns, and three hu cakes.

Finally, I bought another box of Qiao Dim Sum, and then I went back to sleep satisfied.

For several days, Li Ping'an seemed to be drunk and dreaming of death.

The wine he drank was not ordinary wine.

It was the wine that Jing Yu brought from the academy, coupled with the silver and gold needles of the deputy supervisor of Qintian.

If it weren't for Li Ping'an's strong body, I'm afraid it wouldn't be a problem to sleep for a month.

............

In just a few days, the capital is an elegant place.

There was a lot of turmoil.

Someone spent a lot of money in Qingyue Pavilion, just for a poem by a Fengyue woman.

This kind of storyline has always been loved by literati and scholars.

Suddenly, this poem became popular in the capital.

Then everyone learned that it was not the Fengyue woman who made this poem, but the people of the academy.

The name is Jing Yu.

On that day, Li Ping'an's name was Jing Yu.

Others asked the owner of the poem by the agarwood girl, and the agarwood told the truth.

College.

"Jing Yu, as a student of the academy, you don't know how to go to that kind of place."

Jing Yu looked at the reddened palms that were beaten, and was aggrieved.

A mind full of doubts.

How the fuck am I exposed!?

After walking by the river for so many years, I haven't wet my shoes.

Why is it not only exposed this time, but also known to everyone.

There was even a poem written by him inexplicably.

Jing Yu flattened his mouth, tears glistening in his eyes.

Zhong Dajia held the ring ruler and looked at him with serious eyes.

There was silence for a while.

Jing Yu was about to plead for himself, but overheard the teacher's words.

"You really wrote that poem?"

"I.... I don't know."

Jing Yu was very drunk at the time, and as soon as he went out, he met the princess.

After that, I inexplicably heard my name and spread the deeds of the brothel Qinglou.

Then he was called by the Zhong family and reprimanded.

"Don't know?" Zhong was puzzled, "Do you remember that poem?" ”

Jing Yu shook his head.

With a flick of Zhong Da's hand, a piece of rice paper rose from the table without wind and landed accurately in front of Jing Yu's eyes.

This is naturally not the one written by Li Ping'an that day, but an excerpt from Zhong Dajia.

The word is equally excellent.

Unpretentious and inclusive.

"Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine

Looking forward to the extreme spring sorrow, gloomy sky.

In the grass-colored smoke and afterglow, who will rely on the column without words?

I plan to get drunk with the madness, and I sing about the wine, and the strong music is tasteless. ”

Jing Yu took a deep breath and looked at the last two sentences in a daze

"I don't regret the gradual widening of the belt, and I will make people haggard for Yi."

Jing Yu suddenly stood up and said seriously: "I remember, I wrote this poem." ”

Zhong everyone's eyes narrowed, "Don't be fooled!" ”

The voice is not loud, but it is like Hong Zhong Dalu.

Jing Yu's heart tightened, as if he was about to burst, and hurriedly said.

"I probably probably didn't write it!"

"Who used your name?"

Jing Yu recalled for a moment, and quickly locked on to the subject.

"Teacher.... It seems to have been done by Li Ping'an. ”

Zhong frowned, "Then why do you use your name?" ”

"Is it because I invited him to prostitution...."Jing Yu hurriedly changed his words, "Invite him to drink and chat in an elegant place, and he will give me this poem?" ”

Zhong everyone stroked their beards, and now it seems that there is only one explanation.

Although he has not been in contact with Li Ping'an for many days, he also knows that the other party is a low-key person.

Jing Yu's gaze fell on the poem again, picked up the pen and ink, and added a line of small words to it.

——In the sixteenth year of Tianyuan, friends and Jing Yu traveled to Qingyue Pavilion and felt it, so they wrote lyrics and gave them to Jing Yu.

An excellent poem has been passed down throughout the world.

Even in the alleys of the city, it is excellent for the future development of a Confucian monk.

What's more, this poem must not be long before it becomes a masterpiece of a generation.

Everyone Zhong frowned and let out a long sigh.

"Confucianism in the Great Sui Dynasty is declining, and you don't think about how to promote Confucianism, but you think about it all day long.

Sorrowful! Sorrowful! ”

As he spoke, he picked up the pen.

One more line was added.

became: "In the sixteenth year of Tianyuan, Ziyou's friend and disciple Jing Yu traveled to Qingyue Pavilion and felt it, so they wrote lyrics and gave it to their disciple Jing Yu. ”

(Zhong everyone, word: Ziyou)

Jing Yu: ...........

Teacher, you can really rub it~