Qingyun Inn.

The pale green plaque is written with the above four big characters, the font does not have the elegance of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, there is no majesty of the dragon going to sea, there is no obscurity of the hidden world, and some are just so indifferent but with a sense of freshness of the four-character inn.

For some reason, when Qingyang saw it for the first time, he liked it.

Compared with the popularity of other inns, this inn is obviously a little cold, as Qingyang slowly stepped into it, the shopkeeper who was dozing off at the counter woke up, and immediately swept away the sleepiness on his face, and excitedly greeted Qingyang.

The shopkeeper's surname is Ming, but the appearance of the pot-bellied poop gives Qingyang a sense of intimacy, he glanced around, the tables and chairs of the entire inn were polished brightly, and even the tableware on the table could reflect a white luster, which made Qingyang a little puzzled.

"Guest officer, you must be a scholar who came to the Kyoto Palace to take the exam. I don't know if I want to stay or eat?" Seeing Qingyang's delicate face, the shopkeeper Ming had a handsome look between his eyebrows, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed in his heart.

"Oh, shopkeeper, Xiaosheng is indeed here to try in Kyoto, and today I am here, not only to eat, but also to stay. Hearing this, Qingyang smiled faintly, and a bookish aura naturally emanated, making the shopkeeper nod secretly in his heart.

The shopkeeper Ming suddenly smiled, after waiting for so long, there was finally a guest, and he shouted loudly: "Xiaoyun, don't hurry up and entertain the guests to the guest room, and then let Ah Fu go to the kitchen to cook and serve good dishes!"

His voice fell, and in the kitchen of the inn, there was a little girl wearing a cloth, Qingyang also looked up when he heard this, this girl's family is about the age of cardamom, and there is a trace of immaturity on her youthful face, and her appearance is not outstanding, but her clear eyes are watery. It gives a feeling of freshness.

The little girl named Xiaoyun saw Qingyang staring at her, and for a while, the girl's shyness immediately burned like a red cloud, and then she secretly glanced at Qingyang, and then responded in a low voice: "Yes, Daddy." ”

Seeing this, Qingyang smiled slightly and withdrew his gaze, and then the shopkeeper Ming said with a smile: "Childe, this is the little girl Mingyun, let you see and laugh." ”

I saw the little girl named Mingyun coming over. Qingyang waved his hand and said, "It's okay." ”

"Childe, please follow Xiaoyun to see the room. Mingyun's face was flushed, and his voice was as shy as a mosquito.

"Hehe, no need. Since I've decided to stay here. Then naturally believe in the shopkeeper. It's just, the shopkeeper's. Xiaosheng had a doubt. I don't know if to ask. Qingyang looked at the shopkeeper and said slowly.

"Oh, Childe, excuse me. A trace of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the shopkeeper Ming when he heard this, and he immediately smiled.

"With all due respect, everything in my inn is arranged in an orderly manner, and even the tables are polished brightly, why are there so few guests?" Qingyang looked straight at the shopkeeper Ming. He spoke slowly.

Hearing this, the smile on the faces of the father and daughter disappeared in an instant, and the shopkeeper shook his head slightly, and said with a wry smile: "Childe." I'm not going to hide it from you. In fact, the reason why this Qingyun inn has no customers is because other inns in Kyoto Castle have had dignitaries. Now those dignitaries and nobles in the court and politics have not yet been promoted, and they have lived in those inns. ”

"As the saying goes, if a person attains the Tao, the chicken and dog ascend to heaven. Therefore, these inns naturally became popular, so many guests ran over there, and they all wanted to get some official spirit. ”

Hearing this, Qingyang's eyes were a little stunned, he didn't expect it to be such a result, and suddenly Qingyang was a little dumbfounded, this world, it's true

"It's okay, shopkeeper Ming, I'll live here, all the way here, I'll go to the room to rest first, and the wine and food will be delivered to the room. Qingyang took out some crystal coins from his arms and handed them to the shopkeeper Ming, who immediately smiled when he saw this, and hurriedly asked Xiaoyun to send Qingyang to the room to rest.

The room is located on the east side of the small inn, the window is open, and the twilight sun pours into it, which instantly makes the room covered with a layer of amber, Qingyang takes a look, and he likes this room.

After Qingyang put down the book basket, he thanked the little cloud and stood alone in front of the window, watching the sunset and dusk scene.

The wind, and the light, with a hint of warmth, rushed to Qingyang's face, the crowd of people under the building, and all living beings were in this Kyoto street, looking for their own way, their own bridge.

Bridge, nice.

Qingyang believes that using bridges to describe life is a quite appropriate statement.

"Long life, I Qingyang has been born for 20 years, and in the past 20 years, in order to get rid of the status of a slave, for my family, for my lover, and for my friends, I have studied hard in the cold window, just to set foot on the small single-plank bridge of the official career. How many scholars under the stands, they are also determined, have their own ambitions and pursuits, and squeeze onto this single-plank bridge. ”

"All for the only bridge in life, desperately squeezed, either he squeezed others, or others squeezed him, such a life, how tiring, alas. Qingyang sighed a little, and a trace of embarrassment flashed on his face.

"It's just, what if you squeeze it, how many people can cross the bridge? Life, my life in Qingyang, is there really only such a bridge? If I can repair the king, if I am the king cultivator who flies into the sky, if I want to come to the bridge now, it should be much wider. Qingyang clenched his fists slightly, and his eyes flashed over the two cultivators he had seen before, their ability to destroy everything with a wave of his hand really shocked Qingyang.

"It's just, isn't that kind of life good? That kind of bridge, must it be wide?"

For some reason, Qingyang looked at the dusk, and such a thought popped up in his heart.

The bridge of the king cultivator must be wide, must be very good?

Standing in front of the window, Qingyang's eyes were a little blurry, in the amber sight, Qingyang seemed to see a different self, that kind of self on the road to the king, constantly fighting, constantly fighting, and constantly enhancing his strength, but that kind of bridge, still narrow, and crowded, different life, the same bridge.

That kind of bridge seems to have a sense of vicissitudes and desolation, even sadness.

Why do you still feel sad when you embark on the path of cultivating the king? There is still life and death, and what you can't do?

"Is this life, is this a bridge?" Qingyang was in a blur, his lips squirmed slightly, and he said slowly, with a feeling of dreaming.

The storyteller made him forget the things in his dream, but now the Qiē of the Xiu King in the dream is like flowing water across Qingyang's mind, like a brand, lingering.

"Is the Yafu Road I took when I crossed the bridge a bridge suitable for me?"

"The fortune teller said, I won't like Yafu Dao. I think it's just, what is in front of me, is there any other choice for me besides this bridge?" Qingyang muttered with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

The light gradually faded, the dusk fell, the night sky slowly spread to the sky, Qingyang's vision was no longer full of bright light, simply, he closed his eyes, at this moment, it was dark, even the wind, it was cold.

Originally, in Qingyang's cognition, mortals and king cultivators have a world of distance, this distance makes Qingyang extremely envious of the king cultivators who have the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, but now from the dream of cultivating kings these days, whether it is a mortal or a king cultivator, I am afraid they have to cross a lonely bridge, this bridge is life.

This bridge, like the wind blowing on the face, and the darkness in the sight, is full of coldness and loneliness. (To be continued......)

PS: Many people have stepped on the bridge of the exam, are you lonely? Tomorrow the exam in management is so difficult, and it is crazy.