Tang Qing returned to the previous inn and asked the shopkeeper about the girl named Bi Shui Lan, only to know that she had checked out and left.

I don't know where she came from or where she's going.

Like a traveler.

The blue figure that disappeared with the crowd in the night seemed to be the most beautiful dream that a teenager had encountered after entering the world.

It's dreamy, it's not real.

Tang Qing thought for a long time in the room of the inn, recalling every detail of the conversation between him and Bi Shuilan, but he could never guess who she was.

He only knew that Bi Shui Lan must not be an ordinary person.

A woman who can make herself fall in love at first sight is naturally not an ordinary woman.

may be a little narcissistic, but it is the truest thought in Tang Qing's heart.

Teenagers are affectionate, probably like that.

Outside the inn, the lights are still bright, and the noise is noisy, and it may continue to be for a long time.

It's just that after a glimpse, the girl in the blue dress who will never forget it has left, and there seems to be nothing to miss on that long street.

So Tang Qing quickly fell asleep and went to an inn in this small town in a foreign land.

The night was peaceful, and he slept peacefully.

But when the night was deeper, something happened on the official road leading from the Tang Kingdom to the outside world.

Gao Zhiye led the white horse back to the official road, and when he passed through Yeyun City along the way, he entered the city and stayed for a long time.

When I left the city, it was already late at night, there were no stars and moons in the sky, no clouds could be seen, only a dark sky with a deep smell of blood.

The white horse parked on the official road looked at the bloodstained Takanoha slowly out of the city, walked quietly, shrugged his nose slightly, a little frightened, and neighed softly in the night.

Gao Zhiye's eyes were calm, and the two beams of sword light flashed and disappeared, and soon disappeared into the depths of his eyes.

He took the white horse again and went to the Tang Kingdom along the official road.

As before, it was as if nothing had happened.

Behind him, Night Cloud City was silent, already a dead city.

At the gate of the Tang Kingdom, the high priest stood there quietly, as if he had never left.

The green shirt was old, but it was clean, the ancient book was still on his waist, and the page he opened was rustling in the wind, like a declaration of destiny.

His face was calm, like an ancient wall.

His eyes were very stunned, and he kept looking at the end of the official road, and there was no change.

Until, Takanoha led the white horse back and came to him.

"How?"

The high priest spoke, "Is he all right?"

Gao Zhiye nodded: "Everything is fine, it's just that I am a little homesick on the road." ”

The High Priest chuckled, "It's still a child after all." ”

This sentence carries a hint of amazement, some distress and concern.

There were even some other emotions.

Takanoha took out the book from his bosom, handed it to the high priest, and said, "You should know where to put this book. ”

After a moment of silence, he continued, "Night Moon City has fallen, and I will send someone to take it after dawn. ”

"No need. ”

The high priest took Tang Qing's book and said softly, "That city has no need to exist. ”

This sentence is very cold, but the tone is very bland.

It seems to be just saying a trivial thing.

This kind of heart is in great contrast with the image of the high priest in the past.

Gao Zhiye was a little speechless, and nodded after a long time.

He led the white horse to enter the city, and the moment he passed the high priest, he suddenly asked, "Actually, I have always wanted to know what the real purpose of the high priest is in staying with His Majesty. From the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China to the present, you have done so much for Your Majesty and the Prince, it is hard for me to imagine that one person can unreservedly devote almost half of his life to another person, and will not ask the other party for anything in return. ”

These words were very bold, even a little rude, and Gao Zhiye stood in place, his face was frank, as if waiting for an answer.

The High Priest sighed and said quietly in the night, "It's good that you're the first to dare to say these things in front of me. But you have to remember that many things don't need a reason, just look at the destiny. ”

"But Your Majesty has never believed in fate, and I believe that you are the same. ”

Gao Zhiye said coldly: "Your Majesty trusts you very much, so I hope that the High Priest you really belong to the Tang Kingdom, both in the past and now." ”

The night is starting to get cooler, and the atmosphere is getting a little eerie.

The high priest did not speak again, but let out a few sighs facing the official road.

Takanoha shook his head and left, the white horse following behind him, the sound of the horse's hooves fading.

No one noticed that on the tall building in the depths of the Tang Palace, Emperor Tang was still wearing the dark black dragon robe, and he could see the two people at the city gate clearly.

The process in between is very far, but the conversation is so clear that it seems to ring in my ears.

When Gao Zhiye left, and the high priest was still standing silently, Emperor Tang withdrew his gaze, and the black light in his pupils surged, as if he was hiding thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

The night was as cool as water, and the wind began to surge, and under the history and fate of the Tang Kingdom, there seemed to be too many conspiracies, as well as unpredictable prospects or prophets.

And under that pool of stagnant water, no one knows, what kind of unpredictable things are hidden.

Before that, Tang Qing, who had already left the Tang Kingdom and was sleeping soundly in the inn of the town, might be able to temporarily avoid the wind and rain from the shadows in his hometown.

He is powerless to break the situation, so he can only use ten years to break his fate, and then see some things or people's hearts clearly.

Simply, there are still ten years.

Unfortunately, only ten years.

He needed to hurry, so at dawn, Tang Qing woke up on time.

I opened my eyes, got up, washed, and ate, and then walked out of the inn and began to enter the world to practice.

The so-called cultivation is naturally reading.

He chose to go to the academy in the town.

The academy is located in the southeast of the town and is a small two-story building.

On the first floor is the school, where more than 20 desks and chairs are neatly placed, and most of the children of the town come here to study.

The second floor is the library building, the space is not large, there are not many books, and the covers of many books are full of dust, as if no one has cared for them for a long time.

Regarding the matter of reading, except for Tang Qing, I am afraid that few children will care, which is also human nature.

Tang Qing came very early, and when he walked downstairs, the teacher who was said to be the most knowledgeable teacher in the town happened to make a cup of strong tea, put the ring ruler on the podium on the first floor, and took out a yellowed poetry book to open it, and then he saw the young man who pushed the door in.

Mr. Teaching was already old, his hair was slightly white, and his eyes looked cloudy, he glanced at Tang Qing, took a sip of strong tea quietly, and said casually: "Freshman report, pay three yuan for tuition first." ”

"You're a teacher?"

Tang Qing asked.

Mr. Teaching was a little surprised, he stood up, glanced at Tang Qing carefully, nodded and said: "My surname is Li, and the children in the town call me Mr. Li, what, which child are you, why haven't I seen you?"

"I'm here to read. ”

Tang Qing said softly: "I only study, not study, so I don't plan to apprentice." ”

Mr. Li frowned, a little displeased.

Tang Qing quickly explained: "Sir, don't get me wrong, it's just because there is already a teacher at home, who taught me from childhood to adulthood, and I dare not turn my back." ”

"If you have a teacher at home, why do you have to leave home to study?"

Mr. Li sneered: "Didn't you finish reading all the books at home?"

This sentence is ironic and somewhat deliberate.

It's more of a joke.

Tang Qing said seriously: "Exactly, after sixteen years of studying, the books at home have already been read. ”

The young man looked at him calmly and did not joke.

Mr. Li slapped the desk wildly and said angrily: "Little madman, how dare you be presumptuous! Could it be that you have so few books at home?"

Tang Qing thought for a while and said: "Seven books a day, two books a night, so sixteen years, never stopping, occasionally when the body is not so weak, I will read more, so that counting, I should read a lot of books." ”

Tang Qing didn't know why the old gentleman was angry, so he could only tell the truth.

The sun fell from the sky, shining on the young man and the old gentleman, like two extremes in the years, facing each other in the early morning between the colleges.

Mr. Li was speechless, he returned to the podium, pointed to the yellowed poetry book and said coldly: "Have you ever read this book?"

Tang Qing glanced at it and quickly nodded: "The Book of Poetry of the Wanderer in the Spring Field Period, there are a total of seven books and forty-three volumes, and what Mr. has in his hand is the "Wounded Autumn Classic" in the first book and the first volume. Coincidentally, I read poetry for the first time when I was two years old, and it was the first book I read. ”

As soon as this sentence fell, Mr. Li was dumbfounded, and he said in a muffled voice: "You started reading "The Wounded Autumn Classic" at the age of two?

"I came from outside the town, just a kid who didn't care, I loved reading since I was a kid, and that's it. ”

Tang Qing's voice began to be low, and he continued: "Old man, you let me go to the second floor to live for three days, and I will leave after three days." ”

Mr. Li just wanted to speak, Tang Qing suddenly reached out and put it into his arms and took out a bead.

The bead is shiny and wears a silver thread in the middle, with a smooth surface that glows gold in the sun.

If you look closely, you can see that the deepest part of the bead is shining with a touch of light, which is very strange.

Mr. Li also read a lot of books and had a wide range of knowledge, and he recognized this bead.

This is the "fish bead" that can only grow under the bottom of the deep-sea core reef, which can close the flood, go to the disease of wind evil, and be accompanied by more blessings, which is a rare treasure in the world.

If we talk about the gold and silver in the world alone, the value of this pearl is enough to buy this college.

Mr. Li sneered, even more curious about Tang Qing's identity, but he didn't dare to ask more, nor did he dare to reach out to pick up the fish bead.

He waved his hand and said, "If you want to go to the second floor to study, you can go, anyway, no one has read the books there for many years, just remember to finish reading and put them back in their original places." ”

Tang Qing smiled and nodded, he put the fish bead into Mr. Li's arms, and said: "I used to be in poor health, and my family found this bead for me to ward off the wind and evil, but now it is useless, and if I give it to Mr., it will be regarded as tuition." ”

With that, he went upstairs.

Calm and indifferent, more like a gentleman than Mr. Lee.

Mr. Li looked at Tang Qing's back, and then looked at the fish beads in his hand, and couldn't help but shake his head, feeling very ridiculous.

He picked up the cup of strong tea that was already slightly cold and just took a sip, the door on the first floor was pushed open, and a group of small-town teenagers cheered and rushed in, and soon sat down in their respective positions, shouting in unison: "Morning, sir!"

Mr. Li nodded, walked to the podium, looked at the book of poetry that was opened on it, suddenly raised his head, picked up the ring ruler and slapped it heavily, and said loudly: "Today, we will start to study the "Book of Poetry of the Wanderer"!"

The sun warmed up, projecting in through the window, echoing the sound of immature reading that soon sounded.

Tang Qing on the second floor had just blown away the dust on a book, and when he heard the sound downstairs, he couldn't help but laugh, as if he had been in the years for a long time.

It turns out that this practice will make people grow old.

After all, he was only a sixteen-year-old.