Chapter Twenty-Three: The Road to the Sky

The paper continued to float, rising high into the sky, and the sword light violently sliced through the clouds, drifting farther up, nowhere to be found.

The man in white put his hands behind his back and looked up quietly, not hindering.

It took only a few breaths from the time the painting appeared to the time it disappeared.

"I painted three paintings today and this is the most satisfying one. ”

He smiled and spoke.

"Where will it go?"

Chu Heng coughed twice, took a rough breath, and then asked out loud.

The man in white shook his head: "Who knows?"

Drawing paper is like a fallen leaf, no one knows where it will go, not even the wind.

"What about you?"

Chu Heng looked at the man in white in front of him, that figure was always so wild and uninhibited.

"The world is big, and you can go anywhere, but now I'm going back to the academy. ”

Standing on the hill, he withdrew his gaze from the distance, turned around, and muttered softly.

"Your current strength should no longer be under the drunken spring breeze, right?"

Chu Heng hesitated for a moment, but still asked the doubts in his heart.

The man in white shook his head gently: "The avenue is facing the sky, we are all passers-by, which is stronger and weaker is short and boring after all, I am just closer to the avenue, not to mention that the most important thing for me is always Danqing ink." ”

After saying this, he shrugged his shoulders slightly, picked up the drawing board and walked down the mountainside.

The white clothes are carried around, and the horns are fluttering.

Chu Heng stood in place for a while, and was silent for a while.

He knew that what Su Shengwan said was right, the most important thing for him was always the painting in his hand, so he left the academy to walk the world, and he didn't return until today's big luck mutation.

His injuries were severe, and the scenery halfway up the mountain was good, but he couldn't heal them after all.

The door of the grass hall opened, and a woman trotted down from the top of the mountain, threw herself at Chu Heng's side and held his arm, her eyes were red, and she was obviously crying very sadly.

Chu Heng patted her head dotingly, and pulled out a smile: "Little junior sister, that guy is right, it's not such a way to accumulate momentum, you always have to go out for a walk, this time it's better to go and see the sea of books in the Academy." ”

Qingqiu nodded, and her eyes turned even redder.

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It's May now, the early summer has quietly passed, and the day has passed since the people of the barren state challenged the Three Sacred Fasts

I went for more than half a month.

Chu Heng's performance in that battle was perfectly recorded in the tea record and was widely circulated.

And on the way, Li Xiu's sudden intervention and the battle with Ye Yun and Ye Xiu were also perfectly written down by the people who had made a decision to heaven.

It's a very lively thing, and it's also a story that is talked about.

After the drunken spring breeze defeated Si Leyan, it was the most popular in this matter.

Especially after Li Xiu's words to Zhang Wannian were disseminated by people with good intentions, it was even worse.

The Tang people felt very happy, but the people from Huangzhou held their breath, and gradually they were not entangled in the reputation of one city and one place, but began to trek towards Chang'an, Kyoto.

The wind and clouds gathered, and everyone's eyes were focused on this big city.

There is still a month to go before the opening of the sea of books, which is a big deal.

Whether it is the rivers and lakes or the temple, they have paid attention to this matter, which is not a simple competition for chance, but also represents a competition for luck to some extent.

It was also the first official meeting between the Tang Kingdom and Huangzhou.

This is important.

The purpose of the academy's move has gradually been realized by more and more people.

The founding of the Tang Dynasty has only been more than 300 years, and it can reach its current peak and be called the Kingdom of Heaven by other forces on the continent, relying on only two points.

Datang Iron Cavalry.

There are also endless pride of the sky.

At the time of the founding of the People's Republic of China, there were national teachers and the first Tang Emperor who supported them stubbornly.

Later, the current Tang Emperor and Li Laizhi, Mr. Chen and others appeared, not to mention the amazing and glamorous can be described, they used their backbones to support the entire Tang Dynasty framework.

After that, there are Zifei, Chen Luo, and Xue Hongyi.

Generational after generational never breaks.

The academy opened the Book Record Academy, for everyone to enter the sea of books, in order to warn the whole world that the Tianjiao of the Tang Kingdom will never be cut off.

And with the huge pressure of this game with the people of Huangzhou, he pushed the children of Tang Realm to a higher level.

It's a gamble.

As long as it is a bet, one side is destined to lose, so this is not a good thing, but the Tang people like to bet the most.

And always think that they can win.

If you win the reputation of the Tang Dynasty, there will be a huge improvement in the wasteland, and along with it, the pattern and vision of the Tang people will be improved.

It's a breath, a breath of heart.

But the most important thing in the path of cultivation is often not talent, but precisely this breath of heart.

Naturally, there is no need to mention it if you lose, the academy's plan to warn the world was broken, the opportunity of the sea of books was given to outsiders in vain, and Tang Guo became the laughing stock of the world.

So this is a big gamble, which is different from the big gamble of Xiao Nanqiao.

One is famous, the other is life!

After gradually understanding the hidden reasons behind all this, both the rivers and lakes and the temples were frightened by the handiwork of the academy.

This is a matter of betting on the future fortunes of the country.

One by one, the old scholars and officials blocked the gate of the academy and scolded for several days before they slightly dissipated some of the sullenness in their hearts, and then put down the things at hand angrily and began to prepare for the affairs of the sea of books with all their might.

This is all eyes on you.

The post stations within the Tang Realm began to run wildly, and every day different news spread to the cities and towns.

The people who poured their hearts and minds from the wasteland also rushed over in batches, and the news and events about this matter were recorded all over the country.

It is said that they have to change a copy of their tea record every day.

The gate of the capital is open, there is an endless stream of pedestrians, the city wall is magnificent and tall, and there is only endless solemnity and solemnity to see when standing outside the city.

Li Anzhi stood upstairs, there was no emotion on his face, he had not returned to the palace since the battle of Xiaonanqiao, and had been in the military camp and the city wall.

At this moment, the city gate is very quiet, and the pedestrians who come and go stop and stand, their faces complicated.

Their gaze focused on one person.

Li Xiu stood there.

Liang Xiaodao entered the city before him, saying that it was a trivial matter to go to find Yang Feihong.

The old guy didn't dare to show his head like a shrunken turtle, obviously standing on the side of the prince, but pretending not to see anything in the face of the pressure from the prince and the queen.

Red Sleeves naturally followed.

Xiong Fat hung on Li Xiu's waist, and Xu Yingxiu stood quietly behind him.

The four horses went nowhere.

The two rows of sergeants at the city gate saluted Li Xiu and retreated to the side.

No one spoke, Li Xiu looked up at the top of the city wall, Li Anzhi stood there, and the eyes of the two people looked at each other from a distance.

Pedestrians on both sides looked at each other, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

A faint wind blows through the gates of Kyoto.

It's quiet.