Ju Jingyue has been in a very bad mood for the past two days.

The reason is that after the news of Zhao Fengya's accession to the throne and proclamation as emperor spread, in the past ten days, there have been people everywhere wearing red clothes and purple gold masks, following the trend and learning Wuling.

Ju Jingyue has met four or five along the way.

No, there's one right in front of you.

Ju Jingyue hates this kind of person who has no vision and loves vanity.

Is it that the story of the ancient heroes and heroes is not heart-wrenching enough, or is Zhang Daoyun, who is now the first on the Sword Saint list, not at ease enough, or the white-clothed Sword Saint Yan Zangqiu, who is ranked second is not handsome and graceful, who is not good for you to follow the trend, why do you want to learn from the weak scholar Wu Ling who can only read dead books?

Even if you want to learn from your peers, you are on the sword list!

Which point is they not better than Wuling?

Just because his fiancée Zhao Fengya of Wuling is the empress?

Ju Jingyue can't understand this group of stinking men, eager to have an empress wife, so make yourself stronger, and then pursue it!

Wu Ling's expression was dazed, he could confirm that he had never seen the woman in front of him, and the woman in front of him seemed to have a big complaint against him.

There was any misunderstanding in it, Wu Ling really couldn't think of it.

The old city guard next to him was noncommittal.

Several people have been doing this for many years, and they have seen all kinds of things, and what kind of master can't be provoked, you can know it at a glance.

The woman in front of her, at a glance, knew that most of them were unreasonable masters.

However, there was still a young city guard who kindly reminded: "This girl, you have to be careful when you speak, Fufeng Town is only two hundred miles away from Wuwang's Mansion, and the slightest rumor can reach Wuwang's Mansion in half a day." ”

Ju Jingyue sneered: "What if it is passed to the Martial King's Mansion, I am afraid that he will not succeed in Wuling?"

Ju Jingyue is not arrogant.

She is the princess of the Northern Zhou Kingdom, and in terms of identity, even if Wuling is the son of the Wuwang Mansion, she is even better in comparison.

What's more, Wuling is not the son of Wuwangfu now.

When Xu Shan heard this, his eyes condensed on Ju Jingyue with coldness. Ju Jingyue's contempt for the Martial Prince's Mansion made him feel a little unhappy.

It's just that Wu Ling didn't speak, and Xu Shan couldn't say anything.

Wu Ling didn't care too much about Ju Jingyue's contempt for words, but was full of interest in why she had a grudge against her.

Wu Ling smiled and asked, "This girl, do you have any love-hate entanglement with that Wu Ling, so talk about others?"

Ju Jingyue glared at Wu Ling and said coldly: "He Wu Ling is a weak little white face, and the ghost has a love-hate entanglement with him. It's you, the Sword Saint List and the Sword List, you don't learn so many heroes and heroes, you go to learn the dressing of the Wuling, you don't have the slightest vision, it's really a waste of a good skin. ”

Wu Ling smiled with interest and asked, "Who does that girl think I am better than that Wu Ling?"

Ju Jingyue subconsciously wanted to say that you are better than Wu Ling.

But when you think about it, it doesn't seem right!

If you really say that, isn't it a disguised way of saying that you like him?

Ju Jingyue snorted coldly, hugged her sword and said, "Half a catty and eight taels, they are all a group of little white faces who are good for nothing except their looks." ”

Wu Ling said: "You don't know the girl and me, right?"

Ju Jingyue sneered: "Naturally!"

Wu Ling smiled: "How does that girl know that I am useless?"

The city guard, who has been single for half his life, said mysteriously: "It seems that this little brother doesn't know the depth of this girl!"

The older generation of city guards at the gate all grinned when they heard this.

Wu Ling didn't notice what a few people were laughing at for a while, and asked curiously: "This old brother, how do you understand this!"

The old city guard, who was relatively close to Wuling, said with a smile as if he usually chanted poetry: "As the saying goes, you don't know my strengths, how do I know your depths." ”

The words of the old city guard made Wuling wake up all of a sudden.

It's not a loss to Fufeng Town, which is an outstanding person, and if you say a meat thing, it is still hidden so deeply.

Wu Ling thought that he was inferior, and sighed with a smile: "Several seniors should be old and strong, and their romance is undiminished, I really admire them! The younger generations are ashamed of themselves and say goodbye!"

Wuling didn't dare to stay any longer, and the wind was tight, and he slipped towards the town, leaving Ju Jingyue with a confused face.

Xu Shan led the horse to follow, and said with a smile: "Childe is not a loser in reading a lot of books, and he can understand it at one point." I didn't react to this for a long time!"

Wu Ling shook his head and said, "Brother Xu, don't make fun of me, you must know more about these things than me!"

Monday was puzzled: "Brother Qilin, Brother Xu, what do you two mean by talking about this!"

Wu Ling smiled: "When you grow up, you will naturally understand!"

Xu Shan said: "Childe, you have something else to say!"

Wu Ling was stunned, and then smiled helplessly: "I didn't expect Brother Xu to be this kind of person!"

Monday scratched his head, confused.

A few people walked on the road, attracting a lot of attention. Most of the eyes of the old people and children were on Tu Shan. Tu Shan walked freely with Dading on his shoulder, which attracted passers-by to be secretly surprised. The woman on the side of the road, her attention was on Wu Ling's face. That delicate and mysterious face, in the eyes, moved in the heart. The bolder woman stopped and watched, afraid of regretting it if she looked at it less, and the timid woman lowered her head slightly embarrassedly, afraid of being seen as a nymphomaniac.

The plan of the day is in the morning.

This statement has been perfectly adhered to and practiced in Fufeng Town. The sun is on the branches, and every time I walk by one or two houses, I can still hear the sound of reading in the house.

Under this kind of atmosphere, it is not unreasonable that Fufeng Town can produce so many champions

After entering Fufeng Town, several people stayed in an inn under the leadership of Xu Shan. Because Tu Shan was carrying the tripod, he and Monday were arranged on the first floor. The innkeeper is afraid of the wooden planks on the second floor and can't bear the weight of the tripod. As an apology, the shopkeeper undercharged some money.

Wu Ling rested in the room for a while, intending to go out for a walk.

In order to protect Wuling, Xu Shan was about to go with him, but was vetoed by Wuling.

Xu Shan wants to catch the car, unlike him who can rest and sleep in the carriage at any time. The hard work of catching up with the car, Wuling has a deep understanding on the road.

Before going downstairs, Wu Ling deliberately went to Chen Dou's room next door.

Wu Ling knocked on the door and said, "Old man, I want to go out for a walk, I may want you to accompany me on a trip." ”

Chen Dou inside didn't open the door, but said casually: "You just have to go, when you need me to make a move, just shout! Don't worry, before I make three moves, you will definitely not have half the matter." ”

Wu Ling was suspicious, but he didn't say anything, turned around and went downstairs.

Wu Ling found Monday, and after some inquiry, Monday had no such plan. He had been in the mountains for more than half a month, and now he finally arrived at the inn, how could he miss such a good opportunity to sleep.

Wuling was not difficult for a strong man, so he went out of the inn alone and wandered around.

Fufeng Town is worthy of being a cultural holy place, with a dazzling array of pen, ink, paper and inkstones, and Wuling is dazzled.

What's particularly interesting is that these things are also made and sold.

Like the brush, there are several kinds of sheep's hair, purple hair, wolf's hair, etc., and the materials it is made of, wool, rabbit hair, weasel tail hair, etc., can be seen everywhere, and the quality is excellent.

This situation is the first time I have seen Wuling on the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

The type of brush cannot change the direction of the gesture, but it has a subtle relationship with the type of font.

As the book says, "The first is to use the pen, the second is to recognize the situation, and the third is to wrap it." Having both, and then for the book, and keeping one way, that is, not obtained. The "use of the pen" refers to the way of holding the pen and the type of pen.

The sheep's hair pen is relatively soft and absorbs a large amount of ink, which is suitable for writing round and thick dot paintings. The wolf's pen is strong, and it is suitable for both calligraphy and painting. Zihao's nib is straight, sharp and sharp, with excellent elasticity, and is used to write fonts such as thin gold fonts, which perform better. The pen tip is made of two kinds of different stiffness and softness, which is moderately rigid and soft, and is competent for any calligraphy and painting and beginners.

Wu Ling was ready to move, and the temptation of these things to him could be said to be no less than a sword.

Wu Ling finally couldn't hold back, and spent three taels of silver to buy a Zihao pen with a good purple bamboo tube.

Because he has a soft spot for the thin gold body with a pen like a sword.

After buying it, Wuling regretted it after not walking for a while. Because he saw a purple pen made of ivory for the barrel. It is hard for Wu Ling to imagine what kind of charm such a delicate pen will be used on a gentle and elegant person.

However, after seeing the price, Wu Ling's regret was suddenly relieved.

The price of one hundred and ten taels of silver made Wuling unattainable.

Although he took all the belongings he had accumulated over the years with him on this trip, it was only more than one hundred and thirty taels, and he had just checked into the inn and had already used more than three taels of him.

He didn't want to go hungry and sleep in the wilderness all the time, and he had to save money before he could find a way to make money.

Wu Ling sighed helplessly and endured to leave.

It is said that a copper plate is difficult to defeat a hero, living in Wuwang's Mansion, Wuling has no concept of money, anyway, don't worry about eating and drinking, although it has not reached the point of being stumped by a copper plate, but it still makes Wuling realize the importance of money.

Later, Wuling was attracted by a small river.

The water in the river is not the crystal clear transparent color of ordinary small rivers and streams, nor the muddy yellow of rainy days, but it is as black as the night, and you can't see your fingers.

"This is Mohe, right?"

Wuling found a place with relatively high terrain, looked at the river, and then counted it, and sure enough, as the book said, there are nine arch bridges on the river of the Mo River.

The Mohe River is a famous scenic spot in Fufeng Town, and at night, when the lights under the arch bridge are lit, the moon will be reflected on the water surface, forming a spectacle of nine crescent moons in a river.

It is rumored in the book that the water in the Mo River was originally crystal clear, but the scholars in Fufeng Town cleaned the brush too much, and the water turned black. It is said that when there are many people washing and pouring water, as long as they dip the brush into the river water a few times, they can write on the paper as if it had been dipped in ink.

When Wu Ling retracted his gaze, he happened to see an ink museum, so he walked in.

In the ink museum, large and small ink strips are placed on the shelves, and the fragrance of ink is greeted as soon as you enter. In the back hall of the ink pavilion, the sound of slapping on the soft mud sounded rhythmically.

Wu Ling could guess that this should be the sound made when the ink strip was being made, when the ink clay was beaten.

There has always been a saying that there are 100,000 pestles for light glue.

Wu Ling looked at the shelves.

When the guys in the hall saw Wuling, they quickly put down the work at hand and stepped forward to welcome: "This son, I don't know what I want to buy?"

There were a lot of people present, but the discerning guy could see at a glance that Wuling was either rich or expensive, and it was worth coming forward to curry favor, and it was very likely that he would get a reward.

Wu Ling put down the ink strip in his hand and shook his head slightly.

He sniffed it lightly just now, this ink strip should be made of chicken feathers or goose feathers to burn tobacco, although it is supplemented by spices, but the taste is still a little unpleasant.

In addition, the ink is divided into pine smoke ink and oil smoke ink, and the strengths of the two are also different, the former is good at writing, and the latter is suitable for painting.

Wuling is not good at painting, so he has no plans to buy it.

Wu Ling smiled and said to the guy: "I'll take a look casually, you can get busy first!"

The man said with interest: "Then you can take your time, and if you need it, you can call me at any time." ”

In his line of work, the guest is what he says.

After looking at it for a while, Wu Ling bought ten ink strips.

Fufu Town is a well-known cultural mecca in Kyushu, and outsiders are particularly enthusiastic about this treasure, especially those from other countries. If you have a few treasures in Fufeng Town, you will carefully store them, and when your friends come to the house, you will take them out and show them off.

The people of Fufeng Town don't take the things produced in their own town seriously, they don't care about using them, and they feel that the treasures of Fufeng Town are not as valuable and easy to use as other places.

Wuling bought so many yuan, because he planned to go out of Wuguo in the future, and if he met some like-minded friends, he could give them away.

Out of the ink hall, Wu Ling prepared to find a bookstore.

It's not to buy paper, he came out on this trip, and the paper he brought was enough for more than half a year.

Paper and inkstone, Wuling has no intention of starting. The inkstone in his hand was given to him by Wu Xuance, and it is said to be the belongings of the sage Wang Zai back then. It's hard to find a better inkstone on the market.

There should be a lot of bookstores in Fufeng Town, and Wuling didn't walk a few steps before he saw one.

Compared with the crowded Bizhai Ink Museum, the business of the bookstore is colder, and most of them come to buy paper, and few people look at the books on the shelves. In addition to the cold business, the guys in the store are also more special than the other two places.

Like the shopkeepers in the Bizhai Ink Museum, they are either busy with their work or warmly picking up customers, while the shopkeepers are immersed in reading books, ignoring the outside world of books, and they are not afraid of others stealing things at all.

If people from other countries saw this, most of them would think that it was the actions of the shopkeepers that caused the bookstore's business to be cold.

Not really.

The reason why no one buys books in the bookstore is that there are nearly 30 academies in the town. The books of each college are open to the students of the college and can be borrowed and copied at any time.

Moreover, every household and every generation in the town basically has scholars. Reading books, naturally, are indispensable to excerpt and express their opinions on paper, so that from generation to generation, every family has some books at home.

Those generations are from traditional scholarly families, not to mention, the collection of books at home is designated no less than that of academies and shops. This is also a small town, and there is a reading sharing meeting every year, and many people will take out some of the notes and written works of their ancestors at home to share, otherwise the collection of books in bookstores and colleges will be at least half.

Wu Ling stepped forward and asked the guy, "May I ask your bookstore, which books sell the most?"

The shopkeeper is a middle-aged man, with his sleeves rolled up and half pipes, his face is full of scum, and he is holding a copy of "Going to the Holy Age", where to read it carefully. I don't know if it's because I'm thirsty for knowledge, and the man's mouth is still drooling.

The sloppy image of the man made Wuling a little moved.

Forgetting to sleep and eating, if you are thirsty for knowledge to this extent, you can't help but be ashamed.

Even a guy has this kind of reading attitude, and it is strange that there are not so many literary champions and famous artists in Fufeng Town.

The man was very dissatisfied with others disturbing his reading.

But there is no way, business still has to be done.

If you don't make money, you have to fight the northwest wind.

The man lowered his book and glanced at Wu Ling.

When he saw Wuling's handsome half of his face, he couldn't help but be stunned, it was the first time he saw a man and a woman with fox eyes outside the fox clan.

"It's fucking good-looking. ”

The man sighed in his heart, and at the same time reached out and rubbed his face that hadn't shaved for half a month, "It's almost half as good-looking as I was back then." ”

Seeing the appearance of Wuling, the man somewhat understood why so many heroes and heroes died in the bed of the fox clan throughout the ages.

The man thought about it for a moment and said, "What did you just ask?"

Patronizing and looking at his face, he forgot for a moment what Wuling was asking.

Wu Ling admired and said, "I asked which book sold the most. ”

Seeing the man's reading attitude that fascinated him to this extent, Wu Ling made up his mind to buy a few more books later, and not to waste too much time on the road.

The man was relieved, grinned, and said, "So you asked this!"

The man's lewd smile gave Wu Ling a bad premonition.

Wu Ling glanced back at the surroundings, and there was nothing wrong with it.

The man put down the "Absolute Learning from the Saints" in his hand, took out another book in the book, that is, the book he was reading just now, and said, "This is the one that sells the most in our store." ”

Wu Ling looked at the book in the man's hand.

I saw that the cover of the book was written with cinnabar eye-catchingly, and the four big characters of "Deep Boudoir Wind and Moon" were written prominently.

Next to the title of the book, there is also an excerpt from the book.

When the belt of clothes gradually widened, and the words undulating on his chest came into his eyes, Wuling's old face suddenly turned red, even if he was shallow in the world, he also understood that this was a forbidden book of erotic love.

Wu Ling said embarrassedly: "Brother, are you sure you are not mistaken?"

Feelings, he always thought that this guy was diligently reading sage books, but this guy was tirelessly gnawing on the forbidden books?

He's going to think about using this guy as an example.

The man patted his chest and said, "I buy more than 100 books a day, how can there be anything wrong." You can't find a book that sells so well in the whole town. For the sake of your brother, as long as three taels of silver, the upper and lower parts will be sold to you. After this village, there is no more such shop. In the whole town of Fufeng, this book is sold by me. ”

How to face Si Swenwen's little Wensheng, after all these years of trading, the man has already summed up a set of methods in his dealings.

These gentle-looking scholars are just too thin-skinned and embarrassed to buy.

One is born, and the second is ripe.

But whenever there is the first time, these flamboyant readers, who don't need to be taught, are more hands-on than him when they talk, and their skills are admirable.

The man stood up, bent down across the table and leaned in front of Wu Ling's face, arched his hand to his mouth, and said softly: "Don't worry, I guarantee with my character, this book is absolutely exciting." The lingering scenes in the flesh guarantee that you will be able to learn from a teacher in the future, and it is better than reading a book for ten years. ”