At this time, the old man with an ancient face, Xu is face was a little blurry because he bowed his head slightly. With a solemn face but slightly drooping eyes, he only glanced at the palm of the person opposite with his peripheral vision.

And the crane-haired and childlike Taoist was wearing a seven-star robe, with his left hand on his cheek, and sat loosely. It seems to be careless, but his eyes are staring at the palm of his right hand, concentrating and very focused.

Tong Yan Daoren's right hand was slightly stretched out in mid-air, the palm was upward, but there was a small cloud of mist on the palm that was slowly flowing, and the mist was looming, but there was nothing abnormal in addition. But the Taoist actually maintained this posture and looked at the incense seriously for a long time, and seemed to have found something from it, frowning slightly.

The old man with an ancient face noticed this subtle change in expression, and finally raised his head, if Yu Liang was here, he would feel that this face was a little familiar. The old man looked exploring, but he didn't urge him, just waited patiently.

After a long time, Tong Yan Dao let out a long sigh and dispersed the mist in his palm.

The old man finally spoke, but his voice was a little hoarse, "Can the national teacher have a harvest?" It turned out that this child-faced Taoist turned out to be the national teacher who left the country, but he didn't know who this old man was?

The national teacher shook his head, "I can't see through, it seems that someone forcibly covered the young man's heavenly opportunity with anti-heaven means." If you forcibly watch it, I'm afraid that it will be detected by the people behind it. ”

The old man's expression was slightly awe-inspiring, and there seemed to be only a handful of people in the world who could isolate the prying eyes of this national teacher and make him feel jealous.

The national teacher sighed slightly and asked, "Speaking of which, you once went to see the young man in person, what did you see abnormally?"

The old man thought slightly, shook his head, and showed a wry smile, "I have learned a lot, I have a martial arts physique, I know a lot of Taoist and Buddhist secret methods, and it seems that I have some connection with the Sword Pavilion." I originally wanted to make a move, but I had a bad premonition, so I didn't make a move. Therefore, I can only understand so much, and I can't see the specific heel. ”

The national teacher nodded slightly, "Fortunately, you didn't make a move, now you have more eyes on this young man, so try to keep a low profile." During special periods, you don't have to do too many small actions. ”

The old man nodded yes.

The national teacher looked at the starry sky in the dome with some confusion, and his gaze seemed to pass through it to thousands of miles away.

muttered to himself, "I've been waiting for too long" and frowned slightly, I don't know why the young man has been restless since he entered Luoyang, and I don't know if he passed by by coincidence, or if he came to Luoyang according to some kind of guidance in the dark. If it were at other times, he might have tried to move him at any cost, but now he has no time to care about it, so he can only wait and see what happens.

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Liran was also looking up, watching the green songbird rise into the air, quickly turning into a small black dot and then disappearing. Only then did he lower his head and look at the rune paper in his hand, and shook his head with some regret, "Sure enough, it still doesn't work, it's exactly the same as according to the book, but it can't be used at all." Is it really like the teacher said that I am only suitable for practicing the Five Elements Technique?" thought about it, crumpled the scrapped talisman paper into a ball and threw it aside, and took out a new one from the side and tried it.

The green songbird skillfully overcame many obstacles and landed quietly in a courtyard. The courtyard is very ordinary, just the appearance of an ordinary person's house, it doesn't look big, and there is a stone round table in the middle of the courtyard. A slightly wealthy middle-aged man sat at the table, there was a booklet on the table, which looked like an account book, the man was looking at it with his head down, holding a pen in his hand, and from time to time he would bite the pen and frown and ponder for a while.

The green songbird was landing on the round table, and it chirped twice, interrupting the man's musings. Only then did the man come back to his senses, raised his head and showed a simple smile, this man was Wu Yi.

Wu Yi took off the note tied to the bird's leg, took out a small pill and fed it to it at random, and the green songbird flew back to his nest with a cry of joy, to be exact, this mansion is actually its nest, Wu Yi is just a guest.

Wu Yi carefully read the note, and carefully burned it, before shaking his head and sighing and saying, "Alas, it's troublesome!"

Wu Yi got up and walked to a hidden corner of the courtyard, where there was a locked door. Wu Yi took out the key to open the lock, pushed the door open, and entered another courtyard. This yard is Wu Yi's nest, or one of the nests. Wu Yi tidied up his appearance, showed his trademark simple smile, and walked forward through the courtyard, but the courtyard was connected to a building, which was a Taiping Inn. Wu Yi walked through the back hall, through the front hall, and on the street, he bought some fresh melons and fruits at random, and there were people who greeted him in a friendly manner all the way. I don't know him, and most of them will nod when they see his honest smile. If you are a little familiar with each other, you will think about it a little bit in the next day, and you will smile and ask, "Shopkeeper Wu went to the Temple of Literature to make a vow again?" Wu Yi would smile and nod, and maybe stop for a while to chat with that person.

"Shopkeeper Wu" is kind and honest, and it is recognized by everyone that he is kind and generous. At the beginning of every month, I will go to the Temple of Literature to offer incense and make a vow, saying that it is to thank Master Wen for bless him to make a fortune, and people will praise Wu Master for not forgetting his roots, and he is more willing to get closer to such a good person.

There is only one Confucian Temple in Luoyang City, which is not very magnificent, but it is extremely literary and incense. Because this temple of literature is located in Luoyang Academy.

In the name of Luoyang, it is conceivable that this academy must be extraordinary, and it is indeed extraordinary. Luoyang Academy is the largest college in China, and it is also a holy place in the hearts of students who have left the country in addition to Haoran Academy. The head of the academy is a very famous old master who once served as a sacrificial wine in the Haoran School Palace, and Wu Yong, the "reading lang", also studied here. In fact, it is not accurate to say that it is not accurate to study, and it is enough to be a gentleman here with Wu Yong's talents, but he refused. And Wu Yong is mostly self-studying in the academy, which means that he can't listen to things outside the window.

Since it is a college, the sound of reading is indispensable, but recently there have been some different voices. Wu Yi's footsteps slowed slightly, and some fragmentary disputes and complaints came into his ears.

"I heard that Princess Qingping will hold a poetry meeting in Huixian Yaxu, and she also invited many young talents to participate, and it seems that some gentlemen in the academy have received invitations. ”

"Don't mention it, I heard that it's all for the banquet of that Mr. Xiao Yu, and we people are just flowers on the cake. ”

"No, right? Although Mr. Xiaoyu's book is really good, I haven't heard of any outstanding poetry and prose? Princess Qingping probably looks down on me too much for leaving the country. ”

"Mr. Xiaoyu's poems are still bad? Have you seriously read the book "Red Mansions"? 'Full of absurd words, a handful of bitter tears' is full of bitterness, I think you are unlearned. ”

The refuted person's face turned red, but he was speechless to refute, thought about it and argued with reason, "Where is my talent from the country?" Let's just say that I am Wu Yong of Luoyang Academy, but the youngest gentleman in the past hundred years, if he is not only obsessed with reading and doing knowledge, how will he be worse than that Mr. Xiaoyu. ”

The man shook his head, "It is said that Wu is knowledgeable, but he is a silent or even speechless person, how many talents do we know?"

Someone else said: "I heard that Mr. Xiaoyu made a new poem that was framed and hung in the room by Princess Qingping. One look at the city, and then look at the country. 'How?'

Everyone was stunned, and it took a long time for someone to sigh lightly, "It's really talented, just this little poem will shame me and wait." Just listening to it, it seems to have an unfinished meaning. And why the North? And which beautiful woman can get this praise. ”

I heard the man whisper again: "This little poem is from Princess Yongning's mansion. ”

Everyone looked at each other, and some people snorted coldly, "Rude, Princess Yongning is also something he can covet!"

Another old and serious voice interjected, "You only see his poetic talent, but I think this person has a wide range of knowledge and is an all-rounder." I don't know how I feel about the phrase 'know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles'?"

Everyone was slightly stunned, and just wanted to say something, they turned their heads and exclaimed, "Ah, sir, why are you ......?"

The voice snorted coldly, "I see that you don't concentrate on your studies, and worry about useless things all day long." If you can have such talents, how can you not worry about becoming a guest of others, and why do you need to chew your tongue here. You will be punished to go back and copy "Good Learning" 300 times, and you will not be allowed to go out until you finish writing. ”

Then the crowd wailed. Wu Yi immediately smiled.

The master nodded slightly at Wu Yi, although he was a businessman who was not ashamed of his pursuit of profit, this one was still a little different, with an excellent reputation, and he often came to the Temple of Literature to bow to incense, and he became familiar after a long time. Wu Yi hurriedly bowed in return, but the master turned around and went back to the house without saying hello.

Wu Yi breathed a sigh of relief, walked into the Temple of Literature and respectfully offered incense, saluted, and stood still for a moment before turning around and leaving. With that innocent smile on his face again, he was already thinking back to the conversation he had just heard, and secretly thought of "Will the poetry meet?" but his feet did not stop, but he casually glanced at a quiet corner of the courtyard, where a person was sitting.

A scholar, a "reader" Wu Yong, everyone in Luoyang Academy knows that Wu Yong likes to sit here and study, so this place has become a piece of his pure land.

Wu Yi naturally knew it, but he didn't seem to have any ideas. One is the son of a scholar, the other is a small person in the market who made a fortune by good luck, the other is a talented reader who reads poetry and books, and the other is a businessman who revolves around money and interests all day long.

Xu was too focused on reading, Wu Yong was a little expressionless, maybe he thought of something annoying, and his body was a little stiff.

Wu Yi's gaze was closed at the touch of a button, he didn't stop, he didn't see anything unusual, the distance of his steps and the length of his breath did not change at all. It's just that the smile on his face has faded, and for some reason, it looks like a heavier smile.

Wu Yi walked out of the door of the academy, looked up at the skylight, and praised lightly, "It's good." ”

The sky is clear and the sun is shining, which is really good.