Ning Shu has returned to Bailu Guozhen, and simply had dinner, a plate of fried meat with green bamboo shoots, and a bowl of fragrant Luyang white rice.

It's light, like today's night.

The night breeze blows through the window from time to time, gentle without a trace.

The bamboo forest outside the study is flourishing, and with the night breeze bringing the fragrance of bamboo leaves, it is sent to the study, which is cool and refreshing.

At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, the flowers are in full bloom, with the moisture of the night dew, gently hanging low, a pool of clear water in the small lake next to the bamboo forest flowers reflects the bright moon, and the sound of insects in the grass on the shore chirps, not the intermittent grass insects wail, but the lively singing full of vitality, because they rise and fall, echo one after another.

The moonlight gently and quietly shines on the bookcase, giving people a feeling of tenderness like water and lingering thoughts, as if there is a nostalgic atmosphere floating in the study.

The moonlight is gentle tonight, and there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves.

Good for writing things.

Ning Shu sat in front of the bookcase, the moonlight illuminated this small space white, it seemed that there was no need to light the lamp, he was going to write a letter.

A letter sent to Heian Castle.

Spread out a piece of rice paper with vertical line letterhead, and take a paperweight in the upper right corner and press it to prevent it from being blown away by the night wind.

Then take out the ink ingot stone inkstone, pour in a little water, hold the ink block with your hand and start to draw a circle slowly, and after a while, the ink in the square stone inkstone gradually thickened.

In the upper right corner of the bookcase is a pen holder, on which four or five brushes sit neatly diagonally, each with different tips.

These are specially equipped for each study room by Bailu Guozhen, after all, it is one of the best teaching places in Los Angeles, and the four treasures of the study room provided are also in the best style.

Because of its high value, when the ink melts, it does not emit a strong ink odor, but smells a faint aroma for a long time, which is addictive.

Ning Shu rolled up his sleeves, took a pen and raised his wrist, dipped it in ink, and prepared to start writing.

After hesitating for a moment, he put the pen on the inkstone.

After pondering for a while.

Pick it up.

Put it down.

Pick it up again.

Put it down again.

It's like repeating a mysterious ritual, not that he has to pray before writing, but that he doesn't know what to write, it's not that he has nothing to write, but that there are too many things to write, but hesitant to write it.

Roughly calculated, Ning Shu has been away from Ping'an City for almost two months, during this period he has not communicated with the people in Ping'an City, and he has encountered many dangers along the way, and now he has settled down in Los Angeles, no matter what, he has to write a letter and send it back, so that the people in the city know their life here.

Moreover, Ping'an City is far away from Los Angeles, and it takes a long time for letters to be transmitted back and forth, so people in the city must want to know everything they have experienced after their departure, so they can't just talk about what happened in Los Angeles.

But if he writes all of this, Ning Anyi will definitely worry about himself, since this is the case, there are many things that cannot be written.

The things in Shucheng can't be written, the things in the Tushi Palace can't be written, and when these things haven't happened, then Jinling Luyang Guanyue can't be written, and then only ...... L.a..

Going around and around or back to square one.

Ning Shu scratched his head, supported his cheeks with his hands, and looked at the moon outside the window, very distressed.

But there is always a solution for things like reading people writing articles, after all, those stories are written by people.

Because he thought about it for a long time, the ink on the pen had dried up, and even the moonlight no longer shone on the bookcase, and shone obliquely on the bed, as if to remind him that the time was not early, hurry up and write, and go to bed after writing.

So Ning Shu lit the lamp, changed to a small pen, dipped it lightly in the inkstone, sat up straight, used his best small letter, and began to write the first letter sent to Ping'an City......

Children who leave home always have to send a letter to their families, although the old scholar is deceased, he has long regarded the people of Ping'an City as his relatives.

"Zhan Xin'an. ”

......

......

After the pen fell, looking at the travelogue of watching flowers and enjoying the scenery along the way, Ning Shu twisted his wrist with satisfaction and drank a cup of tea to remove the fire.

Accompanied by pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the bamboo forest and lake are on the side, there is a bright moon on the head, there is a letter from home in front of the body, there is a refreshing incense in the room, read two lines of poetry by the moonlight in your spare time, and take out the long sword at your waist to dance a set of swordsmanship in the courtyard when you are happy.

If there are no annoying mosquitoes.

It's a good life.

Because in his opinion, whether it is in Los Angeles or Ping'an City, such a life can be regardless of the region, where there is a moon, where there is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, where you can recite poems, and where you can dance a sword.

There is no difference in the world, and even the conditions are better, and I think no one will refuse such a life.

"Don't let this red dust karma disturb your Dao heart!" Ning Shu said to himself with a smile.

I don't know if there is still a residual breath of the Biochemical Pill on his body, sitting in front of the bookcase, he is particularly mosquito-friendly, although he is not itchy after being bitten like ordinary people, but the buzzing sound makes him very uncomfortable.

Sleep is the best option to avoid this kind of harassment.

Ning Shu blew out the lamp on the table, and the moonlight sprinkled the whole room, so he went to bed in moonlight, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.

"Boom!"

"Knock knock!"

"Knock knock!"

There was a violent knock on the door, in fact, it should be said that it was slamming the door.

Ning Shu flipped over, thinking to himself that in this prosperous imperial capital, Luocheng, in this famous academy and study, and under the laws of the Divine Dynasty that made cultivators dare not speak loudly, could it be that someone dared to trespass on people's houses?

It sounds like you're going to tear down the house if you don't open the door.

Off color.

It's rude.

How can there be such a violent knock on the door in such a place as Bailu Guozhen, if the students want to ask Mr. in private for questions they don't understand, they have to make an appointment in advance, and then knock on the lintel with their knuckles, and then gently call on the sentence - is Mr. there?

Even though Ning Shu had never experienced such a thing even if he had only just taken office, he had heard of it somehow, but he didn't expect it to be like this for the first time someone knocked on his door...... Not gentle.

He got out of bed and put on his shoes, ready to see which disrespectful student had come to ask questions about the problem by not sleeping at night.

In the short time when Ning Shu got out of bed to clean up, there was no knocking on the door, and it turned into a sound of opening the door with a key.

But it must not be opened, because the key to the study house is in Ning Shushu, and the other is in the mountain chief's office.

"Thief?" Ning Shu raised his eyebrows, there are so many princes and nobles in Los Angeles, rich businessmen and silver numbers, which thief will run to open the academy and pick the lock?

If this is a thief, then he is also a stupid thief, Ning Shu has already defined the person outside the door.

When he opened the door.....

Maybe the man didn't expect the door to open on its own.

In short, the man pounced directly on Ning Shu.

The smell of alcohol is overwhelming.

instantly invaded Ning Shu's house, drove away the incense, and drove away the ink incense.

Ning Shu's brain was blank for a while, and he was overwhelmed by the strong smell of alcohol.

"Hey, why is the ground in this room so soft today?" the man leaned on Ning Shu and wondered.

It sounded like he was very familiar with this place, and he often came into close contact.

Ning Shu couldn't bear this drunk anymore and couldn't tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest, so he hurriedly took two steps back in disgust, and students were forbidden to drink alcohol in the country, which bold student dared to violate the school rules?

The man fell to the ground after losing his support, rubbed his sore head, stood up and looked at Ning Shu in the room.

"Why are you in my house?" the man said, surprised.

Ning Shu didn't answer, and looked at him indifferently.

"I know, you must be my student, right, do you want the real questions of this month.....'s exam? I...... Get it for you...... Paper. As he spoke, the man walked to a certain place in Ningshu's room to open the drawer, but he was empty.

Because it's a wall.

After two pounces, the man finally sobered up a little, got up and looked at the unfamiliar layout in the room, and then glanced at Ning Shu with a cold face.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry to go wrong. He said as he stepped out of the house.

Then turn around and step on the threshold.

Slip your feet.

The third time he threw himself on the ground.

Didn't get up again.

Ning Shu looked at the man lying at the door, frowned, combined with some strange behaviors and strange words of this person, he seemed to be ..... Mr. Kunizu.

And the mere fact that he went to the wrong house proves that he is not yet in the level of drunkenness, and that his residence is nearby.

And there is only one gentleman from Guozhen living near Ningshu.

That is the one who lives next door, the legend will never find someone else, extremely mysterious, and the other professors mourn his misfortune after hearing about him, and they are angry with him, Ning Shu's direct superior.

The surname of Shuke Mu is a lecturer.

Sure enough, it was said that the person who couldn't be found, who would run outside in the middle of the night with nothing to do.

Since he was his superior, it was impossible for Ning Shu to let him lie at his door, not to mention this fall, and he didn't know if there was anything wrong with the fall, so Ning Shu dragged him back into the house.

After some inspection, it was found that there was nothing wrong with the book, and he actually fell asleep directly through that fall.

At this moment, in the middle of the night, Mu Shushu was lying on the ground, with Ning Shu's mattress under him, covered with a blanket that Ning Shu threw away for fear that he would catch a cold, and slept soundly.

And Ning Shu, who had lost his sleeping equipment, was sitting on the edge of the bed at this time, looking at the person on the ground, holding a fan and constantly fanning the smell of alcohol, he was thinking about whether it was a wise move to drag this person in, and at the same time he felt sorry for the futon that he had to clean the next day......

Or...... Just change to a new set.

When he discovers that fanning desperately doesn't effectively change the fact that the house smells of alcohol.

Ning Shu decisively sat up and began to cultivate.

Qingguang, which was originally used to refine the fifty strings, was drawn out of the center of his eyebrows by Ning Shu, forming an oval light curtain around him, wrapping himself inside.

Los Angeles at the beginning of summer is a little cool at night.

The person in the bed is cultivating.

The man under the bed rolled up the quilt corners, turned over and continued to sleep.