"Lu An, failure, next, Rogan. ”

"Why, why ......"

Sima Liang frowned, walked quickly to Commander Rongqing, and pointed to the distance in disbelief and asked, "Is Commander Rong wrong?"

Lu An also looked up in astonishment, standing eight hundred meters away staring at the examiner in the distance, his eyes full of doubts.

"That's right, he stopped here in this life, there is no possibility of further progress, and the monastery naturally has no point in accepting him. ”

Rong Qing waved his pen expressionlessly, waved his hand to signal him not to get in the way, then he paused again, and spoke again coldly, "If you really want to know, then ask him himself, why can't he read it, and his intention is not strong." ”

After hearing this, Sima Liang suddenly understood, and remembered the experience of the deep cave......

Lu An, who was pacing, also heard it, and those words blasted into his mind like a thunderbolt from the sky, his eyes were dull, and he was stunned on the spot.

"Master Rong, how can a person's achievements be so easily arbitrary? Just rely on such a broken stone? Is this too hasty?" Sima was unwilling to have a conscience, and he was also angry, and his words unconsciously became sharp.

"Hmph! Pay attention to your words, the rules of the mountain gate are the rules, the rules of hundreds of years, how can they be chaotic, how can they be slandered. Rong Qing was displeased, glanced at him, and said coldly: "If you don't leave, I will disrupt the order and cancel your qualification." ”

"Rogan, come forward, and take off your hat. ”

“......”

Sima Liang clenched his fists, still unwilling to give up. Lu An figured it out, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and dragged him to disappear in front of the division commander.

"You ......"

"Brother Liang, I have received your wishes, but you don't have to give up this qualification for me......" Lu An looked a little frustrated, with a touch of self-deprecation on the corner of his mouth, and said with a wry smile: "Maybe this is fate......"

"Brother Liang, I don't think you came here for Sister Sijun, so don't be impulsive...... unnecessary" Lu An's eyes flashed, staring at Sima Liang in silence, "And I'm different, I came here because I was curious about Sister Sijun, and I also came here for ...... Zhao"

"Either way, it's just that it all goes back to the beginning. Lu An suddenly chuckled, and his black and white eyes were much clearer, as if the haze just now had been swept away.

Sima Liang looked at him, he didn't know what to say for a while, he should have persuaded him by himself, but at this moment, he turned around, nodded and sighed, he was really not as simple as it seemed.

"What's next for you? ”

"I, I may continue my chivalrous deeds. ”

"Don't worry, I still have the severity, and Brother Liang, if you want to completely eradicate the blood, then you have to rely on Sister Sijun, the ...... of the Cultivation Mansion" Lu An hugged his fists and saluted, shook his head and walked towards the peak ramp, and stopped with his back on his back.

Sima Liang looked at the back in the distance, and also hugged his fists back, his eyes were blank, and he murmured, "Treasure, we will meet again." ”

"As for ...... Monastery, one day, I will abolish your so-called stinking rules. ”

Taishang Peak Monastery Mansion, Inner Peak West Wing Pavilion.

Cao Yuanqing paused with a pen in his hand, as if he remembered something, brushed his sleeves and rested on the pen bed, knocked on the table, and shouted loudly outside the study: "Xiao Huazi, Xiao Huazi." ”

Not long after, there was a knock on the door outside the study, and Cao Yuanqing nodded with relief.

"Come in. ”

The door of the study was slowly pushed open, and the young boy's facial features were upright and honest, first he saluted the old man gently and politely, and then asked softly: "Grandpa, what's the matter with calling Anwar?"

"Well, how's your homework doing lately?"

"The kid is not talented, Master Huaqing is still satisfied, but grandpa wants to see it?" Cao Anhua pretended to be puzzled, he knew that his grandfather had nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, and the old man, who was already busy, would not call him for such a trivial matter.

Sure enough, as he expected, Cao Yuanqing raised his right hand and froze, very satisfied with his words and deeds.

"No need, you work hard, otherwise you are not satisfied with your homework, even if it is my grandson of Cao Yuanqing, I will send you down the mountain, your father is a good example, I hope you can take it as a warning." ”

He beckoned to him again, and pulled out two portraits and handed them over.

"Grandpa, is this the sister who caused a sensation in the whole house yesterday?"

"Well, go find the girl on this portrait, older than you, according to your Grandpa Ye's guess, they should be in the Library ......Pavilion" Cao Yuanqing caught a glimpse of this kid suddenly became faintly excited, frowned, and directly rewarded him, the latter covered his head, with tears in his eyes, but he didn't dare to complain.

"Don't have any bad ideas for you stinky boy, don't look at her young age and be easy to bully, even your grandfather is not necessarily this little guy's opponent. ”

"Yes, grandpa, Anwar knows, if nothing else, Anwar will retire first. ”

Cao Anhua put on a straight face, bowed down and slowly exited the study, gently closed the door, and immediately changed his normality, with a rebellious eyebrow, looked at the portrait in his hand, and hooked a wicked smile.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Taishangfeng Monastery, between the outer peak and the inner peak, there is a nine-storey building, the golden tile red paint, the atmosphere is magnificent, it is unique among the many classical pavilions, and there is a great taste of the mountains at a glance.

The nine-storey building is home to the Library Pavilion.

In the pavilion, there are books on all four walls, layer by layer, neat and orderly, many but not mixed, reflecting the sense of beauty.

There is a delicate and elegant mahogany coffee table in the center, surrounded by small tables, one circle after another, still so orderly, simple and elegant, revealing beauty.

The layout of each floor is almost the same, with a total of nine floors.

Gu Zhao and the others looked around, and had to sigh for it, this neatness was full of indescribable beauty and coordination, as if it should have been like this.

If you move a point, it will destroy this beauty and make people feel ashamed.

On the shelves, the books are mainly blue or yellow, and then inlaid with gold threads, and basically no third color can be found.

"Sister Jun, how did you think of coming to the Library Pavilion?"

"Oh, Grandpa Ye said that knowledge is power, and it is the foundation of everything. Gu Sijun pondered with his chin on his chin as if he was caught in a memory.

"Hmm...... That's just as well. Zhao Ling pulled the green silk in her ear, her eyes were surprised, what she heard the most from Gu Sijun was what Grandpa Ye said, and she couldn't help but wonder what was so strange about an old man in the deep mountains and old forests that could make Gu Sijun so unforgettable.

"Eh, Spirit, you understand what you mean?"

"Uh, you don't understand?"

"I don't understand, I just know that according to Grandpa Ye, it's right to find more books. ”

"......" Zhao Ling was speechless for a moment, almost unable to hold the books in his hand, his eyes were strange, and he said: "Sister Jun, then you can read?"

Dusted off the books in his hands.

"Well, names can be written, and there will be so many. Gu Sijun took the book upside down, rustled it at will, and added with a smile: "By the way, Grandpa Ye also praised me for being very smart, and I can learn it as soon as I learn it." ”

"Oh......"

The corners of Zhao Ling's eyes twitched, and her face stiffened, she really didn't know what to say.

The two of them picked two books at random, walked to the table that circled one by one, put on the hem of their skirts, cushioned the futon, and sat at the table to read carefully.

In the library pavilion, it was quiet, and only a rustle remained.

Tea Kung Fu.

There was even breathing in his ears, and when he looked sideways, the paper in front of Gu Sijun's desk was floating up and down.

Zhao Ling rubbed the corners of his eyes with two fingers, got up and took the big shelf on the shelf in the pavilion, gently draped it on her, leaned on the rectangular table, held his head in his hands, flipped elegantly and casually, raised his eyes from time to time and glanced at the sleeper, and only felt funny in his heart.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the library pavilion, and almost all of them could be heard clearly, everyone frowned, and many people's faces changed drastically.