As everyone in the world knows, the heavenly scribes ask the sky, and the world is in the scripture building.

But few people know that there is more than one floor in the Jinglou of Wentian...

However, most students in Wentian think that there are too many books on the first floor of the Jinglou, and there will definitely not be too few books on the second floor. But in fact, the person who said this must not have been up to the second floor. Because there are so few books on the second floor.

On the second floor of the huge scripture building, there are only three rows of eight-zhang long bookshelves in the center, with a total of 13,000 books, as well as dozens of chairs and stools for people to rest and a dozen or so scholars.

The people here are not the same as the first floor. The first floor is the place where the disciples of Wentian study. The second floor is very similar to the west building of the Seven Star Academy, and is a place for tutors and great Confucians to study. It's just that today there is a new person...

Xia Xun who climbed the stairs in the morning.

The Confucians did not show surprise at the appearance of the boy. Except for a glance when he first went upstairs, he didn't pay much attention to it. Those who should read continue to read, and those who should sleep and snore continue to sleep and snore. These actions of theirs, in Xia Xun's opinion, are more like a huge study, everything is so casual and natural...

After bowing to the great Confucians, Xia Xun came to the center of the room and flipped through the book.

The books here are also different from the first floor, except for the three bookshelves with the three big characters of heaven and earth spirit written respectively, the books themselves are rare and unique books in the world. Therefore, Xia Xun must not have read it.

Only now he has a book in his hand and has been reading it for a long time. It's not that the book is too hard, it's that being stared at makes him too uncomfortable.

Staring at him was not the dozen or so Confucians, but a pig. It was a very white, very white, translucent little pig watching him not far from him.

Xia Xun was stared at by this pig and couldn't concentrate......

With Xia Xun's state of mind, being watched by so many people on the first floor can be as if nothing happened, so shouldn't he be looked at by a pig and have no owner, right?

However, this is the case, as long as this white pig squats down and stares at Xia Xun with dark eyes, Xia Xun feels that he is being looked at as food by this white pig, and even the words on his book have become white pigs...

Xia Xun didn't try to get rid of it. A few times he was annoyed by the white pig's sight, so he pulled up his sleeves and walked towards the white pig. But before the person had taken a few steps, the white pig jumped up with a "boom", turned around and ran, and ran away in an instant, squatting down to look at him in the distance. When Xia Xun walked back to the bookshelf and flipped through the books, the book had just been picked up, and the white pig ran back not far away to look at Xia Xun like food.

At this moment, Xia Xun really wanted to run and grab it or tie it up.

How...

The second floor was quiet, everyone was reading, sleeping, and snoring. If he runs to catch this white pig, it will cause too much movement, which is too rude.

One person and one pig, one standing and one squatting, looking at each other, no one paid attention to the field.

In the end, Xia Xun still chose to compromise...

He reluctantly opened the baggage, took out a steamed bun from it, and threw it over. The white pig finally didn't look at him anymore, and instead lowered his head to nibble on the steamed bun. This gave Xia Xun a chance to breathe, hurriedly returned to the bookshelf, and flipped through the books.

The second floor of the building is very different from the first floor. 13,000 books, divided into three shelves. The heavenly frame enlarges the Taoist cultivation and perception notes, the ground shelves put the interpretation and inference of all things in the heavens and the earth, and the spiritual frame puts the secrets of the exercises of all beings in the world. are all unique books, and Xia Xun has never read or touched on them. Therefore, the speed of turning the book is much slower than that on the first floor, which also makes him open the fourth book, and all the words in the book have become white pigs.

Xia Xun was very helpless, he knew that it was the white pig who was looking at him again. He took out a steamed bun from his baggage again and threw it away.

"You eat slowly..."

Of course, the white pig didn't reply to him, and lowered his head and stupidly nibbled on the new steamed bun.

Maybe it's because Xia Xun's speed of flipping through books is too slow, or maybe it's because the books are really too difficult, and he hasn't finished one-tenth of a shelf. The snacks thrown to the white pig again and again have emptied Xia Xun's burden of lunch.

"Gone"

The white pig who ate Xia Xun's lunch was obviously bigger than before. It was still squatting there, staring at Xia Xun with dark eyes.

"It's really gone" Xia Xun looked at the white pig helplessly and whispered.

The white pig did not react.

"Don't look at it!" Xia Xun begged

"Why... "The white pig made two pig cries at Xia Xun. It's like begging for food, it's like a threat.

Xia Xun reluctantly put the book in his hand back on the shelf, he knew that if he didn't solve this white pig today, he wouldn't have to think about continuing to read. He rolled up his sleeves......

"Da... Da... Da"

Slight footsteps, from far to near. Although slight but naturally orderly, it is unusually clear on the empty second floor.

The white pig turned his head suspiciously...

"Whoa!"

In an instant, the pig's hair suddenly rose! It jumped up to a height of more than a foot, and it was so frightened that he turned around and ran, running far away, much farther than when Xia Xun went to catch it before, until it became a small white dot and did not stop.

It gasped and winced...

The visitor was dressed in a gray linen robe, around sixty years old, righteous and introverted, holding a black jade bamboo slip, dressed as an orthodox Confucian.

"Have you had lunch?"

The Confucian man's voice is as natural as the bamboo slip in his hand, revealing a natural bookish atmosphere.

Xia Xun scratched his nose embarrassedly and said, "Not yet"

The Confucian smiled, "It just so happens that I don't have it either, I still have some tea and fruit on the seat, why don't you eat together?" After speaking, he waved his right hand and made a gesture of please.

Before the questioner answered, he raised his hand to invite a guest, which made Xia Xun unable to refuse, so he could only clench his fists with both hands:

"Thanks"

The tea that the Confucian said is not ordinary, and the mist that comes out of the boiling water can ask for the fragrance, and the tea and fruit are even more green and have not faded, so it can be seen that it has just been picked recently. But now that it's a cold winter, how can the snow-covered loess grow new shoots so easily, let alone the results. Unless it is a green mountain and green water like Xia Village, or it is carefully nourished by cultivators.

"Little friendly and strong divine sense," the Confucian who sat opposite Xia Xun said first

Xia Xun has only eaten a few fruits since he took his seat, and he has been looking at the ink jade bamboo slips that were placed on the table by the Confucian. Hearing the Confucian speak, he raised his head. "The seniors are too uplifting"

"Did you find the book you were looking for?"

"I haven't found it on the first floor" Xia Xun showed a sense of regret on his face, and continued to turn his head to look at Mo Yuzhu Jian.

The Confucian seemed to see Xia Xun's thoughts at this time, picked up the kettle, and filled Xia Xun's cup. The old man said slowly:

"There won't be one on the second floor, and there will never be one in the bamboo slips."

Xia Xun tapped the table twice with two fingers to express his gratitude, and said with a loss in his eyes that couldn't be hidden: "Seniors know what book the kid is looking for?"

The Confucian smiled and said, "You didn't know before you sat down, but now you know." ”

Xia Xun looked at Lao Ru, respectfully hugged his fists, and said, "Please ask your seniors for advice."

The Confucian didn't answer immediately, he just looked at Xia Xun's eyes, with thoughts in his eyes, as if he wanted to see something in Xia Xun's eyes.

"Do you recognize me?"

Xia Xun hesitated for a while: "Recognize this ink jade bamboo slip"

"Haha... Ha ......"

The Confucian didn't speak this time, just laughed. The hearty laughter did not make the listener feel sarcastic or unhappy, but it just felt that it was time to laugh, and it was natural to laugh. Even if he didn't answer Xia Xun's please advise, even if the two never asked for their names. Even that would feel rude.

The laughter is loud, like a song and a breeze...

The next Confucian just drank tea and ate fruits by himself, filled the two cups with tea from time to time, and did not answer or pay attention to Xia Xun.

After eating a few fruits, Xia Xun still didn't wait for the Confucian to reply. Then he got up and clenched his fists and left...

Because he saw that the white pig had not dared to come, there was no need to continue to sit, and Xia Xun could clearly see his thoughts from the eyes of the Confucian scholar.

As for the ink jade bamboo slip, Xia Xun did recognize it.

A long time ago, when I was still in that room in Summer Village. He had seen it in a biography of the characters. The simple name of this ink jade bamboo is "Speechless Asking the Sky", which is the first treasure of the Heavenly Pavilion, and the fan of Kyoto Hanlin called "Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers" is listed as the first sacred object of the heavenly scholars. The two sacred objects are inherited from the past generations of these two universities, and they are owned by the pavilion master. The artifact records the lifelong observations and learnings of the masters of the past generations.

So Xia Xun really wants to take a look at the contents of the bamboo slips and find something...

However, in the pavilion master's previous answer, Xia Xun was convinced that there was nothing he wanted on the second floor or in the bamboo slips. Just because this pavilion master can't lie, the way he cultivates can only make him feel guilty, and if he says no, he must not have ......

The green tea in the water is gradually yellowing, and one teacup is cold.

The great Confucians on the second floor left a few people one after another, and it should be that the lunch time of Wentian Pavilion has arrived. The entire second floor became even emptier. Xia Xun was flipping through the book, the pavilion master was drinking tea and meditating, several Confucians were copying, and a little pig was in the distance. There is a sense of ease and ease everywhere in the building......

This kind of comfort lasted until Xia Xun finished reading the Tianzi bookshelf, but it was the pavilion master who broke it.

Seeing that the hourglass was about to bottom out, Xia Xun took back the hourglass and prepared to leave.

Just as he stepped out of the stairs. The pavilion master, who had been pondering for a long time and had not spoken for a long time, took a sip of the tea in his cup and spoke.

"Xia Xiaoyou's high knowledge, so deep in calculation..."

Xia Xun stopped, did not look back, did not speak, and was not surprised why this pavilion master knew that his surname was Xia. Because Xia Xun recognized the ink jade bamboo slip, the owner of the bamboo slip also knew what he was looking for.

"If you recognize this ink jade bamboo slip, of course you will recognize me. If you know me, you will know that I am cultivating the right path of conscience. Since the cultivation is a conscience, you can't be ashamed of your heart, let alone a junior. Your "teachings" are very well hidden. "The Pavilion Master's language is very casual, but it doesn't have that natural touch.

"Seniors have lifted up" Xia Xun turned his head and said lightly

"What a plot to push the boat down the river..."The Pavilion Master paused for a moment and continued, "Are you so sure that the person who is worthy of you is me?"

Xia Xun unconsciously put his finger on the bridge of his nose, as if thinking:

"Originally, it was just suspicion...... But the predecessors came to entertain the kid before and today, so it can only be determined. ”

The pavilion master looked at Xia Xun carefully, a little surprised, he said slowly, "Where is the flaw?"

Xia Xun was a little embarrassed and thought about it for a long time...

Because some things are said that are too obvious to make people unhappy...

"Bai Xiu's time to find a book is too coincidental, it may be good if it can be later. Moreover, Luo Jue's acting skills are not suitable for being a spy......"

"Now that the means of secret investigation have come out, the people who are visiting will come sooner or later..."

"Now you're here. So it can only be you..."

"Uh..."

The pavilion master was stunned for a moment, obviously Xia Xun's answer, which was beyond his expectations.

"Hahaha......"

He couldn't help but laugh, as if laughing at himself...

Xia Xun ignored Lang Lang's laughter and continued to say lightly: "You have already accepted my courtesy..."

"Ahem"

After laughing for a while, he coughed slightly dryly and stopped laughing, and said with a deep smile: "Lilly is not rude, Xiaoyou is really good-minded..."

"Besides, it's a gift for the juniors of the deceased. This is forcing Cao to return the courtesy......"

Xia Xun didn't answer, so he acquiesced...

The pavilion master continued to look at Xia Xun carefully...

After a long while, the pavilion master continued: "On the third floor"

"How to get on?" Xia Xun immediately answered

"My gift has been returned, and I am worthy of it"

The pavilion master said with a smile, but the meaning of his words was very clear, since he was not ashamed, then there was no need to answer again.

Xia Xun understood the deep meaning of this pavilion master...

The gift he gave before was not big, so the pavilion master didn't need to pay a bigger gift. So he didn't want to dwell on it.

"Thank you for your advice," Xia Xun bowed slightly

"It's very windy and snowy outside, please slow down"

“......”

Xia Xun went downstairs and left...

The conversation between the two was not loud, but it could be heard clearly on the empty second floor. A few Confucians who had been plagiarizing before looked at the figures leaving at the staircase with strange expressions.

When Xia Xun had been gone for a long time, the Heavenly Pavilion Lord withdrew his gaze and laughed at himself.

"The reckoner is reckoned against others..."

“...”

A handful of cyan bamboo slips were gently put down, and his master sat down at the table opposite the pavilion master, looking not very good-looking:

"Seeing that you are at a loss..."

"The Mind Hides the Dragon"

"Oh?" The person sitting down was slightly surprised, and then the tone of his words changed: "Li Yan is scattered..."

The pavilion master suddenly glared suddenly, surprised:

"Scattered?"

"Scattered..."