The capital of the Tang Dynasty, the west of the city, Bijiang Lake.

The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging. The autumn wind is not depressed, but with a chill, it is unexpectedly lonely.

On the edge of Bijiang Lake, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy leaned on an old tree, staring blankly at the surface of the lake with layers of ripples and persistent dispersion.

The young man's eyebrows are clear and his temperament is not bad, his face is a little pale because he is born or frozen, a white shirt swaying slightly with the autumn wind, and there is a very gorgeous jade plaque in his hand.

Ye Luo, a famous teenager, was one of the many candidates who went to Beijing to take the exam in early October.

Maybe it's not a lot, after all, under the layers of screening, there are only a few dozen candidates who can come to the capital for the exam.

The sparkling waves in the lake may be the reason for the proximity of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the cruise ships are like shuttles. The most indispensable thing in the capital is the noble prince and the noble lady, their voices are like pleasant light bells on the boat, and the sound of laughter and slapstick is endless. Ye Luo shook the folding fan in his hand a few times, wanted to open it, shook his head and put it down, looked at the moon that was about to be full moon, was silent for a moment, and then slowly left.

It's been almost sixteen years since I came into this world.

From birth to the present, there are many things that have been experienced. When he was eleven years old, the only family background that could be flaunted in the Tang Kingdom was wiped out overnight, and the ridiculous thing is that he who has read all the books of sages, except for the long speeches, is just a powerless scholar.

That person is the elder of the most powerful martial arts sect in the Tang Kingdom, the sect is called Shengwutang, I heard that there are thousands of disciples in the inner and outer gates, and they can almost go sideways in the Tang Dynasty, and even the imperial court does not dare to recruit and provoke.

At that time, I finally realized that the world I was in was not the official history, but the wild history of the martial arts of the rivers and lakes. Although it is not in its own original world, as long as there are rivers and lakes, Wubi Wensheng's position is unshakable.

I finally knew the meaning of "useless is a scholar". After that day, Ye Luo spent hundreds of thousands of taels of silver left at home, and after two years, he finally found a martial arts secret book, "Fire Spirit Decision". I heard that it was a small sect that obtained the exercise after obtaining the inheritance of a broken sect, but after decades, no one in their sect could cultivate this method, and over time, this exercise was treated as abolished.

In fact, Ye Luo didn't feel too much distress after learning the news, because at that time, he had already cultivated the "Qi Sense" according to the records of this exercise. It's just that this exercise is really difficult to practice, and it took more than two years later, and it only reached the fifth level described in this exercise.

There are a total of twelve levels of exercises, and Ye Luo estimated that he was only afraid that he would have to cultivate to about the tenth level before he could get revenge for his blood. After all, the self who has cultivated to the fifth level, except for being full of energy, not afraid of the cold, not afraid of the heat, can not even leave a fist mark on a big tree. Ye Luo had thought about using the "qi" cultivated in his body as a means of attack, after all, he had read a lot of martial arts novels like this and that in his previous life, what magical stories such as hurting people in the air and fighting cattle across the mountains, these stories were all done by the true qi of Dacheng martial artists.

However, after Ye Luo's own cultivation of true qi was attached to his palm, let alone hurting people, it was a great luck to be able to ensure that his hand was not crippled! Because, when this qi reached the palm of his hand and was pulled out by Ye Luo's own exploration, his hands were hot and painful, as if they were burning on a fire. In the first experiment, he almost crippled his hand, and he didn't put pen to paper for several weeks.

Now that Ye Luo's Fire Spirit Technique has been cultivated to the sixth level, the "Qi" in his body is even stronger, but unfortunately, the actual change is still not very big.

"Brother Ye, tomorrow is the palace test, you and I might as well go to the famous kiln 'Yifeng Garden' in the capital tonight to play. Otherwise, after tomorrow, no matter whether you and I end up in high school or not, it will be very difficult to go to that place in the future!"

Just when Ye Luo was still in a daze at the moon, a noble man in a brocade robe came over, shook his fan at Ye Luo, and said with a smile.

This person is Zhang Ling, the son of General Zhang of the Tang Kingdom. Ye Luo also didn't understand why he, who was born in a general's family, had to take the path of a civil official.

I thought about what I was looking forward to in my past life... Ahem, Qinglou, who has been curious many times, couldn't help but feel a few ripples in his heart. In the past few years, my mind has been blocked by the book of sages, fire spirit and revenge, and my nerves have been in a tense state; and I have long heard that the Qinglou in the capital of the Tang Dynasty is famous all over the world and has a reputation in other countries, and the atmosphere tonight is also excellent, why don't you go and relax?

Thinking of this, Ye Luo also smiled at him and nodded. Hearing this, Zhang Dagongzi smiled even more cheerfully, and took Ye Luo's hand under Ye Luo's frowning brow and ran in one direction. Ye Luo could easily break free, but remembering that this guy who could be regarded as a "friend" took care of him on weekdays, he had no choice but to extinguish the idea of breaking free. Anyway, he didn't have much strength, just played the role of a guiding light, so he simply let him go.

About half an hour later, Ye Luo arrived at the famous building "Yifeng Yuan" in the east of the city from Bijiang Lake in the west of the city.

It is worthy of being a famous green building in the world, and there is only this one with a lamp on this street, but even so, it is also a market, and the street is very hot.

At the door of Yifeng Garden, there are five girls who are not pretty, but not ugly, who are teasing passers-by with handkerchiefs, and the passers-by who are molested have roughly two reactions-

First, after being teased, he went into the building very shyly.

The second is to be teased and squinted, looking at the girl's body from head to toe, and then smiling and saying a few shy words, and then... I went upstairs anyway.

And Ye Luo belongs to the first type, the boldness of the girl in Yifengyuan is beyond his imagination, after he held back a big red face, he was pulled closer by Zhang Ling in the second situation laughing.

"Brother Ye, the psychological endurance is still not good! Look at you like this, the sage books in the past few years have not all been learned in vain, and they have not played the role of 'self-cultivation'!"

Zhang Ling chattered non-stop after entering Yifeng Garden, and his title to Ye Luo changed from "Brother Ye" to "Brother Ye", pretending to be very honest, which made Ye Luo cry and laugh.

Ye Luo looked around.

I have to say that Yifengyuan, as one of the most famous green buildings in Datang and even several surrounding countries, is really not in vain. Not to mention the extravagant decoration inside, the empty first floor is like a giant square, and this giant square has long been full of friends and the door is like a market.

This popularity alone lives up to its reputation!

The walls of Yifeng Garden are made of transparent white jade glass, and such a whole building cannot be built without hundreds of thousands of taels of gold. The luxury like a palace made Ye Luo alert, and he pondered for a moment, and said in his heart that the background of Yifeng Yuan was much deeper than he imagined.

"Brother Ye, we're here for the right place tonight! I heard that Yifengyuan's top 'Yunmeng' girl will come out to pick up guests tonight. You must know that this fairy-like beauty used to be a performer but not a body, only talking about the piano and not love. ”

Zhang Ling was happy like a madman, as if the person who could be received by Yunmeng girl would definitely be him.

Ye Luo glanced around, there was no shortage of martial arts experts around, but they drank wine as much as they could, teasing the girl who was sitting beside him and toasting, and they didn't cause trouble. This discovery made Ye Luo even more jealous of the background of Yifeng Garden, and with the idea of not causing trouble, Ye Luo suddenly lost his original elegance, and just wanted to leave quickly.

It's a pity that it backfired, just when Ye Luo was thinking about how to get out of here, countless flower petals were suddenly scattered on the guardrail on the fourth floor, the petals were colorful, and under the illumination of the candle flame, they had a unique charm and were very beautiful. And accompanied by flowers, there is a woman covered with a white veil, the woman's figure is graceful and very beautiful, even if she can't see her appearance clearly, but just this bumpy posture and moist white skin are enough to make Ye Luo's heart lose and his blood rise.

He couldn't help but forget to think, and like Zhang Ling, a foolish smile appeared on his face.

This situation only lasted for a second, and the next second, his mind was expelled by a clear stream that emerged somewhere in his body, and Ye Luo was able to recover. After replying, Ye Luo was still slightly confused, but when he looked at the woman on the second floor again, there was no ripple in his heart, and his eyes were clear. Even if there is, there is only one appreciation of beauty.

The purest kind.

Such Ye Luo naturally looked unique in such a consistent background, the woman on the second floor frowned unconsciously, and the corners of her mouth whispered "Huh", as if she was curious, but then disappeared, facing everyone, and nodded lightly.

At this time, the old bustard beside him took a step forward, with a charming smile on his face, giggled and said loudly: "Don't look at family history or money tonight, my young lady has a couplet, if someone can come up with a poem and improvise a poem, you can get a chance to spend the Spring Festival with my girl!"

As soon as this sound came out, the façade immediately became boiling, Ye Luo helplessly glanced at Zhang Dagongzi, who was clenched into fists and ready to move beside him, shook his head and sighed, and did not pay attention to everyone anymore, but closed his eyes slightly and looked into his body.

Where did the clear stream that swept away his evil thoughts just now emerge?