Jingshi has been prosperous since ancient times, not only the political center of the whole world, but also the cultural center, with a frightening historical heritage.

The city wall of Beijing is majestic, the foundation is flat and stable, after thousands of years of wind and rain, it is to invite the world's masters to survey the earth, water, wind and fire, study the yin and yang gossip, then start the ground, level the ground into a city.

This city is full of dragons and tigers, which can gather the luck of the world, bless the prosperity of the dynasty, and pass it on from generation to generation.

From a high place, the capital is like a giant seal that carries the world, firmly covering the earth, as if taking root and sprouting, unshakable.

Above the void, the blood and qi became clouds, and there were countless literary qi, rich and noble qi, and official yellow qi, coiled into a piece, enveloping the Jingshi.

This, from a numerological standpoint, is called "luck".

Luck is like a rainbow, and all evils are inviolable, indicating that the Tianhua Dynasty still has a long political lifespan, and it is by no means easy to change.

Thirty-three days, ethereal, immortal mountains floating, at this moment in a floating island-like place, there are more than ten old men in each costume.

The old men are all fairy wind bones, floating out of the dust. As can be seen from the clothes on their bodies, these people come from different backgrounds. Among them, it is clearly distinguishable that there are Yuhua Dao, Shushan, Emei, Gukong Temple, etc., it can be said that all the giants have come.

These immortals, when they get together, of course, there are very important things to discuss:

Two of them, their eyes shot a thousand feet of light, from top to bottom, and the direction and position they observed were exactly where Jingshi was;

Another old man with a long beard brushing his chest said something in his mouth, and with a wave of his hand, he threw out two pieces of turtle shells......

There are also those who scatter copper coins and fiddle with the charts of fortune......

Anyway, all kinds of divination arithmetic. Each has supernatural powers.

After about an hour, all the action came to an abrupt halt. looked at each other, and they all sought the answer from each other's expressions:

An old man sighed: "The virtuous way is prosperous. It should be this year. ”

Another old man with a sword on his back had to move: "Luck is like a dragon, and you can't act against the sky." ”

An old man in black stood up: "Then let's watch dryly and watch the sage become a god?"

"At the beginning of the establishment of the 33-day period, there were already regulations that it was forbidden to arbitrarily usurp the red dust, which was a big taboo. On the other hand, we will be enshrined in the imperial court, and as righteous gods, there are some rules that must be followed. ”

"Huh. How easy is it to become a virtuous man? Although we cannot take action directly, we can move our hands and feet, which will naturally breed infinite variables. ”

"Well, we've been doing this for thousands of years. ”

"Okay, the number of qi in the world has been calculated one by one, and the specific situation is just to be implemented. ”

"This year's gas number. Set a hundred years of national fortune, there is no room for mistakes, you can not hide your secrets, but also please do your best. ”

"Please!"

"Please!"

In the middle of the words. The many figures that were sitting on the ground suddenly blurred in place, and finally disappeared, as if they had escaped into space out of thin air. No more to be found.

......

The summer is scorching, and the excitement of Jingshi has not diminished at all. The streets are bustling. The teahouse hotels on both sides are even more crowded.

In contrast, a "White Horse Temple" in the north of the city is relatively quiet.

In the southwest corner of the temple, the sound of Langlang reading came out.

It won't be long. An obscene-looking man came in and whispered: "Liu Xiucai, Liu Xiucai ......"

Soon, the sound of reading stopped, and then a middle-aged scholar in plain clothes came out.

The man arched his hand casually, put down the sack on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Liu Xiucai, there are more than five catties of waste paper here, and I ran several streets to pick it up, you can give the money." ”

Liu Xiucai opened the sack, checked the paper inside, and said, "The quality of the paper this time is very poor." ”

The man hurriedly said: "What's wrong, there is a big stack of rice paper inside." ”

Liu Xiucai didn't want to argue with him more, and said, "That's it, Thirty Wen." ”

"Thirty texts, that's too little. ”

"Wu Laosan, you are waste paper. ”

"Okay. ”

The man agreed with some grievances, took the money, and muttered in a low voice: "Stingy ghost, you deserve to take the township exam five times, and you can't pass it once." ”

Liu Xiucai carried the sack into the house, poured out all the paper inside, and began to select it very quickly, and picked out a large stack after half a cup of tea.

His family was poor, and he couldn't afford to buy a good study in his spare time, so by chance, he thought of a good way to buy waste paper discarded by others to practice his pen.

In the Tianhua Dynasty, paper was very valuable, and many poor scholars could not afford pen and ink, so they could only practice with branches and sand.

"Ouch, these are all good rice paper, but unfortunately they are all crumpled together. ”

Liu Xiucai took out the balls of paper, felt distressed, and hurriedly opened them one by one, spread them on the bookcase, and carefully smoothed them with his palm.

There are words written on the front of the paper, the content of the words is varied, there are poems, words, long sentences, the specific words are not surprising, most of them are excerpts from the famous sentences of the Tang Dynasty, as well as the famous sayings of the sages.

Just that word......

Liu Xiucai glanced at it a few times, his eyes were suddenly attracted, he looked at one after another, and finally completely immersed himself.

"Uh, no more ......"

Fifteen in total.

He couldn't help but turn his head over again, turning over and over carefully, the more he looked at it, the more flavorful it became, and he couldn't help but shoot the case: "Good words!"

......

The weather is sunny today, and Ye Junsheng took time to accompany Ye Junmei to go shopping.

Although they have lived in the capital for a while, they have not seen it to their heart's content.

Ye Junmei was a little worried: "Brother, the township exam is about to start, doesn't it really matter?"

Ye Junsheng smiled: "Because of this, I need to go out to relax and reduce pressure. ”

Ye Junmei didn't understand a little, according to her impression, the closer to the township exam, the more nervous those showmen became, eager to use it for two days a day, desperately burying their heads in the stacks of books, just afraid of forgetting.

Well, my brother is not an ordinary person, and he can't be measured according to common sense.

Then go out and have a look.

The two went out happily and went directly to the most prosperous Suzaku Street.

Walk all the way, watch all the way, eat all the way - the main force of eating is, of course, Ye Junmei, don't look at the girl's delicate and exquisite, eating snacks is called a whirlwind, and she has a good appetite.

I was a little tired of walking, so I looked for a big teahouse to go in, found a seat, ordered a pot of tea, and poured it leisurely.

The teahouse was very lively and noisy. There are a lot of family goods above, there are erhu and small drums, but it is a storytelling posture.

The storyteller is over the age of six, holding two wooden planks in his hands, and with a snap, he starts to tell the story:

A monkey that broke out of a rock?

Seventy-two changes in the clouds?

Havoc in the Heavenly Palace?

Ye Junsheng listened, and the incomparable sense of immediacy came to the world, and he couldn't help but look at Ye Junmei.

Ye Jun pursed his lips and smiled, and whispered: "Brother, I have sorted out the cost of the stories you told me before, and after I came to Jingshi, I was bored when you were not there for a while, so I found a book club to print a book, and I paid for it at my own expense...... At present, only this one has been published, but I didn't expect it to be told by the storyteller. ”

Self-pay?

Ye Junsheng has a black line on his forehead: As one of the means for traversers to make a fortune, it fell into our hands, and it was humiliating for no reason.

Shame!(To be continued.) )