readx;? Zhang Zheng has not returned for a long time, Cen Qing stayed until the sun was setting in the west, so he called the shop guy to collect the bath bucket, carried the book and went down the stairs to find a seat in the corner of the living room, and ordered some tea and snacks to sit and eat slowly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Zheng gave enough money, and the inn was naturally responsive, but he was like a different person when he got on and down, and the guy in the store before was surprised, but when he returned to the back hall and thought about it, he began to disdain it again, thinking that Cen Qing was a little white face who ate soft rice.

Cen Qing didn't know what he was thinking, and after sitting down cross-legged on the mat, he smiled at the two opposites, arched his hand, and poured himself tea. When the guy brought the snacks, he inadvertently pushed the teapot and snack plate to the center of the table, and smiled again at the eyes of the two of them, nodded slightly, and motioned for the two to take it themselves.

Although he looked handsome after his makeup, he looked mild, and his demeanor was casual but could make people feel his politeness, and the two of them could not express their dissatisfaction with being disturbed, one of them ignored him, and the other thanked him, but did not go to take his food.

Cen Qing drank half a cup of tea, took an inkstone and a brush from the book beside him, placed them on the straw mat at his feet, and took out a blank book and placed it squarely on the table. After setting up the book, he poured the remaining half cup of tea into the inkstone and slowly grinded the ink.

The two were originally talking about some boring issues such as the local weather, customs, and accents, but their eyes were gradually attracted by Cen Qing, and by the time Cen Qing picked up the pen and dipped it in ink and began to put down the pen, the two had stopped talking and stared curiously at what Cen Qing was about to write.

One of the "Legend of the Heroes of the Northern Kingdom" ...... seemed to be literate and hyphenated, and seeing that Cen Qing finished writing, he carefully lifted the page and put it aside to dry, and couldn't help but look at what he was going to write below.

The poem says: 30,000 miles of the east of the river into the sea, 5,000 miles of mountains on the sky. The bereaved people are in tears, and they look south to the king for another year...... Good poem, what did you do?" The man saw Cen Qing temporarily put aside his pen, praised and asked, but Cen Qing only raised his head and continued to dip his ink into the ink, "Since ancient times, the cycle of heavenly fortune has been prosperous, and there are ups and downs. However, the poem of the old man Weng expresses the pain of the loss of his homeland and the suffering of the people of the country, but it also leads to a heroic sentence to save the world......"

Cen Qingyun's pen is in small letters, but the paper is not large, and after writing a poem and the beginning of a paragraph, the paper already accounts for most of it. He stopped his pen and blew gently on the paper, waiting for it to dry.

The man read a paragraph, glanced at the five words on the title page, his curiosity was irrepressible, and he was about to speak, when he saw Cen Qing writing again: "Let's say that thirty-three years after Jianyan crossed to the south, there was a scholar in Wuling, who had a splendid belly but failed to try, so he lost his fame and traveled away from home, wanting to follow the example of the knights of the rivers and lakes to wander the world, calling himself a scholar ......"

He put down the pen quickly, finished writing this page, gently lifted it and put it aside to dry, dipped it in ink and wrote on the third piece of paper: "Although this scholar admires the ranger, he is weak and has just gone away...... On this day, he took the boy to the mountains, and suddenly saw the birds and birds in the forest flying, and when the evil wind rose, a beast roared, and a big white-fronted insect with a hanging neck jumped out of the forest. ”

"Huh!" the man exclaimed, and when he saw Cen Qing putting down his pen again, he couldn't help but read it sentence by sentence.

“...... At the moment of life and death, I saw a sword light flying in the sky, and the big insect couldn't dodge, and was cut in the middle by the sword light, with two places at the beginning and the end, and the blood flowed like a river. When he looked up, he saw a fairy-like woman in Tsing Yi standing in front of her, as if she had stepped out of a painting...... Exactly: the scholar is in trouble on the mountain, and the fairy saves the world. Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown. ”

The sky was getting dark, Cen Qing stopped writing a chapter, rubbed his sore wrist, and began to put away the words he had written before one by one, but the person opposite couldn't help but ask, "What happened later?"

Cen Qing smiled and poured himself a glass of water, but the tea had been left for too long, and it was already cold, so he just touched his lips and put it down.

"Man, serve tea. ”

Before Cen Qing could say anything, the man had already taken the initiative to beckon the shop guy to serve the tea again, personally poured a cup for Cen Qing, handed it over with both hands, and asked, "What happened later?"

"Later, the scholar asked the fairy to escort him to the Central Plains, the fairy had something important, but he couldn't stand the scholar's pleading, so he agreed to escort the scholar to Runan ......" Cen Qing took a sip of tea and said leisurely, showing a bit of pride on his face.

"This scholar is lucky. The man said enviously, and then understood, "Runan, isn't this here?"

This "Legend of the Heroes of the Northern Kingdom" is a book that is prepared to be written based on what he has seen and heard along the way, vowing to write countless heroes and heroes in the Central Plains. ”

"Good, good ambition. The man was stunned at first, and when he heard Cen Qing say his ambition, he couldn't help but applaud and praise, "My northern boy does not forget his homeland, resists Hulu, and resists the enemy, and should have written a book to pass it on." ”

But after waiting for a while, he suddenly said, "The Qingyun Fairy in your book is also true?"

"It's true at all, I've seen it with my own eyes, even this ...... This son's room fee was also paid by the Qingyun fairy. The guy from the shop stood aside after bringing the tea, and learned the inside story of Cen Qing's book writing from others, and couldn't help but interject at this time.

"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, Xiao Sheng was robbed of his bags by the gangsters first, and then met the evil tiger in the mountains, if it wasn't for the rescue of the Qingyun Fairy, I'm afraid that he would have died in Huangquan. Cen Qing waved his hand and raised his sleeve to cover his face.

"You, a scholar, were saved and determined to be a preacher, but you are also a grateful person. ”

"That Qingyun fairy acts in a chivalrous manner, and he is the best of my generation. ”

"I just don't know if the appearance is as good as what the scholar writes. ”

"Man, you've seen it with your own eyes, tell me about it. ”

......

By the time Cen Qing finished packing up his books and walked upstairs, the first chapter of his biography of the heroes of the northern kingdom had already spread all over the inn, and everyone knew that the Qingyun fairy was extremely beautiful and chivalrous.

At this time, most of the words circulating in the world pretended to be predecessors, and the stories were mainly legends, who had ever heard of the living people around them who were determined to do a biography, and the atmosphere of the south and the north was basically heavy on literature and light on martial arts, and it was simply a fantasy for literati to write about the rivers and lakes.

However, there is such a strange scholar living in this inn, who not only writes about the things around him, but also makes everyone listen to them thrilling and yearning. And this scholar also said that he was going to write real people and real things based on what he saw and heard along the way, but he thought that he might also fall into the pen of that scholar, and following his words would be good for centuries, which was enough to make this group of people crazy.

"You're welcome, fairy Qingyun. Cen Qing closed the door with a mysterious smile on his face, "Hyping up for you and making people crazy, this is what I should have done as a behind-the-scenes agent." ”