Time passed quickly in the ordinary, Xiao Jin had been with him for almost a year, and now he is already very big, a heavy snow buried the late autumn, and the entire Qingya Academy was covered in silver. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Han Tongwen also walked out of the shadow of Wen Fatzi's death and started a normal life again. Because he hasn't been in a good mood recently, Shi Zhongyuan didn't force him to go to class or anything. If you have nothing to do, go and listen to Mr. Wu's lectures, a university, which has benefited Han Tongwen a lot, and Song Ren is also a knowledgeable gentleman, and a book of "Rites" explains the sky.

Song Ren was very excited, this "Book of Rites" was made by Confucius and his disciples, and then the two of Wenzong Dai De and Liu Xiang of the Han Empire collected and then deleted and deleted to form the eighty-five "Great Dai Li Ji", his nephew Dai Sheng, and then deleted and simplified again to form the "Little Dai Li Ji". It's just a pity that in the chaos at the end of the Han Empire, most of them were scattered, and Song Ren actually wanted to complete this ancient masterpiece, which made Han Tongwen awe-inspiring. Li An, Wu Qinghe, and these people not only expressed their support to Song Ren, but also made it easier for him all the way.

An Yiyao dropped out of school because his grandfather seemed to have been assassinated, and the family was in turmoil, so Li An hurried back to Chang'an after giving permission.

In a good mood today, Han Tongwen carried a pot of wine, and prepared to go to the back mountain to see Wen Fatzi, who always lives in the shadows and misses too much sunshine. The back mountain of Qingya Academy is very large, and a winding path leads to the tomb of Wen Fatzi, although it is now the winter solstice, a tomb bag has been raised on the bare barren mountain on sunny ground, and a bluestone tombstone has been erected. Han Tongwen came to the tombstone with the wine jar and half-squatted down, the inscription seemed to be written according to Ang Lee's own.

"Unenvious"

"It's really a stinky fart, I actually took this poem as an epitaph" Han Tongwen smiled dumbly

Sweeping the snow underground, Han Tongwen sat in front of the tombstone with a butt, and there seemed to be a feeling of direct dialogue with Wen Fatzi in front of the tombstone, and he took a sip of the wine altar. In the academy, Shi Zhongyuan strictly forbade him to drink, except for secretly drinking some in private, and only now can he walk in the academy openly and swaggeringly with the wine jar.

"Old Wen, you go, it seems that you have found a reason for me to drink, thank you, I'll do it first as a respect" Han Tongwen finished drinking, and didn't forget to pour some in front of the tombstone of Fat Wen

"You can pick a place, it's winter, it looks worse, but if it comes to spring next year, plus this place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, it is really a beautiful scenery. Your old figure painting is a must, now no one paints it for you, you just paint a picture of the beautiful scenery around you, maybe you can turn around in the next life, and you can really become a generation of painting saints" Han Tongwen said and laughed

Han Tongwen suddenly patted his head, "Why did I forget your picture of coaching the world, I won't accompany you first, I have to hurry up and see how that painting is, I have to redeem it"

Han Tongwen remembered that although the old man Wen was gone, he still had an intersection with his own life, that is, the ink treasure, the picture of the world that he used to pay off his debts when he and the old men visited the Qinglou!

It was getting late, but Han Tongwen hurriedly went down the mountain, four or five months apart, I hope that the word is still there, the old man is gone, but it is not bad to have that painting as a memory!

Although it is dusk, the lights in the five old towns are still bright, especially the Qinglou, most places like the Qinglou Washe Goolan will have an elegant name, after all, the five old towns are close to the Qingya Academy, and the literary style is quite prosperous, but this one is directly named after the Qinglou, so Li An took this name at the beginning.

Lao Baozi smiled and solicited customers at the door, how could he let go of a young talent like Han Tongwen.

"Old Castle, do you remember me?" asked Han Tongwen

"This son is..."The old castle's eyes were a little evasive, and he asked, "Shu Yanniang's eyes are clumsy."

"I had a visit with the old gentlemen of the academy half a year ago, and after that I brought you a painting for you to keep."

"Oh, it's you, son, how could Yan Niang not remember" Yan Niang seemed to be a little weak when she answered, Han Tongwen frowned slightly, could it be that there was something wrong?

"Childe, come on, come in" Yan Niang was about to enter the door with Han Tongwen's arm, with a warm face, no way not to be enthusiastic, although these people left without paying the bill last time, but the painting left behind was worth a lot of money, a full six thousand, Yan Niang's heart is about to bloom, I wish they would come a few more times, it is best not to pay the bill every time.

"Why didn't those old gentlemen come?" asked Yan Niang

"I left a painting at the time, and that painting can be," Han Tongwen said with some concern

"In, in... Don't worry, you won't lose it."

"Where, now I'm going to redeem it, I remember telling you then"

"This ....." Yan Niang hesitated as soon as she heard that she was here to redeem the painting

"Just say what you have, don't swallow it" Han Tongwen's heart sank

"The painting is there, but a month ago, I was taken by a son-in-law from Chang'an....." Yan Niang's voice became lower and lower

"Bought it?" Han Tongwen's tone was mixed with a hint of violence, because Old Man Wen's death was depressed for days, and the murderous aura honed in the Beiting period was not well controlled and involuntarily emanated, Yan Niang fell to the ground with a heel.

"Childe spares his life, Childe spares his life"

"Spare your life?" Han Tongwen shook his footsteps, and lifted this Yan Niang up with one hand, although Yan Niang didn't know what murderous aura was, but at this moment, Han Tongwen seemed terrible to her, and some smelly liquid dripped from Yan Niang's long skirt and fell on the floor.

Han Tongwen also realized his gaffe, and left her still on the ground, without apologizing, and forcibly suppressed his anger, "Tell me what kind of son, that painting is very important to me"

"It's a son with an extraordinary bearing, it seems to be surnamed Li" Yan Niang said tremblingly

Throwing down the usual money Han Tongwen sighed and prepared to leave, maybe this would be a pity, Chang'an has a population of millions, and there are many people surnamed Li, Han Tongwen even regrets it a little, and the final intersection between Wen Fatzi and him may be over.

"Now that you're here, don't stay a little longer, you're just going to leave after the trouble of finding an old prostitute?" came a laughing sound from upstairs

Han Tong's text was full of remorse and anger, if he didn't know his current identity and couldn't kill, this old castle would have died a long time ago, and he was even more angry when he heard someone taunt, but when he turned around, he was stunned, and he showed ecstasy

"Ye Liu, why are you here" Han Tongwen's anger instantly turned into surprise

At this moment, Ye Liu hugged left and right, and there were women around him who kept feeding him wine, looking like a playboy.

"I miss you, come and see," Ye Liu said with a smile

"Don't be disgusted with me, let's go, follow me to the academy"

Ye Liu jumped directly from the two of them, but when he landed, his eyebrows hurriedly covered his chest.

"Are you injured?" Han Tongwen hugged Ye Liu

"Let's go, we'll talk about it when we go back"

Han Tongwen left the battlefield for half a year, and only then did he learn some news from Ye Liu's mouth. Since the outbreak of the real war, the three major battlefields, the Yangshan Bandits, the Ten Thousand Swords Villa, and the Martial Palace, have all fought with the martial arts forces of the empire, and the situation has developed towards an uncontrollable situation. Mo Zongli, Qin Wanjian, Wukong, Mei Shijue, the four major towns and kingdoms of martial saints have made great efforts, and many big cities have been turned into ruins, the seven great swordsmen of Wanjian Villa, two died in Jeju, Wudian lost three elders, and most of the thirteen thieves in Yangshan were seriously injured. This kind of battle can no longer be participated in by these young generation of warriors, not only Ye Liu, but all the young warriors have all withdrawn from Datang. And Ye Liu's injury, speaking of his injury, Ye Liu still has palpitations, because he almost died under the man's gun, and the name of Daxia Du Shuchang also entered Han Tongwen's ears for the first time.

Ye Liu was about to return to Taixuan Academy, and he happened to pass through Qingya, so he came to visit.

"I heard about your deeds in the North Garden, pile by pile, it really makes me excited and envious, I heard that you also retrieved my Tang Dynasty artifact Kunwu Knife from the Snow Mountain Temple?

Han Tongwen laughed, "Only you know that I am the Night Shura"

"If I spread the news that you are Night Shura, I'm afraid the entire Tang martial arts world will have to tremble."

"I'm far behind, not only did I have no bright performance, but I almost died under Du Shuchang's gun" Ye Liu was a little helpless

"Is it so powerful?

"I'm in Datang, although I'm not the top powerhouse of the younger generation, but at least my strength is not very weak, I can't hold up a hundred moves under Du Shuchang's gun" Ye Liu sighed

"If you spend less effort in Qinglou, it is estimated that Du Shuchang will not be your opponent."

"Cut, life is short, enjoy it in time, this is the gene of my merry Ye family, my second uncle has been out for decades and has not come home, I am almost envious to death, where am I going" Ye Liu didn't take Han Tongwen's words to heart at all

"Even Qin Zisang will not necessarily be Du Shuchang's opponent"

"That's a big deal" Han Tongwen has seen Qin Zisang's strength with his own eyes, and he has also experienced it himself.

"Although Du Shuchang has never fought with Qin Zisang, he has fought with Wu Xiu"

"Wu Xiu, who won" Han Tongwen was very interested, Wu Xiu's strength was on par with Qin Zisang, he knew this.

"Wu Xiu was shot. Du Shuchang took a punch and draws"

"Du Shuchang.... Du Shuchang...."Han Tongwen muttered, "Could it be the son of the Du family of the loyal martial family?"

"You also know the Chungwu family."

"No wonder" Han Tongwen learned from Mo Zongli and Li Junxian that the Great Xia Empire, an extremely powerful family, was an existence like Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world, and it was also a pillar of optimus in the court.