Jingzhou, "Shangshu" and many other ancient documents have records that "Yu drew Kyushu, there was Jingzhou", which is the so-called Central Plains.

And Nanyang City has been built at the beginning of the establishment of Jingzhou, surrounded by Zhou Mountain, rich in minerals, the smelting and mining department set up by the imperial court, it has produced a number of historical celebrities, it is 100 miles away from the national capital Luoyang, it is the second largest city in the Central Plains.

Everyone followed the king into the city, found that the city and the outside of the city are simply two worlds, the sound of traffic in the city is endless, pedestrians, hawkers are endless, the houses are lined up one after another, you can see the previous dynasty or even more ancient buildings, arranged next to each other, although it is not the luxury of the thousands of miles of warblers crying green and red in the south of the Yangtze River, but there is a sense of the vicissitudes of life unique to the ancient city, which makes people feel respectful.

"Wow, is this Fang Xi's "The Legend of Dongling"?!" Ye Yuanqing screamed, and hurriedly ran to a black stone tablet engraved with words, and didn't care about the mud on the ground, half knelt on the ground, and looked at it carefully, "Although it is a rubbing, the person who engraved the words has the essence of Fang Xi's calligraphy, and he must meet this person if he has the opportunity." "I let out a sigh of admiration as I watched.

"Childe. Yun Menghan coughed behind him, and seeing that Ye Yuanqing did not react, he pointed to a stone tablet next to him and said, "Hey, isn't this Liang Ruiyong's "The Legend of the Coming Hills"? ”

"Ah?!What?!" Ye Yuanqing heard Yun Menghan's words, and suddenly looked up, and then pounced on the stone tablet next to him, his face almost sticking to the stone tablet word by word.

After Ye Yuanqing screamed a few times in a row to no avail, Yun Menghan stepped forward and scooped up Ye Yuanqing and said, "Childe, let's find a place to settle down first, and then it's not too late for you to come and see again, anyway, the stele is placed there, and you can't run." Ignoring Ye Yuanqing's struggle, he picked him up and followed Wang Dutou forward.

After a while, several people followed Wang Dutou to an inn called "Xingyuxiang", which is said to be one of the best inns in Nanyang City.

After entering the lobby, everyone was immediately attracted by the decoration of the hall, there are no tables and benches and other objects, only rows of bookcases, neatly placed books, each desk is placed with a small incense burner, light incense is around, the smell is refreshing, there are several paintings hanging from the beams of the room, the style is different, but they can be identified from the pen of a famous artist, the surrounding walls are also full of poems, the people dressed as three or two scholars in the hall sit in front of different bookcases, are holding the book and reading attentively, the whole lobby is extremely quiet, and the previous inn is very different.

It turned out that Wang Dutou just saw that Ye Yuanqing liked calligraphy and painting quite a lot, so he found this very distinctive inn, Ye Yuanqing's eyes glowed green after entering the inn, like a mouse falling into a honeypot, he pounced in front of the bookcase and buried his head in reading the book.

"I appreciate you. Yun Menghan gave Wang Dutou a thumbs up.

After arranging the guest rooms for everyone, Wang Dutou left first, because he had to hurry up to report the news of the Ye family's people coming to Nanyang City.

Cui Lingsha naturally accompanied Ye Yuanqing to read in the lobby, and when she saw that Ye Yuanqing couldn't be called, the other three could only accompany her in the lobby.

Lin Yuanqing turned the pages boringly, the books placed here are relatively profound, Lin Yuanqing, who has read one or two pages, can only recognize the words on them, and he can't understand them when they are connected together, he only yawns, and when he looks up, he sees Hong Er flipping through a book with great interest, and hurriedly leans up and asks in a whisper: "Master, what are you reading?"

"See for yourself. Hong Er rolled his eyes and lifted the writing, on which were written two big characters "Spring and Autumn".

"Ah, I know this book, I heard Mr. Storyteller say before, Guan Yu reads Spring and Autumn at night. ”

Hong Er rolled his eyes.

"Master, why does Guan Yu want to read Spring and Autumn at night, what did Spring and Autumn say?"

Hong Er continued to roll his eyes.

"Master, Guan Yu is so powerful, why do you still want to read Spring and Autumn?"

"Master, do all those who practice martial arts have to read Spring and Autumn?"

"Master..."

"Stop!"

Hong Ersai gave him the money bag, his eyes widened and said, "You go to the street first and walk around by yourself." After speaking, he moved a position and looked at the book with his back to Lin Yuanqing.

"Okay. Lin Yuanqing took the money bag out of the inn for some reason, but he was not familiar with the surrounding environment when he first arrived, and he was afraid of getting lost, so he saw a teahouse next to him, where a storyteller was telling a story, so he went in and listened to the book.

After Mr. Storyteller closed the stall, Lin Yuanqing realized that it was not too early and hurriedly returned to the inn.

Ye Yuanqing was still reading the book, Yun Menghan and Cui Lingsha were accompanying him, but he didn't find Hong Er's figure, and came to Hong Er's room and knocked on the door.

"Master. ”

"Well, come in. ”

Hong Er's voice came from inside, and as soon as Lin Yuanqing pushed the door in, he was pressed on a stool by Hong Eryi, and there was a copy of "Spring and Autumn" on the table in front of him.

"Tonight's task, memorize it, and I'm going to test you tomorrow. Hong Er's deep voice came from behind, and the big hand pressed on his shoulder was heavy and powerful.

"Huh?!"