The Eerie Demon Lord

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It was late, and people who liked the excitement continued to wander around and have some fun in Tai'an City, but the owners of many stalls had already withdrawn their stalls and went home. There was an old man with a sallow complexion walking on the street. He was carrying a wine bottle. His hair was a little oily and messy. It looked like he hadn't taken care of it for a long time. His clothes were torn in several places, so he probably had no clothes to change. The cloth shoes under his feet also had a hole, and a big toe was exposed. Others would think he had walked a long way. And he did walk a long way. He didn't walk a road, a place, or a city, but a country, the Kingdom of Wei. He went from south to north, from east to west. He saw the poorest places, visited the richest cities, ate braised oysters in the east, drank corn wine in the west, paddled boats in the south, and rode horses in the north. For more than two months, Gu Hanxu traveled throughout the Wei Kingdom. It was indeed much better than the Northern Kingdom. The politics were clear and clear. In the past, he was in charge of various secret newspapers. He browsed through the newspapers about the Wei Kingdom and did not miss any of them. Along the way, he still felt that the secret reports about the Wei State were still a little shallow. Under the auxiliary administration of the imperial advisor, the Wei State had indeed become too prosperous and too fast, and now it even had that building. Tai'an City was the starting point of his travels two months ago, and it is also the end point now. However, he is not in a hurry to find the porcelain maker Hua Zi. Instead, he walks slowly on the streets and feels the lively Daqing before the founding of Canglan Mountain. Drinking the wine from the flask, it was too spicy. I was used to the warm and mellow Yiyexiang from the north, but I couldn't get used to the wine from other countries. Some people were gradually packing up the stalls and going home, but Gu Hanxu still walked forward. He believed that there would be stalls that were still open. The grilled stinky tofu was the most fragrant, and the leeks were also good. Gu Hanxu soon came across a stall. It was not a drinking stall or a food stall. In fact, this stall could not be said to be a stall. There was not even a piece of cloth covering the ground. The goods were just placed on the ground, waiting for people to buy. Maybe ordinary people don't care about this kind of stall, but that stall attracted Gu Hanxu, a silly fool. In front of him were a dozen grasshoppers, horses, grasshoppers and other things woven from foxtail grass. Maybe it was because he was an idiot who was guarding the stall, and maybe it was because of the various things woven by Setaria on the stall. What he saw in front of him evoked something in his heart. Setaria, with such an authentic name, was his neighbor when he was young. He often rolled with Hua Zi and the others in the grass. There was Setaria in the grass, and it was fluffy. "Gua Wa Zi, aren't you going yet?" Gu Hanxu put the wine bottle on his waist, sat hunched next to Chi'er, and then asked in authentic local dialect. After a while, Chi'er wiped the halazi from his mouth with his sleeve, then turned to look at the old man sitting next to him, and smiled crazily. "I'll take you back, okay?" Gu Hanxu said again. Chi'er stopped laughing and put his money bag in his hands. Although he didn't understand much, life taught him that money is a good thing. Gu Hanxu saw what he was thinking. "Look, I'm an old man and I have nowhere to go. I'll help you carry your things back, can you give me a place to live?" Chi'er wiped his hands again and ignored him, just minding his own business. However, many people passing by were not interested in the things on the ground. Instead, the old man and the young boy sitting on the ground attracted many people's attention. No one came to visit anymore, so Chi'er put everything in the bamboo basket and then carried it home. "I'll carry it!" Gu Hanxu said, and then reached out to take the bamboo basket, but the idiot held the bamboo basket tightly. His dull eyes looked at the old man who was snatching the bamboo basket from him, and he didn't bother to wipe the corners of his mouth. The old man let go, but still followed the idiot, as if he was relying on him. "Guawazi, let me help you, can you?" Gu Hanxu said after walking for a while, but Chi'er just lowered his head, stepping left, right, left and right. The old man watched Chi'er walking like this, and the old man also started walking, following a Chi'er. The child only played a game, and he didn't feel embarrassed, but felt a little happy. "Guawazi, please listen, I can't walk!" When they reached the bridge, the old man touched his waist and gasped, but the idiot didn't seem to hear him. Carrying the bamboo basket, he walked forward sometimes left and sometimes right, as if He didn't hear what the old man said. Just when the old man was a little frustrated, Chi'er sat down at the other end of the bridge. He put the bamboo basket on his hands and wiped his hands. He looked back with dull eyes. The old man immediately walked over and sat down with Chi'er. The sky is very clean, so clean that you can see the twinkling stars and the round moon. "The moon is so beautiful tonight, Guawazi, have you heard that every time a person dies, there is an extra star in the sky..." Gu Hanxu didn't know why, but he talked a lot tonight, and he unconsciously took a sip of wine. Chi'er looked at the shining stars quietly from the side, with a special light in his eyes. After resting, Chi'er got up. The old man immediately reached out to take the bamboo basket and said that he had nowhere to go and hoped to stay with him for a few days. Chi'er let go of his hand and agreed, so one old, one young, one tall and one short went back. On the other side of Jingcheng Lake, when the woman said that there was Murong Qiubai, a sage from the Confucian Temple, who was leading the funeral tonight, the whole boat started to stir. Some people may not know Murong Qiubai, but the four words "sage from the Confucian Temple" carry a very important weight in the world. The position of the Confucian Temple in the world can be said to be the culmination of the entire "cultural lineage". It has hundreds of schools of thought. Being able to win the title of sage in the Confucian Temple is a meritorious deed. Some people began to talk about Murong Qiubai, the sage from the Confucian Temple, where he was from, what merit he had, and who invited him to arbitrate this poetry game. Whether there were sages in the other two ships, so some people "fluttered" among the three ships, just to know whether there were really three sages, but only one sage came. When many people were surprised, five people, including Murong Qiubai, had already said their names to everyone and bowed. In fact, the five people in charge of the arbitration all have great reputations and have their own uniqueness in knowledge, so the students and traveling scholars present all have high regard for them. Wang Yunxi and Deng Xiwen looked at the five sages sitting on the second floor and glanced at each other. They could see each other's thoughts. In addition to understanding the folk customs of various places during their study tour, they also hoped to learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses in knowledge and get a famous teacher to answer their questions. "That wise man is so young!" Ku Zhi said at the side. When the two saw Ku Zhi judging his age by his appearance, they couldn't help but reach out and touch his head without saying anything. Two hands came to his head unexpectedly. Ku Zhi was annoyed by this the most. Could he be right? The world only knows that literature can bring peace to the world with pen, and martial arts can instantly regulate the world. But they don't know that a scholar's sharp tongue can bring chaos to the world, and it is often a scholar who can cause thunder in the court. The world also believes that only practicing on the mountain can prolong life and achieve enlightenment. Few intellectuals and scholars can read clearly and have the most holy knowledge. Some people once said that Taoist scholars are useless and dare to make the world sink into the sea. Therefore, what the mountain gods can do, the scholars can also do, and even better. Some people are not like Ku Zhi, who thinks that Murong Qiubai is only about forty years old. Those who know the details will know that Murong Qiubai got the title of sage before Jiazi, and his age is almost two hundred years old. In the Confucian Temple, he is considered to be very young, and sages who are two hundred years old are even rarer. Xu Tai'an and others on the third floor met the five highly educated people, and they all had their own thoughts and expressions. Song Qianyu was more real and obvious. She had never seen an elder with top knowledge. When she was at home, she had not met many scholars who could convince her. Not counting the neighbor's elder brother who studied, and her younger brother who was a lousy reader. The most knowledgeable one could only be regarded as an old blind storyteller. Later, when I entered the Jia Mansion, I saw some collections of books, but none of them had the magnanimity and character of a scholar. In the Xu Mansion, I only got along with a few sisters, and I couldn't wander around without permission, so I didn't see any library or the like. The only ones who had some knowledge were the young lady Ningyun and the second son Xu Zilin, but they were all of the same generation, and they were far less shocked than the elders with the highest knowledge in front of them. Ningyun likes reading, but she only treats them as elders. What she thinks in her mind is that there are some questions that can help them solve their puzzles. Even if they don't have the chance, it doesn't matter. Yuanya on the side is very surprised. She admires scholars very much. No one is more knowledgeable than a sage here, so she can't help but grab the corner of Luzhu's clothes next to her and habitually call her Sister Lianyu. However, she soon realizes that she has lost her composure. Xu Tai'an looked at the man named Murong Qiubai, because he had never seen what a wise man looked like. He had one head, two ears, a pair of eyes, and a mouth. He was no different from ordinary people. He ate a pear cleanly, put the pear core aside, and continued to eat the next one. The first scene was a couplet. It was ready. Two women slowly came onto the stage. When they reached the center of the field, they spread out a piece of cloth and saw on it it said: "The small section can hold the right meaning." It's a question, let everyone present think about it, and each couple a sentence to see whose words are the best. Soon someone came up with the first sentence: How can carefulness hinder greatness? The person who wrote the first line was a rough man, dressed as a scholar. He was a student of Fuyin Academy named Sun Ju. This sentence is not bad, but the wording is a bit clumsy. There were more than ten people in charge of recording, in case someone missed it. Many people felt sorry for him. The classmates who were traveling with Sun Ju couldn't help but hit him with their elbows, saying that they were embarrassed. How can a mayfly shake the sky? When Wang Yunxi and Deng Xiwen heard this sentence, they couldn't help but shook their heads. Ku Zhi saw the two of them shaking their heads at the side. Why were they so bad? Wang Yunxi could only say that this sentence was good or good. Gu Changxi, Bai Wuheng, Wu Xian, Zhu Xunxiu and Murong Qiubai have already entered the small private room. On one side, the couplets of scholars are singing, the sound is like a pavilion. The windows on one side are open, and moonlight pours in. No one is seated in the pavilion. The white jade pot on the middle table is filled with blue waves, and the purple gold cup is filled with fragrance. All five of them have met before. If it comes down to it, Gu Changxi is considered the host. He knew that several people had arrived in Tai'an City, so he arranged for them to stay at Fuyin Academy. Some people had seen the dean Gu Changxi entertain guests before, and many gentlemen also came to see the guests, but they did not know their identities. After finishing here, I am afraid that the academy will not be able to live in peace. It is possible to cross the threshold of one's own house. It is possible to ask for a few calligraphy and paintings, especially for Murong Qiubai. The title of a sage is still very big. ? ! ,.

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