There is a curfew in Luoyang. Generally, no one dares to walk publicly on the streets after sunset, and the city gates are gradually closed.

If you appear outside or inside the city in the middle of the night, you will either be traitor or steal.

Tang Dou didn't enter the city abruptly, so he meditated on the south bank of Luoshui at the foot of Beimang Mountain for half a night. As for Tang Dou, he found a random place in the grass on the shore, lay down and fell asleep, and even shouted in his sleep to eat.

The red sun rises into the sky, and the clear sky is vast.

The narrow and long Luo River flowed away endlessly, and there were many Buddhist niches on the cliffs of Longmen on both sides of the shore. There were countless statues of Buddha Bodhisattvas, and the incense was abundant.

The dragon gate originally stretched across here, and the Luo River was blocked by it.

I don’t know how the white carp in the Yellow River flows upstream and how it jumps over the mountains that are thousands of feet high.

The persistent spirit of never regretting until death was almost tragic. He thought about it and felt a little excited.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, he was really poisoned by the story of Taoist Yuanzhen.

Just now, Tang Dou went into the city to find Linghu Wan and Huang Xin to meet him. Tang suddenly continued to stand by the Luoshui River to enjoy the scenery and nostalgia, and cleansed the bustling feelings.

He looked up at the Beimang Mountain opposite. The mountains were stacked and the gorgeous Taoist temple on the top of Cuiyun Peak could be seen faintly.

He guessed that the Taoist priests in the palace headed by Zhang Yong were now hating him to the core, and they were not sure that they had already passed the imperial examination, so he decided not to enter Luoyang, although he had long been interested in the Shengjing of the eastern capital Luoyang.

I suddenly remembered a poem by Jin Renyuan Haowen, "Linjiangxian". He rarely acted like a erotic style, but sometimes, he couldn't help but be unable to control his literary youth when he was in the scene.

"In the past and ancient times, the yellow dust is gone, and the heroes are gone. People live in a long and regretful way. Who can talk to each other in the secluded feelings? They watch the return of the glory. The great fame and honor are the ones who used to blame the heavens in the past. A song of a great song and a thousand bells of wine. Where a man walks is, he has not yet discussed his poverty."

Seeing that there was no one around, I couldn't help but recite it loudly to expel the heavy depression in my heart.

"What a long song, tragic and distant, with a noble temperament." A soft applause came from behind.

When he turned around, he saw a young man in black with a slender figure and a young man in his early twenties walking slowly, with a beautiful appearance and a high temperament.

Not a Taoist priest, but better than a Taoist priest.

Tang Tang couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

I accidentally pretended to be elegant in the nostalgic situation in Longmen, and I really met an applauding audience.

The young man in black had a clear gaze and bowed to Tang's fist and greeted him: "When I was passing by here, I didn't expect to hear the young man singing in the river, so I took the liberty to bother him, please forgive me!"

He smiled abruptly and nodded without caring about it.

This place is not owned by his family, so there is no disturbance to anyone who wants to come.

"The next surname is Li and his name is Luo, which is Luo from Luoshui."

The young man in black seemed to be interested in talking, and walked over and stood side by side with Tang Ku. The faint smell of fragrance on his body was extremely unique and unforgettable to smell.

Tang couldn't help thinking abruptly, is this the fragrance from the Tang Dynasty or the fragrance from Persia?

People asked with courtesy, but Tang Kuo didn't care: "I've seen the young master."

"I heard that my younger husband is not from Luoyang, but he looks more like a Chang'an, right?"

Li Luo smiled slightly and said, "The long song of Xiao Langjun is so elegant, nostalgic to the past, and expresses his personal feelings. Luo really admires it."

Tang shook his head abruptly and said lightly: "This is not the creation of Tang, but the work of his friend Yuan Haowen. Today is the same, and his feelings are stirring for a moment, and he recites it accidentally, which makes the young master laugh."

"Yuan Haowen? Who is such a talented person? I haven't heard of this person's name before, so I'm really ignorant."

Li Luo was a little surprised. He was familiar with all the people in the world who were good at writing poems. This was the first time that people who were called Yuan Haowen heard of it.

"This person is from Taiyuan, Hedong. He is a poor scholar. If you borrow a nameless man, you don't have to worry about him." Tang Tang said casually.

You definitely don't know him, he is a person from later generations.

He didn't want to continue to get involved in this topic, so he wanted to turn around and leave.

"Now the long river of Luoshui, the cliffs of Longmen, the mountains and rivers are connected, the scene is spectacular, and there are many magical things in it. There are goddesses in Luoshui, who are peerless and beautiful women."

Li Luo gently sang the poem "The Goddess of Luo" by Cao Zhi of the Three Kingdoms: "It is as graceful as a striking geese, as gentle as a dragon. The glorious autumn chrysanthemums and lush spring pine. It is as if it is as light clouds covering the moon, and it is as floating as the wind returning to the snow. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow; observing it, it is as bright as the hibiscus ripples and waves..."

Tang couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

Since ancient times, there have been countless scholars who fantasize about the goddess of Luoshui. They all want to have a shameless dream of Wushan encounter with the goddess of Luoshui. Naturally, they are not short of Li Luo.

In fact, if you have this free time, it is better to go directly to the market in Luoyang to find a beautiful and beautiful lady who is as beautiful as a flower and jade to spend the whole night. Why bother with that god?

Before he could respond, Li Luo deliberately or unintentionally brought the topic to the matter of "White Carp Jumping the Dragon Gate": "It is said that there is a white carp in the Yellow River that goes upstream, jumping over the dragon gate here and turning into a real divine dragon. He lives in the Luo River and spreading clouds and rain in the Heluo land, which is quite effective. I wonder if the little man has heard of it?"

It was not surprising to mention the carp jumping over the Dragon Gate by the Longmenluo Waterside, which the locals talked about. It was originally a matter of time.

But this young man in black came too coincidental, and he mentioned the "white carp turning into a dragon" at a sudden and sensitive moment, which invisibly made him feel a little alert.

"Can a fish jump over the dragon gate? If you jump over the dragon gate, you will become a dragon? A fish or a fish. Besides, a fish that can jump over a mountain of ten thousand feet will probably become a spirit. It is no worse than a dragon. Why do you have to pursue becoming a dragon?"

Tang seemed to laugh, said nonsense: "This is just a country rumor. Whether the young master believes it or not, Tang doesn't believe it anyway."

The abrupt logic is very novel, but it is philosophical when thinking about it carefully.

Li Luo's face was stunned, and he pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but smile, "Young man is so sophistry, but I can't speak out. However, the essence of fish leaping over the Dragon Gate is that if you don't cross the Dragon Gate, the fish will always be just a fish. Just like the Emperor Gaozu of the Tang Dynasty, if I did not raise an army from Taiyuan to Chang'an and become an emperor, the highest minister will still be a minister. In the face of supreme imperial power, it is actually the same as the people in the market, like a native chicken and a tiled dog. No matter how high a scholar is, he is still a commoner. Only by becoming an official can you change your destiny."

As soon as Li Luo said this, he was directly designated as an ambitious and pretentious ambitious in Tang Ku's heart. How could ordinary people dare to be so arrogant and want to die?

Moreover, he deliberately said such words in front of himself, and his intentions are still unknown.

Isn't he afraid that he would go to the government to sue him for a gangster and argue with His Majesty the Emperor that he should kill the nine clans?

I am trying to follow the example of a carp jumping over the dragon gate. Don’t you want to rebel? It should be killed!!

But on the surface, he smiled and bowed, not agreeing with Li Luo's words.

When we meet by chance, we don’t know the other person’s background, so we are too lazy to find out the root of the problem.

The two stood on the shore and smiled and talked, and more than an hour passed without realizing it.

The sun was hanging in the sky, and three horses were coming from the official road at the city gate. Tang Dou didn't have to look back and knew that Tang Dou had arrived with Linghu Wan and Huang Xin, so he bowed and said goodbye to Li Luo. Without waiting for Li Luo to say anything, he got on the horse and left.

Li Luo had long sleeves floating, turned around and looked at the backs of Tang Ku and others who were flying away, and the smoke and dust gradually rose to the corner of his mouth with a calm smile that was in control.

He murmured to the running river again: "Even a white carp can turn into a dragon, how can we be worse than a fish?"

If Tang Kuo heard this, he would be furious. Who is a fish?

You are an ambitious stinky salted fish, and you don’t know how much you weigh.

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Shangqing Palace.

The host Zhang Yong handed over the written memorial to the middle-aged Taoist priest in purple robe. His confidant Taoist Xuanqing secretly instructed him to travel day and night to Longhu Mountain to spread the word.

At the same time, he ordered to inform Chang'an, Guanzhong and all the Taoist temples and other courtyards of the Tianshi Dao through the unique communication method of the Tianshi Dao.

A portrait of a young man in white was also spread out at the same time. The life and death revenge of the original sect in the last words of the superior genius, which had been revealed, and the nine-legged dragon cauldron magic weapon was destroyed. This was a shocking event and he dared not hide it.

Of course, in order to clear his responsibilities, he exaggerated the demonization of the abruptness in his article, and repeatedly begged the contemporary celestial master to go down the mountain with his sword and kill this villain.

These movements can naturally be hidden from the Taoist Yuanzhen who is also in Beim Mountain.

Yuanzhen was very annoyed. He knew that Zhang Yong had always deceived his superiors and concealed his subordinates and was good at fanning the flames. He had already "persuaded" Zhang Yong to suppress the matter and turned it into small matters. He didn't know who was instigating him behind his back, which made Zhang Yong go wrong again.

At this time, there is no way to stop it. Yuanzhen had the only hope that the contemporary celestial masters of Longhu Mountain would not be confused and make the same mistake again.
Chapter completed!