In Xianyang, where countless dignitaries and people of the empire gathered, most of them had news that could reach the sky. If there was any slight movement in the surrounding city, it would quickly spread throughout the city.
The Academy had no intention of concealing the news of Lao Jijiu's death. Although the heavy rain hindered the spread of the news, within half an hour, this extremely sad and key message reached the ears of countless people and dignitaries. In addition to being shocked and sad
Apart from that, there were only continuous sighs.
No way, no way...
Lao Jijiu is a great Confucian of the time. His reputation alone is enough to open up a poor family in the world to practice in the temple. What's more, Lao Jijiu has also made great achievements in scholarship. Today, among the top people in the temple and spiritual practice, I don't know that there are
How many people came from Lao Jijiu’s family?
Anyone who comes from the academy is a disciple of Lao Jijiu. It is conceivable what impact the death of Lao Jijiu will have on the empire. This is also the source of worries for many people, but heroes always emerge in troubled times.
Some people will choose to wait for the opportunity at this time, take action decisively, and snatch things that should not be turbulent.
Jing Yun silently looked at the raindrops falling from all sides of the oil-paper umbrella. They were loud and crisp, and the bluestone had already been wet. There was a small tattered hole at the top of the oil-paper umbrella. The raindrops slowly slid down the handle and fell to the ground.
The palms of his fingers, connected to his heart, naturally felt cold.
Lin Yi stared at Jingyun standing in the rain and asked gently: "You think my shabby eaves are not enough to cover your figure, or maybe you think the country is too shabby to accept your figure.
, so he was unwilling to come in and would rather stay in the rain."
There was no trace of anger on Jing Yun's face, and there was still a lingering calm. His long hair hidden under the oil-paper umbrella was already a little wet, and the ticking raindrops hung on the tips of his messy hair that was blown by the wind.
He gently raised his white and slender fingers to wipe away the feverish raindrops, stroked his messy hair back, and said expressionlessly: "I'm not in the mood to joke with you. It will take a long time for this rainstorm to stop.
Time, if you have nothing to do, you can come with me to the academy, maybe there will be unexpected surprises."
Lin Yi pursed his lips and couldn't help but mutter: "What kind of surprise can there be? It's not a happy event for others, but a free event. Whether I can let you in is unknown. How dare you say such a thing? It's really..."
The words suddenly stopped, and the soothing and disdainful brows suddenly tightened. He looked down at the crackling bluestone floor and the small streams of water flowing between the traces of mud. After thinking about it for a long time, he stood up suddenly, with eyes in his eyes.
There seems to be a sparkle of light, and a luster of excitement and eagerness to try.
Regarding Lin Yi's change, Jing Yun just kept smiling at the corners of his mouth, with sharp and direct eyes. He stared at Lin Yi's slightly evil eyes and smiled lightly, getting out of the way around him. Of course, he slowly lifted the oil-paper umbrella he was holding.
Passing it out, it only covered half of his body, and his left shoulder was instantly wet by the heavy rain.
Lin Yi waved his hand and spoke calmly: "Although I don't have anything else, I can still afford a small oil-paper umbrella!"
He walked into the house and walked out holding an oil-paper umbrella with a slightly dull handle. Without saying anything, he passed directly over Jing Yun who was standing in the rain.
One after another, walking on the only Tianjie Street in Xianyang.
Two completely different oil-paper umbrellas shine like bright lights under the dim sky, twinkling with different meanings.
If two guiding lights...
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The dark color of Tianjie is as cool as water!
Within the palace wall visible in Xianyang, a simple and ordinary carriage swayed out, just like the carriage that appeared under the shady trees outside the academy that day in the cold spring rain at night, slowly and swaying
Walking through Tianjie.asxs..
Next to the carriage followed a middle-aged man holding an oil-paper umbrella and an ancient sword. His expressionless face seemed to be the middle-aged man's only obvious feature.
This is an ordinary swordsman!
"I wonder how long this rain will last?"
The heavy curtain of the carriage was opened, revealing the white and sickly palms and wrists. The palms of the hands were facing the sky, receiving the sad big jade beads that fell into the mortal world. They clicked. The palms of the hands were very hard, just like the heart of the palm owner.
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Cold and hard!
Tang Peimin glanced at the hand holding out the carriage, which was frighteningly white. He turned his head and looked straight ahead with a blind eye: "Don't you know your own body? You have to do these seemingly romantic, interesting and artistic things, and you never thought about it.
How much impact will it have on my own body?”
"Cough cough cough!" He coughed one after another. After stopping, the prince's hoarse voice came up again: "Someone once told me that after reaching the top of spiritual practice, you can achieve the ideal immortality, but you may not be able to live forever.
, but it shouldn’t be a problem to extend your life by a few hundred years, do you think this is true?”
Upon hearing the question, Tang Peimin's expression changed slightly and he was silent for a long time. It was not until the carriage was about to leave Tianjie and pass through the deep city cave that he finally spoke.
"Kamizo..."
The prince wondered: "What is Shen Zang?"
Tang Peimin's face showed yearning, and he replied calmly: "If you practice in the seven realms, each has a different focus, and if you understand unique magical powers, you will naturally have other names."
The prince thought about it and suddenly realized: "Is it the same state as the sage rumored in the world?"
Tang Peimin directly corrected: "Yes or no, Zong Sheng is the only saint in the world, and he is in the state of freedom. And Shen Zang is another method. The name of Shen Zang comes from the endless potential of the body."
The carriage moved forward slowly, and the prince inside didn't speak anymore. Whether something was said or not was actually not that important. He was a wise prince, so he could naturally understand what he should understand. As for those who didn't understand, it was him.
Shouldn't understand.
Sometimes, there is always a difference between thinking and doing. He thinks he shouldn't understand, so he doesn't insist on understanding. But sometimes, he desperately wants to get what he shouldn't get.
The carriage was mysteriously and slowly walking on the official road, and the direction it was heading was vaguely the academy where Yun Laiji was. I guess it was true that although the prince had never entered the academy, he had an extremely deep nostalgia for the academy. The old priest passed away,
He should go take a look.
But is it really just a visit?
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When the carriage arrived outside the academy, the curtains were not moved. Tang Peimin stood beside the carriage, quietly staring at the white stone pillars of the academy without saying a word.
There were already students passing by, looking at the carriage that had been parked for a long time, and everyone was talking about it. When had they ever seen a carriage driving outside the academy, instead of getting off the carriage, it just stopped.
There were many things going on in the academy, but no one stopped to ask. The death of the old man Jijiu, the enrollment of students in the academy, and the emperor's travel were all major events that were as big as the sky, and there was no room for slacking off.
Tang Peimin was about to speak when there was a sudden sound from inside the carriage.
"Let's go in and have a look! I haven't entered this high-end gate for many years, so I feel a little uncomfortable!"
Slowly moving forward, Tang Peimin held his sword, but no one dared to stop him. There were faint sad words in the car that penetrated the thick curtains, and only a few words were audible.
Chapter completed!