The capital has been prosperous since ancient times, not only the political center of the whole world, but also the cultural center, with a terrifyingly profound historical heritage.

The city walls of the capital are steep and stable, and after thousands of years of wind and rain, they are invited to investigate the water, wind and fire of the earth, study the yin and yang and the eight trigrams. Then the ground was started and the land was built into a city.

This city can gather the fortunes of the world, bless the prosperity of the dynasty and pass on it from generation to generation.

From a high point, the capital is like a giant seal carrying the world, steadily covering the earth, like taking root and sprouting, unshakable.

Above the void, blood and energy form clouds, and countless literary qi, rich and noble qi, official qi, and yellow qi, and scattered tangled into pieces, covering the capital.

This, from a numerology perspective, is called "Qiyun".

The luck is like a rainbow, and all evils are not invaded, which indicates that the Tianhua Dynasty has a long political lifespan and cannot be changed easily.

Thirty-three days, illusory, the fairy mountain stands floating on it. At this moment, on a floating island-style place, there are more than ten old men in one costume.

The old men all have fairy-like spirits and are floating out of the world. From their clothes, we can see that these people have different origins. Among them, they are clearly distinguishable, including Yuhuadao, Shushan, Emei, Gukong Temple, etc. It can be said that all giants have come.

Of course, these gods and immortals gather together to discuss things:

Two of them had their eyes shot out from top to bottom, and the direction they were observing was exactly where the capital was;

Another old man with a long beard brushed through his chest was muttering a word, raised his hand and sprinkled two turtle shells...

There are also those who sprinkle copper coins and those who fiddle with the fate...

Anyway, all kinds of divination and arithmetics are used to use magical powers.

About an hour later, all the actions stopped suddenly, looking at each other, and they all found the answer from the other person's expression:

An old man sighed: "The revival of the wise and the way of virtue should be restored this year."

Another old man carrying a sword was whispered: "The luck is like a dragon, and it cannot be reversed by heaven."

An old man in black stood up suddenly: "Then let's watch it dryly, and sit and watch the sage become a god?"

"At the beginning of the thirty-three days of establishment, there were already regulations that we should not usurp the world arbitrarily, which is a taboo. On the other hand, we will be granted the title of the court and be a righteous god, and some rules must be followed."

"Haha, how easy is it to become a god? Although we cannot take action directly, we can move our hands and feet, and there will naturally be endless variables."

"Yes, we have been doing this for thousands of years."

"Okay, the number of energy in the world has been calculated one by one. The specific details are only to be implemented."

"This year, the national destiny will be determined for a hundred years, and there will be no mistakes. Please do not hide your own personal gains, and please do your best."

"please!"

"please!"

As the words were heard, the many figures sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly blurred and eventually disappeared, as if they had escaped into space out of thin air and had no trace to be found.

...

The summer is hot and the capital is bustling. The streets are bustling, and the teahouses and hotels on both sides are even more crowded.

In contrast, a "White Horse Temple" in the north of the city seems to be quieter.

The sound of reading is heard in the southwest corner of the temple.

Not long after, a man with a vulgar appearance came in and whispered: "Liu Xiucai, Liu Xiucai..."

Soon, the sound of reading stopped, and then a middle-aged scholar with simple clothes came out.

The man casually bowed his hand, put down the scoop on his shoulders, and smiled and said, "Liu Xiucai, the waste paper here is more than five kilograms, and I only picked it up after running several streets. Give it money."

Liu Xiucai opened the mashed bag, checked the paper inside, and said, "The quality of the paper this time is very poor."

The man hurriedly said, "What's wrong? There is a large stack of rice paper inside."

Liu Xiucai didn't want to argue with him anymore and said, "Let's do it, thirty-five."

"Thirty quotas, that's too little."

"Wu Laosan, you are waste paper."

"All right."

The man agreed with some grievance, took the money, and muttered in a low voice: "Stingy guy, I deserve to take the provincial examination five times, and I can't win once."

Liu Xiucai entered the house with a bun, poured out all the paper inside, and started to choose quickly. After half a cup of tea, he picked out a large stack.

His family is poor and cannot afford a good four treasures of the study in his spare time. Because of chance, he came up with a good way to buy waste paper discarded by others to practice writing.

In Tianhua Dynasty, paper is valuable, and many poor scholars cannot afford to buy pens and ink. They can only use branches not necessarily as the sand as paper, and practice it like this.

"Oh, these are all the best rice paper, but unfortunately they are all crumpled into balls."

Liu Xiucai took out the balls of paper, feeling very distressed, and quickly opened them one by one, spread them on the desk, and carefully smoothed them with a slap.

The words are written on the front of the paper, and the contents are varied, including poems, lyrics, and long sentences. It is not surprising that the specific words are mostly excerpted from famous quotes of the prosperous Tang Dynasty and famous quotes of sages.

Just that word...

Liu Xiucai looked at it a few times, and his eyes were suddenly attracted. He looked at one after another, and finally became completely immersed in it.

“Uh, no more…”

A total of fifteen pictures.

He couldn't help but turn it over again, and looked at it carefully, and the more he looked, the more he felt more and more interesting he couldn't help but shoot it: "Good words!"

...

The weather is clear today, and Ye Junsheng took time to accompany Ye Junmei to go shopping.

Although they have lived in the capital for a while, they have not seen it all over the place.

Ye Junmei was a little worried: "Brother, the provincial examination is about to start, is it okay?"

Ye Junsheng smiled and said, "It is precisely because of this that we need to go out and relax and relieve stress."

Ye Junmei was a little confused. According to her impression, the closer the provincial examination was to the provincial examination, the more nervous the scholars were. They wanted to use it for two days, and they were desperately burying their heads in the pile of books, for fear of forgetting.

Well, my brother is not an ordinary person and cannot be judged according to common sense.

Then go out for a walk.

The two went out happily and headed straight to the most prosperous Zhuque Street.

Walking along, watching along, eating along - the main force of eating is of course Ye Junmei. Don’t look at the girl’s pretty and exquisiteness, it’s so cool when you eat snacks, and you have a very good appetite.

I was a little tired from leaving, so I found a large teahouse, looked for a handsome seat, ordered a pot of good tea, and poured it leisurely.

The teahouse is very lively, with noisy and noisy sounds. There are many houses above, including erhu and small drums, but it is a storytelling posture.

The storyteller is over 60 years old and holds two wooden boards in his hand. With a snap, he starts to tell the storyteller with a very good combination:

A monkey breaking through the stone?

Seventy-two changes in flying clouds and fog?

Making a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace?

Ye Junsheng listened and felt overwhelmingly visible, and he couldn't help but look at Ye Junmei.

Ye Junmei smiled and whispered: "Brother, I have sorted out all the stories you told me before. After coming to the capital, I was bored when you were not here for a while, so I found a bookstore to publish it and print it into a book at your own expense... I only published this one at the moment, but I didn't expect it to be told by the storyteller."

At your own expense?

Ye Junsheng has a black line on his forehead: As one of the means for time travelers to get rich, it has fallen into our hands and is not insulted.

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