The carriage drove slowly on the road paved with blue bricks, and in the distance appeared a simple and elegant stone house with flying eaves.
There are dense bamboo forests on both sides of the stone road, and several slaves are sweeping the surrounding paths.
Quiet and quiet.
As soon as everyone steps here, they will feel the peace coming from deep inside their hearts, as if all their worries have disappeared at this moment.
"General Lu, we can only send you here." Several civil servants sent Lu Yu here, bowed and waited quietly outside.
"Thank you."
Lu Yu stepped up the stone steps and looked at the scene around him from time to time.
If these civil servants had not mentioned it, outsiders would never have thought that this farm-like place was the residence of the then imperial master, Literary Saint Yihan.
The servants sweeping around turned a blind eye to Lu Yu, as if Lu Yu didn't exist.
Lu Yu suddenly noticed that there were some vegetables planted next to the stone house.
A handsome-looking man, wearing a coarse linen coat, rolled up his sleeves and carried a hoe, clearing weeds in the field.
Seeing Lu Yu coming over, the man put down his hoe and said with a smile: "Junior brother, you finally came to the Imperial Capital."
The person in front of him was clearly Fu Zhixue, who had given Lu Yu the Literary Saint Token in the lower realm.
As the sixth minister of the current dynasty and a bachelor of the palace, Fu Zhixue's coarse clothes were covered with mud spots, but he didn't seem to mind at all and smiled and patted the dust on his hands.
"I've met senior brother." Lu Yu saluted.
No matter what, these were the people who had saved him before. Lu Yu had clear grudges, so he would naturally remember others who had helped him.
Fu Zhixue smiled lightly and said: "There is no need to be polite between us brothers. Master has been waiting for you inside for a long time."
Next to the stone house was a courtyard surrounded by two side rooms, in which a stone mill was placed, and a yellow-haired dog was lying on the ground with its ears drooped. When Lu Yu came in, he ignored him and continued to sleep.
"Huh? This dog."
Lu Yu suddenly raised his eyebrows.
There didn't seem to be anything special about this yellow dog, but Lu Yu clearly sensed that there was a powerful soul hidden in this dog's body!
This power is even comparable to that of a powerful person at the realm lord level.
"To be raised by a literary saint, this dog is not an ordinary thing."
At this moment, the door of the stone house suddenly opened without any wind.
"Come in." A clear voice came from inside.
Lu Yu stepped in and saw that the furnishings inside were very simple, with only a few simple pieces of simple furniture in it.
An old man in Confucian robes stood beside the desk and spread out a piece of paper in front of the desk, with only one word written on it, "Tao".
The moment he saw this word, Lu Yu felt his brain roaring, as if everything about him was controlled by others.
But just for a moment, Lu Yu's mind returned immediately, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
This was his first meeting with Literary Sage. Even in his previous life, Lu Yu had never met this Literary Sage.
Yihan is too low-key. Although he has numerous disciples, no one has ever seen him take action. Only his articles are spread in the world.
Regardless of whether it is a country of cultivation or the mortal world, a statue of Wen Sage will be erected in all places where literature and art are practiced, and they will be revered and worshiped day and night. Over time, the status of Wen Sage has exceeded everyone's imagination.
Lu Yu still remembered that in his last life, he entered the imperial capital to find Emperor Taigan for a duel. Many princes were present at that time, but Wen Sheng was not there.