Chapter 385 The Third Master is actually such a person
Jingzhou held the Yellow Stone Heavenly Book in both hands and sent it forward, "Haha, Nangong, I have finished reading the book. You see, Ao Qingsu kept his word. He said he would take a look, but he really only took two glances."
"It's just that there's nothing strange about this heavenly book. Did you get it wrong?"
Chu Nangong took the Huangshi Heavenly Book and put it into his arms so fast that only an afterimage was left behind. He laughed and cursed: "Fart, I am not old yet, how could I take it by mistake!"
This is the legendary holy object. If you can't see it, it only means that you are not the one destined for it."
Jing Zhou shook his head and said with a slight disappointment: "Oh, Nangong's words hurt people's hearts. Now that the destined person is here, I won't disturb Nangong from teaching the Tao to that destined person."
Jing Zhou said goodbye and entered the Zilan Pavilion. On the west end of the street, Han Xin walked over carrying a shoe.
"This kid~" Chu Nan Gong shook his head, sat on the ground, and murmured: "He only glanced at it twice. Even if he has a photographic memory, he is determined to find it difficult to read the book. Could it be that the change in the heaven's secret is not due to
What a weird thing! I don’t know what will happen to this world in the end.”
Duke Nan of Chu thought for a while, and Han Xin had already arrived in front of him.
"Uncle, your shoes."
"Thank you, young man, there are always good people in this world~"
After saying this, Duke Nan of Chu took out another ancient book from under his loose robe.
A private room on the top floor of Zilanxuan
Jingzhou took out the remains of the jade from his chest and looked at it carefully several times. The jade had not changed at all, which made him feel like he was dazzled.
"It stands to reason that this jade pendant should change after absorbing that clear light."
Jingzhou thought about it and couldn't figure it out. In the past, this broken jade was just like the old man, no matter how it was flooded or burned, even if it was exposed to the sun and moonlight, it never changed in the slightest.
"What is that ray of clear light in the Yellowstone Book of Heaven?"
"Could it be that the Yellow Stone Heavenly Book is a thing from the immortal world, so that's why the residual jade reacted?"
"That wisp of fresh air, could it be immortal energy?"
Jingzhou muttered a few words to himself, then raised the broken jade and looked at it carefully against the candlelight.
There is only one yellow stone heavenly book in this world that comes from the immortal world, and there are no other immortal objects. He was asked to test it.
"Mean~"
"It turned out to be like this!"
Jing Zhou focused his mind on the broken jade, and saw that there was an extra space of one or three feet square in the jade.
This change was unexpected by Jingzhou.
"Hahaha"
"What a chance, what a treasure."
Jingzhou laughed a few words, reached out and grabbed a teacup from the side. Moved by his thoughts, the teacup disappeared and fell into the space of residual jade. With another thought, the teacup fell back into Jingzhou's hands.
"This is a divine thing~"
Jing Zhou tried it several times and was very satisfied.
After discovering the wonderful use of this space, Jingzhou had a lot of fun. Unknowingly, the sun had set in the west, and the Wushuang ghost guarding the door of Zilanxuan disappeared at this time, and he didn't know where he went.
As the lanterns light up, the whole street is dyed red. If someone is careful to count them, there are no less than a hundred red lanterns on one street.
Even the river beside the street was glowing red at this time.
The originally empty streets gradually became noisy, shouts were heard, and in front of the door of Zilanxuan, there were two girls with graceful figures in gauze.
"What music did Prince Wang come to listen to today?"
"It turns out to be Mr. Zhang. He hasn't been here for a long time~~~"
“Sir, please come inside~~”
The red-pink and vermillion-colored building, in the dim spring mood, is like a night of flowers and candles in a bridal chamber, making people linger and forget to leave.
"Zimu, if we secretly leave the Little Saint's Villa, if Master discovers us, we will be severely punished."
"What are you afraid of? Look at your courage. Who said you wanted to come down and take a look at Zilanxuan?"
"I...I'm just talking. How can I imagine that you will actually come down?"
"Huh, if you're afraid, just go back alone and don't hinder our fun!"
"That's right, if you're scared, just go back by yourself, don't ruin everyone's enjoyment!"
In the crowd, I saw only a few young men looking here and there. Except for one of them who was a little restrained, the others all looked happy.
The leader was a little fat man, wearing a green shirt and looking haughty.
These people are the Confucian disciples of Xiaoshengxian Village outside Songhai City. A few days ago, they heard from their older senior brother about the indescribable beauty of Zilanxuan, so they thought of coming here to have a look.
Zimu shook his chubby head and was just about to say a few words when he suddenly felt someone push him from behind. He tilted his right foot and rolled forward.
"Ouch"
"Ouch, who is this blind person who bumped into me? Oops, don't...don't step on my hand, my waist..."
"Zimu, are you okay?"
Several Confucian disciples behind heard Zimu's screams and hurriedly ran forward and helped him up from the ground.
Zimu pushed away the Confucian disciples on the left and right, and twisted his neck, "What can happen to me? Humph, these ignorant people, what if I find out who hit me?"
Just listening to "Kacha Kacha" made Zimu's fists clenched loudly.
Zimu turned his head and saw several people staring at him, wondering: "Hey! What are you looking at?"
"Puch"
One of them laughed, and then said hurriedly: "Zimu, what you just said was so powerful, just like Master."
Several other people nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, what Zi You said is, Zi Mu, you really looked like a man just now!"
"Third Master also said in class that when you call me a gentleman, what does it mean to be a gentleman? Anyway, I admire your talent, just like what Third Master calls a gentleman."
Zimu straightened his huge body and snorted coldly: "Don't I usually act like a man? I don't act like a gentleman?"
Several other Confucian disciples hurriedly echoed: "Like, like, like!"
"Humph", Zimu flicked his sleeves and walked forward again.
He Zimu had been to Songhai City several times before, but in the past six months, there was an additional third master in the Little Saint Xian Village, and the lessons of the Confucian disciples were a bit heavier, so he had no chance to sneak down the mountain.
I suddenly heard from several senior brothers that there is an extra Zilanxuan here. How can I not be upset?
"It's just that there are a lot more people in Songhai City than before."
While the few people were talking, they had already arrived in front of the Zilanxuan door. Zimu took the lead and walked inside.
Suddenly, the two girls in front of the door giggled, leaving Zimu confused. He looked at the two of them doubtfully, only to hear the girl in green on the left laugh and say: "Giggle, the young hero is outstanding, so heroic, completely different from ordinary people~"
Another girl followed behind and said with a smile: "Young hero is a disciple of Confucianism, he has a gentleman's air, which makes people's hearts flutter."
Zimu laughed a few times and secretly thought that these two people had good eyesight and could spot the extraordinary qualities of Zimu at a glance.
Zimu glanced at the two girls in front of the door, shook his head and walked in, saying, "Women in this world will inevitably feel distraught when they see a heroic person."
The two girls looked at each other, smiling so hard that they couldn't even close their mouths. It turned out that Zimu had a shoehorn mark from his forehead to the left side of his face, which did not make him stand out.
The few Confucian disciples were not as free and easy as Zimu. After receiving a few compliments from the two girls in front of the door, they became coy and shy, just like the young wives on their wedding night, with their faces flushed to the base of their ears. Finally,
Still, the people at the back couldn't stand it anymore, so they kicked him forward, and then several Confucian disciples entered the gate of Zilanxuan.
As soon as we entered the building, we saw that it was completely different from the outside. However, it was different from what a few Confucian disciples thought. Not only was there no half-dressed handsome man in sight, but there were also two horizontal couplets hanging on it. Coincidentally, this
Half of the text in the letter comes from the founder of Confucianism, and several people have recited it frequently in the past. It is exactly this: A gentleman has food and sex, and a lady is graceful and courteous.
From the second floor, a sound of silk and bamboo came, and accompanied by this wonderful sound, there was a piece of music with a different style.
This piece of music is extremely novel, and it fell into the second place among several people. It has a strange feeling, but also has an indescribable pleasantness.
Wei Zimu never liked these things. Listening to the dizzy stuff, his eyes wandered around. Suddenly, his body trembled, just like the long nights in the past, when he couldn't fall asleep, his hands moved hurriedly, just for that moment of soreness.
So cool.
But it was on the third floor that Zimu saw a familiar figure.
"Third...Third Master, he, why is he here?"
"This, this... he, Third Master, is actually such a person!"
Zimu pointed with his right hand at the house that Zhang Liang entered, his mouth wide open, as if he had discovered a shocking secret.
But he saw that there was a purple-haired girl who went in with the third master. The girl was dressed in an indescribable way, and she was definitely not a girl from a good family.
Private room on the third floor of Zilanxuan
Zhang Liang stared at the pot of vanilla by the window. His whole body was like a statue, but he exuded a deep sense of vicissitudes and sadness.
The plants, trees, tables and chairs in this elegant room are all the same as they were in Korea in the past, and have not changed at all. Things have changed and people have changed. Although the scenery has not changed, there are fewer people.
After a long while, Zhang Liang sighed and said, "I made Miss Zi Nu laugh."
Zi Nu shook her head.
A faint smile passed over Zhang Liang's colorless lips, "Who would have thought that as soon as Brother Han went to Qin, it would be forever. If Brother Han had stayed in Xinzheng, he would probably be in Zilanxuan at this time.
China and South Korea will not perish just like this."
Having said this, Zhang Liang closed his eyes, as if he wanted to forget this sad thing, but the corners of his eyes were already slightly red.
With Ni Lin nearby, and Ying Zheng admiring Han Fei extremely, although Zhang Liang guessed that Han Fei's mission to the Qin State would be troubled, he never thought that Han Fei would die in prison.
Zi Nu sighed faintly: "It's not like you don't know his temper. Who can stop him from what he decides? There must be a reason why he wants to go to Qin. Korea is already in a state of turmoil, and it cannot be established without destruction. He has something.
It’s also a last resort. I know I can’t do it, but I still have to take a gamble.”
Zhang Liang was silent for a while, then he opened his eyes and said apologetically: "It's Liang's fault. He brought up these sad past events and disturbed the mood of Zi Nu. When friends meet, they should say happy things."