One hundred and ninety-fifth chapter five years before and after
Xiang Que stood outside Zunjing Academy for a long time like an old monk in meditation.
The courtyard looks very ordinary. Although it seems a bit old, in fact it can only be regarded as an ancient building, nothing surprising.
Most people in the world may not see anything surprising about this courtyard, but Xiang Queneng.
In addition to Xiang Que, the old Taoist from Gujingguan can also do it, the uncle can do it, and the senior brother can also see it.
The reason why people who watch Gujing Temple can see the strangeness of his academy is because they both have something in common.
Gujing Temple is built in a large Feng Shui formation. It serves as the eye of the formation, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth in Nanshan Mountain. It has been enshrined by Gujing Village for hundreds of years and protects the villagers for hundreds of years.
The same is true for the Sutra-Respecting Academy of Sichuan University. It is also in the center of the magic circle, but what is slightly more awesome than Gujing Temple is that the academy contains the aura of heaven and earth of the entire Sichuan University and protects it.
Students from Wanchuan University can be protected from intrusion for a few years, so they can meditate, study, and progress until they graduate from Sichuan University.
Gujingguan and Zunjing Academy are very similar in approach and method. Nine out of ten coincidences in the world are related by cause and effect.
"Squeak"
The door to the academy was not locked, so Xiang Que pushed the door open and stepped into the courtyard.
In the academy, an old man wearing coarse cloth holds a kettle in his left hand and a pair of scissors in his right hand. He is trimming flowers and plants in the corner of the courtyard wall. His hair is gray and sparse, and his steps are slightly staggering.
Xiang Que's arrival did not seem to attract the old man's attention. He was still concentrating on pruning the flowers and plants by the wall. Xiang Que seemed to have no intention of disturbing the old man, and strolled casually in the yard alone with his hands behind his back.
Since it is an academy, it must have a study hall. Go up the steps and enter the main hall of the study hall. There are several black and white portraits hanging on the walls, and the names of several people are written below.
Li Tiaoyuan, Zhang Zhidong, Wang Kaiyun, Song Shiben, these people are all respected deans of the academy. Each of them is a contemporary great scholar, with a long-lasting reputation and teaching thousands of students.
Xiang Que bowed respectfully to the portrait on the wall, out of respect for the educating scholars.
After saluting, straighten your waist and raise your head.
Xiang Que suddenly realized that the old man was standing quietly outside the school door, looking at him with an indifferent expression.
"Hello, sir," he nodded politely to Que. After all, he walked into the academy without anyone's consent, which was obviously a bit abrupt.
The old man put down the kettle and scissors in his hands, sat on a chair, then took a tea set and cup from the side, poured two cups of tea and handed one to Xiang Que, and then drank a cup without saying anything.
Xiang Que took a sip. The tea was very cold, but it brought a sense of warmth into his stomach. The fragrance left on his lips and teeth was refreshing.
Xiang Que didn't drink this tea at all, but it seemed to be just as good as the Da Hong Pao he had tasted before. If this cup of tea were placed in an outside tea shop, it would probably cost four figures.
This old man is quite extravagant. He can pour a cup of tea to a stranger casually and openly. How grand!
"Is he okay? Is he still so out of character despite his age?" The old man suddenly spoke, but he made up a sentence that made Xiang Que quite confused.
"Ah?" Xiang Que looked at the old man in confusion. He didn't react for a long time. After being stunned for a long time, he asked: "Sir, are you talking to me?"
"Nonsense, is there anyone else in this room besides you?" The old man rolled his eyes at him.
Xiang Que scratched his head in embarrassment and continued to ask confusedly: "Then I don't understand a little bit?"
"No one has drunk the cup of tea I poured you in the past five years. Do you know why?"
Xiang Que was not fooled anymore, and went straight into a dizzy state, because the old man's words were not only confusing, but also jumpy. If the IQ of the conversation with him was Cao Qingdao, he might have been nagged to death.
"No one has visited you in the past five years," Xiang Que said cautiously.
"There is no one who can afford me to pour him this cup of tea. Five years ago, there was only one person." The old man raised his head and looked at Xiang Que, and said lightly: "He is also a Gujing Temple, it should be you.
Your senior brother, right?"
Xiang Queteng suddenly jumped up from his chair, his eyes narrowed sharply, and he asked in a trembling voice: "What did you... say?"
"Qi Changqing, the senior brother of Gujingguan generation"
Xiang Que's breathing suddenly became rapid. After leaving Zhongnan Mountain, whether he was in the old tomb of Xishan Mountain or in the underworld, he had never been so calm before even when he was poisoned by the golden silkworm Gu.
But many years later, when he heard his senior brother's name again, he became uneasy.
He entered the mountain when he was ten years old. He was taught by his senior brother who was both a teacher and a friend. He disappeared after a few years. Even his old Taoist uncle never talked to him about his whereabouts. After he came down from the mountain, he also inquired many times, but he still couldn't find it.
No one has ever spoken out about the three words Qi Changqing.
However, he unexpectedly came to Sichuan University unintentionally and seemingly casually. After entering the academy, he actually heard the name of Senior Brother from an old man's mouth. Xiang Que felt like he was struck by thunder.
Gradually calming down his noisy little heart, Xiang Que asked tentatively: "You mean, my senior brother Qi Changqing came here five years ago?"
"Well, I stayed here for a few days and then left. This guy tricked me into tricking me into two pots of tea. It really hurts my heart." The old man sighed quietly, with a look of displeasure on his face.
Xiang Que blinked his confused little eyes, his head was quite confused. He felt that he had to stroke it, otherwise his head might enter the picture.
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First, he had to understand how the old man knew that he was from Gujing Temple and how he recognized himself.
"How do you know..."
As soon as Xiang Que opened his mouth, the old man took out a crumpled piece of paper from the drawer under the table and slapped it on the table.
There is a portrait drawn on the wrinkled paper, which was drawn by Xiang Que five years ago. Although it has been five years, the change has not been much. You can tell that it is him who is drawn on the paper without looking carefully.
"Before Qi Changqing left, he drew this portrait for me and told me that in five years there will be people coming to Gujing Temple." The old man sighed and said, "I didn't really believe it at first, but you Gujing Temple
I have no choice but to believe in the method of divination, it is so miraculous."
Xiang Que said with relief: "My master once said that if the senior brother talks about magic, my uncle is the only one in the world who can control him, but in twenty years my senior brother will definitely catch up with him."
"Is your master not dead yet?" the old man asked, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, just eat and wait to die."
"Good people don't live long, but bad people cause harm for thousands of years," the old man said with emotion.
Xiang Que asked: "Do you know my master and senior brother?"
This old man must have a close connection with Gujing Temple, and the connection is quite deep. As far as Xiang Que knows, whether he is a master, an uncle, or a senior brother, he basically never leaves his name in the world, and the word "Gujing Temple" is even less known to the world.
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Only people like Chen Sanjin, whose ancestors had entanglements with Gujing Temple, would know.