The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, and this winter's white disaster will not disappear because of Zhang Peng's will.
Although the official road was wide, there was heavy snowfall, making it difficult for carriages and horses to move. The team's march was slow. For three consecutive days, Zhang Peng only traveled sixty miles.
"The good news is that there is only one day left to go to Luming Town. The bad news is that Duan He's team will not be able to catch up with us on the road," Xu Wanyi rode her Chasing Feng Bai Yuju, white hot air coming from the BMW's nose.
It is constantly spitting out, and it can be seen that even the BMW is very strenuous to walk on the snowy road.
"There will be no accidents on the way. They have no intention of making a fuss on our way here, so it doesn't matter whether Duan He catches up with us or not, as long as he can get to Luming Town," Zhang Peng endured the burning sensation in his crotch.
The pain and driving on horseback for days almost made the skin on his inner thighs red and swollen. If it hadn't been for a layer of bandages, it might have ulcerated.
"You've been thinking frowningly these past two days. Have you figured out anything first?" Xu Wanyi felt a sense of irritation for no reason.
"I haven't figured it out yet. This time our trip felt like we were being led by someone's nose. I felt like I was about to figure it out." At this time, Zhang Peng finally felt that he was really not a genius anymore. He really hoped that He
Bo's private seal can provide him with early warning again, but in the past two days, He Bo's private seal has been like a dead stone, without any response.
"It's getting late. Let's camp out all night again. We'll be on our way tomorrow morning. We'll arrive at Luming Town after noon." Xu Wanyi saw Zhang Peng's serious expression and stopped asking any more questions. She rode forward and directed the team to set up tents.
Zhang Peng and Xu Wanyi were worried, but the remote Luming Town was rarely lively.
The sign for Luming Academy had already been hung up. A thin-looking scholar looked up with the support of two young men, with confusion in his eyes.
Luming Academy? What is this place? Luming? Luming Town? Yes, I live in seclusion in Luming Town, but what exactly does Luming Academy exist?
In front of him, a young man in rich clothes wearing a wolf fur shawl stopped cleaning the snow, turned around and looked at the thin scholar, smiled and saluted with his hands, and the etiquette was meticulous: "Liu Yuan met Mr. Xiangyin, at the request of Mr.
, junior has already built Luming Academy."
Mr. Xiangyin looked at the energetic young man in front of him and felt that he was both familiar and unfamiliar. Similarly, he could not remember when he asked to build a Luming Academy.
Pain, endless pain came from his head, Liu Yuan? Who is it? When did I entrust him to build a college? Thinking of this, Mr. Xiangyin felt as if his head was being pricked with needles.
Liu Yuan put down his hands and curled his lips. He had absolute confidence in the powerful secret medicine in the Holy See.
"It's great to be able to return to Liu Yuan," looking at Mr. Xiangyin's painful look, he regained his sense of superiority as the holy son of the Holy See. What about the master of learning? Isn't he being arbitrarily kneaded in front of our Holy See?
Just thinking about it, another mean face appeared in his mind, and Liu Yuan gritted his teeth: "Zhang Peng, you can't be just an ordinary disciple of Tianxiahui, you must also be a saint, otherwise you wouldn't
Maybe you know so much forbidden knowledge! Last time we fought, I was just Liu Dayuan, but this time I am the real me. A huge net has been laid to cover the sky, let’s see how you can break free!”
Liu Yuan looked up at the flying snow in the sky and handed the broom in his hand to the servant.
"Liu Yuan! Liu Yuan! I remembered!" Mr. Xiangyin's expression suddenly became clear. He withstood the invasion of pain and used his strong willpower to temporarily break through the control of the secret medicine.
Liu Yuan looked at Mr. Xiangyin with some surprise and frowned. There were not many people who could rely on their own willpower to break through the effects of the medicine, but during this period there were two in a row, one was Yuan Gongyuan, and the other was Mr. Xiangyin in front of him.
"You thief and scoundrel, what kind of poison did you use on me? Yes, forget-worn grass, forget-worn grass!" Mr. Xiangyin thought of his recent experiences and became furious.
About a month ago, this young man named Liu Yuan suddenly visited Luming Town and found Mr. Xiangyin. He claimed to be from the Liu clan in Fuzhou and traveled thousands of miles to ask Mr. Xiangyin for advice.
Although Liu Yuan was young, he had an extraordinary bearing and aura of his own, and his profound knowledge shocked Mr. Xiangyin. He once wondered if he had been living in seclusion for a long time, and the world had entered an era of cultural prosperity.
After a conversation between the two, they immediately introduced Mr. Xiangyin as a confidant, and they became close friends.
Mr. Xiangyin soon formed absolute trust in Liu Yuan and talked to him about everything. Liu Yuan also reciprocated the favor and told him many undisclosed knowledge.
However, Liu Yuan, who had ulterior motives, soon attacked the sincere Mr. Xiangyin.
On the pretext of treating Mr. Xiangyin's rheumatism, he presented Mr. Xiangyin with a magical medicine called Forget-you-Cao!
You only need a small amount of this forgetwort, burn it with a candle, and inhale the smoke. After a short time, you will feel a dream-like comfort, and the physical pain will disappear in an instant.
Mr. Xiangyin did not doubt that he was there, and really thought that Liu Yuan was looking for him a good medicine to relieve pain. Next, he would not refuse the secret medicine provided by Liu Yuan. During that time, he felt that he was intoxicated every day.
My God, my life was wonderful.
But by chance one day, Liu Yuan disappeared, and so did the Forgetwort and other secret medicines. Mr. Xiangyin panicked and searched everywhere, but to no avail.
What followed was a hell-like experience. His body and mind were no longer under his control. The painful experience came tenfold and a hundred times. Mr. Xiangyin was almost transformed into a human form by the desire for the forget-me-not.
Just when he was despairing, Liu Yuan appeared again, bringing his forget-me-not, and said to Mr. Xiangyin with a smile: "Mr. Xiangyin, I would like to ask for some calligraphy treasures from you. Do you agree?"
Mr. Xiangyin agreed, and he became Liu Yuan's puppet, kneeling under the recording machine. Letters were scattered from Luming College to various places in Beiting.
As for what he wrote, Mr. Xiangyin no longer remembers it.
"Mr. Xiangyin is ill. Take him down and give him a good medical treatment. We must not let him die before our distinguished guest comes back." Liu Yuan sighed, not paying attention to Mr. Xiangyin's feeble scolding.
He turned around again and looked at his Luming Academy, feeling satisfied with his work. This courtyard was originally the residence of a landlord, but he refused his proposal to buy the courtyard, so now he and his whole family no longer have anything.
No chance to refuse again.
"Why are people in this world so ignorant? Are yellow and white things more important than life?" Liu Yuan sighed, his face full of compassion.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier. There must have been chaos in Beiting City... Liu Yuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and walked into Luming Academy. The servant closed the academy door thoughtfully.