"It's been a hundred years since Wang Changxu died?" Zhuge Yuan couldn't help but open his mouth after hearing the news.
He really didn't expect this situation to happen. Obviously Wang Changxu was an old friend of the Master, but the Master did not consider that his old friend was a human being and his lifespan was not as long as a year.
It's impossible to go back. You've blown yourself away. If you go back, where will you put your face?
But everyone is dead, what should we do now?
"Um...this senior." Zhuge Yuan raised his hands towards the old man with tied hair in black and white robes, and immediately thought of a countermeasure.
"Senior, what Zhuge Yuan said is absolutely true. My master is indeed an old friend of that senior. If you don't believe it, do you dare to ask if senior Wang Changxu has any descendants? You can ask a question."
"My wife... My wife has a strange appearance. As long as senior Wang Changxu has mentioned it, his descendants will definitely remember him."
After hearing Zhuge Yuan's words, the old man stood there and did not answer immediately, but continued to look at the young man in front of him suspiciously.
It wasn't until the sky gradually darkened that the other party finally let go again. "I'm sorry you don't dare to cause any trouble in Minglun Hall. Just follow me."
Hearing this, Zhuge Yuan was overjoyed and said, no matter what, let's go in first.
He originally thought that the door behind him would open, but he didn't expect that the old man would actually walk towards the small door next to him. "What is your identity? You also go through the main entrance of Pinglun Hall? This way."
"There are so many rules in Ming Lun Hall," Zhuge Yuan thought to himself, following the old man towards the side door.
After entering the gate, the sky outside had gradually darkened, and the buildings at the gate had become so dim that Zhuge Yuan could not see clearly, but he felt that the layers of buildings in the distance were endless.
Following the old man, Zhuge Yuan walked into a green tile rain corridor and walked towards the depths of the building.
As we walked, the surroundings became brighter. The light source came from the square white lanterns hanging on both sides of the rain corridor. Poems and songs were written in various fonts on each lantern.
Zhuge Yuan had learned some poems from Master, but he had never seen some of them, and he couldn't help but be fascinated by them all the time.
When he came to his senses again, he found that he had followed the old man to an exquisite two-story courtyard.
"Follow, don't look at what you shouldn't look at, and don't say anything you shouldn't say." The old man said coldly, stepped over the door frame and walked in.
After walking through the small garden, Zhuge Yuan saw a handsome young man writing something in the lobby with a pen, ink grinder and hand fan.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. His face had soft lines and fair skin. If the other person hadn't been dressed like a scholar in a blue shirt, Zhuge Yuan would have thought the other person was a woman.
"Wait, three hands?" Zhuge Yuan couldn't help but get excited.
Before he could come forward to chat enthusiastically, the old man spoke again.
"Yuting, get up and Fu Luan and explore this kid's background."
After the old man finished speaking to the young man, he turned around and looked at Zhuge Yuan, "If he lied, then don't even think about leaving after he comes in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the white lanterns outside the house were extinguished one by one from far to near, and the environment outside the house instantly became pitch black.
Seeing this scene, Zhuge Yuan was a little nervous, so he couldn't help but quietly reach into the bamboo basket behind him and hold a sharp weapon for self-defense.
"Master, you can't trick me, can you? I'm just here to study. Why is the battle so big?"
But the old man didn't bother to pay attention to what Zhuge Yuan said at this moment. As he slapped the table with one hand, a Y-shaped peach tree branch with two ends bifurcated in the sea of pens beside the table was directly shaken.
Before the branch fell, he followed the young man named Yuting, each grabbed one end and hung the branch directly in the air on the desk.
The hanging branch suddenly slid, and the ink written on the calligraphy and painting quickly leaked from the paper and seeped into the lower end of the branch.
As the ink was absorbed, new buds began to grow on the peach tree branches. As the new buds grew, the ink absorbed in the branches began to change from black to pale green.
The light in the room became flickering, as if the light source wanted to split from one into several. And as another hand stretched out from the old man's armpit, the room became terrifying.
"Get up!" The two of them changed hands at the same time, grabbing the peach tree branch with their extra hands and shaking it.
But soon the peach wood seemed to be out of their control, shaking and falling on the blank rice paper to write.
"The chickens and dogs here are also gods. I believe that there is a paradise in the peach land. I feel that the spring breeze is alluring, and the green poplars are like picturesque willows like smoke."
The pen stopped and went out. The moment he finished writing, everything around him became quiet. Only Zhuge Yuan's somewhat panicked breath floated in the room.
He lifted up his sleeve and wiped his forehead, only to realize that his forehead had been covered with cold sweat for some time.
"Two seniors, I really am not lying. My master and Wang Changxu are really old friends. Even if they are not, then at most they are just looking for the wrong door." Zhuge Yuan tried his best to defend.
"Humph" the old man wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by others.
"Oh, oh, ok, ok, since Senior Wang Changxu's Nixian Shunren said that this person is fine, then he is 80% fine. Master, come and watch the words." The young man named Yuting spoke for the first time.
His voice is not what he looks like, but it is exceptionally cheerful.
The old man and the young man muttered around the green character, but left Zhuge Yuan aside.
"Did I really find the right place? Is this what Master said? Why doesn't it feel right?" Zhuge Yuan looked at the lights outside the house that turned on again at some unknown time, and thought to himself.
"That's right, right? They all have three hands." When Zhuge Yuan looked again, he found that the other person's extra hands were missing.
Zhuge Yuan, who was grumbling in his heart, wandered around the house and looked at the strange stones on the bamboo cabinet and the paintings on the wall. This was somewhat different from the lofty ideals he had in mind when he left the village.
"Yuting, please restrain this kid tonight, and I'll ask the master to take a look." As the old man waved his sleeves on the green characters, the four lines of green characters floated out from the word "Xuan" and landed on his sleeves.
at.
The old man seemed too lazy to pay attention to Zhuge Yuan and walked coldly outside the house.
Zhuge Yuan wanted to speak but then stopped, turned around and reluctantly arched his hands towards the young man named Yu Ting, "Why don't you open the door and let me out? I'll look for it again."
"Hey, it doesn't matter. That's it, Master Sigong." Compared with the old man's attitude, the young man named Yuting seemed a lot more easy-going. "You can stay with me tonight, and we'll talk about it tomorrow, by the way."
,Boy, what’s your name?”
"My name is Zhuge Yuan. I started from the day the master picked me up."
"Nice to meet you, little brother Zhuge, young student Li Jinshu, named Yuting, don't worry, senior Wang Changxu is a great scholar, and he still has to give you face. You can be admitted tomorrow, and you will also be a disciple of Minglun Hall from now on."
As Zhuge Yuan chatted casually with the young man named Li Jinshu, the uneasiness in his heart slowly subsided.
It seemed that I had indeed found the right place, it was just that the old man was particularly harsh just now.
After chatting for a while, Zhuge Yuan was tired after walking for a day. After asking Li Jinshu where he lived, he was ready to have a good rest.
When Zhuge Yuan was about to leave, Li Jinshu began to write and continued writing.
Zhuge Yuan walked to the door and glanced curiously from a distance, "The white butterfly fluttered its wings and trembled at the calyx, and the dragonfly dipped into the water and sniffed the flower house."