I have many teachers

Chapter 69
Wangxian County is divided into five prefectures, Beizhou Yulin, and there are mountains standing on one side of the state city. Whenever the autumn rains continue, the clouds and mists will lie across the mountains and last for a long time. The Taoist temples on the mountains often seem to stand in the clouds. Although the mountain is not high, due to the good fortune of heaven and earth, it is not affected by the disaster of autumn rain, but also can watch the weather of the sea of ​​clouds. Taoists traveled here 300 years ago, and passed down the branch of Taoism, which is called cloud view.

It is to forget the wonders of the immortals and watch the sea in the clouds.

Yulin, the city of Shanxia Prefecture, has been expanded several times. The original thick city walls have already been demolished, but no one is worried.

In the eyes of the people in the city, although there are no thick bluestone walls or towers with arrow towers, the young man in green clothes, a Confucian gentleman, is the first-class city wall in the world, and he can immediately defend against the enemy. Soldiers are like towers of arrows that no one can break.

I am a vast and vast Qin Dynasty, those who are vertical and horizontal speak loudly above the court, and the family of yin and yang disappears among the mountains and rivers.

What's more, there are swords in the door, Mo Xia civilians, miscellaneous families walking in the market, and the Legalists strictly order to arrest the world.

The bigger the city, the more self-confidence and boldness you can feel, the vastness of this prosperous world, the vastness of all nations coming to court.

This is the prosperity of the Qin emperors who flogged the world with their swords, the eighteenth cavalry dragon guards swept across the wilderness, the military generals were not afraid of death, and the civil servants dared to die to admonish them. Even if there is a small obstacle, it will subside every few days without disturbing people's livelihood.

One mile outside Yulin City, there are several miles of long pavilions running across, with weeping willows on both sides, called Liuting, for those friends who have to part ways to say goodbye.

At this time, it is almost the New Year's Eve, and parting people can be seen everywhere.Many of them are dressed up as scholars, and some of them will stay in Zhoucheng to visit their fellow teachers for the next year's spring exam, while some of them are already frustrated and ready to leave this sad place and return to their hometown.

Qin Fei sat under the willow pavilion, looking at the official road with a little ecstasy.

Today's Weiya Festival is held by the Wangxian County branch of Taoism, hosted by Yunzhong Temple, Daqin Yuefu, and various school palaces participated in the grand event. Even the soldiers' schools are performing martial arts today, cheering with war drums and weapons. There were a lot of carriages and horses coming and going, all dignitaries from all over the world came to participate in this festival, but the boy in blue was not seen alone.

Seeing a carriage passing by again, Qin Fei narrowed his gaze, casually fetched a glass of warm rice wine from the table, and drank it all in one gulp, while a woman with elegant eyebrows and standing quietly like a plum beside him fetched the jug on the stove , leaning slightly with one hand, and pressing the sleeve with the other.

The wine seemed to be poured into the cup, but there was no ripple at all, it was smooth and natural, and it just converged at the [-]% point, and the silver jug ​​was still put aside.

He sat back to his original position again, without saying a word, dressed in white, even the double-breasted cloak was covered in snow, holding a small copper stove for warming hands in his arms, hollowed out with cranes and dancing pine, emitting a curl of smoke, more and more It made the woman's demeanor cool, but her eyes looked at the indifferent, even indifferent young man unconsciously, with curiosity in her heart.

She is a student of the Yuefu, with different talents and colors. Although the sound of the piano is far inferior to that of Jiuxiao Huanpei and the legacy of the great sage, she has already penetrated the seclusion. She can live in birds and make people worry. the wind.

He was supposed to be the first sword dancer at today's ceremony, but was sent by the Palace Master to accompany this young man.

The palace lord treated her very well, so she naturally wouldn't have any objections. She thought she was some arty, rich kid who was obsessed with Shaoai's color, but this young man always insisted on etiquette towards her, but the kid next to her was quite fond of her. Enthusiasm, interest in names, and clear questions made people laugh.

The scholar next to him gradually returned to the city, and she didn't like the look she cast. She frowned slightly and said:
"Son..."

"Miss Qiu just call me Qin Fei."

The young man looked sideways, and his demeanor was cold, making it difficult for her to say what she wanted to say unconsciously. Qin Xiao raised his eyes and said ghostly:

"Sister Qiu can't stay with you anymore?"

"Brother Fei has this personality. He has become colder and colder in recent years. Ah Xiao has only seen one person who can make him lose his temper."

Qin Fei's expression was slightly stiff, and from a cross-eyed look, the boy shut up in time, picked up the Mohist organ in his arms, and carefully moved to the woman's side, with a smile on his brows and eyes, as if offering a treasure:

"Sister Qiu, why don't you come and play..."

"This is a Mohist organist, who can fight like a swordsman and evolve the Mohist swordsmanship."

"On the market, it can only evolve to the thirteenth way. I managed to find this one. It is very interesting to be able to use the perfect seventeenth way of swordsmanship."

The woman laughed, gently stroked the boy's hair, and said softly:

"Thank you Xiao...you can just play by yourself."

The boy smiled, and didn't look uncomfortable when he was rejected. He seemed to sit between her and Qin Fei unintentionally, separating the two, lowering his head and playing with the two wooden mechanisms. The two wooden swords were operated by the boy, Attacking each other, the operation is flexible, almost no different from ordinary swords, but it is eye-catching.

This Mohist sword technique is the same as the Confucian scrolls, and few people in the world don't know about it.

At that time, Taoist Yunzhong Guankong talked about the situation in the world. He once said: "Confucians and Mohist disciples belong to the crowd, and the disciples are rich."

If the world is crooked, Confucianism has one hand, and Mohism has one hand.

No matter what, I can stand it.

Can't pour.

The music before the beginning of the Wei Ya Festival has already been heard in the city, dancing to the sound of the scorpion, the sound of the beginning that is closest to the avenue, vast and vast.

Qin Fei frowned slightly, and took another drink, feeling worried. Suddenly, a flame-like afterimage appeared in the distance. The horse neighed loudly, like a dragon chant. He flashed past vehicles and pedestrians on the road, and then stopped in front of Liu Ting in a very human way. He shook his head in satisfaction, his blue mane danced like a flame, and his front hoof lightly stomped.

Qin Fei was slightly stunned, and then saw the young man with a jade hairpin on his horseback, with clean eyebrows but a pale complexion like snow, he hesitated a little and said:
"Brother Wang?"

"Qin, Brother Qin..."

Wang Anfeng raised his head when he heard the words, noticed the boy in white shirt, and forced a smile.

I don't know if Qing Cong Ma has been holding back in his small yard for too long. This time the speed is almost terrifying, and he is running fast. He is only gradually increasing his cultivation, so he can barely suppress the feeling of chest and abdomen churning. Spit it out.

Barely calming down the feeling in his lower abdomen, the boy turned over and said to Qin Fei who got up to greet him:

"I'm late today, I hope I'm sorry."

"It's okay..."

Qin Fei replied, first noticing that the young man was no longer sharp, his eyes piercing like sharp swords, he was slightly relieved, then looked at Wang Anfeng's pale complexion, hesitantly said:

"The Wei Ya Festival is quite relaxed. Now that it's here, why don't Brother Wang take a rest here?"

"It doesn't have to be..."

Wang Anfeng shook his head in response, his expression was calm, and he seemed to have returned to his original appearance, but just now he said a word, his chest and abdomen twitched, and his complexion turned pale again. Qin Fei laughed, stretched out his hand to pretense, and said:
"It's better to rest for a while before entering the city..."

"……Feel sorry."

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