Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Since they have returned to Yuezhou in advance, several students, including Master Li and Yi Abao, naturally returned to Yuezhou Academy.

For the mounting work of the calligraphy, an old craftsman who was familiar with the academy was finally invited to come to Yuezhou Academy with tools to complete the work.

The paper looked old and fragile. In fact, after the old craftsman checked it, he found that the paper was actually extremely tough. It was not difficult to mount it according to the normal process.

The effect of finally mounting it into a scroll was also very good. The old craftsman who had been sweating all the time breathed a sigh of relief and made ten money in one trip. He also left with a smile on his face.

At night, in the bedroom in the backyard of the academy, Abao was lying on the bed tossing and turning.

The person I live with is also one of the friends I went home to celebrate the New Year with last time, and is already fast asleep by now.

After being a little nervous at the beginning, Yi Abao and others gradually relaxed, but this relaxation was also relative.

It was not appropriate to keep this calligraphy with me all the time. After living in the academy for almost many days, Abao considered taking advantage of his next bathing day to ask for leave from his master and send the calligraphy home.

Yi Abao was just a fifteen-year-old boy. It was easy for him to fantasize, and he couldn't help but think of Xu Zichang's words in his mind.

Mountains of gold and silver, high officials and generous salaries, long life, and beautiful families like flowers.

After thinking about it, Yi Abao couldn't help but reach out and touch the wooden cylinder in the corner of the quilt, which contained those words.

But at this moment, Master Li's harsh words in the restaurant that day came to mind again.

‘Such words are absolutely ridiculous. Even if they can be obtained at will, wouldn’t they trample on justice in the world? How can this be the right way? ’

The old master has never been able to enter the officialdom. He has spent most of his life reading books from sages and educating students. Although he is aware of the darkness of the officialdom and the many dangers in the world, at least for students, his words are inspiring.

At the same time, in a house in a residential area on the east side of the city, Xu Zichang was sitting cross-legged in a quiet room.

At this moment, Xu Zichang's whole body was filled with a dark aura, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his face and body.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a voice emerging from beside me.

"Oh, I'm just a mortal, holding such a treasure is a waste of time!"

"How many people can resist speaking without any basis and putting interests in front of people's eyes?"

"Even if you just take it away, what's the harm?" "If you give him a copy, who will be able to tell?"

"You are like this, how can you be regarded as a free and happy person?"

"How can I compare to Gongsun Yin? Hahahahaha."

Xu Zichang's eyelids trembled rapidly, and the spiritual energy gathered around him seemed to appear, forming some strange shapes visible to the naked eye, approaching him little by little, and he seemed to be aware of this.

The next moment, Xu Zichang suddenly opened his eyes, and a heavy sword box popped open on the shelf in the room.

"Zheng~~~"

Whoosh~

A ray of sword light came in front of him, and Xu Zichang pointed the sword in his hand, anger rising from his heart.

"The evildoer shall die——"

The sword light danced around Xu Zichang, cutting the surrounding spiritual energy. The strange forms of condensed spiritual energy were crushed one after another, and some even made sounds at this moment.

"Oh, it's so scary." "Run quickly."

The sword light passed in front of him, moving Xu Zichang's clothes, and the originally gathered spiritual energy also dissipated, and the flying sword hung in front of him without any movement.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho"

Xu Zichang gasped slightly and couldn't help but cover his chest with his hands. The feeling of stuffiness never went away. The backlash caused by trying to forcibly peek into the entire "Qian Kun Chang" that day made his condition even worse.

For a moment, Xu Zichang's consciousness seemed a little drowsy. It was obvious that the confrontation just now actually consumed a lot of mental energy.

If you can get those words, not to mention understand the infinite mysteries in them, even if you just have them around you, you can suppress external evils, right?

This thought was almost uncontrollable in Xu Zichang's heart.

I don't know how much time passed, but Xu Zichang reached out to catch the flying sword.

"Buzz"

The moment Xu Zichang held the flying sword, the sword body vibrated slightly, causing a sharp cry. The chill in the sword's light made Xu Zichang suddenly tremble.

——

In Yuezhou Academy, a vague and cold spiritual wind passed through the corridor, sweeping away some withered grass and some remaining snow.

The wind blew through the backyard and reached outside the dormitories of the academy students, revealing a vague figure invisible to the naked eye.

Although this figure seemed vague, it vaguely resembled Xu Zichang.

As if there was no need to search at all, this figure had already arrived outside Yi Abao's bedroom.

"Woohoo. Woohoo"

The night in the academy brought with it a howling cold wind, and the bamboos inside kept swaying and rustling.

The window of Yi Abao's house suddenly blew open with a "snap~" sound.

A black figure, like a terrifying ghost, entered through the window, stretched out its arms, and grabbed Yi Abao with its sharp-nailed hands, making a hoarse and terrifying sound from its mouth.

"Take your life"

Yi Abao suddenly woke up with a "ho" sound from his mouth.

While panting, Yi Abao looked into the room. Although it was dim, he could barely see.

The windows were swaying in the wind, and the wind was howling outside, as if a ghost was crying.

But there was nothing unusual in the room, let alone any ghosts.

"call"

Yi Abao took a long breath, it was just a nightmare

After lying down for a while, Abao looked at his classmate who was purring softly, then he lifted the quilt himself, put on his shoes and walked to the window.

After looking out the window, Abao closed the window and held the latch. He felt a little more at ease and quickly went back to bed to sleep.

In the corridor outside the house, Xu Zichang stood against the wall, holding a long sword in his hand, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

After a while, Xu Zichang started to leave, but he subconsciously passed by Yi Abao's window. He looked in the direction of the window, as if he could see through the oil paper and wooden frame, and saw the two people sleeping inside, and even saw The picture has been framed.

So close, so close.

After much hesitation, Xu Zichang gave up the idea of ​​waking Yi Abao.

Then Xu Zichang Yufeng left, but did not return to his residence. Instead, he walked alone on the street. A wine bottle flew out of his sleeve and was caught in his hand.

Just walking and drinking, neither exhaling spiritual energy nor stimulating magic power, as if he just wanted to get drunk.

Finally, by a pond in the city, Xu Zichang lay on the steps of the lower pond and kept pouring wine. The spout of the wine pot was slender and obviously not big, but it seemed that there was endless wine.

"Gulu.GuluGulu"

Xu Zichang kept swallowing his drink without stopping.

After drinking for a while, Xu Zichang's face started to show a little blush, and he was still far from being drunk.

"Hehehehehehe, it's hard to get drunk with such bad wine."

Lying on the ground and looking at the stars in the sky, Xu Zichang slowly put down his hand, his eyes looking a little dull.

As time goes by, the stars in the sky become less and less clear, and are gradually obscured by light clouds and fog. The clouds and fog become thicker and thicker, and the stars and moon are gradually difficult to see.

Xu Zichang seemed to have noticed something and couldn't help laughing, but then his heart moved.

A scroll flew out of his sleeve and landed next to Xu Zichang. He grabbed it and slowly unfolded it. On the scroll was a charming girl dressed in gauze.

How can a young and frivolous person, fifteen or sixteen years old, not be moved by love?

With these thoughts in his mind, he became a little uncontrollable. Although Xu Zichang was still struggling, his tendency became more and more obvious.

At this moment, the sky was already bright, but the condensed water vapor in the sky gradually changed, and it started to rain lightly at this moment.

The rain fell on the ground, in Yuezhou City, on the streets, and in the pond, causing ripples.

And this coolness naturally fell on Xu Zichang's body and face, allowing him to regain some clarity in an instant.

It seemed that it was because the sound of rain covered up other sounds, or because Xu Zichang lost his mind due to his mental disorder, he didn't even notice that there was an extra person on the shore.

Until the man spoke.

"Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently"

Xu Zichang stood up and looked towards the shore, and found a man wearing dark blue clothes standing by the pond. He did not hold an umbrella and allowed the drizzle to fall on him.

As if he noticed Xu Zichang, the man turned his head and looked at the steps to the lower pond.

"This time when the rain falls, the ice and snow melt, moistening the fields and causing the evil of the New Year to arise. Seeing this is both fate and destiny."

With Xu Zichang's eyesight and mind as an immortal cultivator, it was natural that he could not clearly see the appearance of the person coming. He stared blankly at the man, whose long gray hair seemed to be shining in the spring rain.

Although his aura is not obvious, he has this magnanimity in his body, and it appears in this situation, and it also vaguely brings about a sense of aura. How could Xu Zichang not know that the other party was probably a person in the immortal way.

"Yes, the calamity has come. It is true what fellow Taoist said. Xu's calamity has come."

The man smiled, waving his long sleeves and clasping his hands behind his back.

"No, the calamity I mentioned is not yours, but mine. The calamity of rain has finally come, hehehehehe."

Xu Zichang was slightly absent-minded, but he looked happy when he heard the calamity number? Could this fellow Taoist be crazy?

"Plop~" a sound.

A stone exploded into the pond next to him, and some of it splashed onto Xu Zichang's face.

Xu Zichang suddenly woke up and looked at the water beside him. The water was still turbulent. Then he looked to the other side and saw several children scrambling to escape.

"Hahahahaha he's awake!" "Run, run!"

"Wait for me--"

Judging from the way the children ran away and the situation around them, they probably saw someone sleeping by the pond, so they thought of playing a prank and hit the person with a stone on the water to wake him up.

Obviously, the children succeeded. Xu Zichang was awakened, but he was not angry, let alone chased those urchins.

Xu Zichang stared blankly at the sky. It was already bright and there was no rain around.

Am I actually drunk?

So, was the person I saw last night a dream or an illusion? Are you a fellow immortal cultivator?

Or is it simply transformed by the demonic thoughts of nightmares?