There were crowds of people outside the building, and even Lu Xing and others felt noisy outside the house with better sound insulation.

"What happened? Let's go and have a look." Lu Xing took the lead in walking out of the house. At this moment, Zhao Nanxuan, many people drinking in the building walked out of the door.

Above the sky, a book covering the sky and the sun was opened, with the brush and ink flowing clouds and water, and the shape of a dragon painting.

From the perspective of Lu Xing's current moment, you can only see the word "Wen Dao" wherever you see it.

"This is the Confucian book of the sky, Liuling. The writings are made of ink, and the length and width of the scrolls are several miles to inform the world." Liu Danyang explained.

Chu Chu curled his lips: "The prince doesn't have to care. These corrupt scholars who are good at showing off their faces."

Lu Xing read it with relish. The handwriting in the book is of master's level, and this posture of covering the sky and the sun is fascinating even if it is an embroidered pillow.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" The horse's hooves clattered, running from the east of the city to the west of the city. The horseman held the pen and ink in one hand and pulled the reins in the other, looked up at the big words in the sky. Every time he passed, he would write the words he saw in the palm of his hand.

You need to record the pen and ink in the entire Tianpu Liuling, a total of eight cavalry, two cavalry each from southeast, west and north. You can record all the words before Tianpu Liuling dissipates.

After waiting, Lu Xing asked Liu Danyang to find a set of brushwork and copy the word "Wen Dao" in the sky.

At the first minute, Lu Xing was a little happy and his pen paused just right.

When the second horizontal line was approaching, Lu Xing obviously felt that the ink in his hand was a little more weight and it was difficult to drag.

When the third stroke was turned, cold sweat broke out on Lu Xing's forehead, and the pen in his hand became increasingly difficult to control. Even if he moved a little, it would consume extremely energy.

In the last stroke, Lu Xing's left hand was supported on the table, and he sweated all over. If it weren't for the dual cultivation of Xiaoyu yesterday, he would have lost his strength to hold the pen.

"Bang!" The pen holder broke in response to the sound, and Lu Xing almost couldn't stop. Seeing this, Liu Danyang hurried forward to support Lu Xing, but he never thought that Lu Xing's body was particularly heavy. He leaned against the wall and barely supported Lu Xing, and half of his body was attached to Lu Xing.

Liu Danyang is not a vase. She practiced witchcraft, and it is no problem to carry a hundred pounds in one hand. Lu Xing’s weight at this moment is probably no less than five hundred pounds, but this is not the weight of his body, but the weight of his literary spirit.

Chu Chu turned his gaze to the paper on the table. The word "wen" was shining with golden light, shining brightly, as if there were meridians and blood flowing through it, as if trying to get rid of the paper again.

"I didn't expect that the prince had such talent in cultivating Confucianism. A word is only slightly inferior to that of a great master."

"Young Master, you're pressing me." Liu Danyang was a little frustrated, and half of his chest was pressed by Lu Xing's shoulders, making her breathless.

After Lu Xing, he realized that after writing the word "王", he felt as if he had fallen into a gentle place, especially on his left arm, which felt soft touch from time to time.

It turned out... Lu Xing smiled and took advantage of others, so he was embarrassed to call Aunt Liu again.

"Liu, Danyang, thank you just now."

Liu Danyang also blushed, but when he saw Lu Xing looking ashamed, he felt a little more joy: "If the young master doesn't know how to call me, call me Dan'er." The word "Dan'er" was particularly soft, and Lu Xing also heard it red.

In the sky far away, a white-clothed man stood on the clouds.

"Someone is imitating my handwriting?" Chu Xiuming frowned slightly: "I am less than ten miles away from Jiacheng, even ordinary gentlemen can't carry my writing style."

Chu Xiuming thought, and Liu Ling had already opened the book for dozens of breaths, so she would just stop it, just burning the pen and ink of the imitator.

The literary book of the sky slowly dissipated, but the imitation word was slow to see any movement. Chu Xiuming strengthened his control over Haoranqi, but his face changed slightly the next moment.

"Who can cut off the connection between me and Haoranqi!"

In the closed literary book Liuling, the word "wen" in it loses a bit of charm.

Chu Xiuming was puzzled. Logically speaking, it was a matter of the rules that he used literary book Liuling in Jiacheng. The people from Longhu Mountain would definitely not intervene. That would be the means by which masters could block him.

In confusion, Chu Xiuming became interested in the person who copied his handwriting. Who would Jia Cheng be?

At this moment, Chu Chu sneered in his heart on the third floor of Zhao Nanxuan.

There are five realms below the Confucian saints, which are divided into scholars, gentlemen, wise men, great scholars, and great scholars. Chu Xiuming is only in the realm of a wise man, and is even worse than that of an old man. How can the literary treasure left by the prince be destroyed by the effort?

In a cup of tea, a small official from the government office came to the official road with a piece of cloth. There were eight official roads in Jiacheng, and usually four small officials hurriedly finished talking about this place and then rushed to another place a hundred feet.

"Twenty miles north of the city, there are relics of Wendao. I live in a wise man. The relics will open in three days. If anyone is destined to Wendao, he can come here. I will choose ten people and bring ten disciples of Yingtian Academy, including twenty people, to enter the relics together. - The wise man Chu Xiuming."

The crowd of onlookers seemed to be in a panic, and the clamor of controversy resounded throughout Jiacheng.

"It has been 20 years since Youzhou's cultural relics appeared. People in the world say that Yingtian Academy has exhausted its cultural fortune. I didn't expect that I would have bumped into it today!"

"What are you waiting for? I have to go and notify my children at home quickly. If one of them can enter the ruins and become an official in the future, I will say less a third-rank official."

"We have been traveling to Jiacheng for ten years. This time, we really encountered an opportunity that we had not met for twenty years. It is heaven and fate!"

...

"Three days later?" Chu Chu curled his lips and chuckled, "As he said he was a wise man, he was still the poor person of a scholar."

"Three days of sight are the Red Rabbit that travels thousands of miles a day, and it takes only 1,500 miles a day. If you delay a little bit in the middle, the journey will be closer. The so-called four seas are actually only 1,000 miles a day. I am afraid that the disciples of Yingtian Academy will be the one who will benefit in the end."

Lu Xing understood it, but curiosity arose in his heart. He always felt that Chu Chu had a lot of opinions about Confucian scholars.

"Did the third uncle have ever had any conflicts with the Confucian scholar? He was either poor or corrupt scholars, and he couldn't listen to a good word."

Chu Chu paused and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why did the prince say this? It's just that every sentence is true."

"Gee..." Liu Danyang covered his mouth and smiled: "Have you never heard of Lord Chu's romantic past? You should know that Xuejin City is passed down from word to word, and all novels often use this as a classic."

"Liu Danyang!" Chu Chu was so angry that I always met a woman who bites her back. Looking at Lu Xing's face, it was hard to scold her, so she had to say heavily: "When I am not here, I will say whatever you want. In short, you are not allowed now-"

"Forget it, I'll go find a drink." Chu Chu had a dark face, and at this moment he just wanted to smell the mellow smell of wine.

For a moment, only Liu Danyang and Lu Xing were left in the compartment.

"Young Master, do you want to listen to Lord Chu's past?" Liu Danyang smiled calmly, and the peach blossom eyes were full of charm.

Lu Xing silently drank all the tea in the cup and swallowed the charm of his mouth: "Dan'er, pull the bra higher. I'm a little..." The rest of the words were a bit unspeakable. Just last night, the misty rain had just passed, and I felt a little uncomfortable.

"If it is..." Liu Danyang lowered his eyelashes slightly, his peach eyes waving, pressed his left hand against the collar, and said softly: "Later, I will look for a jar of medicinal wine for the young master. The peach blossoms are all used as precious foundations."

Tiger whip, snake gallbladder? Lu Xing quickly suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart. Whatever you think is, I am very persistent.

"Cough, cough," Lu Xing looked much more serious: "When you talk about serious matters, you specially want to help your third uncle, why? Don't tell me what you want to say about romantic and interesting things, you should know that I don't want to hear these."

Liu Danyang has been running a restaurant for more than ten years and has developed an unbearable attitude to observe his expressions and expressions early on, and immediately hid his charm.

"Young Master, it's not that I want to hide it from Lord Chu, I just don't want the elders to know too early."

"What's more, if Lord Chu really wants to stay, I will report it to the young master."

Seeing that Lu Xing's expression was not unhappy, Liu Danyang continued, "Young Master, do you remember the two secret reports I mentioned before?"

"Chu Xiuming?" Lu Xing shook his head slightly and then said, "No, it should be the traces of red-armored cavalry outside the city."

"That's right, in fact, this is not the first time Qi Mu has appeared in Jiacheng."

With the solemn eyes, Liu Danyang said in a deep voice: "A month ago, two days before Sun Qi's death, twenty miles outside the northern suburbs of the city, a woodcutter who went up the mountain to chop wood saw hundreds of red-armored cavalry passing by."

"It's just that this matter is quite strange. When I went to check it out in person, there was no trace of an iron cavalry stepping on it in the mountains and forests."

"Everyone knows that Qi Mu is cruel and cruel. The dark line I was responsible for was in a state of silence. I dare not investigate without authorization, so I left it alone."

"For this reason, this matter was not recorded in the file."

Twenty miles north of the city? Lu Xing frowned. The relics of Wendao mentioned in Wenpu Liuling are also twenty miles north of the city. Could it be that there is a connection between the two.

"In addition, there is one thing that is very strange."

Liu Danyang frowned slightly and expressed the confusion buried in his heart.

"The young master once said that Sun Qi came to Longhu Mountain to invite the young master to attend the ceremony of the crown prince."

"Since it's an invitation, then I'll send someone to the place. Why do you still have to go out this far even though the ceremony is about to be held?"

"Even if you go out, you should bring a ritual official. Instead of bringing more than ten Vajra realms, three martial artists who cross the mountain realm and a scholar-cultivation master went out of this far place. Among the other ordinary people who accompanied him, two were merchants from all over the world, and three were sorcerers who surveyed Feng Shui."

"My son, what would happen if you were Sun Qi?"

Lu Xing frowned and thought, and his thoughts became much smoother for a moment.

"As you said, Sun Qi did not leave the Northland for invitation, but had another purpose. It was just that there was an unexpected change in this process and he died in a foreign land."

Twenty miles north of the city are the ruins of Wendao, twenty miles north of the city, the red-armored iron cavalry... Lu Xing suddenly understood: "Realistically speaking, if there are any relics of Wendao, the first person who knows it should be Yingtian Academy, but even the wise men of Yingtian Academy have only arrived in Jiacheng today. The two states of Yangjin who are active all year round are able to arrive in Jiacheng at the same time as Chu Xiuming. This is strange!"

"What the young master said is that Sun Qi's death has not been revealed to the outside world. If we want to know whether Qi Mu is the real murderer of Sun Qi, we just need to find Qi Mu and tell him the identity of the young master to find out the truth."

Looking at the tea residue sinking in the cup, Lu Xing's eyes became brighter.

"King Ran is ambitious, and his son Qi Mu's ambition is a hundred times better. If Sun Qi is really killed by him, he only needs to kill one more person, and he can cause chaos in the world and compete with the world as a hero."

"And the one Qi Mu wants to kill the most is you, Young Master!" Liu Dan raised the corner of his lips and raised the green voice as if it was a sound.

The window paper rises from the wind, and passes through the tiled house in the sunlight, and I don’t know where to go.

"Dan'er, come here." Lu Xing looked at Liu Danyang, and felt that he liked it more and more as he looked at it. He wanted to hold it and take a deep breath.

Liu Danyang blinked, smeared his fragrant tongue over his red lips, pretending to be ignorant: "Young Master..."

Lu Xing waved his hand and took Liu Danyang into his arms, laughing and said, "Uncle San has told me that you will be my personal maid."

"I am the one who got Liu Danyang, just like Emperor Gaozu of Han got Lu Zhi. I am lucky in this life!"

Liu Dan raised her face and looked like a charming fox with her tail clamped over, running into Lu Xing's collar.

The shawl on the shoulders fell down, half a foot of jade bones, the skin was as creamy as it was in bud...
Chapter completed!