The flying new wind carried the yellow sand beyond the Great Wall, along the long-standing Luo River, and hit Luoyang overnight.
Qingming breaks the snow, Grain Rain breaks the frost, and in Lixia everything grows, Xiaoman is dissatisfied, the fields are dry and the ridges are cut, and the ear seeds are gone silently.
During this period of time, Ye Que had always asked Qian Shuhua to practice straight stabbing, but the weight of the gun was getting heavier and longer, and the body of the gun was getting longer and longer. The only trace of gentleness and beauty on Qian Shuhua's body was also trained by him to become a soldier in the army, and his skin was completely bronze without even a single spot of fairness.
The number of people in Tianmen has also changed from three people at the beginning, to several hundred people, and now thousands of people.
It's definitely incomparable with those super gangs, Cultivation Dazong, but in this city of Luoyang, it can be regarded as a big force. Especially intelligence information, almost all the gossip on the market, can definitely be collected and delivered to Ye Que within an hour.
With the help of these bits and pieces of news, Ye Que deduced several times, and already guessed the movements of the Yaozu and the cultivation world in Luoyang City.
When and where were the river pawns unearthed
Still no one knows.
This period of time is the tranquility before the storm, oppressive, tense, and sensitive, but no one dares to act rashly, because it is likely to trigger a war between the two races.
Even Shushan clamored all day long to slay demons and eliminate demons, and to straighten the way, but if you let him be the first to try to confront the demon clan, he will definitely have ten thousand reasons to prevaricate.
There is even secret information that shows that the court is not monolithic, most people are more or less inextricably linked with certain sects of cultivation, while a few people can't tell the truth with the Yaozu. .
Under power, power is respected.
Moreover, how can there be a real breeze in the sleeves? After thousands of years, even if you memorize it by rote, the demon should have learned the human way, such as sugar-coated cannonballs, beauty tricks, and corruption.
The method is crude, but it works.
There must be brave men under heavy bribes.
But Ye Que didn't pay attention to these things, he just kept picking out some news that were within his acceptable range, and then brought money to calligraphy.
Nocturnal gods.
Every time they attack, Ye Que is the first to investigate. They will only attack when the Zhengdao sect and the Yaozu are present at the same time, and they will try to kill them with one blow. demon.
If someone above the psychic realm hides behind the scenes, Ye Que will retreat immediately. With thousands of low-level Tianmen disciples as cover, he will almost come and go without a trace, leaving no trace.
Although Ye Que's state at this time is still in the acquired state, but with his vision and Tian Yuan's perception, in the current Luoyang City, it is still unlikely that his life will be in danger.
So far, the problem of lack of spirit stones has finally been solved. Although it is definitely not enough for the entire Tianmen, it is more than enough for Ye Que and Qian Shuxiao, the three brothers and sisters.
The treatment is comparable to that of a genius disciple of a cultivator.
It's midsummer.
It happened to be a sunny day.
On Yongning Avenue in Luoyang City, the catkins were flying and messy not long ago, and the green plants beside the road are as dense and moist as butter. From a distance, the grass is faintly connected into one piece, and from a close look, it is full of vitality under the warm sun. Luoyang City is about to usher in the most beautiful season of the year.
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Qian Shuhua didn't practice marksmanship today, she went out early, she wanted to prepare a gift for Qian Shuxiao, and then went to the academy, because today is the day of Qian Shuxiao's parade and coronation ceremony.
It is a very important day for a man to reach his twenties and win the crown. As a sister, he must go to watch the ceremony no matter what.
I went to Baozhai to take out a gold-plated hollow pearl abacus that I ordered a few days ago, and then went to the academy.
White Horse Academy, established 437 years ago, is the oldest school in Luoyang City. Many civil and military officials, merchants and dignitaries all send their children to study here. Probably because the White Horse Academy was built in the same year as the prosperous Tang Dynasty, it grew up with the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and trained countless sages and famous officials for the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Along the way, I saw more than a dozen luxurious carriages traveling on the same road, and even a few carriages recognized Qian Shuhua and invited him to get on the carriage, but Qian Shuhua politely refused.
Since practicing with Ye Que, she has bid farewell to carriages and other means of transportation, walking on two legs, and can better understand the laws of the earth.
The sun is shining all over the place, and at a position slightly to the right of the north of Luoyang City, there is a very large courtyard with row upon row of grassy grass. On the small square in front of the courtyard is a white horse dragging a scroll. Walking, there is a row of shadow walls full of green trees and red flowers. Behind the shadow wall is an unknown number of black and white buildings that look like pen and ink. Everything is like a scene in a painting, antique.
"Senior Sister, why did you remember the academy today?" A boy's voice came from next to my ear.
"Today is Ah Xiao's coronation ceremony, I'm here to watch the ceremony." Turning his head, it turned out that it was his junior student in the academy, Qian Shuhua replied plainly, and then he saw a figure out of the corner of his eye.
Through the white horses in the square, across the green trees and red flowers, in front of a black and white main room, a woman in red Xiuhe, with willow waist swaying slightly, with a smile on her mouth.
At a position five meters in front of the woman, a scholar held his breath and concentrated on his brushwork.
The woman is Lin Meier, Ye Yunhai's fiancée, and the scholar is a talented painter hired by her with a lot of money.
Lin Meier came to the academy today to complete a set of paintings. She was thinking about the husband-in-law who gave it to her on the wedding day. For this reason, she hoped that the painter would draw herself into this White Horse Academy, and put her most beautiful face under the pen, and leave it in her husband's golden years.
Looking at Lin Meier's frowns and smiles in the distance, Qian Shuhua felt that his feet were completely uncontrollable, his heart was burning with anger, and his throat felt sick.
The breeze is coming slowly, and the coolness bursts.
It blows off Xia Hua, but it cannot extinguish Qian Shuhua's heart fire.
During the 100-meter journey, she thought a lot. Looking at the plants and trees in the academy, countless pictures were erratic, and she went back to the past in a daze. Under the tree, the wind is blowing in the forest and birds are singing. We do not know how to fall asleep, and we know how much flowers fall in our dreams.”
The wind is still those winds, the birds are still those birds, just.
The tree fell.
The dream was broken.
people lost.
Standing in front of Lin Meier who was wearing Xiuhe, Qian Shuhua's expression finally returned to normal, and she was as calm as water. In her mind, this place was her own territory, so she had to learn to restrain herself.
"Lin Meier, here is White Horse Academy, where students seek knowledge and ask questions, not your back garden."
"A good dog doesn't block the way, you block the painter's painting." Facing Qian Shuhua, Lin Meier would not have a good face, and she practiced martial arts since she was a child, but she didn't go to any private school, so she couldn't say yes when she was young obedient.
"You are not welcome here, please leave immediately." Qian Shuhua restrained his words and pointed to the outside of the courtyard.
"What are you? Tell me to leave?" Lin Meier put her hands on her hips, with a mocking expression on her face.
"I'm their senior sister." Qian Shuhua pointed at the academy students who gathered nearby, and got a nod in unison, and then pointed at Lin Meier, "If you want to scratch your head and make a pose, go home and scratch!"
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