Sheng Fu

Chapter 1 In the Silent Place
After nightfall, the White Deer Academy is quiet and elegant. Even in midsummer, the night is as cool as water.

In the library, the candles flickered slightly. Yuwenjun knelt on the futon with bamboo slips in his hands, and was reading meticulously. The soft radiance reflected on Yuwenjun's face, making this already delicate face look a little more upright. silhouette.

Read the book a hundred times and see its meaning.

Before coming here from Yuxi Town, which is [-] miles away, Yu Wenjun believed in this sentence, and it was not because he listened to Mr.

Yuwen Jun has read the content in "Qingming Zhi" about sixty or seventy times. He has already memorized the content, but he still reads every word with a bamboo slip in his hand, which will have an atmosphere and charm.

The book records some past events and some myths and legends, which do not belong to the mainstream books of Bailu Academy, nor do they belong to the list of martial arts secrets.

Pure junk.

Among them, the biggest knowledge and righteousness is that there is no scholarly righteousness. Perhaps Yuwenjun has a special vision, and he loves this book very much.

Behind the love, there must be a reason.

This reason, Yu Wenjun has not said, no one else has asked.

After reading the last sentence, Yuwenjun rolled up the bamboo slips and planned to return them to their original places. Looking up, Zuo Qingtang was holding a long sword, and he didn't know when he walked in front of Yuwenjun.

Zuo Qingtang is the head of the nursing school of Bailu Academy, mainly to rectify the order of Bailu Academy and deal with some secret matters.

He rarely shows up on weekdays, and even if he does, it is mostly to protect the overall situation on grand occasions, and little news comes out.

Anyway, the disciples of Bailu Academy rarely met Zuo Qingtang in the corridors, aisles, or the lakeside of the academy.

Yu Wenjun casually placed the bamboo slip on the edge of the futon, still knelt on the futon, raised his head and said somewhat unexpectedly: "I thought the spy on that side should be a very ordinary handyman or a maid, but it turned out to be left The great commander appeared in person, not only did he appear, but he came with his sword in hand."

The long sword hanging from the waist is an elegant trip to Bailu Academy. Whether it is young men or women, or the elderly, there are often people hanging a long sword on their waists, passing them in the sight of others.

In Yuwenjun's memory, Zuo Qingtang also has the elegant habit of hanging a long sword at his waist. Tonight, the long sword must be pointed.

Zuo Qingtang's complexion was slightly yellowish. For a person in his fifties, his pale complexion was somewhat abnormal.

Zuo Qingtang said: "I didn't expect that old guy whose whereabouts are unknown, to entrust such an important matter to a young man like you. This is inconsistent with the previous speculation."

"Could it be that in addition to your identity as a spy, you have another background?"

"Or, from the very beginning, you were the abandoned son of those old people who used to hide the public's eyes and ears?"

In Zuo Qingtang's hand, the three-foot green front was awe-inspiring, and on the side of the blade, there was already a purple-blue sword glow.

Yuwen-jun's heart is like still water, and for fifteen or sixteen-year-olds, his heart is like still water, which seems a bit pretentious.

But others don't know that in those years in Yuxi Town, which is [-] miles away, Yuwen Jun often went into the deep mountains alone, and fished alone. It has become a habit.

"How did you know that?"

"After I came to the academy, I worked tirelessly on books, and I never slackened my practice. I dare not say that I am a role model, but it is also within the category of normal and peaceful."

"It can be discovered by others. Could it be that my disguise is not perfect enough."

Yu Wenjun did not explain, Zuo Qingtang came to him with three feet of Qingfeng, and he already knew that Zuo Qingtang had already investigated many clues, but in the future he would not be able to summarize and confirm.

If the summary is confirmed, he probably won't come to Yuwenjun, but will use his sword in the night, quietly killing Yuwenjun.

Zuo Qingtang said: "Some old things will linger in the hearts of some old guys, and it is not worthwhile for a young man like you to investigate what the old guys want to know. "

Zuo Qingtang's sword suddenly rose, and the sword's edge pointed directly at Yuwenjun's throat, slightly forward half an inch, and he could take Yuwenjun's life.

Yuwenjun said without changing his face: "There are some things that some people want to know, but I also want to know, how did you find me?"

The long sword in Zuo Qingtang's hand drooped slightly, and the sword was about to rise.

"I have observed every disciple in the White Deer Academy. They all have their own hobbies, whether they are hunting women, reciting poems, or competing with each other."

"Only you are too bland. Cultivation, reading, and the desires of young people have never been revealed in you."

"You are not like a young man, you are more like a hermit, and no one in this world will be a hermit for no reason."

Yuwenjun didn't investigate the truth, and he didn't really study well in Bailu Academy.

However, he unconsciously showed the qualities a spy should have, and was discovered by Zuo Qingtang.

Yuwen Jun said: "So, you just doubt me, and the only person you suspect is me, so what are you going to do?"

"Arrest me, torture me, and interrogate me to find out what you want to know."

"For example, who is the person behind me, are some people still alive?"

Zuo Qingtang said: "I really think so. If you take the initiative to say it, maybe it will be fine. Although such a statement is very old-fashioned, I think it is still useful for young people like you."

During the years Yuwenjun was in Yuxi Town, he asked a very strange question, that is, can young people live without waves?
At this moment, Yuwenjun realizes that he seems to be able to do the ancient well without waves.

He smiled and said, "What if you died in the library?"

Zuo Qingtang seemed to have heard a big joke, but he didn't laugh out loud. In the library, no loud noises were allowed, and in the night, the laughter of the wild waves would also remind others.

Qing Yu said: "Even if you have a magic weapon on your body, your cultivation in the vertical light realm is not bad, but I am a realm higher than you, and you have no chance of turning over. In the end, you are a young man after all."

The journey of cultivation is divided into Zhenling, Zhuiguang, Chengsheng, Huang Ting, Da Huang Ting...

One step at a time, one step at a time.

Chuiguang has no chance of winning against Chengsheng.

"Maybe I'm in the same country as you."

Yuwen-Jun's breath changed suddenly, the qi in front of him filled the air, shattered the long sword in Zuo Qingtang's hand, waved his big sleeve, and the single-sleeved blue dragon swept out violently with the force of swallowing the sky.

The movements flow like clouds and waters, like heaven.

Zuo Qingtang's eyes widened, and before he could respond, he fell to the ground, his internal organs shattered and died.

Yuwenjun knelt on the futon, his posture was as steady as Mount Tai.

"It's time to get up and return to where it came from."

Yu Wenjun got up, picked up "Qing Ming Zhi" from the futon, walked slowly to the seventh bookcase in the third row on the left, and returned to the original place softly.

Zuo Qingtang came to the library in silence.

Yuwenjun walked out of the library in silence...

　This is a novel, I hope you will like it.

　　I also hope that word of mouth can slowly ferment.

　　If it is convenient, I hope to vote for it.

　　Because of the style, the initial results may not be very good, and there are no promotion resources, but I will continue to write, just like the introduction.

　　Wenqing has a long way to go, I will walk slowly.

　　Finally, thank you all for your support and love.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)