During the first lunar month and the New Year, thousands of households in Chang'an City happily bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and the streets and alleys are bustling with activity.

This year's Spring Festival seems a bit unusual. Emperor Tang, who never likes to be overly public, actually held a grand banquet for the first time this time. What's even more rare is that he drank a few more glasses of wine.

At the palace banquet, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty had a rosy face. With Wang Yanqing and Chang Zhishan as the civil and military chiefs, they were arranged on the left and right sides of the banquet. They led all the officials at the foot of the steps to respectfully wish the Holy Emperor a long life and a prosperous future for the Tang Dynasty. The people are strong and prosperous. During the banquet, the palace maids fluttered in colorful clothes and had graceful postures. The entire Tai Chi Palace was decorated with lights and colors, bells and music rang, and there was a peaceful scene of singing and dancing.

In stark contrast to the lively Chang'an City, is the courtyard on Qianniu Mountain.

Zichun, Cheng Daliang and Yuyin went down the mountain and went home respectively. Only Wen Junchen, Ji Yanghe, Qilang, Ye Changshan and Yingping were left in the yard. The yard, which was still a little angry at first, was particularly deserted at this time. No one could hear anything. Zichun's angry and nagging voice can't be heard, Chengda Liang's voice is like a bell, and there is no lingering sound of playing the piano and playing the flute... Originally, the flowers withered in winter, and the yard lost half of its vitality. Now it is missing. The remaining half of the voices of these three people also disappeared.

Besides reading, Ji Yang and Qi Lang did more than sweep the floor. If there was one more thing to add, it would be that they insisted on drawing those strange and incomprehensible shapes every day, and then burned them.

In the past two days, Wen Junchen, for some unknown reason, actually joined the team of Lao San and Lao Seven - working hard day and night on writing. Even Ye Changshan and Yingping's schoolwork was temporarily put on hold, and they were just asked to collect books. Go and study on your own.

After all, the two of them are teenagers at heart. Ye Changshan and Yingping felt relaxed in the first few days. After receiving "strict" discipline for half a year, they suddenly lost their restraints and felt extremely relaxed. But they stayed in the library for a little longer. God, Yingping couldn't sit still. He pondered in the pavilion for a long time and waited for the arrival of the New Year. Then he went to Wen Junchen with great expectations and wanted to take a short leave to see if the master could be lenient and let him return to Chang'an. After celebrating the New Year, he didn't expect to be rejected by Wen Junchen righteously. He also told him that "the rules are the rules" and "without rules, there is no square". Yingping felt bored for a while, and was finally scolded by his master. He came out and said not to disturb him again. In the end, Yingping had to leave extremely depressed.

In the attic, Yingping was upset. He was holding a book in his hand and flipping through a few pages, pouting and muttering in a low voice.

Ye Changshan was originally reading a book by himself, but Yingping's voice with 'resentment' kept coming from beside him, so the rhythm of reading was disrupted. He closed the book and asked -

"What's wrong with this?"

"Humph, I'm not a master yet, so I won't be allowed to go back during the Chinese New Year."

"You can't blame Second Senior Brother for this. We promised ourselves not to go down the mountain for three years."

"If you don't agree, you won't agree. You're relying on your old man to educate me!" Yingping became angrier as he spoke.

"Educating you is for your own good. Just imagine how many people in the world want to be educated by Senior Brother Wen."

"Then give it to them! I don't want it anymore."

"Hey, are you really angry? Come and tell me."

Yingping was not in the mood to argue with Ye Changshan, so he sat morosely aside and said nothing.

Ye Changshan knew Yingping very well. When he saw that Yingping seemed really angry, he put down his book and walked to him, asking nicely: "What's going on?"

"Look at my hands! Look at them!"

Ye Changshan took Yingping's hand and took a look. His originally white and tender hands now had one or two moderate frostbite.

"Just wait until Fifth Senior Sister comes back to apply some medicine on you to make sure it's accurate."

Yingping pumped his hands vigorously and said angrily: "This is not a simple matter of applying medicine."

"What's the problem?"

"This is a matter of principle! This is a matter of humanity!"

"Is it that serious?"

Yingping nodded seriously.

"Let me see again"

Ye Changshan picked up Yingping's hands again, looked at them a few times, then raised his head and looked at Yingping and said puzzledly: "This is a simple problem of applying medicine!"

Yingping was so angry that he almost vomited blood and wanted to hit Ye Changshan with his book.

"It's such a cold day. I braved the cold to wash the clothes. It's good for Master, but it's my fault that I can't wash them clean." Yingping looked very aggrieved. He lowered his head, flattened his mouth, and pretended to be crying, and said, "It's over."

You taught me the great truth of 'everything in the world proceeds from small to large', it was really..."

Yingping really felt aggrieved. It was a rare thing for him, who had always been pampered and pampered, to be able to do this job. However, Wen Junchen always thought he couldn't clean himself up, and even taught him a lot of truths, which made him

Even more uncomfortable.

Ye Changshan looked down at his stained collar and cuffs, and at Yingping's aggrieved look, and couldn't laugh at him anymore.

"Next time, let me boil some hot water for you to wash your clothes."

"Humph! This is what a brother would say."

Seeing that Yingping's resentment had dissipated a lot, Ye Changshan wanted to continue reading, but at this moment, a crisp sound suddenly came from his ears, attracting his attention——

With a 'click' sound, a book fell from the height of the attic and landed right next to the two of them.

The attic is very high, as high as two or three floors of an ordinary building. Ordinary people need to set up a ladder to take down the books on it. Considering that the two are still young and have rules, they are placed there.

Those at the top are mostly 'banned books'.

When the book suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, their first reaction was naturally curiosity. Yingping quickly picked up the book and saw five black words written on the gray book.

The big character - "Yuanxi Neixing Jing".

'Yuanxi' is another way of saying 'Breath of Heaven and Earth'. This book is placed in any sect or sect. It is just an introductory book for practicing the Breath of Heaven and Earth. It is very common. It can be found in the library.

, but placed it in such a hard-to-reach place, naturally for fear that the two teenagers would see it intentionally or unintentionally.

Ye Changshan and Yingping both fell silent. Facing such an extremely ordinary book, they felt at a loss.

The two of them looked at each other in unison, with a hint of boldness and excitement in Yingping's eyes, while a hint of caution and rejection in Ye Changshan's eyes.

Yingping blinked at Ye Changshan, who shook his head.

Yingping glared at Ye Changshan again, but Ye Changshan simply closed his eyes.

"you......"

Yingping felt helpless against Ye Changshan's behavior of pretending to be blind. He could only look at the book helplessly, struggling in his heart. What was he thinking? Naturally, he was thinking about that 'bold idea'. By some strange coincidence, the man in his heart was

Curiosity drove his hand to touch the book...

Seeing that Yingping couldn't control his hand, Ye Changshan tried to dissuade him: "Let's put it back..."

Yingping stopped stretching forward, then raised his eyebrows and asked: "Put...put it back?"

"Since the teacher told us not to practice the 'Breath of Heaven and Earth' within three years, I think there is a reason..."

"But this book is right in front of us...it will fall sooner or later...it must be some kind of fate..."

"Stop making trouble! Put it back."

Although Ye Changshan said that he was putting it back, his eyes were still staring at the book, as if it had a huge magic power, making him unable to look away for a long time.

"Okay...I'll put it back..." Yingping responded to Ye Changshan's words, but his body seemed to be possessed by a demon, his hand always placed on the book, unwilling to leave...

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew in from outside the house, making a swishing sound among the books in the room, like an invisible hand quickly opening the books on the table.

Looking at those free-flowing books, Yingping's eyes narrowed into slits. He gently moved the book to his hand, pulled his hands away, and said to himself -

"Well...it just fell down on its own and happened to land in this position..."

Ye Changshan surprisingly did not stop Yingping this time, but just stared at Yingping, wondering what other evil ideas he had in his head.

"So it was lying here naturally, and we didn't move it, and we didn't dare to move it..."

When Ye Changshan heard this, he nodded in a strange way, changing his usual righteous attitude.

"So we don't think we touched it. If master holds it accountable, we can't be blamed..."

"What you said...is not unreasonable..." Ye Changshan finally understood Yingping's thoughts, but as if he was bewitched, he did not say anything to stop him.

After that, the two of them sat there calmly and stared at the book quietly.

Ye Changshan hopes it will be 'opened' but does not want it to be 'opened', because in his heart, sect rules and reason still have the upper hand...

But Yingping didn't want it to be 'opened' but wanted it to be 'opened', because he was curious about the baby's character, the rules of the sect, and the teacher's training, which were just small obstacles on the way to death.

But God seemed to be playing tricks on them. The more they looked forward to something, the less they found it. In the mountains where the winter wind was blowing in the coldest month of winter, there was no wind at all.

[The second day of the high school entrance examination goes smoothly!
Chapter completed!