Nanchang City at dusk always exudes a sad beauty. There are colorful clouds in the distance through the ancient villages and towns after the spring rain, and there are also patches of sky on the ancient city wall dyed red by burning clouds in the scorching summer heat. There are even more.

The Tengwang Pavilion above the Ganjiang River in late autumn blends into the same color of water and sky. It has gone through vicissitudes of generations, telling the passage of time and the changes in personnel.

Bai Wuyan stood on the Tengwang Pavilion, looking at the Ganjiang River in late autumn. The vast expanse of water and sky, accompanied by the setting sun, and occasional fishing boats and water birds dotted it. This is what Wang Bo wrote: "The setting sun and the solitary swans fly together, and the autumn water flows together."

What was the situation when "The sky is always the same color"? I wonder if he would have written such a brilliant article if he knew where his soul was in life.

In the past, when he didn't know where to go, Bai Wuyan would often go to the Tengwang Pavilion and stay in a daze. Now that he was about to go on a long journey, he felt reluctant to leave Nanchang City and even wanted to take a look at the pavilion.

Bai Wuyan felt self-conscious in the beautiful scenery at dusk. Suddenly Jiang Qianfeng pointed to a plaque with the characters "Dragon and Phoenix" written on it, interrupting Bai Wuyan's thoughts: "Master Bai, what is written on it?"

"I can't recognize it, it's too sloppy." Bai Wuyan shook his head, this was not his area of ​​expertise.

"Little brother, the four characters "magnificent and unique" written above are the wild calligraphy of Huai Su, a calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty. They come from Han Yu's article "When I was young, I heard that there are many beautiful sights in the south of the Yangtze River, and the Tengwang Pavilion is the first.

, "It is said to be magnificent and unique." Since then, the reputation of these three famous buildings in the south of the Yangtze River has slowly spread." An old man wearing Western-style round-rimmed black glasses and white beard and hair came over.

Shaking the jade bamboo folding fan, he calmly interjected.

"The old gentleman is really knowledgeable, but the two of us don't have fortunes. We have unique fates, and the secrets cannot be leaked!" Bai Wuyan

The old man held up the little melon-skin hat on his head and continued to explain without getting angry: "That's a bad statement. Who said I am a fortune teller? I just like the dusk beauty of Tengwang Pavilion, and I come here to visit occasionally."

"Oh? Mr. Shicai said that the reputation of Tengwang Pavilion was spread because of Han Yu?" A young man wearing a white gown came here with his relatives. Hearing the old gentleman's discussion just now, he expressed his own opinion, "

I can't see it, but who doesn't know that Tengwang Pavilion is famous all over the world because of Wang Bo's eternal quatrains."

"It is indeed very dry. It is because of the praise of so many self-proclaimed literati that the Tengwang Pavilion has only caught fire more than twenty times in hundreds of years." The old man seemed to be upset this time as he spoke.

Everyone got weird and angry.

It is strange to say that the passers-by who climb up the stairs to enjoy the scenery on weekdays are not in such a good mood. What happened today? There are so many literati and elegant people debating over some literati and elegant matters.

"Then old sir, do you know where this fire started?" The young man in white was not at all inferior, and he was able to accept such harsh words.

He was over fifty years old and had never been questioned like this by his descendants. The old man was already unwilling to be outdone. After thinking for a moment, he answered cautiously: "The first fire and reconstruction of Tengwang Pavilion probably dates back to the Tang Dynasty. It was the reconstruction of Tengwang Pavilion after Wang Bo's death.

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"That's right, more than sixty years after Wang Bo's death, a fire broke out in Prince Teng's Pavilion. What connection do the old man think the two have?" The young man in white was reluctant to give up, and the topic became more and more biased as he asked more questions.

The old man was horrified when he heard this. He waved his hands repeatedly and said: "That's it, that's all. How can I know about such mysterious things? It's getting late today, so I'll go back home for the time being."

The old man turned around and walked away. The young man in white grumbled to himself: "That's right, old scholar."

"Young Master, don't be like that old man. Let's go have a drink." The people around the young master in white made peace and pulled him away.

Although it only took a few minutes, there was a huge amount of information in the two people's words. The most obvious characteristic of Jiang Qianfeng's initial emergence of spiritual intelligence was his strong thirst for knowledge.

Understand that part of the question: "Has this building lost so many fires? Master Bai."

"Why are you paying attention to this issue? I don't know, but listening to the argument between the two, there seems to be a consensus that Tengwang Pavilion has been on fire many times." Although Bai Wuyan didn't know the history of Tengwang Pavilion, he still made this judgment.

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"Then why are there so many fires? Why don't you take some measures? Rebuild as soon as there is a fire. The ancients were really not afraid of trouble."

Jiang Qianfeng is like a child, he always has endless questions, but Bai Wuyan's patience is usually limited: "Okay, why do you care so much? It's getting dark today, let's go get something to eat nearby.

Something."

The two of them came to a snack bar and had just ordered two bowls of mixed noodles and a crock pot of soup when they saw the old man wearing black glasses walking in.

"This noodle shop is quite famous in this generation, and the taste is very good." Bai Wuyan introduced.

"Hmm, it must be delicious. The old man we met just now came to this restaurant to eat. I remember he just said he was going home." Bai Wuyan didn't notice it at first, but after being reminded by Jiang Qianfeng, he actually

Unconsciously, he began to pay attention to the old man.

The old man was alone, but he ordered a meal for three people, and he actually ate two portions. He asked the store to pack the other portion in a food box, added some wine and meat, and left in a hurry. In the direction of leaving,

It was exactly where Bai Wuyan and his two men came, Tengwang Pavilion.

It was already dark, and he had gone back to Prince Teng's Pavilion in the evening, and now he was going back with food. He had obviously eaten it himself, so was he trying to deliver food to someone? Bai Wuyan thought to himself, there must be something fishy about this.

, then said to Jiang Qianfeng: "Let's go quietly with him and find out what's going on."

Before Jiang Qianfeng finished eating, he was pulled out of the noodle shop by Bai Wuyan and went straight to chase the old man. Strange to say, considering the old man's shaky steps and slow walking speed in the afternoon, he should be able to catch up quickly, but

The two chased for a long time, but there was no trace. Maybe they encountered a ghost. Unconsciously, they quickened their pace. When they were approaching Tengwang Pavilion, they finally saw the old man. The old man walked vigorously, like a man in his twenties.

Like young people, they walked towards the river.

"Let's find a place to hide and see what he wants to do. Don't make any noise, so as not to alert the snake." Bai Wuyan explained everything in detail. After all, he hadn't experienced any battles with Jiang Qianfeng yet, so he didn't know the boy's path.

Count, it will be bad if something goes wrong.

"Okay, Master Bai, I understand, I will adapt to circumstances." Jiang Qianfeng looked like he didn't want to underestimate me, just like a child who wants to prove himself.

Bai Wuyan didn't say anything more and secretly observed the old man's every move in a hidden place.

The old man came to the riverside, sat on the ground, opened his food box, raised his glass to the Gan River, and cried bitterly.

"Thank you to the River God of Ganshui for helping me get back here. Since you and I are sworn brothers, we should share blessings and share hardships." After that, the old man poured the food, wine and meat into the river, and then poured it into the river.

Walk to Tengwang Pavilion.

"What did he say? Are you sworn brothers with the River God?" Jiang Qianfeng asked in disbelief, fearing that he had heard wrongly.

"Well, this matter is not simple. Let's follow up." Bai Wuyan didn't say much, but he seemed to know exactly what he wanted to do.

The old man walked swiftly and quickly, and reached the top of the pavilion in a blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!