Since ancient times, the more respected a person has, the more he likes to pursue a "height" that others cannot reach.

The emperors of all dynasties have been like this, and the upward actions are the lower ones. The following gentry and nobles have also begun to follow suit. Over time, this seems to have become a trend and trend, and its influence has gradually expanded;

This influence is not only reflected in behavior, speech and title, but also in different degrees of food, drink, entertainment, food, clothing, housing and transportation, and even urban construction planning.

As for the direction and specific manifestation of this influence, the results shown are actually different according to the habits and understandings of different places. This difference is also considered a form of low regional differences.

For example, northerners in Chu prefer to pursue the "high" status;

In the southern part of Chu, people prefer to pursue "high" in money.

As for the capital in Liudu, the "high" is more direct in terms of the local area. It is directly reflected in the height of the building. As the capital's gold-selling champion in the city, this height is naturally the best in the whole city.

Especially the sixth floor of Bilin Pavilion, the floor height is almost twice that of other floors. This wider space naturally gives it more space to display in decoration and layout, and also gives it more mystery.

Although it was noon at this time, the sky was gray and the light was slightly dim. Many families with good conditions lit candles. The streets were colder than the previous day, and people dressed in cadres were swaying everywhere.

The news is blocked and may not have received the news. Anyone who is well-informed or is a gossipy person in Liudu City has already known the tragedy that happened last night on Qianjing Street, so he is more or less a little frightened.

But despite this, the wind outside seems to be blowing outside.

The Bilin Pavilion is still standing in this wind and will never be shaken by it.

The first floor of Bilin Pavilion is still full of people, and there must be no shortage of people who are keen on the fun. How many people are frightened and how many people are excited.

There are usually many people on this floor, but now a big incident happened, so the people here are naturally even more crowded.

There were even many people who had never met each other before, because they were not in enough seats, and they all discussed and waited for the old scholar to say some inside information.

In addition to the first floor, the second to fourth floors are also brightly lit. These people have higher status than those below. Although they are curious about what happened last night, their expressions are different.

Everyone has smooth information channels. If you sit down and exchange effective information with each other, the results of the matter, even the causes and consequences, can be pieced together for you.

The wine and food in front of you and the pretty beauties beside you, during the conversation, they revealed the answers that the people below were pursuing hard. This is the style, and this is the emphasis they pursued.

There was still no movement on the fifth floor, quietly as if it was a place in the underworld.

On the top floor, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet and harmonious, and the lights swayed, illuminating the wide corridor, but not dazzling.

There are six rooms on the entire sixth floor, lined up and separated by a distance from each other. In addition, the area is already wide, so it can almost be regarded as six separate sky courtyards.

Since the construction of these six courtyards has almost no chance to use them, so they usually seem to lack popularity, but at this time, candles lit up rarely inside.

A middle-aged man dressed as a middle-aged scholar was sitting in the courtyard with a strange face. One hand subconsciously pinched his beard and his chest.

The table in front of him was placed with cooked tea and exquisite snacks, but at this time, the middle-aged scholar's attention was all placed in the bedroom inside, and he was holding a piece of pastry in his other hand, but he had not finished his mouth for a long time.

After a while, the young man walked out of the room on the inside of the courtyard, followed by two servants.

A servant held a basin of water in his hand, and the water inside had changed a little;

Another servant was holding a bunch of dirty clothes and some bandages that he had not had time to use.

The young master walked to the middle-aged scholar and cleared his throat. The two servants immediately bowed tactfully, then left the courtyard lightly. Before leaving, they thoughtfully closed the door of the courtyard.

The young man stood there for a while and said:

"If you want to ask, ask. Judging from your expression, I'm afraid you won't come out again and you can suffocate yourself to death here."

"Yes." The middle-aged scholar nodded, stroked his beard, stuffed the pastry that he had pinched for a long time into his mouth, and said, "I have been holding on to this question for a whole night. I can't figure it out, but I can't ask."

The young man raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "There are still things you dare not ask? There are some things you are not easy to ask? If you have a little bit of a problem, you will not be arranged to follow me now."

The middle-aged scribe smiled implicitly, "I still have it. As for following you, I chose it myself, no wonder others."

"Oh, I was still the master's call last night. Why did you start saying 'you' directly?" the young master joked.

"It's not that I don't dare, but when I'm outside, I still have to pay attention to some etiquette. As for now, this courtyard is spacious enough, and I'm not afraid of the walls. If I call me a master again, wouldn't it seem like apart? Wouldn't it just cause trouble for you?"

The young man rolled his eyes, "Stop talking nonsense, I have always heard that everyone from Tsinghua Academy was reincarnated by Wenquxing. At that time, I was still wondering how many Wenquxing in the sky were there;

Hey, now I see you, I understand. It doesn’t matter how many Wenquxing is there, and it doesn’t matter whether the others believe it or not. Anyway, you guys don’t want any face, just be thirsty and add gold to your face.”

"If this skin is too thin, how can I learn from the old master's words and confrontation with scholars?"

The middle-aged scholar didn't care at all, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said:

"Back to the point, I chose you, my son, is actually a kind of self-confidence. I am confident, my ability to choose people by myself, and my level of people is better than my classmates.

Although you need to hide your weaknesses when you come out on this trip, you can pick up a man on the road and drive me out. It is a bit inappropriate for the two of you to stay alone for a night. This has been... Well, that's a good statement from Long Yang, but..."

"Alone?" The young master pointed outside the door and interrupted, "The two servants just now are not humans?"

The middle-aged literati's eyes changed, "Everyone knows that although this Bilin Pavilion is not a great place, the servants they trained have the strictest mouths.

Don’t say you are doing some unblocking work inside, even if you kill someone and distribute the corpse inside, they will hide it. If they can’t hide it, then there will naturally be someone who will not tell them.”

"Are you serious?" The young man glared at the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar pretended to be serious and said, "Not I'm thinking too much. Although the man was injured and dressed up a little shabby, his face was indeed handsome, and he was even whiter and tenderer than the youngsters in the buildings in the capital."

"Are you more handsome than me?"

"This is the key to the problem." The middle-aged literati shook his head, "It is because both of you are handsome, that I am worried. This forced melon is not sweet, and I am afraid of it. The turtle fell in love with mung beans."

"..." The young man didn't breathe in one breath. After a while, he clapped his hands, "Your brain needs to be clear. How long has it been? If this continues, how dare I ask you to help me with your advice in the future?"

The middle-aged scholar smiled and patted his head, "Maybe he has been used to seeing the beautiful scenery along the way, and this idea is a bit new, but if I guess wrong, I want to ask...

What did you like about that person? Judging from his injuries, it would be a miracle that he could come over. It would be impossible to hear your last false statement. Even if you really hear it, it would be no big deal."

The young man sat down on the seat next to him. There was a wooden table in front of the seat. There were various exquisite dishes on the wooden table. He took a pastry and took a bite.

The young master said, "Do you know what that person is?"

"I know." The middle-aged scribe sat down opposite him and took out a scribble from his cuff.

"Most of the city stayed in the capital this morning were discussing something. I found a way to ask about the specific situation and compared the time. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be the one who was wanted."

The young man took a casual look at the portrait on Jiwen, "It's five or sixty-sixth similar to that person, but his eyebrows are a little rough, and......"

The articles in the past are actually very simple, and they do not record in detail what the wanted criminals have committed. After all, even if they are written, there are not many people who can seriously understand those words.

Its main function is to post the portrait without recognizing the characters. The people can identify this painting. If they happen to encounter it, they can also provide clues and information.

"Ahem..." The middle-aged scribe coughed.

Seeing the middle-aged scholar's eyes gradually becoming weird, the young master rolled his eyes immediately, "Tell me, what did you do specifically?"

"I killed someone on Qianjing Street next door last night. It is said that a civilian, four constables, and one captain disappeared at the scene."

"Oh." The young master said in surprise: "Since someone has painted a picture, it proves that he still has a living opportunity after killing the official officer? Is this a reliable way? Is the content real?"

"The news should be accurate. It was indeed the dead constable and civilians, and a captain was indeed missing. As for this portrait, it is said that a wealthy businessman in the city finished drinking wine last night. When he returned home, he accidentally saw him killing him and was about to escape."

"Can I kill four officials, but I can't kill one, but I can't kill one by passing by when I drink wine?" The young master said with a smile, "or are all the young masters in Liudu City who have won the grade?"

"I didn't ask what the situation is more specific." The middle-aged scribe put the sect on the table.

Then he continued to ask, "So, if you pick him up, are you interested in his skills and want to cultivate a deceased soldier or something?"

"I need to train that thing myself?" The young man shook his head disdainfully, then put one hand on the table and knocked it twice. "Do you still remember the injuries he had on his body last night?"

The middle-aged scholar nodded, "Remember, there is no external trauma, but the internal trauma is very serious. Even if you hire the best doctor, you will have to lie in bed for a month or two if you want to cure it.

I was so seriously injured when dealing with several detectives and heads. I yelled at the streets of Tsinghua Academy. I couldn’t find ten, but I could find five.”

"Don't you see the martial artists who are so ignorant of you? Even those Qi-training practitioners can't catch your eye. Why are you secretly hiding to practice martial arts?"

"I really look down on them, but even if I look down on them and occasionally have no time reading, I can practice the basics I have when I am active, and I can handle a few thieves who are not open to their eyes."

"I'm too lazy to listen to you, I'll tell you that your eyesight is still not as good as mine."

The young master got excited and changed to a photo shoot, "You go in and take a look now. After watching it, you will understand why I did this."

The middle-aged literati walked into the inner room half-believingly after hearing this. After about two or three minutes, he walked out with a look of astonishment and confusion, and returned to the previous bench to sit.

"What?" the young man asked with an excited look on his face. His expression seemed to be like he had won a lottery not long ago and was showing off his next door to Lao Wang.

"It's weird, it's really weird." The middle-aged scholar scratched his head and stroked his beard for a while, and then said for a while: "This, the injury will heal overnight?"

The young master shook his head and corrected: "It's not one night, it's three hours."

"Three hours!" The middle-aged scholar opened his mouth, "This...this, this is really unheard of!"

"I haven't heard of anything. I've heard that some monsters can quickly heal their injuries, but I carefully identified them last night for the middle of the night. He is definitely a human, and he is a Chu person!"

The middle-aged scholar had recovered his previous expression at this time, and after thinking for a while, he said, "If he is a human, then there is only one possibility, that is, his talent is extraordinary, and his talent is related to his body."

When it comes to "extraordinary talent", the middle-aged literati obviously couldn't help but feel excited.

The ‘extraordinary talent’ here does not mean that those who practice quickly advance to the rapid development of the world. At most, those people have excellent talent, and their advantages are only faster in the early stage;

Later, when the realm is high, it depends more on the state of mind and understanding. If you can't keep up in this aspect, it will be useless no matter how fast you are.

And the true talent refers to those lucky people who are born with various supernatural powers or abilities.

Although this type of person may not be very fast in cultivation, his various supernatural powers and abilities often play a role that is countless times faster than a simple speed.

However, this type of person is rare, and most monks rarely see, and they can't even come into contact with one in their lifetime.

"Haha." The young master also laughed, "Tell me, in the last time that this kind of person appeared in the records of the State of Chu, and died halfway through it, was it?"

"Fifty years ago."

"Who is that person now?"

"Chu State...National Teacher!"

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