"Then let it be like this forever!" Hang Tianyi said softly, with gentle eyes.
Liu Ruoxi smiled sweetly and fell asleep soon.
Hang Tianyi gently held the girl in his arms, jumped off the roof, and sent her to the room he had decorated. When he was about to cover her with a quilt, Liu Ruoxi grabbed Hang Tianyi's arm.
"This girl!" Hang Tianyi looked gentle, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
I don't know how long it took before Liu Ruoxi let go of Hang Tianyi's arm. She covered the girl with a quilt and then Hang Tianyi returned to his residence.
Since entering Kyoto, tonight is obviously the most relaxing night.
One night passed and everything remained the same.
The Liu family, Liang Ling and Li Rui didn't see Hang Tianyi come back last night. They were waiting in the yard early today. Hang Tianyi, such a persistent person, would probably have to give him a few words of praise when they saw him. It's a pity that they waited for a long time.
He didn't even have time to wait for Hang Tianyi to come back.
But at this moment, Wang Tengfeng came to visit. Everyone knew that this guy came to Liu's house to find Liu Ruolan.
The two talked for a while and agreed to go out for a walk and have a poetry and literary session.
If Hang Tianyi were here, he would definitely say: Scholars really know how to play!
In this way, the disciples of Qingyun Academy, led by Liu Ruolan and Wang Tengfeng, left Kyoto and went to the most famous nearby Yunfu Mountain.
I chose to come here because any famous scholar would come here to visit. It is said that traces of saints were left here, and there is a saint monument on the mountain.
It is rumored that the above text was left by the sage, the founder of Confucianism. If you can understand the above things, you may be able to obtain the most powerful spiritual method of Confucianism.
Some people say that the things on this stone tablet may be the secret to becoming a saint.
In Confucianism, sainthood is a very special realm that seems to have nothing to do with spiritual practice. However, once you become a saint, your abilities are immeasurable. Some saints can kill immortals.
Imagine how extraordinary this is, no wonder so many people want to become saints.
It is a pity that after ancient times, Confucianists have become less and less able to become saints. Saint Meng who is still alive in this world is indeed a saint, but he definitely does not have the ability to kill immortals.
The legend of the saint's monument has existed since ancient times, but scholars who come to Yunfu Mountain seem to have never heard of anyone who has learned the secret of becoming a saint here.
Few people pay attention to the legend nowadays, but it is no longer a new thing for scholars to come to Yunfu Mountain to hold poetry gatherings. There are so many people doing it that it seems to have become a custom.
Wang Tengfeng and Liu Ruolan are among the best in Qingyun Academy. Who among the disciples in the academy would not follow their lead?
Even people of the older generation admire the knowledge and abilities of these two people.
Recently, Liu Ruolan's dream has come true. She has become a concubine in the academy, just like Zuo Qingcheng.
Along the way, whether it was poetry or articles, she was able to master the skills of novices, and she was still very artistic and charming.
"Brother, is the saint monument on the mountain real?" said a disciple of Qingyun Academy. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he obviously entered Qingyun Academy recently.
Wang Tengfeng smiled calmly and said: "In this world, it is difficult to judge the authenticity of many things, but we should not place our hopes on external objects, but on ourselves!"
After hearing this, many disciples were not convinced. Wang Tengfeng was not just a reasonable person. Over the years, he was considered to be the youngest person in the Zifu realm among the alienated Qingyun.
Talking about the truth about life with the juniors, and composing a poem from time to time, a group of Qingyun Academy disciples had a great time. Perhaps, this is the fun among scholars.
Compared with Liu Ruolan and the others, Hang Tianyi was not so leisurely. In the morning, he dealt with a few trivial matters, and at noon, he had dinner with his fellow detectives.
I thought that after eating, I could lie down and study for a while, but at this time, someone came to report that a body was found on Yunfu Mountain.
No matter whether it is a big or small case in Beijing, once it is reported to the officials, no one dares to slack off.
After all, everything here is to serve as an example for other states in the Great King Dynasty.
Hang Tianyi rubbed his brows. The last thing he wanted to see was a murder, especially when the meeting of the three churches was about to begin.
"I'll go and see for myself!" Hang Tianyi said, and when he came out, he was about to meet Zhang Chenyu and Li Chunlai. The three of them were rushing to Yunfu Mountain with seven or eight fellow detectives.
At this moment, Liu Ruolan, Wang Tengfeng and the others were still watching in front of the so-called saint monument.
"This looks like seal script, but it's not!" a disciple said.
Wang Tengfeng said: "This is an ancient text and legend, which is carved out of Taoist rhyme rules!"
"I also know some ancient writings, but I have never seen this kind!" Liang Lingzai looked at it carefully. The female war goddess was reading a book, and she was naturally reading a book on war.
Military books have been around since ancient times, and many of them were written in ancient texts.
But in ancient times, the world was not unified. Not to mention other living things, including human beings, there were many countries, each with its own writing system.
"This one is indeed special. Of course, if it wasn't special, there wouldn't be many legends!" Wang Tengfeng said,
"That's the truth!" someone replied.
A group of disciples from Qingyun Academy gathered in front of the saint's monument and were observing the words on it.
The body was found in the back mountain of Yunfu Mountain, which is a pine forest. Usually, few people come here.
Of course, it is precisely because few people come here that few people know what happens here.
The person who discovered the body was a scholar. He was really that kind of pure scholar with no cultivation skills.
Hang Tianyi asked Wu Zuo to do an autopsy, but he came to the scholar and asked, "Who are you?"
"Cao Min Kang Jin!" The scholar looked about twenty-seven or seventy-eight years old, and was frail and elegant.
"When did you find the body?" Hang Tianyi asked.
Kang Jin replied: "It's almost noon!"
"What are you doing here?" Hang Tianyi asked.
Kang Jin said: "It's like this. Recently, Cao Min's articles have encountered tranquility. I originally wanted to come up to Yunfu Mountain to find some inspiration, but after I came up, I found that I needed some peace and quiet, so I came to the back mountain!
"
Hang Tianyi can't see the problem with his statement for the time being.
"Did you come up the mountain alone?" Hang Tianyi asked.
Kang Jin said: "There is another friend!"
At this time, a young man stood up. He saluted and said, "Dong He, a common man, came up the mountain with Kang Jin!"
"This Yunfu Mountain is really a good place!" Hang Tianyi made a digression, which made Kang Jin and Dong He stunned for a moment.