Of course, he felt a little reluctant when he left. The past few years in Qingdu were the most free and comfortable time for him. Although it was a bit absurd, the open and tolerant atmosphere exuded the poison of freedom everywhere, making it difficult for people to let go.
Jiang Yan rode a little donkey, Su Kou and Yaya sat on the back of the fat tiger, looking at the Qingdu, which was protected by the two mountains of Xiandu Lingyue on the left and right, gradually getting further and further away, and finally disappeared from the field of vision.
"Will we come back again?" Zuko asked.
"Of course, I am a scribe. Where else can a scribe go if he doesn't return to Qingdu?"
When they passed through the Jianmen Gate, the guards at the Jianmen Gate were very enthusiastic when they saw Jiang Chan. Jiang Chan was the only one who traveled outside every now and then, and he was the only scribe who won the first place among the Eight Prefectures in the past 800 years.
"Brother Jiang? You are going out again."
"How long will it take you to leave this time?" the sword guard greeted him and said with a smile.
"I don't know this time. It can take at least a year and a half, and I don't know if it takes more." Jiang Yan sighed.
"It's okay, it's okay. You are a scribe and you will come back eventually. Next time you come back, you must have a drink with me."
"I'm afraid you can't keep up with me because of your drinking capacity," Jiang Yan said with a smile.
"I know the best person in the Eight Prefectures. This will be enough for me to brag about for half my life."
"Then if I give you another painting when I come back next time, won't you go to heaven?"
"Brother Jiang, I have to take it seriously."
When leaving, Jiang Qian also saw Meng Dongjiao, who was dressed like an old farmer and carried a bamboo hat on his back. Unlike those scribes who applied makeup and powder, Meng Dongjiao's skin was dark and rough.
Meng Dongjiao's strength is unfathomable. Even though he is now at the peak of the Xuanling Realm, he is still far inferior to Meng Dongjiao.
If it weren't for the Ehu Society, he wouldn't even know that Meng Dongjiao was one of the most mysterious members of the Qing capital.
Without notifying anyone, Jiang Yan was about to leave Qingdu alone, but when he passed by Lixia Pavilion, he smelled the aroma of wine.
I couldn't help but ride an old donkey into Lixia Pavilion. Fu Changlin, Shui Wuxin, Zhao Suixian, Chen Mo, Lu Jing, Zhou Xiaoshi and others were all there.
"I knew that as long as there was the smell of alcohol, he would be able to smell it and follow me," Lu Jing said with a smile.
"Brother Lu still understands me."
Lu Jing's talent may not be the best among these people, but his vision and choices are definitely the smartest. Ever since Lin Ancheng gave him the pen, the two have always maintained a good relationship, even when the meridians were broken.
"When we were in Xihe, this guy received a hundred lashes on the first day, just to break the Confucianism Mansion's Thousand Training Orders and start his alcohol addiction." Fu Changlin also thought he was a wonderful person.
"What are you..."
"Of course you are here to practice it."
Zhou Xiaoshi's dress today is not as coquettish as usual, but rather conservative. All the places that should be exposed are covered by clothes, but it still cannot block his demonic temperament and charm.
"It's too boring to not even say a word of support when I want to leave," Shui Wuxin said with a smile, "After all, we are people who fought side by side in E Lake."
"Mainly because I'm afraid of trouble, since everyone is here, I'll lend you flowers and offer a drink to the Buddha."
"please"
Even after winning the title of No. 1 in the Eight Prefectures, Jiang Yan was not arrogant at all, because he knew very well that his advantages lay in the painting skills he had learned before traveling through time, and the poetry he had recited.
In terms of cultivation talent, he may not be better than these people in front of him.
Several people exchanged glasses at the Lixia Pavilion. After drinking for three rounds, Jiang Gu was about to continue his journey. Shui Wuxin took out a jade box from his arms.
"What is this?" Jiang Yan asked.
"You won the first place in the Eight Prefectures in Xihe. Mr. Wei knew that your brush was destroyed in that battle. How can a painter do without a handy pen? So Mr. Wei chose a painting for you from the Bi Tui Pavilion.
Please ask me to bring it to you."
"Bi retreats from the pavilion?"
Jiang Yan was a little surprised. The Bi Tui Pavilion was a place where portraits of sages from the past dynasties of the Wen Dynasty were enshrined and the old pens used before they were released were presented. All the pens in the Bi Tui Pavilion had great origins.
"I was the leader when I took the civil service examination. I wanted an old pen, but Mr. Wei said I was not qualified enough." Zhao Suixian looked a little jealous.
"There is an old rabbit on the rocks in the north of the Yangtze River. It eats bamboo and drinks from the spring to produce purple hairs. Pick one hair from thousands of hairs, and the hair is purple and is worth as much as gold. The tube goes into the golden palace, and the hair is picked out and stands on the white jade. This old pen name is Bamboo
Jiao was made by Zhuge Shang, the pen master of Mo Mansion."
After Jiang Yan opened the jade box, he found that the green bamboo pen was straight and the lavender pen was full and round. There were two seal characters Zhujiao engraved on the top.
This brush is gentle and heavy, and the spiritual power is injected into it. In the past, the painter's spiritual power was depleted by the brush, and only eight points of ten points of strength could be delivered, but his spiritual power actually increased a lot out of thin air with this brush.
“Good pen”
"Of course, every pen in the Bi Tui Pavilion represents a legend of the Wenfu. It is the rule of the Wenfu that you have to have a great contribution to make an old pen."
Not only Zhao Suixian, almost everyone looked at him with envy and hatred.
"After a long journey, we have to say goodbye. Even though we drank the wine and gave away the pen, we still have to walk the way we should."
Jiang Yan and Su Kou stood up to say goodbye to these people.
"The first time the two of us met was in this Lixia Pavilion, one of the eight scenic spots in the Qing Dynasty, Lixia said goodbye. We met here and parted here, which can be regarded as an elegant event."
Zhao Suixian thought of Jiang Yan's instructions. It could be said that every one of them verified Yuan Wushe's correctness. Similarly, he also thought of Yuan Wushe's instructions to him.
"The appearance of pines and cypresses is still luxuriant after the frost; the quality of cattails and willows is like the beginning of autumn. It is called Sui Xian, and I have no chance to be with it in this life."
Zhao Suixian thought about the meaning of this sentence, and it should mean that he could not be as idle as the Qingdu scribes.
Yuan Wushe's comment on the second half of the battle said: "When a gentleman fights, he will fight as long as he is free. The dragon lurks in the abyss and the tiger lies on the plain, waiting for the time to move. One day, the same wind rises, and it goes straight up to ninety thousand miles."
This sentence should be about timing. Zhao Suixian had a vague feeling in his heart that his storm might be coming soon since Jiang Guru Daxuan City.
"You go explore the road first, maybe we will meet again in Daxuan City soon," Zhao Suixian said.
"Okay, then see you in Daxuan City!"
After saying goodbye, Jiangsu Kou and Yaya set foot on the road to Daxuan City. Apart from classmates like Lixiating, there was a sheep cart parked on the mountain not far away.
Lu Daoxuan was sitting on the sheep cart, and Wei Changli was standing by his side.
"Senior brother, you have accepted a good disciple. Not only can he inherit your mantle, but he is also expected to take up the Wen family."
"Wei Changli, please don't pay attention to my apprentice. This boy likes freedom by nature just like you. Just let him do whatever he likes. Why restrain him? Of course, if he is willing to accept your mess, I have no problem with it.
"Lu Daoxuan rarely stayed awake for a short time today.
"How come Wen Mansion, one of the eight dignified mansions and the holy land of literati in the world, turned into a mess in your mouth?" Wei Changli was somewhat dissatisfied with his senior brother's evaluation.
"Are you aware that the last time you bet on Zhao Wuxie, you lost the bet, and Wenfu lost its only chance to turn defeat into victory, and also lost Yunxinan.
But we can’t give up on that position. I’ve been observing Zhao Suixian for a while, so I can take a gamble.”
"Yuan Wushe once said that the rise and fall of Wenfu depends on the three people in Lixiating. If you want to bet, then bet on the big one.
This time when Jiang Gu goes to Daxuan City, there will be many dangers, and his life may even be in danger. I bet he can win in Daxuan City."
"I also bet that he can win, because we can't afford to lose," Lu Daoxuan said.
They are the highest-ranking and most authoritative people in Wenfu. They can decide the future of Wenfu in just a few words, but it's hard to predict whether it will be good or bad.
"Senior brother, did you and Lei Hongyi really have a romantic past?" After the serious talk, the white-haired Wei Changli's eyes were burning with the fire of gossip.
This kind of question is difficult to answer. After all, there were too many romances in his youth. However, he also learned some things from Jiang Yan. For example, everything in the world can be answered in three sentences, one of which is:
"none of your business"
Wei Changli, who was asking for trouble, touched his nose.
"One last thing, you and Lei Hongyi should live at No. 11, Mahuang Lane. This will make it easier for Lei Hongyi to take care of you, and secondly, you can control the restless elements in Mahuang Lane."