Journey To the World of Film and Television

After all the formalities were completed, and the luggage that was not much at all was moved back from the inn, this was the first night that Ning Que and Sang Sang lived in the house in Linsiqi Lane.

Looking at the calligraphy and paintings hanging all over the room, and the faint fragrance of ink wafting from the desks, Ning Que stood in the store and looked around, as if he saw a new life beckoning to him. He always liked writing. Even if there is no paper, ink, brush or inkstone beside him, only a dead tree branch or a big black umbrella soaked by rain, he will write on the mud or bluestone board from time to time. Over the past sixteen years, the enjoyment of pen and ink has undoubtedly been the most important thing in his life alongside meditation.

Seeing Zhou Ji's calligraphy now has aroused his desire to win and lose. After eating a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup bought by Sang Sang, Ning Que returned to the hall, spread out the rice paper, and drew out the inkstone like a knife. The knife was out of its sheath, and pen and paper fell like a knife's edge into a bone, and a sharp ink mark appeared on the paper with a slight movement of the wrist.

Sangsang couldn't understand calligraphy, but she could see the sharpness revealed by this scribble, which looked a bit like the "study" handwriting hanging on the lintel outside the house, but with the first touch of the torn paper, Ning Que's handwriting faltered but then rounded again. Melting down, over the years, writing and writing has been deeply rooted in his bone marrow and blood, and he does not need to deliberately plan and manage. He just needs to do it casually, and it can naturally run on the scroll, and gradually move to the left with the stroke of the pen. , a clumsy yet indulgent aura leaped out.

'new'

Sangsang tilted her head to look at the words written by Ning Que, showing a hint of doubt.

"I will find someone to engrave this word on the plaque tomorrow to fill the gap in front of the original 'study'."

Ning Que put down his brush and nodded in satisfaction, but he heard Sangsang say, "It costs a lot of money to find someone to engrave. I heard from the owner who sells hot and sour noodle soup that the previous plaque was carved by Mr. Zhou with a wave of his hand." It came out, or young master, you should try to engrave it. Maybe you can save a lot of money."

"If you want you to go, you can go, so much nonsense~!" Ning Que twitched the corner of his mouth and muttered, "Open your mouth, Mr. Zhou, shut up, Mr. Zhou, I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup you have been poured into your little girl. You look a little bit crazy. Startled."

Sangsang let out a cry, and retreated weakly to the side. Ning Que turned his anger into strength, took advantage of the situation and wrote a few more words, and asked Sangsang to take them out together tomorrow and find someone to frame them, and then hang them in the main hall for sale.

Sangsang hesitated, "What about the writing on the wall now?"

Ning Que hugged his elbows with both hands, showing a proud expression, "Pick them off, pack them up and sell them together."

Thus, in a misty drizzle, "Xinbizhai" opened quietly on Forty-seventh Lane in the east of the city.

On the opening day, Zhou Ji didn't come to congratulate. The merchants and residents on the street didn't even know that this 'old' study room suddenly became a 'new study room' except for the shop selling hot and sour noodle soup yesterday. .

Even Zhou Ji didn't expect that the blank space he prepared for Ning Que on the plaque would change from old to new.

Under the eaves of the new study, Ning Que stood inside the sill with a cheap red clay teapot and watched the wind and rain outside the sill. In the rain, there was a person walking directly against the pedestrian peddler who was returning home from the stall. Is it for the lakeside at the end of the street, or for the new pen studio that has not received a single business in two days after opening.

As if aware of Ning Que's glance towards him, the middle-aged man paused and came to the eaves of the new study to shelter from the rain. Ning Que sized him up, wearing an upright green shirt with a sword casually tied around him, with thick eyebrows and big eyes , with a high nose and wide mouth, with a free and easy expression on his face, the moment his smile appeared, it actually illuminated the rain outside the eaves.

Glancing at the blank space next to the word "Study" on the plaque, the word "New" was added, looked at Ning Que curiously at Xiaoshu, and said, "Little brother"

Before he could finish his sentence, Ning Que corrected him with a smile: "You can call me boss, or you can call me brother Ning, don't call me little brother just because I look young, like I can't read When you wear a sword, I call you a swordsman..."

"Okay, little brother." Chao Xiaoshu didn't change his address, and said with a smile: "I just want to ask why little brother is here, and where did the previous owner of this shop go?"

Ning Que smiled and said, "The reason why I am here is because someone rented this shop to me. As for the owner of this shop, maybe you can go to the academy to find it."

"Academy." Chao Xiaoshu smiled wryly, "I just came from the academy, and he's not there."

"It's really strange, where can the sweeping monk go if he doesn't sweep the floor in the Sutra Pavilion?" Ning Que shook his head, spread his hands and said, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for several days."

The rain outside the shop was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the ground with a splash, the water splashed into fog, the sight was getting worse and worse, and Chao Xiaoshu's heart was getting heavier and heavier. Sangsang learned how to make a bowl of hot and sour The noodle soup was brought over to Ning Que. Ning Que took the noodle bowl and walked to the threshold, squatted down and continued to watch the rain, and then began to eat the noodles with his head down.

Looking down at Ning Que who was squatting next to him, although Chao Xiaoshu could sense the sharp and fierce aura that only outlaws possessed from him, compared to Zhou Ji's unfathomable ability comparable to a god, Chao Xiaoshu still Sighing lightly, he buried his head into the rain curtain.

The spring rain continued for another three days, and the business in Linsiqi Lane was still so deserted.

Ning Que saw Chao Xiaoshu again, and the arrogant rain wet most of his green shirt, and the scabbard around his waist was also covered with water droplets, and the rain dripping from the paper umbrella splashed onto the front and back of the skirt, looking Somewhat embarrassed, but the strange thing is that this middle-aged man didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed. He stood quietly at the threshold with an oil-paper umbrella, looking at the uninterrupted rain in front of him, with a calm and calm expression, as if he had made some kind of decision.

Ning Que could tell that the other party wanted to kill, and the person who wanted to kill was not him, but he was blocking the door of his shop. Obviously, he was waiting for someone.

"The sweeping monk rented the shop to me and never showed up again. If you want to find him, you can go to the academy. The female teacher in the old library must know where he is." Ning Que twitched the corner of his mouth and said lightly.

Shaking his head towards Xiaoshu, he said in a deep voice, "It's not him I'm looking for today"

"It's not him? It can't be me, right?" Ning Que smiled, but found that there was no smile on the other party's face.

The torrential rain is still going on, and it seems to be getting bigger and bigger. Chao Xiaoshu calmly and gently talked about the situation he is facing, without making any concealment. When he heard that a brother died at the intersection of the street the day before yesterday, Ning A trace of unspeakable sadness flashed in Que's eyes.

Because that person is also his brother.

Chao Xiaoshu is going to kill someone tonight, but while killing someone, he also needs someone by his side.

If this person is Zhou Ji, he will be safe tonight.

But Ning Que is not Zhou Ji, and he doesn't want to be a replacement for Zhou Ji if he can't find him.

But he still agreed to Chao Xiaoshu. In this world, he only believed in three people, one was Sangsang, one was himself, and the other one died at the intersection of Linsiqi Lane the day before yesterday.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, no, there is no moon, only the night sky that has been like a day for thousands of years, and there are sparse stars.

A group of bright red fiery figures walked on the desolate and steep mountain road, looking towards the shoal of the rushing river in the distance.

The sparse stars are not enough to illuminate the dark night, but the awe-inspiring but proud sword intent above the rocks in the shoal hangs high between the sky and the earth like a bright light.

A man with gray hair and casually tied behind his head is sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, the stream in front of him is gurgling westward and merges into the big river in the distance, and he himself seems to be integrated with the river in front of him. The sharp sword that runs through heaven and earth stands on the banks of the great river. If anyone dares to look directly at his figure, it will not be long before his eyes will feel stinging and unbearable, and even blood and tears will flow out, and his eyes will become blind.

Seeing this extremely bright blood red coming upstream along the shoal, a trace of indifference and coldness flashed in Liu Bai's eyes.

Xiling Temple's Judgment Department. Chief Chief, Ye Hongyu.

No one among Jiange's younger generation disciples could beat him. Even though Liu Bai disliked Xiling, he still had to sigh with emotion for the aptitude and cultivation of the little girl in front of him.

And the cold arrogance in his bones.

"Junior Ye Hongyu has met senior."

Ten feet away, Ye Hongyu respectfully saluted Liu Bai deeply.

Glancing at the sword on Ye Hongyu's waist, Liu Bai could feel that the opponent was not good at swordsmanship. Maybe she had cultivated the Xiling magic and fan cage magic to a very high level, but as far as swordsmanship was concerned, she fell into a fog , far inferior to the practice of Xiling magic.

After all, Liu Bai is a guest minister of Xiling in name, acting in the name of Haotian, while Ye Hongyu is the head of the ruling department of the temple, but this trip is commensurate with junior seniors, and he visited late at night without bringing any relatives. Feeling a little curious, he asked, "Where did the chief minister say that?"

Ye Hongyu said in a deep voice, "This junior came to look for the sword."

"Looking for a sword?" Liu Bai became more and more curious. He lowered his head to look at the sword that Ye Hongyu was holding in both hands. An arc of light lay in front of Liu Bai.

The long sword looks ancient and clumsy, but it took only three to five years to make it. The surface pattern is specious, and it can be seen at a glance that it is an imitation sword.

However, the material of the sword body is excellent, and a large amount of black iron crystals are added. Although it is an imitation, it takes three to five years of hard work to refine it.

"Since senior is a sword master, he must know swordsmen in the world. I wonder if senior has seen this sword before?"

Liu Bai naturally knew that the sword Ye Hongyu was talking about was not the sword in front of him, but the original sword she had imitated. He had fought countless enemies in his life, and he remembered every sword and everyone clearly. He had never seen this one before.

With a thought, the long sword flew back in an instant, Ye Hongyu didn't move, seeing the long sword flying in front of him, he still looked as usual, but when he heard Liu Bai's rhetorical question, the arrogance in his eyes thawed out.

"Are you looking for the sword, or the owner of the sword?"

That night ten years ago resurfaced in his mind like a nightmare. Liu Bai's words were like swords. Seeing the killing intent and hatred in Ye Hongyu's eyes, he sighed, "I have never seen this sword before, but this sword Although there are Dao patterns, but it is not an orthodox Dao sword, you might as well go to the Tang Academy and ask the master, maybe, he may recognize the origin of these patterns and the identity of the person who uses the sword."

"Master. Datang"

Xiling and Datang were not very easy to deal with, and the master didn't see him as soon as he wanted, Ye Hongyu thought for a while, then suddenly remembered the college exam that was about to start, made a decision in his heart, pursed his lips and bowed to Liu Bai before doing it. After a salute, he said in a deep voice, "Thank you senior for reminding me, this junior understands."

The bright red fiery back flowed down the river, watching Ye Hongyu's fading figure, Liu Bai pointed to the sword and drew the phantom of the simple long sword in the void, the sword light dissipated, and his body radiated with it. With a strong fighting spirit.

It has been almost eight years since the sword was imitated, and I don't know what kind of enmity this swordsman has with this proud little red fish?

This chief officer who was so proud to the core would rather let go of his pride and find him, even Liu Bai himself couldn't help being a little bit murderous.

With such a sword, what about its strength?

famous? Above the Five Realms? There are very few top swordsmen in the world.

Kill one, lose one.

Xiling, Taoshan.

On the majestic mountain stands the temple that has not changed through the years.

"Are you going to Datang?"

The High Priest of Judgment sat on a divine throne carved out of a whole block of black jade from the South China Sea. The two people standing in the hall lowered their heads, their eyes hidden under the mask showed a hint of sneer. "Prince Longqing went to Datang to take over as a proton, chief minister, why did you do that? Is it possible that you also want to go up to the tower to learn from a teacher and be admitted to the academy?"

Ye Hongyu stood with his head held high, his expression cold and arrogant, as if he didn't pay attention to the great priest in front of him at all, "I have my own reasons."

A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the high priest who ruled. The mask covered his expression, but the increasingly dignified air around him was enough to see the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Ever since Ye Hongyu took over as the head of the Judgment Department, her attitude has become more and more arrogant, and she has gradually lost control, especially after she took over the Judgment Department. Whenever the great priest sees the sword, there will be subconscious dread and panic.

In contrast, Prince Longqing was equally arrogant, but he never dared to show his arrogance in front of Ye Hongyu, let alone in front of the adjudicating priest. At this moment, he could only maintain his usual elegant and dignified demeanor, standing Waiting for the two of them to say goodbye.

Now there is only more than a month left before the exam at Datang Academy, and only by getting close to the academy and going up to the second floor can you get rid of the fate of the proton and take control of your life.

This is Prince Longqing's only chance and also his last chance.

Next to him, the arbitrating priest did not have a dispute with the adjudicating chief finally came to a conclusion. Ye Hongyu left with his sword, disregarding the priest's face at all, almost tearing himself apart from him, but Long Qing himself could only follow his lead. Following the usual etiquette, after saluting respectfully to the great priest, he left slowly.

The one-and-a-half-month journey was neither short nor long, and Long Qing originally thought that Ye Hongyu's insistence on sending him to Datang was entrusted by the idiot Lu Chenjia. Ye Hongyu had already left the team ahead of time and couldn't wait to go to Datang.

It's as if...you are in a hurry to meet someone.