Chapter 77： Talent

(Six thousand words, no chapters. There may be another chapter at night.)

Late at night, the An Wang Mansion is still brightly lit, and between the courtyards and courtyards, there are armored men visiting from time to time.

Li Yan was holding the official seal of Chang'an Mansion Shao Yin and was closing his eyes.

For a long time, he opened his eyes, put down the official seal, and sighed in his heart: "The four lucks of the official position did not even allow me to improve to the fifth level of qi training. From now on, there is more and more of the luck needed to break through the realm. Now. "

He got up and came to the window, looked down with his hands, and looked at the night view of the palace. He said, "The fourth-grade official luck is just the cultivation of the fourth layer of my Qi training, and it is upgraded to the later stage. To further improve the realm, Requires exceptional luck. "

He was thinking about these things, and Song Jiao suddenly came over and told her something about Tsing Yi knocking on the door.

Tsing Yi Ye Men is an intelligence agency established by Song Jiao.

"Today, two monks who practiced four levels of qi training are the highest in this group, but Lulu is also the highest." Song Jiao stood beside Li Xu and said, "The money you previously allocated to me, although There are many left, but judging by the current momentum, I am afraid it will not take long. "

Li Xuan said, "The shops of the Wangfu Mansion in Chang'an City and the farm produce outside the city are almost ready to collect money. After a while, I will reassign the silver money to you ... How many people are there in Tsing Yi? ? "

Song Jiao replied: "Thirty-six."

Li Wei Weinanhan: "Just that?"

Song Jiao gave Li Yan a white look: "I would rather lack than to be indiscriminate. The people I want, first of all, must practice qi, and secondly test their mental ability. I am never going to want to be a prodigal person."

Li Min nodded. Since they are all monks who practice qi, it is not surprising that the price is high. From Song Jiao's point of view, of course, they will select a competent man. This is how they can find the hidden beauty of Luyan Jinwu. , We can see some clues.

With this in mind, Li Min could not help but look at Song Jiao. This is not good, and he could not help but look at his heart.

Under the action of dragon spirit, Li Xuan saw Song Jiao's head floating above him, and there was a faint tendency to converge towards him-that was Song Jiao's fortune.

The eight hundred Jiashi of the palace were lowered, representing the airflow of their fortune, mostly white, and the airflow over Song Jiao's head turned out to be black and red, not knowing how many levels.

Not only that, there are many small airflows faintly around the Xuanchi airflow, and the "cloud sea" formed by the condensate forms a star-gathering moon.

Li Yan's eyes narrowed, and with his understanding of Qiyun, it is not hard to think that those small airflows should be the Qiyun of other monks in the Tsing Yi Qiang Gate that she led, and now came towards her.

It ’s just that there is no dragon spirit in Song Jiao ’s body, and she ca n’t really absorb these fortunes and turn them into cultivation power, and those fortunes have n’t really integrated into her destiny. Although she obeyed her, she was not completely loyal to her.

Thinking of this, Li Zhi suddenly light up.

Most of the people in Wangfujia are low-ranked, average-minded, and average-lucky. They are destined for ordinary achievements, so the power of luck is not great. However, if those monks in Tsing Yi Yamen are much higher, they must be lucky. There are a lot of heights. If they can be loyal to themselves, they will be able to further improve their cultivation.

However, monks, desperate people, it is too difficult for them to be true allegiance.

After Li Zhi realized this, he didn't get discouraged, but instead set his eyes on Song Jiao's destiny and fortune. Those Xuanchi qis tended to converge on him, but they did not fully converge. This shows that Song Jiao has loyalty to him, but not enough.

"Song Jiao was originally a father's person. I came back to Chang'an to avenge my father, but if we get along, it would not be surprising if she said that she had some loyalty to me." Li Yiru thought.

Since meeting Li Jiao with Song Jiao, he first killed Li Guanshu, and then stabbed Kang Chengxun. Now he “submits” Lu Yan, presumably he has no admiration for Li Jiao ’s mental intelligence, and Li Jiao now worships the fourth grade. There are also Wang Duo and others as the party feathers, and the forces cannot be underestimated.

At that time, Song Jiao would be loyal to Li Xian. Isn't it because of these reasons?

"She could be loyal to her father back then, and now naturally it is possible to be loyal to me, just to see if there is such an opportunity." Li Yiru thought.

Li Yan was jealous of Song Jiao ’s natural fortune, after all, it was Xuan Chi ’s vitality. Even Lu Yan ’s natural fortune was not better than her. You must know that in terms of the status of a court official, Lu Yan was Wei Baoheng. The second person under the dynasty.

"Her cultivation, I am afraid that it is higher than I expected. Previously, whether it was against Li Guanshu or against Kang Chengxun, she might have hidden her strength. In addition, she is a disciple of Bailudong, and her wrists are all good. It also makes sense to have a sense of mysterious redness ... but this is still scary enough. "Li Min thought silently, he felt instinctively that if Song Jiao could be truly loyal to him, he would be able to His practice is to promote a big step!

"What do you keep staring at me for?" Song Jiao just asked this sentence, and she felt dizzy and a little unstable. She helped her forehead back a few steps, and her face was a little pale.

Li Min quickly drew his eyes and reached out to help Song Jiao: "Are you okay?"

"You ... you got a drug in this room? You ... what are you going to do to me?" Song Jiao faintly reluctantly stood still, and immediately looked at Li with vigilance. Alas, the look of alert seemed to have treated Li Zhi as a hooligan.

Li Yan was ashamed, and difficult to explain. Seeing Song Jiao flee from his "devil's palm", he could only laugh awkwardly: "You think too much."

Fortunately, Song Jiao quickly recovered Qingming. If not, maybe she would take a shot. She gave Li Wei a strange look, and felt instinctively that she couldn't stay here more: "I'm fine, I'm gone ... . "

When she went out, she whispered, "Why is this little devil, when I look at me, I get dizzy, is it because I have cultivated a charm such as ecstasy? How can any man cultivate that thing!"

Li Min watched Song Jiao go far, opened his mouth, speechless.

Converging his mind, Li Min continued to think about the problem of cultivation. Song Jiao's situation gave him a lot of inspiration, and he gradually realized: "Each person has his own life, and each person has different luck. The power of luck is greater, and it is more effective for my cultivation ... It seems that it is time to gather a group of real talents, which will not only improve my cultivation, but also for my future achievements. It ’s very helpful. "

Right now, Li Yan and Lu Yan are trying to overthrow Wei Baoheng. This is a big move, and no one knows whether there will be danger in the future and whether there will be fierce fighting. Before that, even if they can improve, Extremely useful.

In addition, the world is about to be chaotic. Li ’s plan is to go out of town, look for opportunities and fight for the world, and seek true dragon merit. Of course, it is not possible to help without real talents. Also need talents in all aspects.

Fortunately, Li Xie was born again, and those who have made great achievements in the lords after the chaos of the Yellow Nest were all heard of.

Li Xun pondered: "At present, there are a lot of talents near Changan, but most of them are in a good situation. I venture to ask others to trust me. Even if I am a prince, it is unlikely, but there are several situations that are not good. , But you can try one or two ... "

Thinking of this, Li Yan ordered people to call Song Jiao.

...

Located in Xuanpingfang, Dongcheng, the Qiqi Bridge is a lively place for individuals to come and go. Even at dusk, it is still full of traffic. On the street at the west end of the Qiqi Bridge, there is a calligraphy and painting stand. A young scholar is sitting behind the calligraphy and reading stand and reading a book.

It is a calligraphy and painting booth, but it is a layer of gray cloth that is four feet long and three feet long. There are only a few calligraphy paintings on the cloth. The scouts on the floor are washed white. It was clean and tidy. The thin-skinned gentleman read carefully and did not greet pedestrians.

Such a calligraphy and painting booth, of course, don't hope that many sales will happen, and although the calligraphy and painting look good, they are not from everyone's hands, and the real rich customers will not look at them more.

Seeing that the sunset was about to fall, the ordinary taximan looked up, and looked at the painting and calligraphy booth which was still neatly, with a sad look of sigh, and his stomach called two times out of place at this time, making the sadness in his eyes even more Thicker.

Rolling up the gray cloth, the scholar clamped them under the armpits, left the Qixi Bridge, and bought two buns with only two pennies in a bun shop not far away. Said it was buns. In fact, buns in this era had no stuffing, but the young scholar apparently didn't care about them. Anyway, it was hot. He bent down and bite a big mouth. Shizi in the crowd raised his cheeks and was quite satisfied.

"Tell you to steal something, I'll kill you, a mother-in-law and mother-in-law who doesn't learn well at a young age, why not die!"

As soon as the scholar took a bite of the bun, he saw a short distance away. A middle-aged man was chasing a child. The man was luxuriously dressed, and the child was ragged, probably six or seven years old. Chai, like a little beggar, despite holding his head desperately dodging, he fell to the ground all at once and was punched and kicked by a middle-aged man.

The gentleman's complexion changed, and he couldn't help eating buns, rushed to hold the middle-aged man, and kindly persuaded: "She's just a child. You can't take it with such a heavy hand!"

The middle-aged man kept his anger, looked at the scholar up and down, and gave a disdainful sigh: "Where is the poor scholar who dares to care about the uncle's gossip? Get out!"

The young gentleman lifted up the child and kept her behind, and said to the middle-aged man: "You have a golden robe, she can't eat it. Even if she steals some food from your family, you can just say a few words, how can a gentleman move? Hurt? "

"I'm going to your mother! You poor poor scholar from outside, don't pretend to be good with me. In my opinion, you are not a good thing. Is this little beggar stealing something from your master? Is it from a small place? Hybrid, it's so low! "The middle-aged man heard that the accent's accent was not Chang'an, and immediately developed a sense of superiority. He straightened his waist and looked more aggressive, and raised his sleeves when he said it. .

Shizi was so angry that he took out the documents to prove his identity and said, "I am a tributeman in the dynasty, do you dare to move me?"

The imperial court tribute was divided into two types. One was the apprentice, but the local tribute. As long as they had one of these two identities, they were regular scholars. They could not be offended by ordinary people, otherwise they would be investigated by the government .

The middle-aged man froze and stretched his neck to look at it. Seeing that the paperwork in the scholar's hand was not fake, this was no longer the thought of continuing to clamor, but he still threw his sleeves and snorted, "What a tributary gentleman Son, just a countryman, I don't think you will be admitted to the jinshi! "

Having said that, the middle-aged man left.

The gentleman was unconscious, but he had no other choice. He sighed, turned and crouched down, looking at the six or seven-year-old girl in front of him. There were still steamed cakes in her hand. At this time, she saw that the middle-aged man had gone and was stuffing her mouth, but there were too few scraps to eat.

The girl was dirty, and her face was covered with stains, but her eyes were very bright, like gems. Although she was beaten, her arms were blue and purple, but she did not shed tears, she looked extremely stubborn, but Because of her stubbornness, she seemed to **** the steamed cake in her mouth, which was extremely pitiful.

The scholar sighed, and said in his heart what kind of world it was. He passed the bun in his hand to the girl and said softly, "Come, here you are."

The girl looked at the scholar a few times, hesitating a little, after all, she couldn't bear the temptation of aroma. She took the bun and put it in her mouth desperately. From time to time, she filled the mouth with a small mouth, and finished one soon. Because she ate too fast, she was not embarrassed, and the scholar was even more distressed. She persuaded her to slow down while stroking her back, and handed another bun that he had taken a bite to the girl.

Among the people who kept coming and going, the gentleman squatting quietly in front of the girl seemed to forget his sorrow at this moment.

Looking at the bun in front of her, the girl shook her head hard. There was still a bun in her mouth, and the pronunciation was vague: "Full."

"A bun, where can I be full, eat it." The gentleman smiled purely, and the sunset sprinkled on his shoulder, also melted into his smile, the girl looked at her motionlessly, snorted, and slowly took the one. Bun, pull it out, and pass the big half to the scholar: "Together."

The gentleman froze and looked at the girl's earnest and pure eyes. At this moment, if there were tens of ants crawling in his heart, he was sour and very loud that he took the half of the buns.

"How can you be here alone? What about your family?"

"Myself."

The gentleman silently, he looked up at the direction of the sunset, and in the noisy flow of people, he could not put an end to beggars and young beggars in the city of Chang'an in the city of Zhuzhu and Huying Luoqi. , Self-cultivation, Qi family, governing the country, and peace, my generation reads books, reads sage books, is taught by the sages, and cultivates one's self-cultivation. But in this world, how do you go to peace? "

The scholar was panicked.

"Would you like to follow me?" The gentleman asked the girl, and when he said that, thinking about his situation, he laughed at himself, "I am just a gentleman, and I ca n’t live without food. If you follow me, there will be no A good life ... but if I eat a bite, I will not lose you. "

The girl opened her eyes and looked at the gentleman, blinked, as if she felt that the gentleman in front of her was a little strange and unusual, and she suddenly asked, asking a question to hold the gentleman: "You can teach me literacy ?"

Literacy.

The scholar waited for a long time.

At this time, the beggar-like girl asked such a question.

Shouldn't she be more concerned about whether she will be full in the future?

"Yes. As long as you want, the words I know and the books I have read can teach you." The scholar nodded firmly. At this moment, he seemed to see a foot of morning light shining into his chest.

"Then I follow you!"

A burlap shirt with a yellow muscled man, a girl with a skinny skin pulled by a shirt, walked along the street in the sunset.

From time to time, they came to a remote inn.

The inn is small, run down, and business is bad.

This is where scholars live. Datang Gongju, once a year, the scholar has lost his place for three consecutive years, but he did not leave, he has to be admitted to Jinshi. His hometown is far away from Chang'an City. The entanglement of boats and cars is a huge expense, and he can't afford to delay the time of traveling. Therefore, like many scholars, he finds a cheap place to live in for exams.

"Li Gongzi, it's time to settle your food." The scholar entered the inn and was stopped by the shopkeeper.

The girl who was holding the girl wondered, "I only saved a lot of money a month ago, and I didn't tell you what to do, and I paid for the food by working?"

The shopkeeper said indifferently: "You won't work at all, you don't look at it. How long have you broken the plates? Are these moneyless? Your consistent money is not enough to lose money. Where can I pay you? Money for your house, food? "

The student gritted his teeth: "How much should I pay?"

"Count it down, you still owe money."

"How come there are so many? I only ate a meal here with you all day, and all of them were cruel and cold ..."

"What kind of cruel and cold! What do you mean? You mean that the store treats you badly? I take you kindly and give you food to live in. You say that, do you still have a conscience?"

"But I worked ..."

"Are you working? You're clearly smashing the shop!"

"..."

The scholar was so angry that he knew that the inn was clearly beating him.

But he was really out of money, not even a word.

He is in Chang'an City and has no relatives, no one can ask for help.

He glanced back at the girl, her eyes widening, full of doubt.

Seeing the pure eyes of the stream, the scholar's heart softened.

He turned to face the shopkeeper, and whispered, "Well ... it's really shy in my pocket. I promise that I won't smash the plate in the future and have done such a long job. I'm already familiar with it, and please be forgiving. One or two ... "

"No discussion!" The shopkeeper waved a big hand, "Either give money or roll!"

The gentleman's face twitched.

At this time, the door suddenly thundered.

...

After half a ring, the scholar carried the book box, hugged the quilt, pulled the girl, walked out of the inn, and walked onto the cold streets, heavy rain, unexpected, dripping rain, just like the world laughed at him. .

In a small pavilion not far from Luqi Bridge, the scholar lowered the bookcase and spread the quilt in a small area in the pavilion that was not exposed to the wind and rain, so that the girl could rest.

The girl was very sensible, and without saying a word, she stuffed herself into the quilt.

At this time, when the sun is hot, although it is still hot, it is quite cold in the wind and rain, not to mention the night.

The girl showed a pair of obsidian eyes, staring at the disciple with her hand in front of the rain curtain, without blinking.

The scholar was desolate, he didn't even know what he should think about.

When life is in distress, do you think about how to get the next meal, or where is the ideal?

No next meal and no ideals.

Nothing at all.

no way no money.

For a long time, the sound of rain gradually increased, and thunder burst.

The scholar returned to the girl and crouched down. Seeing that she still had a pair of bright eyes, she could not help asking: "Now we have nowhere to go, you ... follow me, maybe not more than you alone Have a good time ... "

The scholar didn't say any more, because the girl's eyes had a moment of sorrow and fear, just like knowing that he was going to abandon her.

"I'll go to a shop tomorrow and be a buddy. I will do" Nine Chapters of Arithmetic ", at least I can eat it together." The scholar changed his mouth, and God knows how painful and painful he was to change mouth under the pressure of life. Not easy, isn't that a betrayal of one's creed in life, "Even if I don't test the tribute, I won't starve us to death!"

The girl did not speak, but there were crystal clear tears in those clear eyes.

"Sleep. Tomorrow, everything will be fine." The scholar smiled comfortably.

My generation reads books, reads sage books, and is taught by sages, why?

Govern the world?

Kuang Fu Society, save the times, and seek benefits for the people of the world?

If even the little girl in front of him cannot be saved, how can he save the people in the world?

The gentleman suddenly felt an indescribable emotion. He stood up, turned back abruptly, stood against the heavy rain, stood up, and looked up at the sky.

This Confucian scholar, at this moment, burst into arrogance.

He took a step towards the heavy rain.

There was a flash of lightning in the sky.

Immediately after the thunder fell.

The gentleman stepped down, and for a while, the spirit suddenly rose above Dantian.

One step to practice Qi!

...

"Unexpectedly, at this point in the rain, I could see with my own eyes that Confucian scholars have succeeded in realizing Taoism and achieved Qi in one step."

A man dressed in a black robe, holding an umbrella, walked from Luqi Bridge.

He stepped down from the Qixi Bridge to the kiosk.

He took the umbrella, handed it to the woman in the purple robe behind him, and arched to the scholar: "Li Gongzi, fortunately."

This man is Li Yan.

Behind him is Song Jiao.

The scholar sullenly said, "Who is your Excellency, and you recognize him?"

Li Yan smiled: "Li Zhengong, why don't you recognize him?"

Li Zhen, tried again and again. After the Chaos of Huang Chao, he turned to Tai Liang, the ancestor of Zhu Liang, Zhu Quanzhong. .

This is one of the talents that Li Yan is looking for.

Li Zhen was even more puzzled: "Your Excellency?"

Song Jiao said in a timely manner: "This is the king of the dynasty, Shao Yin of Chang'an."

"His Royal Highness An?" Li Zhen froze, revealing an incredible color.

Li Zhen's reputation has spread throughout Chang'an City, and Li Zhen has heard of it.

"Meet His Royal Highness An!" Li Zhen quickly saluted.

"Why is Li Gongzi polite? Get up quickly." Li Zheng raised Li Zhen without saying a few gossips, and said directly: "Li Gongzi is brilliant, brilliant, and I have admired your article. . Today's encounter is indeed destined, it is better to move to the palace, and lonely need to talk to the son of Bingzhu at night, to look at the son's style! "

When attending a tributary taxi in Chang'an City, in addition to reading books on weekdays, he would write a lot of articles by writing friends. The outstanding people would be widely circulated in Chang'an City. Li said that he had read Li Zhen's articles ,That's what I mean.

Li Zhen didn't expect that his article would be read by the prince of the dynasty and the top four members. He also commented so high that he was immediately flattered. In the face of Li Zhi's sincere invitation, he was greatly moved and did not want the little girl to be affected here. Frozen, he quickly agreed to Li's invitation.

"This girl ..."

"Oh, her name is Rui Mengmeng."