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Volume Two: The Edge of the Sword Appears Chapter 257: Luck

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    The capital has been prosperous since ancient times. It is not only the political center of the entire world, but also the cultural center. Its historical heritage is astonishingly profound.

    The city walls of the capital are majestic and have a stable foundation. They have withstood thousands of years of wind and rain. They asked experts from outside the world to survey the land, water, wind and fire, and study the Yin and Yang Bagua. Only then did they start construction and build the city out of flat ground.

    This city is surrounded by dragons and tigers, which can gather the world's luck, protect the prosperity of the dynasty, and pass it on from generation to generation.

    Seen from a high place, the capital is like a giant seal that carries the world, firmly covering the earth, as if it has taken root and sprouts, and cannot be shaken.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out out of the sky, blood and energy formed clouds, and there were countless rays of literary energy, wealth and noble aura, and official yellow energy, entwining into sheets and enveloping the capital.

    This, from a numerology perspective, is called "luck".

    Luck is like a rainbow, and all evil will not invade, which indicates that the Tianhua Dynasty still has a long political life, which cannot be easily changed.

    Thirty-three days, there is nothingness, fairy mountains are floating, and now on a floating island-like place, there are more than ten old men in unique clothes sitting cross-legged.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????]  It can be known from their clothing that these people have different origins.  Among them, the ones that are clearly identifiable are Yuhuadao, Shushan, Emei, Gukong Temple, etc. It can be said that the giants from all sides are here.

    These people who can be called immortals, of course, have very important things to discuss:

    "Two of them, their eyes shot out thousands of meters of light, looking from top to bottom, and the direction they were looking at was exactly where the capital was;

    There was another old man with a long beard and a chest that was mumbling something. He raised his hand and threw out two turtle shells

    There are also those who scatter copper coins, and those who play with horoscopes

    Anyway, all kinds of divination and arithmetic have their own magical powers.

    About an hour later, all movements stopped and everyone looked at each other, finding the answer from the other person's expression:

    An old man sighed: "This is the year when the virtuous way will be revived."

    Another old man carrying a sword on his back waved his beard and hair: "Luck is like a dragon, you cannot act against the will of heaven."

    An old man in black suddenly stood up: "Then we just watch and watch the sage become a god?"

    "At the beginning of the establishment of the Thirty-Three Heavens, there was a rule that we should not tamper with the world of mortals wantonly. This is a taboo. On the other hand, we are granted the title of righteous gods by the imperial court, so there are certain rules that must be followed."

    "Haha, it's not easy to turn a wise man into a god. Although we can't take action directly, we can use our hands and feet to create endless variables."

    "Of course, we have been doing this for thousands of years."

    "Okay, the world's energy has been calculated one by one. How specific it is, we just need to implement it."

    "This year's fortune will determine the fate of the country for a hundred years, and there is no room for error. Please don't hide your secrets, and please do your best."

    "please!"

    "please!"

    In the sound of words, many figures who were sitting on the ground suddenly blurred in place, and finally disappeared, as if they had escaped into space out of thin air, and no trace could be found anymore.

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    In the hot summer, the excitement of the capital has not diminished at all.  The streets were bustling with people, and the teahouses and hotels on both sides were even more crowded.

    In comparison, the "White Horse Temple" in the north of the city seems relatively quiet.

    The sound of reading can be heard from the southwest corner of the temple.

    Not long after, a wretched-looking man sneaked in and whispered: "Liu Xiucai, Liu Xiucai"

    Soon, the sound of reading stopped, and then a middle-aged scholar in simple clothes walked out.

    The man casually cupped his hands, put down the sack on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Liu Xiucai, there are more than five kilograms of waste paper here. I picked it up after running several streets. Please pay me."

    Liu Xiucai opened the sack, checked the paper inside, and said, "The quality of the paper this time is very poor."

    The man hurriedly said: "What's wrong? There is a large stack of rice paper inside."

    Liu Xiucai didn¡¯t want to argue with him any more, so he said, ¡°Let¡¯s do this, thirty coins.¡±

    "Thirty Wen is too little."

    "Wu Laosan, you are a waste of paper."

    "All right."

    The man agreed with some embarrassment, took the money, and muttered in a low voice: "You stingy man, you deserve to have taken the provincial examination five times and not pass even once."

    Liu Xiucai carried the sack into the house, poured out all the paper inside, and quickly started to select. He picked out a large pile in half a cup of tea.

    He came from a poor family and could not afford to buy a good Four Treasures of Study in his spare time. By chance, he thought of a good way to buy waste paper discarded by others to practice writing.

    In the skyIn the dynasty, paper was expensive, and many poor scholars could not afford pens and ink, so they could only practice with branches or sand as paper.

    "Oh, these are good rice papers, but it's a pity that they are all crumpled into balls."

    Liu Xiucai took out the wads of paper, feeling very distressed. He quickly opened them one by one, spread them on the desk, and smoothed them carefully with his palm.

    There are words written on the front of the paper. The contents of the words are varied, including poems, lyrics, and long sentences. The specific words and sentences are not surprising. Most of them are excerpts of famous sentences from the Tang Dynasty and famous sayings of sages.

    It¡¯s just that word

    Liu Xiucai glanced at it for a few times, and his eyes were suddenly attracted. He looked at one picture after another, and finally he was completely immersed in it.

    "Uh, no more"

    Fifteen in total.

    He couldn't help but turn it over again, looking at it carefully over and over again. The more he looked at it, the more interesting it became. He couldn't help but burst into laughter: "What a good word!"

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    The weather was sunny today, and Ye Junsheng took time to go shopping with Ye Junmei.

    Although they have lived in the capital for a while, they have not had a full look around.

    Ye Junmei was a little worried: "Brother, the provincial examination is about to start, does it really not matter?"

    Ye Junsheng smiled and said: "That's why we need to go out to relax and reduce stress."

    Ye Junmei doesn't quite understand. According to her impression, the closer the provincial examination is, the more nervous the scholars become. They wish they could take one day at a time and bury themselves in books for fear of forgetting something.

    Well, my brother is not an ordinary person and cannot be treated according to common sense.

    Then go out for a walk.

    The two of them went out happily and headed directly to the busiest Zhuque Street.

    Walking all the way, looking all the way, eating all the way - the main force of eating is of course Ye Junmei. Although the girl is pretty and delicate, she is a mess when it comes to eating snacks, and she has a great appetite.

    I was a little tired from walking, so I went in to a large teahouse, found a seat, ordered a pot of good tea, and drank it leisurely.

    The teahouse was very lively and noisy.  A number of household items were placed above, including an erhu and a small drum, but it was in a storyteller's manner.

    The storyteller, who is over sixty years old, holds two wooden boards in his hands, snaps them together, and starts telling:

    A monkey that breaks out of a rock?

    "Seventy-two changes in the clouds and fog?"

    Havoc?

    When Ye Junsheng heard this, he felt an overwhelming sense of instant vision, and couldn't help but look at Ye Junsheng's eyebrows.

    Ye Junmei pursed her lips and smiled, and whispered: "Brother, I have compiled all the stories you told me before. After I came to the capital, you were not around for a while, and I felt bored, so I found a book publisher to publish it in a volume at my own expense  This is the only book that has been published so far, and I didn¡¯t expect it to be mentioned by storytellers.¡±

    At your own expense?

    Ye Junsheng¡¯s forehead was full of black lines: As one of the means for time travellers to make a fortune, it fell into our hands and was humiliated for no reason.

    Ashamed!  (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
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