Mutated Tao: Zhuge Yuan Extra Story 2: Minglun Hall (thanks to Baiyinmeng
Chapter 1030 Zhuge Yuan Extra Story 2: Minglun Hall (thanks to the leader of Baiyin, please don't stay in this barber shop) "Wang Changxu has been dead for a hundred years?" Zhuge Yuan couldn't help opening his mouth when he got the news.
He really didn't expect this to happen. It is obvious that Wang Changxu is an old friend of the Master, but the Master did not consider that his old friend is a human being, and the life span of a person is not as long as a year.
It is impossible to go back, the bull has blown out, if you go back, where will you put your face.
But everyone is dead, what should we do now? "Well, this senior.
" Zhuge Yuan raised his hands towards the old man with black and white robes in front of him, and immediately thought of a countermeasure.
"Senior, what Zhuge Yuan said is absolutely true, my master is indeed an old friend of that old senior, if you don't believe me, dare to ask this senior Wang Changxu if he has descendants? You can ask one or two.
" "My wife's appearance is peculiar. As long as the senior Wang Changxu said it, his descendants will definitely remember it.
" Hearing Zhuge Yuan's words, the old man stood still and did not answer immediately, but continued to look at the young man in front of him suspiciously.
Until the sky gradually darkened, the other party finally let go again.
"I'm sorry you don't dare to make trouble in Minglun Hall, come with me.
" Hearing this, Zhuge Yuan was overjoyed, no matter what, let's go in first.
He thought the door behind him would open, but he didn't expect the old man to walk towards the small door next to him.
"What is your status? You also walk through the main entrance of Minglun Hall? This way.
" "There are so many rules in this Minglun hall," Zhuge Yuan thought secretly in his heart, followed the old man to the side door.
After entering the gate, the sky outside had gradually darkened, and the buildings at the gate had become so dim that Zhuge Yuan couldn't see very clearly, but felt that there were endless layers of buildings in the distance.
Following the old man, Zhuge Yuan walked into a rain corridor with green tiles, and walked towards the depths of the building.
As we walked, the surroundings became brighter. The light source came from the square white lanterns hanging on both sides of the rain corridor, and poems and songs were written in various fonts on each lantern.
There are some poems Zhuge Yuan has learned from his master, but he has never seen some poems, so he couldn't help being fascinated by watching them all the time.
When he came back to his senses again, he found that he followed the old man to a two-story exquisite courtyard.
"Follow, don't look at what you shouldn't look at, don't say what you shouldn't say.
" After the old man finished speaking coldly, he stepped over the door frame and walked in.
Passing through the small garden, Zhuge Yuan saw a handsome young man writing something in the hall with a pen, rubbing ink, and a fan.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
His face has soft lines and fair skin, if the other party was not dressed in a green shirt and a scholar, Zhuge Yuan would have thought the other party was a woman.
"Wait, three hands?" Zhuge Yuan couldn't help but get excited.
Before he came forward to chat enthusiastically, the old man spoke again.
"Yuting, get up Fuluan, and explore this kid's bottom.
" After the old man finished speaking to the young man, he turned around and looked at Zhuge Yuan, "If he lied, then come in and don't even think about leaving! "As soon as the words fell, the white square lanterns outside the house went out one by one from far to near, and the environment outside the house instantly became pitch black.
Seeing this scene, Zhuge Yuan was a little nervous, and he couldn't help reaching out his hand to the bamboo basket behind him, grabbing the sharp weapon for self-defense.
"Master, you can't trick me, can you? I'm just here to study, why is there such a big battle.
" But the old man didn't bother to pay attention to what Zhuge Yuan said at the moment, as he slapped the table with one hand, a two-forked peach tree branch in the sea of pens beside the table was directly shaken.
Not waiting for the branch to fall, he followed the young man named Yuting, grabbed one end each, and hung the branch in the middle of the desk.
The hanging branch slid suddenly, and the ink written on the calligraphy and painting quickly leaked from the paper and seeped into the lower end of the branch.
As the ink was absorbed, new buds began to grow on the peach tree branch, and as the new buds grew, the ink sucked into the branch began to change from black to pale green.
The light in the room became flickering, and the light source seemed to split from one to several, and as the other hand stretched out from the old man's armpit, the room became terrifying.
"Get up!" The two changed hands at the same time, grabbed the peach tree branch with their extra hands and shook them.
But soon the mahogany tree seemed to be out of their control, shaking and fell on the blank rice paper and began to write.
"The chickens and dogs here are also gods, I believe there is another heaven in Taoyuan.
I feel that the spring breeze is all about, and the green willows are like picturesque willows.
" The pen stopped and turned off, and the moment I finished writing, everything around me became quiet, only Zhuge Yuan's flustered aura floated in the room together.
He lifted his sleeve and wiped his forehead, only to realize that his forehead was covered with cold sweat at some point.
"Seniors, I'm not lying. My wife and Wang Changxu are really old friends. Even if they are not, then at most they just found the wrong door.
"Zhuge Yuan tried hard to defend himself.
"Huh..." The old man wanted to say something, but was interrupted by others.
"Ah, oh, it's alright, alright, since Ni Xianshun, senior Wang Changxu, said that he's fine, then he's probably fine.
Master, let's watch the characters.
" The young man named Yuting spoke for the first time.
His voice is not like his appearance, but it is extraordinarily hearty.
The old man and the young man muttered around the green letter, but left Zhuge Yuan aside in the cold.
"Am I really looking for the right place? Is this what the master said? Why doesn't it feel right?" Zhuge Yuan looked at the lights outside the house that were turned on again, and thought to himself.
"Should be right? They all have three hands.
" When Zhuge Yuan looked again, he found that the extra hand of the other party was gone.
Complaining in his heart, Zhuge Yuan wandered around the house with small steps, looked at the strange stones on the bamboo cabinet, and the paintings on the wall. This was a bit different from the grand ambitions he had in mind when he left the village.
"Yuting, calm down this kid tonight, I'll ask the master to have a look.
" As the old man waved his sleeve on the green character, the four lines of green characters floated out from the Xuan character and landed on his cuff.
The old man seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to Zhuge Yuan, and walked out of the house coldly.
Zhuge Yuan wanted to speak but stopped, turned around and cupped his hands helplessly at the young man named Yuting, "Why don't you open the door and let me out? I'll look for it again.
" "Hey, it's okay.
Uncle Si Gong is like this.
"Compared to the old man's attitude, this young man named Yu Ting is much more easy-going.
"You can stay at my place tonight, we'll talk about it tomorrow, by the way, kid, what's your name?" "My name is Zhuge Yuan, from the day Master picked me up.
" "It's a pleasure to meet you, Zhuge brother, Xiaosheng Li Jinshu, named Yuting, don't worry, senior Wang Changxu is a great Confucian, he still has to give him face, you can enroll tomorrow, and from now on you will also be a disciple of Minglun Hall .
" Following Zhuge Yuan's easy-going conversation with this young man named Li Jinshu, the feeling of uneasiness in his heart slowly subsided.
It seems that I did not find the wrong place, but the old man was very harsh just now.
After chatting for a while, Zhuge Yuan, who had been walking for a day, was also tired. After asking Li Jinshu where he lived, he prepared to go to have a good rest.
When Zhuge Yuan was about to leave, Li Jinshu began to write and continued to write. Zhuge Yuan walked to the door and cast a curious glance from a distance, "The white butterfly fluttered its wings and trembled the calyx, and the dragonfly touched the water to sniff the flower house.
" "Amount..."