Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 43: How much do you know in the dream?

The flying new wind engulfed the yellow sand outside the Great Wall, along the long-standing Luo River, and hit Luoyang overnight.

Qingming breaks snow, valley rains breaks frost, everything grows in the beginning of summer, Xiaoman is dissatisfied, dry and cut fields, and awns are planted silently.

During this period, Ye Que always let Qian calligraphy and painting practice straight stabs, but the weight of the gun was getting heavier and heavier, and the body of the gun was getting longer and longer. The only trace of gentleness and beauty in Qian Shuhua's body has also been trained by himself to become a powerful soldier, and his skin is even unseen in a white place, completely bronzed.

The number of people in Tianmen has also gone from three at the beginning, to a few hundred, and now several thousand.

It's definitely incomparable with those super gangs, but in this Luoyang city, it can be regarded as a lot of power. Especially the intelligence information, almost all the street news on the market, can definitely be collected and sent to Ye Que within an hour.

With the help of these piecemeal pieces of news, Ye Que deduced several times, already guessing the movements of the monster race and the realm of cultivation in Luoyang City.

When and where was He Pawn unearthed?

Still no one knows.

This period of time is the tranquility before the storm, depressed, nervous, and sensitive, but no one dares to act rashly, because it is likely to trigger a war between the two races.

Even Shushan clamored all day long, wanting to slay demons and demons, and righteously fight, but if you let him be the first to try against the demons, he will definitely have 10,000 reasons to prevaricate.

There is even a secret message showing that above the court, it’s not a single piece of iron. Most people are more or less inextricably linked to certain cultivation sects, while a few people say that they are inextricably linked to certain cultivation sects. Unclear way is unknown.

Under the power, strength is the respect.

Besides, there is no real two-sleeved breeze. These thousands of years have passed. Even if it is rote memorization, the demon should have learned the way of human beings, such as sugar-coated shells, beauties, and corrosion.

The method is rude, but it works.

There must be a brave man under heavy bribes.

Ye Que didn't pay attention to this, he just kept sifting out some within the acceptable range from these news, and then took the money for painting and calligraphy.

Nightwalking God Capital.

Every time they do it, Ye Que is the first to investigate. Only when the Zhengdao Sect and the Yaozu are present at the same time, they will take action, and strive to kill with one shot, and then disguise the scene as the right way that has been attacked by the monster, or suffer The demon attacked by the right way.

If someone above the psychic realm hides behind the scenes, Ye Que will immediately retreat, with thousands of the lowest Tianmen disciples as cover, almost without a trace, leaving no trace.

Although Ye Que's realm at this time is still acquired, but with his vision and Tianyuan's perception, it is still unlikely to be life-threatening in the current Luoyang City.

As in the past, the problem of lack of spirit stones has finally been solved. Although it is certainly not enough for the entire Tianmen, it is more than enough for the three people, Ye Que and Qian Shuxiao.

The treatment is comparable to that of a genius disciple of a master of cultivation.

It's midsummer.

It happened to be a clear sky on this day.

On Yongning Avenue in Luoyang City, the catkins fluttering and messy has just passed. The green plants on the side of the road are as dense and moist as butter. The grass is faintly connected from a distance, and it is full of vitality under the warm sun. Luoyang City is about to usher in the most beautiful season of the year.

Qian Shuhua did not practice marksmanship today, and went out early. She had to prepare a gift for Qian Shuxiao, and then go to the academy, because today is the day of Qian Shuxiao’s visit and the ceremony.

It’s a very important day for a man to reach his 20th birthday. As a sister, I have to go to the ceremony anyway.

Go to Baozhaihang to take out the gilt hollow pearl abacus that was ordered a few days ago, and then went to the academy.

White Horse Academy, established 437 years ago, is the oldest school in Luoyang. Many civil and military officials, and merchants, all of whom sent their children to study here. It is due to the fact that Baima Academy was built in the same year as the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and grew up with the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and cultivated countless sages and ministers for the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

I saw more than a dozen luxurious carriages along the way, and they were walking on the same road. Several carriages even recognized Qian's calligraphy and invited them to board the carriage, but Qian's calligraphy and painting politely refused.

Since she followed Ye Que's practice, she has bid farewell to carriages and other means of transportation. Walking on both legs can better understand the laws of the earth.

The sun is shining. At a position slightly to the right of the north of Luoyang City, there is a courtyard with a huge area. Rows of rows and grass are everywhere. On the small square in front of the courtyard is a white horse dragging a scroll. Going further inside, there is a row of shadow walls planted with green trees and red flowers. Behind the shadow wall is an unexplained number of black and white buildings like pens and inks. Everything is like a middle scene in a painting, and it is antique.

"Sister, how do you think of the college today?" A young boy's voice came in his ear.

"It's Ah Xiao and the ceremony today. I'm here to watch the ceremony." Turning his head, it turned out that it was his junior and younger brother when he was studying in the academy. Qian Shuhua replied plainly, and then he saw a figure in the corner of his eye.

Through the white horses in the square, past the green trees and red flowers, in front of a black and white hall, a woman dressed in red Xiuhe, with the willow waist swaying lightly, and the corners of her mouth smiling.

Five meters in front of the woman, a scholar held his breath and focused on the spring breeze.

The woman is Lin Mei'er, Ye Yunhai's fiancée, and the scholar is a talented painter she invited with a lot of money.

Lin Meier came to the academy today to complete a set of paintings. She was thinking about the grandfather she gave to her on the wedding day. To this end, she hopes that the painter will draw herself into the White Horse Academy~IndoMTL.com~ to put her most beautiful face in her pen and leave it in the golden years of her husband.

Looking at Lin Meier's frown in the distance, Qian Shuhua felt that his feet were completely out of control, his heart was burning with anger, and his throat was nauseous.

The breeze is coming, and there is a burst of coolness.

The summer flowers were blown off, but they couldn't quench the fire of Qian's calligraphy and painting.

She thought a lot about the distance of one hundred meters. Looking at the grass and trees in the academy, countless pictures were erratic, and she went back to the past in a daze, "Remember when I was young, I loved chatting and you loved laughing. Once side by side. Sitting under the peach tree, the wind is in the forest and the birds are calling. We do not know how to fall asleep, how much we know in our dreams."

The wind is still those winds, and the birds are still those birds, just.

The tree fell.

The dream is broken.

People are lost.

Standing in front of Lin Mei'er wearing Xiuhe, Qian Shuhua's expression finally returned to normal, and she was as plain as water. When she wanted to come, this was her own place, and she had to learn to exercise restraint.

"Lin Meier, here is the White Horse Academy, where students seek knowledge and inquiries, not your back garden."

"A good dog does not stand in the way, you are blocking the painter's painting." Facing Qian's calligraphy and painting, Lin Meier has a good face, and she has studied martial arts since she was a child, but she never went to a private school. Will speak well and obediently.

"You are not welcome here, please leave immediately." Qian Shuhua restrained his own words and pointed to the outside of the courtyard.

"What are you? Let me leave?" Lin Mei'er made a mockery with her hands on her hips.

"I am their elder sister." Qian Shuhua pointed to the college students who gathered next to him, and got a swift nod, then pointed to Lin Meier, "I want to scratch my head and pose, go home and scratch!"

(Thanks to the leader of the book friend 54541917 for the reward, my salute.)