Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 391

Tang He felt that Lu Wensheng had always had good luck. He puffed out his cheeks, with crumbs of osmanthus cake dripping down the corners of his mouth. He muttered incoherently, "So the number one scholar is my senior brother. It was so lively yesterday. Many people threw snacks into my broken bowl, saying that they wanted to take advantage of the number one scholar's good fortune."

These words made the other two people couldn't help but look at their faces with pity: Poor kid, this is too miserable.

Yan Zhaoming silently broke off half a piece of osmanthus cake and stuffed it into his mouth. The sweet aroma mixed with the smell of mud on his cuffs made the current situation seem even more absurd.

But he was the young master of Fentian Valley after all. Even though he had fallen into the mud and was rolling around, he was still a little picky when he ate the osmanthus cake: "This cake has too much icing sugar, it's too sweet." Having said that, he reached out and took another piece.

He glanced at Lu Wensheng's moon-white cotton robe, which was washed so much that it looked pale. The collar was still stained with wall dust from climbing over the wall. He suddenly felt that his muddy Confucian robe was not so terrible. "Brother Lu is really capable. How can a top scholar be so low-key?"

Lu Wensheng looked at the two men who looked like hungry ghosts, shook his head helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "If they were not low-key and walked around in brocade robes, they would be dispersed by the crowd of people who were looking for a son-in-law before they even got here."

"By the way, Fellow Daoist Lu, how did you find us?"

"I came to visit Mr. Xike. I heard a commotion in your yard from afar, but..." Looking at the two "mud monkeys" with bulging cheeks, Lu Wensheng sighed.

"Would you guys go clean up first?"

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The three of them packed up and headed west of the city along the mossy stone road.

Deep in Huaiye Lane, Mr. Xike is well-known. With a little inquiry, you can find out where he lives. However, the residence of this well-known gentleman is not luxurious. Behind a bamboo fence covered with vines, a small courtyard with green tiles and white walls stands quietly.

A pond was dug in the corner of the yard, with a few white lotuses curled up on the water, as if they were asleep; a few clusters of black chrysanthemums were planted by the fence, which had not yet bloomed, but already had a somewhat aloof and proud appearance, giving off a bit of a hermit-like vibe.

However, the three men seemed to have arrived at the wrong time. The soundproofing of the house was not very good. Lu Wensheng had just stepped onto the three stone steps and had not yet knocked on the wooden door when he suddenly heard a fierce quarrel coming from inside the house.

A few rays of candlelight leaked through the gaps in the carved wooden door, stretching the figure on the window paper. Then a "bang" was heard, as if someone had slammed the table.

"Sir, if you insist on doing this, you will be playing with your own life!" The voice was sharp and had the unique sharpness of a young man, and there was a trembling cry in the ending tone, which made Lu Wensheng's heart jump suddenly - this voice was somewhat similar to the young man he met at the entrance of the formation.

The young man cried with anger in his voice: "They clearly want to use your life to whitewash the situation. Why do you have to be buried with this rotten Xiangsheng City?"

"Zheng Xiu!" Another voice came in a deep voice, followed by the sound of porcelain colliding, as if a teacup was pushed across the table. "Don't talk nonsense! Although the pen and ink are small, they can also be used as swords; although we are weak, we should keep our original hearts. Do you know that the "parade of the top scholar" and "the grand feast in the palace" that fill the streets are all illusions woven with living souls? If even we close our eyes and turn a blind eye, when will those imprisoned souls see the light of day?"

"Idiot! You don't know what's good for you! You'll die! What's the point?! Is there anything more important than your life?! Why do you still want to go! Just ignore those selfish guys!"

Lu Wensheng subconsciously held his breath and exchanged glances with Yan Zhaoming.

Tang He hid between the two of them, his head poking out from under Lu Wensheng's armpit, his nose almost touching the gap in the wooden door: "Oh, it's the man who led us into the formation!" He lowered his voice, and the patch on his cuff rubbed against the copper ring on the wooden door, making a slight "click" sound.

"shut up!"

The sudden scolding in the room scared Tang He.

Tang He was originally trying to peek through the crack in the door, but was startled by the sudden shout and slipped, falling forward and about to fall into the house.

Lu Wensheng was quick-witted and quick-handed. He grabbed the back of his coarse cloth shirt and pulled him back. Tang He staggered to his feet and patted his chest in shock.

The wooden door was pushed open with a creaky sound, bringing up a gust of wind carrying the scent of ink. A young man was seen standing at the door, with traces of tears still on his pale face and his eyes were red as if soaked in blood, but he forced his chin up, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

His ink-black eyes swept over the three people, his eyes were full of undisguised sarcasm and disdain, as if he was looking at three ignorant ants.

"If you cultivators want to stay alive, don't think about finding the center of the formation. You can at least stay alive even if you don't do anything well."

Tang He's eyes widened immediately and he jumped in anger: "Hey, how do you talk like that?" This kid had one face outside the formation and another face when he came in. He changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book.

Yan Zhaoming folded his arms and sneered, with a mocking arc on the corner of his lips: "Why should I believe you? You are just a little kid who hides his head and shows his tail." He deliberately prolonged the last syllable, his tone full of contempt.

The young man's smile became more vicious when he heard this, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes: "Why are you pretending to be confused? Don't you cultivators think you are heroes who come to break the formation and save people? Do you know that every brick and tile in this Xiangsheng City is a cage built by living souls?

If you don’t want to accidentally kill all the living souls in the formation and your companions, “he paused, his eyes swept over the three people like a venomous snake, “you’d better believe what I say.”

When he mentioned the word "companion", he emphasized the tone deliberately, and the curve at the corner of his mouth seemed to be threatening, but also seemed to be mocking.

"Mr. Xike is not the core of the formation, is he?" Lu Wensheng suddenly asked, his tone was as light as if he was asking "How is the weather today?" "Or should I say, the core of the formation? After all, the person who can write 'Looking at the bright moon in the cold pond' must have some special mission."

Zheng Xiu's expression froze instantly, his fingertips trembled slightly unconsciously, he opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute for a moment.

Lu Wensheng showed a harmless smile: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't say it. Mr. Xike seems to be more talkative than you. Do you have a disagreement with him? It's the same if we ask Mr. Xike."

"Lu Wensheng!"

Lu Wensheng took advantage of the victory and continued to attack. His smile became more gentle, but it made people feel cold in their hearts: "Look, we have no ill intentions. We just want to find out why this Xiangsheng City uses living souls to weave illusions, and why the people on the streets live in illusions--" He suddenly moved closer to Zheng Xiu and lowered his voice, "Also, why did your master rush into the muzzle of a gun when he knew the danger?"

Lu Wensheng spoke dangerously, like a devil whispering: "You don't want anything to happen to your husband, do you?"

【This netizen, please calm down. 】

Mr. Xike who just came out: "???"