Inside the city of Dingzhou, outside Xiangteng Inn.

It's late at night.

Liu Ruiying stood at the entrance of Xiangteng Inn.

The cold wind wailed, but at this moment I was gone with no intoxication.

He looked back at the closed lobby and smiled bitterly with a self-deprecating smile.

In the end, he couldn't speak... He didn't even ask the girl's name, so he could only look in a mirror and scold her, saying it was so fucking cowardly!

"Miss, this kid is quite interesting!"

Back in the room, he fryed chestnuts and said to Zhao Mingming.

Liu Ruiying called her little sister, and her name was Liu Ruiying's little child.

I guess there is no way to make this account clear.

Zhao Mingming didn't say anything, but gently pushed the window open a crack and looked out to the street.

However, Liu Ruiying did not pass by her window.

The direction of the Dingzhou Prefecture Inspection and Quarantine Station is exactly the opposite.

Zhao Mingming also felt that the experience tonight was a wonderful one. In just a short time, she had already had an intersection with the two humans.

One wants to kill her, never stop

One of them wanted to invite her to drink, and he also sang a play to himself.

However, the sing of "Bifang Wine" was a bit hard.

If Liu Ruiying hadn't forgotten the poems, Zhao Mingming really wanted to continue listening to the arrogant Jiang Yuanwai's fate.

The concept of bullying the weak and fearing the strong does not exist in the world of strange beasts.

Their daily survival is the constant repetition of the strong.

The strong will always be strong, and the weak deserve it.

However, when listening to this opera, Zhao Mingming felt a little pity for the weak protagonist.

The transformation technique can only transform the body, but cannot transform the original mind. But before she knew it, her thinking gradually moved closer to humans.

Liu Ruiying walked alone on the wide street and saw a spark from afar.

"There are even confiscated stalls on this street?!"

I walked closer and saw a book stall.

A small wooden shelf cart was placed flat on a flat wooden shelf.

A bamboo pole stretched out from the handle of the frame, and a lamp was carried on it.

The stall owner sat in the dark shadow and couldn't see clearly.

Liu Ruiying looked at the title of the book, and was full of works of sages, classics, history, and literature... and suddenly lost interest.

"Customer, buy books?"

When Liu Ruiying withdrew her gaze and was about to continue walking forward, the stall owner suddenly spoke.

"Hmm? I won't buy it."

Liu Ruiying refused.

"I have many lonely books here!"

The stall owner continued.

This sentence made Liu Ruiying become interested again.

The headquarters of the Zhongdu Investigation Department, Tianmu Provincial Survey, Lord Jiang Chongchang is famous for being obsessed with rare ancient books in Zhongdu.

If you can get any treasure here, it would be a wonderful thing to give it as a gift when you return to the Central Committee in the future.

After all, my promotion and rewards for my martial arts and sword skills were handled by Jiang Shengzhang himself? Besides, this is my first time outing, so I have to bring something back for the sake of reason.

"What kind of lonely book do you have?"

Liu Ruiying doesn't understand books.

He only knew that the meaning of a lonely book was that there was only one book, and things were rare and expensive.

"What kind of isolated book is objective?"

The stall owner asked.

This stumped Liu Ruiying...

He didn't know what type of ancient books he liked by Jiang Chang Chong, and he had to ask him to tell a name himself to do it.

"There are eight types of writing in the world: table, speech, record, inscription, preface, debate, edict, and four major titles: scriptures, history, sects, and collections. How can it be as difficult as before when making a choice? It seems that the guest official is not a scholar..."

Liu Ruiying was quite dissatisfied.

Scholars belong to Wendao, but Liu Ruiying is naturally not.

As for today, there are two giants in the south and north: Bogu Tower and Tongjin Pavilion.

Bogu Tower is in the northwest, and Tongjin Pavilion is in the southeast.

They are both located at the junction of the two kingdoms, meaning impartiality, fairness and justice.

Although scholars are not like warriors, they usually fight swords and compare swords, and regard their cultivation, they also have to write a pen with their hearts and write a shocking article before they can stop.

Gold, yellow, red, purple, blue, black, white.

silk, silk, satin, brocade, silk, silk, silk, silk.

Sun, moon, stars, heaven, mountain, dragon, insect, grass.

In total, there are eight grades, and the academy will issue documents and services to distinguish them.

The literary costumes are distinguished in three ways, namely color, material texture, and pattern on top.

The golden texture is made of silk, and the embroidered sun on the chest is the highest eighth grade.

White with silk texture and weeds embroidered on the back are the lowest grade.

Except for the eighth grade, the other grade patterns are embroidered on the back. However, people in the world are still accustomed to distinguishing by color, and no one takes a closer look at the embroidery patterns.

Blue, blue, black, white, four levels,

Corresponding to the four realms of reading into the mind, thinking in the heart, coming out of the mouth, and falling into the pen.

However, gold, yellow, red, and purple have no clear regulations. Everything is divided into the quality of the article based on the quality of the article, but this scale is a bit ambiguous... After all, the article always says that the man is handsome, and the woman says that the woman is beautiful.

For them, the articles they wrote were even more precious than the sons they gave birth to in their wives' belly. The wife breastfeeded three times a day, and he admired herself thirty times a day.

If you really can't judge, you can only go up to the top of the list.

There is currently only the owner of the Bogu Tower in the world. The owner of Tongjin Pavilion is the eighth-grade Jin Lingri, and he is also the only two who can decide on life and death.

This is the old method that the dynasty has continued.

The Five Kings did not change, so they just brought it to eat a ready-made one.

It’s not to save trouble, but this system is reasonable, so there is no need for Xiao Guicao Sui to change it.

Every decade of summer solstice, the north tower and south pavilion will compete in Zhongdu City, which is called the literary world of dragons and tigers.

In comparison, martial arts is much weaker.

At least there is no grand event of such a large scale and extremely high rank.

However, this is also the result of the joint discussion between the five kings... Those who practice martial arts are already aggressive and fighting. The world has finally settled down. If there is another battle like this, how many people will die for the sake of the false reputation and their families will be separated.

Not to mention the distance, just look at Dingzhou this time.

Tang Zhongsong's Liuguang Pavilion released a half-true and half-false news on Dingxi Tongguan, which was already a stir.

If this move is placed in Zhongdu, it is the same as the literary world fighting, what is that?

Although there is no first in literature.

But scholars are competing for a single heart and a pattern.

Whoever has strong backbone is bigger?

The words that sad about spring and autumn must be slightly inferior to the spirit of the iron horse and golden sword.

Therefore, even if you do not make ranking judgments and just put them in the name of discussion and communication, the participants will have a clear account in their hearts.

Liu Ruiying was still young in the last fight between dragons and tigers.

I only remember that there were two old men with white hair and beards and hair, wearing golden silk and sun, each standing behind a huge case.

On both sides are disciples and maids of dozens of people, busy displaying paper and grinding them.

The moment I wrote, it caused a shocking storm to Zhongdu City.

The more the two of them wrote, they became more and more refreshing and sharp. Their literary talent that soared into the sky condensed into a dragon and tiger in the wind and rain above Zhongdu City.

The divine tiger rushed towards him, and the long roar seemed to make the Taishang River water flow backwards.
To be continued...