These three years a session of the spring hall is actually a scroll without words!
No word means no title.
No topic, that means you can do any problem.
Nothing to write!
Nothing can be said!
I can't write anything, I can't say anything.
This problem, written by the sage,... What does that even mean?
All the candidates who participated in the spring exam looked around at a loss in the number house of their own partition, thinking hard.
Su Mo silently looked at the scroll without words in front of her, and then suddenly laughed...
Laugh a little neurotic.
What do you want to see from our pen?
What can you see from our pen?
I dare to write, do you dare to read?
Su Mo picked up the pen Qin ink, looking at the white roll of paper and said to himself, "If you are like I think, then I will write for you to see."
Poetry?
But I don't want to write poetry...
Su Mo took the pen and spattered the ink, which fell into writing:
More than this spring, to the north of the exam tour, the way Bianjiang, see a peach mountain.
Bianjiang spring came early, spring rain like cotton.
Peach blossoms bloom in March, but see in February.
So Xi, into the mountain scenery.
Pink withered branches, all the mountains are beautiful.
I stepped into the peach deep, like a fairyland.
Finally see a peach old man, peach old man alone.
Yu Xi, and the old game.
The peach old man is good, but I can't match him.
Seeking art, old way: chess board such as peach mountain, into the chess for the son, the son are high for me.
I suddenly heard the noise of insects.
Yu asked: Peach worm? (Is there a tiger in Momoyama?)
Old saying: the drive is endless.
Yu asked again: What is the solution?
Old man laughed: with the worm for bed, first for the worm king.
Travel to peach mountain, night out Bianjiang.
I see, peach old worm,
See you later, Momoyama quiet...
...
Su Mo in several examiners dumbfounded under, handed in the paper out of the examination room.
No more than a quarter to the bell...
Su Mo did not think about the exam again, but sat down at a tea break outside the examination room, called a pot of tea and bowed his head in silence.
His eyes did not leave the entrance of the examination room for a moment.
He's waiting for someone to come out.
He wants to know who it is...
The familiar smell appeared in the examination room.
It's the smell of the bloody Dan!
Someone took the blood pill, and the smell hasn't completely dissipated.
Su Mo and that blood Dan involved too deep... Deep to the bone.
He could smell the blood inside it.
He could smell the swaddling woman in her arms...
Can smell the old man...
Can smell the swordsman...
You can smell the butcher...
Can smell the little boy's breath...
Can smell the breath of all those ghosts who died tragically in the west courtyard...
He was painfully reminded of that night by the familiar smells.
It was made by a variety of poor souls at the cost of their lives.
Just because someone wants to get in?
That night...
The woman said, "How can you be so stupid? What's that to you?"
That night...
The little Tong Tong said, "Brother, Tong Tong wants to go home..."
That night... That night...
The appearance of a dead soul in Su Mo's mind...
A sound of unsatisfied and helpless wailing resounded Su Mo's head, instantly shocked su Mo Ling sea waves surging everywhere.
The stars in the spirit Sea are shining and restless.
It seemed that the whole Spirit Sea had come to life in an instant.
A coquetty ghost was awakened in the sea of Su Mo, looking at the stormy sea of the spirit.
This is... Want a fight?
Su ink face calm, waiting for tea on the table.
In the cold spring season, the tea kettle is still gently white.
The old stall owner has white hair, humbly put the boiled teapot in front of Su Mo Di, looking at Su Mo Di delicate white brocade, more and more nervous.
That humble look makes you feel bad.
The old stall owner did not understand why this seemingly luxurious young master wanted to eat tea from the home stall, which should have gone to the noble teahouse.
If you don't understand, you become more cautious. Afraid of accidentally upsetting the young master.
He was afraid that Su Mo, like those officials or young masters of the official family, would come for fun.
Su ink green face above expressionless handed over the silver, white-haired old stall owner afraid to pick up.
"The little master came to tea to give the little old man face... How can the young master give money..." The old stall owner bowed his old rigid body and said in fear and anxiety.
Su Mo a leng, looking at the old stall owner's appearance but also soon understand to... This is, being scared and bullied!
With a sigh, Su Mo put the silver two into the old stall owner's dry hands, no words.
He can't help everyone... Can't handle all the grievances.
Some people are just cautious to live, but some people even the right to live have been taken to...
Su Mo picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup.
The tea of the small tea stall on the street is worse than that of the tea house, and the sweetness of the tea is with a trace of bitterness.
Tea aroma is naturally there, but a lot of light.
The tea on the street is not to let the character, and the people who enjoy the tea naturally go to the teahouse.
Perhaps the biggest function of this street tea stall is to give those who are tired of walking a stop and wet their throat.
Su Mo stared at the door of the examination room intently, thinking of things in his heart, and did not move a cup of tea in his hand except when he drank a mouthful.
It's not that I can't get used to it, it's just tasteless.
Tasteless in the heart, is the AGAR jade liquid, afraid also can not drink.
Su Mo is like an old monk... This sitting is a day.
The sky is turning dark, and the tea in the kettle is already cold...
Su ink to a lot of silver, the old stall owner also gave Su ink for a few rounds of tea, see Su ink has never moved, it will no longer change.
Maybe the young master is also troubled... The old stall owner looked at Su Mo, who had been sitting for a day, and bowed his old body slightly shaking his head and sighing.
The sky was dim, the setting sun had set in the west, and only a few remnants of the sky were glowing with a dark red glow.
Finally there are candidates out of the examination room, no one like Su Mo general few words will hand in the paper.
Ten years of cold window, once a trial, life turns today.
In addition to Su Mo, who will end up with nothing?
The crowd came out, the breath came out!
Su Mo saw the man...
The man was ruddy and full of spirit, with an irrepressible smile on his face, as if he were in a good mood.
The man passed in front of Sumo's tea stall and got into a carriage, which drove east of the city.
Su Mo got up, put down the cup that he had held all day, and followed the carriage far away.
The sky was moving rapidly after sunset, and when the carriage stopped at the gate of a high-walled compound, it was already all dark, illuminated only by the faint candlelight of a high lantern.
Watching the man enter the mansion, Su Mo silently turned her head towards the direction of the ship building into the night...
Su Mo know that body still residual blood Dan breath of people!
I also recognize the two words "Liu Fu" on the plaque at the gate of this residence.
And that person is the day, the ship building door to sell his painting everywhere for their own neuropathy - Liufeng!
In the dark night, Su Mo's eyes flashed with an unknown meaning.
The son of the Ministry of War?
How dare you?
The woman once said: Entangled with the ghost, cause and effect are too deep, will not have a good end!
Su Mo can feel the weight of this sentence, this world seems to have some strange rules. Su Mo can feel some strange inappropriations in his cultivation.
He just doesn't know how to practice, but he's not stupid.
The strange breath revealed by their own body, as if it came from a mysterious and unknown place.
He didn't show it, but he couldn't ignore it.
He was afraid, he was afraid that this weird breath would involve something weird, and one day affect the people around him, especially the little girl.
Little girl, is Su Mo in this world's only concern and fetters.
I don't care, but I can't let the little girl take any risks.
I'm just a passer-by...
So... Let me help you avenge, in order to end this cause and effect!