Chapter 25 Why not be Liu 3

Chapter 25 Why not be Liu 3

"newborn?"

At the book lending counter at the entrance of the library, the senior schoolmate with big eyes looked at Lao Zhao's school uniform and asked:

"Um"

"You haven't received your ID card yet?" This ID card is probably the ID card that the guide brother mentioned will be issued tomorrow.

"Tomorrow's Leader"

"Then you can't take it away, and you can't register it."

All right, "Then may I ask Senior Sister, I want to see what I should do now?"

"Just squat on the ground and read it. Just don't block the bookshelf."

So Lao Zhao found a bright place and sat down against the wall. There was already a row of people sitting next to him. If everyone had a bowl in front of them, maybe they could go to the food court with a group to cook a small meal in the evening.

"Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada" is a popular footwork book. There is not only a monk version, but also a low-profile version specially written for ordinary people. It is the favorite of escorts in the escort agency. The main point is that it is easy to get started and easy to master. After practicing it to the end, there is not much difference between you and a newcomer. The effect is just running fast, but there is no move or anything. Give up

"Treading Snow Without Trace" sounds very similar to the game, and the description also has some content. The main feature is to move high and high with graceful movements, which is very popular among the white-clothed knights. Sometimes a martial art does not have to be very practical. Running beautifully is also a skill. In the previous life, a very popular fairy-xia game had a talent entry specifically for running very handsomely, and it was a golden legend.

But I don't rely on my looks to make a living, so I give up.

Only one copy of "Glimpses" is left

After reading the introduction, Lao Zhao closed the book and gave a four-word conclusion: Tailor-made

Few people practice this book. It is placed in the lowest grade yellow level purely because this book has no requirements for cultivation. It can be practiced as soon as you open your mind.

But this does not mean that it is easy to practice. Not only does it require spiritual power with a cold and yin attribute, but it also requires almost cruel training. After practicing it, the whole figure becomes blurred and looks like a ghost, which is extremely difficult to deal with.

But this book is not very popular in the academy, because the academy cultivates the spirit of righteousness and emphasizes being upright. Only old men with strange temperaments would like to read books like Meng Yan, who uses a folding fan to chop and slash.

No matter how you look at it, this is Zhao Yushu's only choice. He doesn't have the ability to cultivate the righteousness. Although he doesn't know what kind of attribute Madam Xu is, the cold air she exudes all the time is too cold, coupled with his strong foundation of stepping shadows.

It can only be you, "Fleeting Lights"

Because he couldn't borrow the books, Zhao Yushu didn't even have a meal. He didn't eat until the library closed at night before he was chased away by the administrator.

Zhao Yushu carefully put the book back on the bottom shelf and shamelessly stuffed it in. He could come and get it tomorrow morning after getting the wooden sign. He couldn't let anyone get there first.

When he returned to the dormitory, he found Wang Yuan and Ouyang Wen chatting with their roommates inside. They were surprised to see him come in and said, "I have been looking for Brother Zhao for half a day but couldn't find him. It happens that there are fellow countrymen here, so let's chat here."

"Thank you, Brother Wang and Brother Ouyang, for your concern."

"Let's go to the food court and have a seat. I'll treat you to some midnight snack." Old Wang took the two of them and left. He was indeed a wealthy man in Pingjiang.

The so-called midnight snack is certainly not the beer and barbecue in the previous life, but a few serious side dishes, plus a pot of warm rice wine, to take away the chill of the spring night.

The three of them clinked glasses and took a few bites of food. Wang Yuan spoke first: "Brothers, what do you plan to learn?"

Old Zhao blinked. What does that mean?

Old Wang was used to his lack of interest in academics and patiently explained, "I am the only son in the family and I will definitely return to Pingjiang to inherit the family business in the future, so I plan to choose the path of business."

Ouyang Wen put down his chopsticks and said, "My mother has been exhausted in recent years. I don't want to do business anymore. I want to learn how to govern a country. I want to see if I can be a local official in the future. I will sell my property and take my mother to spend her old age in peace."

Can I still choose my major? According to them, doing business in this era is not a lowly thing like in the ancient times. Instead, it is a very orthodox way.

"Brother Zhao, what about you?"

"Me, I haven't thought about it yet." I can't tell you that I want to learn Kung Fu and then break into Prince Fu's mansion.

"Hey, you and I, the three brothers, are so familiar with each other, why not talk about it? Even if you just want to write poems and hang out in brothels, that's not impossible."

Haha, you are a nice person, "But I don't want to be Liu Sanbian"

Wang Yuan and Ouyang Wen looked at each other and asked, "Who is this Liu Sanbian?"

"Uh, that's what you said, the one who wrote poetry and lyrics and frequented brothels, a talented scholar of his generation."

"Is he also an old friend from Brother Zhao's hometown?"

"Ah, this, I guess so."

Ouyang asked, "I wonder what other masterpieces this old friend has? Brother Zhao, please tell me about them and let me appreciate them."

Wang Yuan immediately responded: "Yes, yes. On this auspicious occasion, you and I are all lucky enough to pass the imperial examination. With good wine here, how can we not have good poems? Brother Zhao, please tell us quickly."

Lao Zhao scratched his head, feeling that the hole he was digging was getting bigger and bigger.

"Then I will tell you about one of his famous works, Rain Bell."

After reading this poem, Wang Yuan and Ouyang Wen's eyes turned red, and they kept talking about why such a great talent was not seen by the world. They clinked their glasses and drank them all in one gulp. Wang Yuan finally couldn't hold back his tears and said, "My Rulan, I will never see her again. Even if I have a thousand kinds of charm, who can I tell?"

Old Zhao smacked his teeth and thought to himself, should I tell this kid that Rulan is probably on her way to Xijing now?

No, I have to wait for another two years. If you find another girlfriend in the academy, don't blame me for not being loyal to my brother.

"Senior brother," Wang Yuan was crying. Zhao Yushu heard a noise behind him and turned around. A girl in a school uniform was standing behind him. "Excuse me, where is Liu Sanbian now?"

Yeah, another fangirl.

Wang Yuan hurriedly wiped his tears, and the three of them stood up to offer their seats. The girl was not polite and sat aside, politely declining Ouyang's offer of wine: "Brother, do you know where Mr. Liu is?"

"Well, it's been a long time since I passed away."

"What a pity! Can I excerpt this song, Yu Lin Ling?"

"Of course you can. Just write down Liu Sanbian's work."

The girl nodded: "Just now I heard from my senior brother that he didn't want to be Liu Sanbian, but why?"

Why? Because he doesn’t have to pay to visit brothels! The girls even pay for him!

"Because, because he is not interested in this either."

The girl was not at all unfamiliar and kept chasing after him: "What is Mr. Liu's ambition?"

"This is another very long story. Liu Sanbian lived a long, long time ago."

"Previous dynasty?"

"Well, more than that, listen to me. Anyway, in that era, he wrote very good lyrics, even the emperor at that time admired him very much. However, he was unlucky. He took the imperial examination, uh, the college entrance examination many times but failed. So he was very angry and wrote a poem, in which he said: I can't bear to exchange my fame for a quiet singing."

"What a forbearance! He traded his fame for a quiet song." The girl's eyes lit up and she almost clapped her hands.

Old Zhao thought to himself, "Stop interrupting me all the time." "As a result, the emperor found out and was very angry. He replied to him, 'Just go and sing quietly, why bother with fame?' Just this one sentence completely cut off his path to becoming an official."

After listening to this seemingly fabricated history of Lao Zhao, the three contemporary people looked at each other, not knowing whether to be happy or sad for this great poet.

"Hahaha, these are all wild history, these are all wild history, let's drink, drink"

After returning to the dormitory and falling asleep, Zhao Yushu suddenly remembered that the girl was quite cute. He seemed to have forgotten to ask for her contact information. Ugh, he even forgot to ask for her name.