(6,000 words, no more chapters.) There should probably be another chapter in the evening. ）

In the middle of the night, King An's Mansion is still brightly lit, and between the large courtyard and the small courtyard, there are soldiers patrolling back and forth from time to time.

Li Ye was holding the official seal of Shaoyin of Chang'an Mansion, and he was closing his eyes.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, put down the official seal, and sighed in his heart: "The luck of the fourth-grade official position can't even let me be promoted to the fifth level of qi training, and the luck needed to break through the realm from now on is really more and more." ”

He got up and came to the window, looked at it with his hands, took in the night view of the palace, and said in his heart: "The luck of the four-grade official position is just to upgrade my cultivation of the fourth level of qi cultivation to the later stage, and to further improve the realm, you also need extra luck." ”

He was thinking about these things, when Song Jiao suddenly came over and told her something about the Tsing Yi Yamen.

Tsing Yi Yamen is the intelligence agency established by Song Jiao.

"Today, I have accepted two fourth-level Qi cultivators, which is the highest cultivation in this batch, but Yu Lu is also correspondingly the highest. Song Jiao stood beside Li Ye and said, "Although there is still a lot of money left in the money you allocated to me earlier, according to the current momentum, I am afraid it will not take long." ”

Li Ye bowed his head and said: "The shops in Chang'an City and the fields outside the city are almost ready to collect money, and I will transfer money to you again after a while...... How many people are there in the Tsing Yi Yamen now?"

Song Jiao replied, "Thirty-six." ”

Li Ye wondered slightly: "That's it?"

Song Jiao glanced at Li Ye: "It's better to lack than to abuse." The people I want, first of all, must cultivate qi, and secondly, I have to test my mental ability. ”

Li Ye nodded, since they are all Qi cultivators, it is not surprising that the price is high, with Song Jiao's vision, of course, they will choose competent people, which can be seen from the fact that they can find the hidden place of Lu Yan Jinwu.

Thinking of this, Li Ye couldn't help but look at Song Jiao, it's okay not to look at it, and his heart couldn't help but move when he looked at it seriously.

Under the effect of dragon qi, Li Ye saw that above Song Jiao's head, there was a floating Xuanchi qi, and there was a faint tendency to converge towards him - that was Song Jiao's natal luck.

The eight hundred armor soldiers in the palace are low in cultivation, representing the airflow of natal luck, which is mostly white, and the airflow above Song Jiao's head is actually the color of Xuanchi, I don't know how many levels it is higher.

Not only that, there are faintly many small air currents around the Xuanchi airflow, which converge to form a "sea of clouds", forming a trend of stars and moons on the Xuanchi airflow.

Li Ye's eyes lit up, and with his understanding of luck, it was not difficult to think that those small air currents should be the luck of the other monks in the Tsing Yi Yamen under her leadership, and now they were gathering towards her.

It's just that Song Jiao doesn't have dragon qi in her body, so she can't really absorb these qi luck and transform it into the power of cultivation, and those qi luck is not really integrated into her natal qi, but is just surrounded by it, which shows that those monks in Tsing Yi Yamen, although they obey her, are not fully loyal to her.

Thinking of this, Li Ye's heart suddenly lit up.

Wangfu Jiashi, most of the cultivation is low, average talent, mediocre luck, destined to achieve ordinary, so the power of luck is not great, but if it is those monks of the Tsing Yi Yamen, the cultivation is much higher, presumably the power of luck is also a lot higher, if they can make them loyal to themselves, they must be able to further improve their cultivation.

However, it is too difficult for the Jianghu monks, outlaws, to whom they are really loyal to them.

After Li Ye realized this, he was not discouraged, but put his eyes on Song Jiao's natal luck, those Xuanchi qi had a tendency to converge on him, but they did not completely converge, which shows that Song Jiao was loyal to him, but the degree was not enough.

"Song Jiao was originally her father's person, and she came back to Chang'an to avenge her father, but after getting along, it would not be surprising if she said that she had some loyalty to me. Li Ye thought so.

Since Li Ye met Song Jiao, first killed Li Guanshu, then assassinated Kang Chengxun, and now "surrendered" Lu Yan, presumably Song Jiao admires Li Ye's heart and intelligence, and Li Ye is now an official worshipper, and there are also Wang Duo and others as henchmen, and the power is not to be underestimated.

Song Jiao would be loyal to Li Xian back then, wasn't there these reasons?

"She was loyal to her father back then, and now she may be loyal to me, depending on whether there is such an opportunity. Li Ye thought so.

Li Ye was quite jealous of Song Jiao's natal luck, after all, it was Xuanchi's qi, even Lu Yan's natal luck would not be better than her, you know, in terms of the status of the court official, Lu Yan was the second person in the dynasty under Wei Baoheng.

"Her cultivation is only higher than I expected, whether it was against Li Guanshu or Kang Chengxun before, she may have hidden her strength. In addition, she is a disciple of the White Deer Cave, and her heart and wrists are all bad, and it makes sense to have a Xuanchi aura...... But it's still horrific enough. Li Ye thought silently, he instinctively felt that if he could make Song Jiao truly loyal to him, he would definitely be able to improve his cultivation to a big level!

"What are you always staring at me?" As soon as Song Jiao asked this sentence, she felt dizzy in her head, and she was a little unsteady on her feet, she held her forehead and took a few steps back, and her face was a little pale.

Li Ye hurriedly retracted his gaze and stretched out his hand to help Song Jiao: "Are you okay?"

"You...... You're drugged in this room? ...... What are you going to do to me?" Song Jiao was dizzy and barely stood firm, and immediately looked at Li Ye with vigilance, with a vigilant look, as if he had already regarded Li Ye as a hooligan.

Li Ye was secretly embarrassed, and it was difficult to explain, seeing Song Jiao escape from his "clutches", he could only laugh awkwardly: "You think too much." ”

Fortunately, Song Jiao quickly regained her clarity, if not, maybe she would have to make a move, she glanced at Li Ye strangely, and instinctively felt that she couldn't stay here longer: "I'm fine, I'm leaving, ...... gone."

When she went out, she still muttered: "This little pervert, why do I faint when I see me, isn't it that I have cultivated enchantment techniques such as ecstasy?

Li Ye watched Song Jiao walk away, opened his mouth, and was speechless.

Gathering his mind, Li Ye continued to think about the problem of cultivation, Song Jiao's situation gave him a lot of inspiration, and he gradually realized: "People have their own lives, everyone's luck is different, those who have good intelligence and cultivation have greater luck power, and it is more effective for my cultivation to improve...... It seems that it is time to gather a group of real talents, which will not only improve my cultivation, but also greatly benefit me in the future careers. ”

Right now, Li Ye and Lu Yan are seeking to bring down Wei Baoheng, this is a big move, no one knows, whether there will be danger in the future, whether there will be a vicious battle, before that, it is extremely useful to be able to improve even a little cultivation.

In addition, the world is about to be in chaos, Li Ye's plan is to go out of the town, seek opportunities to fight for the world, and seek true dragon achievements.

Fortunately, Li Ye was reborn, and he has heard of those talents who shined under the princes after the Huangchao Rebellion.

Li Ye pondered: "At present, there are a lot of talents near Chang'an, but most of them are in a good situation, I dare to ask others to take refuge in me, even if I am a prince, it is unlikely, but there are a few who are not in a good situation, but you can try one or two......"

Thinking of this, Li Ye ordered someone to call Song Jiao.

......

Queqi Bridge is located in Xuanpingfang in Dongcheng, which is a lively place for people to come and go, even at dusk, it is still full of traffic. On the side of the street at the west end of the Queqi Bridge, there is a calligraphy and painting stall, and a young scholar is sitting behind the calligraphy and painting stall reading a book.

It is said to be a calligraphy and painting stall, but it is just a layer of gray cloth four feet long and three feet wide on the ground, and there are a few calligraphy and paintings on the cloth. The yellow-faced and thin-skinned scholar reads books and reads carefully, and does not greet passers-by.

Such a calligraphy and painting stall, of course, don't hope that there will be many transactions, and although those calligraphy and paintings look good, they are not from everyone's hands, and the really rich customers will not take a second look.

Seeing that the sunset was about to set, the ordinary-looking scholar raised his head, looked at the still neat calligraphy and painting stalls, sighed sadly, and his stomach screamed twice at this time, which made the sadness in his eyes even stronger.

Rolling up the gray cloth, Shizi clamped them under his armpits, left the Queqi Bridge, and bought two steamed buns with the only two pennies left in a steamed bun shop not far away. said that it was a bun, in fact, there was no stuffing in the buns of this era, but the young scholar obviously didn't care about these, it was hot, he bent down and took a big bite, and the princes in the crowd puffed up their cheeks, quite satisfied.

"Tell you to steal things, I'll kill you, a bastard who has a mother and no mother, if you don't learn well at a young age, why don't you die!"

As soon as Shizi took a bite of the bun, he saw that not far in front of him, a middle-aged man was chasing and beating a child, the man was richly dressed, and the child was in rags, about six or seven years old, and the exposed half of his arm was skinny, like a little beggar, although he was holding his head and desperately dodging, he still fell to the ground at once, and was punched and kicked by the middle-aged man.

Shizi's face changed, he didn't care about eating steamed buns, he rushed up and grabbed the middle-aged man, and persuaded him in a good voice: "She's just a child, she can't bear it with such a heavy hand!"

The middle-aged man was angry, glanced up and down at the scholar, and let out a disdainful snort: "Where did the poor sour scholar come from, and dare to meddle with the uncle's idle affairs?"

The young scholar picked up the child, blocked her behind him, and said to the middle-aged man: "You are well-dressed and well-fed, she can't eat, even if she steals some food from your family, you just scold a few words, how can a gentleman hurt people at every turn?"

"I'll fuck you! You poor scholar from other places, don't pretend to be a good person with me, in my opinion you are not a good thing, this little beggar stealing things, is it you who instigated it? Bastard from a small place, it is so lowly!" The middle-aged man heard that the accent of the scholar was not from Chang'an, and immediately gave birth to a sense of superiority, straightened his waist, and looked even more domineering, and rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, wanting to beat the scholar together.

No matter how good his temper was, he took out the documents to prove his identity, and said angrily: "I am a prince of the imperial dynasty, you dare to touch me?!"

Imperial tribute, candidates are divided into two kinds, one is a living apprentice, but a township tribute, as long as there is one of these two identities, it is a righteous scholar, not ordinary people can offend, otherwise they will be held accountable by the government.

The middle-aged man was stunned, stretched his neck to look, and saw that the documents in the scholar's hand were not fake, so he didn't have the heart to continue to shout, but he still flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly: "What a township scholar, just a countryman, I don't think you can pass the Jinshi exam!"

Having said that, the middle-aged man left.

Shizi was not angry in his heart, but he had no other way, sighed in his heart, turned around and squatted down, and looked at the six or seven-year-old girl in front of him. She still had the minced steamed cake in her hand, and at this time, she saw that the middle-aged man was gone, and he was stuffing it into his mouth, but the minced was too little, not enough to eat.

The girl was dirty, her face was full of stains, but her big eyes were extraordinarily bright, like jewels, although she was beaten, and her arms were bruised and purple, but she did not shed tears, and she looked extremely stubborn, but because of her stubbornness, she seemed to be stuffing the steamed cake into her mouth, which was extremely pitiful.

The scholar sighed, and said in his heart what kind of world is this, he handed the bun in his hand to the girl, and said softly: "Come, give it to you." ”

The girl glanced at Shizi a few times, hesitated slightly, after all, she couldn't bear the temptation of the aroma, took the bun, desperately stuffed it into her mouth, and stuffed her mouth full from time to time, and quickly ate one, because she ate too fast, she choked not lightly, Shizi was even more distressed, while persuading her to slow down, while stroking her back, and handing another bun that he had bitten into to the girl.

In the endless crowd, the scholar who was quietly squatting in front of the girl seemed to have forgotten his sorrow at this moment.

Looking at the bun in front of her, the girl shook her head vigorously, she still had unswallowed buns in her mouth, and her pronunciation was vague: "It's full." ”

"A bun, where will you be full, eat. The scholar smiled purely, the sunset sprinkled on his shoulders, and melted into his smile, the girl looked at her motionlessly, hesitated for a while, slowly took the bun, pulled it away, and handed the big half to the scholar: "Together." ”

Shizi was stunned, looking at the girl's serious and pure eyes, at this moment his heart was like thousands of ants crawling, very sour, half a sound, he took the half of the bun.

"Why are you here alone? What about your family?"

"I'm alone. ”

The scholar was silent, he looked up at the direction of the setting sun, in the noisy flow of people, in the city of Zhuji, Huying Luoqi's Chang'an City, can not put an end to beggars, young beggars, he murmured: "Righteousness, self-cultivation, Qi family, governing the country, leveling the world, my generation of scholars, reading sage books, by the teachings of the sages, self-cultivation, but in the face of such a world, how to peace?"

Shizi panicked in his heart.

"Will you come with me?" the scholar asked the girl, and as soon as he said this, he laughed at himself when he thought of his situation, "I am just a fallen scholar, and I can't eat enough, and if you follow me, you won't have a good life...... But with me to eat in one bite, you won't be missing. ”

The girl looked at Shizi with wide eyes, blinked, as if she felt that the Shizi in front of her was a little strange and unusual, she suddenly opened her mouth and asked a question that made Shizi stunned: "Can you teach me to read?"

Literate.

Shizi was stunned for a long time.

This beggar-like girl, at this time, actually asked such a question.

Shouldn't she be more concerned about whether she will be able to eat enough in the future?

"Yes. As long as you want, the words I know, the books I have read, can teach you. The scholar nodded firmly, and at this moment, he seemed to see a foot of morning light shining into his chest.

"Then I'll go with you!"

The soldier in a cloth and linen shirt with yellow muscles and a girl in ragged clothes and skinny bones walked forward along the flow of people on the street under the sunset.

From time to time, they came to a remote inn.

The inn is small, very run-down, and business is not good.

This is where the scholars dwell.

The Tang Dynasty Gongju, once a year, has been a scholar for three consecutive years, but he has not left, he wants to be admitted to the Jinshi. His hometown is far away from Chang'an City, and the boats and cars are entangled, which is a huge consumption, and he can't afford to delay the time to travel, so he, like many scholars, finds a cheap place to live and prepare for the exam.

"Li Gongzi, it's time to settle your food money. When the scholar entered the inn, he was stopped by the shopkeeper.

The soldier who was pulling the girl said strangely: "I only saved my usual money a month ago, and didn't I tell you that I would pay for food with work?"

The shopkeeper said indifferently: "You don't know how to work at all, and you don't look at it, how many plates have you broken in just a few years, don't you need money?

The scholar gritted his teeth: "How much do I have to pay?"

"After all, you still owe two dollars. ”

"How can there be so many? I only eat one meal a day at your place, and it's all scraps......

"What kind of scraps are you talking about? Are you saying that the store has treated you badly? I kindly took you in, gave you food and shelter, and you even said such a thing, do you still have a conscience?"

"But I've worked......"

"Are you doing that? You're obviously smashing the store!"

“......”

The scholar was so angry that he knew very well that the inn was clearly slandering him.

But he really ran out of money, nothing.

He was in Chang'an City, with no relatives and no one to turn to.

He glanced back at the girl, whose eyes were wide open and full of doubt.

Seeing the eyes as pure as a stream, the scholar's heart softened.

He turned to face the shopkeeper and said in a low voice, "In the next ...... It's really shy in my pocket, I promise, I won't smash the plate again in the future, I've been doing the work for so long, I'm already familiar with it, and I ask the shopkeeper to be forgiving......"

"No negotiable!" the shopkeeper waved his hand, "Give the money or get out!"

The muscles on Shizi's face twitched.

At this time, thunder suddenly fell outside the door.

......

After half a ring, the scholar carried the bookcase on his back, held the quilt, pulled the girl, walked out of the inn, walked up to the cold street, the heavy rain poured down, unexpectedly, the sound of dripping rain, just like the world to laugh at him.

In a small pavilion not far from the Queqi Bridge, the scholar put down the bookcase and spread the quilt in a small place in the pavilion that was not touched by the wind and rain, and let the girl go to rest.

The girl was very sensible, and without saying a word, she stuffed herself into the quilt.

At this time, when the sun is blazing, it is still very hot, but in the wind and rain, it is quite cold, let alone at night.

The girl showed a pair of obsidian eyes, and looked at the soldier standing in front of the rain curtain with her hands in her hands, without blinking.

The scholar's heart was so desolate that he didn't even know what he was supposed to think.

When life is in trouble, do you think about how to get the next meal, or do you think about where the ideal is?

There is no next meal, and there is no ideal.

Nothing.

At the end of one's resources.

After a long time, the rain became louder and louder, and thunder bursted.

Shizi returned to the girl and squatted down, and when he saw that she still had a pair of round eyes, he couldn't help asking, "Now we have nowhere to go, ...... With me, it may not be better than when you were alone......"

The scholar did not say any more, because there was a moment of sadness and fear in the girl's eyes, as if he knew that he was going to abandon her.

"I'll go find a shop tomorrow and be a buddy, I can do "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic", at least I can eat together. The scholar changed his words, God knows, under the oppression of life, how painful and difficult it is for him to change his words, isn't that a betrayal of his life creed, "Even if I don't take the tribute, I won't let the two of us starve to death!"

The girl didn't speak, but there were already crystal clear tears in those clear eyes.

"Sleep, tomorrow everything will be fine. Shizi smiled reassuringly.

What is it that my generation of scholars, who read the books of the sages, and who were taught by the sages?

Governing the country and leveling the world?

Kuang Fu Sheji, save the difficulties, and seek the well-being of the people of the world?

If you can't even save the little girl in front of you, how can you talk about saving the people of the world?

In the heart of the scholar, an indescribable emotion suddenly arose, he stood up, turned back suddenly, stood with his hands in the face of the heavy rain, and looked up at the sky.

This Confucian scholar, at this moment, suddenly had a heroic anger.

He took a step towards the pouring rain.

There was a flash of lightning in the sky.

Then thunder landed.

The scholar fell in one step, and his spirit was for a while, and above the dantian, a sea of qi suddenly appeared.

Practice Qi in one step!

......

"Unexpectedly, when the night rain has come to this point, I can actually witness with my own eyes that the Confucian scholars have attained enlightenment and achieved qi cultivation in one step. ”

A person dressed in a robe and holding an umbrella walked from the Queqi Bridge.

He landed in one step, and he went from the magpie bridge to the small pavilion.

He accepted the umbrella, handed it to the purple-robed woman behind him, and then bowed his hand to the scholar: "Master Li, fortunately." ”

This person is Li Ye.

Behind him was Song Jiao.

Shizi was stunned for a moment: "Who is Your Excellency, and you actually recognize it?"

Li Ye smiled and said, "Young Master Li Zhen, how can you not recognize me?"

Li Zhen, tried and failed, after the Huangchao Rebellion, he took refuge in Zhu Wen, the Taizu of the Later Liang Dynasty, that is, Zhu Quanzhong, repeatedly performed miraculous feats, and was an important minister under Zhu Wen.

This is one of the talents Li Ye is looking for.

Li Zhen was even more puzzled: "Your Excellency?"

Song Jiao said at the right time: "This is the king of the imperial dynasty, the young Yin of Chang'an Mansion." ”

"His Royal Highness King An?" Li Zhen was stunned, revealing an incredible look.

Li Ye's reputation and deeds have long been spread throughout Chang'an City, and Li Zhen has also heard of it.

"Meet His Royal Highness King An!" Li Zhen hurriedly saluted.

"Why should Li Gongzi be polite, please get up quickly. Li Ye helped Li Zhen up, and didn't say any gossip, and said directly: "Li Gongzi is talented and brilliant, and he has also read your articles and admires them very much." Today's encounter is really fateful, it is better to move to the palace, and wait to talk with the prince at night to see the demeanor of the son!"

The scholars who went to Chang'an City to participate in the tribute, in addition to reading on weekdays, were to meet friends with texts, and would write a lot of articles, and the outstanding ones in it would be widely circulated in Chang'an City, Li Ye said that he had read Li Zhen's articles, which is what he meant.

Li Zhen didn't expect that his article would be read by the prince of the dynasty and the dignified four-grade officials, and he was immediately flattered, and in the face of Li Ye's sincere invitation, he was greatly moved, and he didn't want the little girl to be frozen here, so he quickly agreed to Li Ye's invitation.

"This girl ......"

"Oh, her name is Rui Mengmeng. ”