Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 802

It was noon, the sky was high and the clouds were clear, and several rows of birds flew in the sky. Under the blue sky, I saw a towering pavilion, located in the northwest of the Defeng Ancient Road Building Complex, with carved beams and painted buildings, antique.

On the plaque is a silver hook and iron painting, inscribed with the four characters "Vientiane Zhenzang", which is the essence of the lineage of Confucianism, sages and virtues.

The figure standing in front of the attic is wearing a loose long gown, with long orange hair hanging down naturally. He does not look like a person from the Central Plains. He holds a food box in his hand, and looks at the attic with a somewhat probing look.

He has only heard of this place before, and now, he has seen it with his own eyes.

The appearance of the attic is only kept as a memorial. It is said that the interior has been expanded and expanded, and it has been completely transformed into a secret realm of cultivation.

Withdrawing his gaze, Yongye Playwright stepped forward and stepped into the attic.

In an instant, the scene in front of his eyes changed, and he only felt that he was in an extremely vast and strange space. The first thing that caught his eyes was a clear and clear lake. In the center of the lake was covered with an extremely huge building.

After the divine thoughts swept over, the playwright of Yongye realized that the building was a huge platform, more than a hundred feet wide, divided into three parts by concentric circles carved with strange patterns.

On the outermost circle of the platform, there are dozens of stone pillars, on which are engraved one after another Confucian classics; four trapezoidal towers stand staggered in the inner circle of the stone pillars, and on the outside of each trapezoidal tower, there is a The two stone statues that climbed up with the tower body can be easily deduced from the inscriptions on the side that these statues are all Confucianism.

On those trapezoidal high towers, there are sword marks, which look somewhat similar to the famous Tianjian peak of Yunhai Xianmen. Confucian scholars in twos and threes sit cross-legged around, enlightening and practicing.

And at the core of the platform, there stands a strange building that doesn't know where it leads. It looks like a staircase, but it is specious.

A white marble stele was erected in the open space in front of the building, on which were engraved the introduction, history, and how to use some of the facilities.

There are five floors in the Vientiane Zhenzang, which records almost all the classics of Confucianism, sages and Mingde. The higher the floor, the more profound the classics, and the better the boost effect brought by the Confucian Xuanzhang. The strange building is the gateway to Higher channel.

Playwright Yongye looked around and saw a wide corridor surrounding the walls, connecting the quiet rooms one after another.

At this moment, a gentle voice came:

"Is this your first time here, sir?"

At this point, the playwright of Yong Ye just looked away. He is standing at a ferry. Beside the ferry, there is a square like the counter of the Inn of Misery. Two figures are sitting behind the counter.

The speaker was a middle-aged man in a brown shirt with a hood, and beside him was an old man in white with white beard and hair.

On the shelf behind the two of them were nameplates one after another.

"Yes, I just officially took office recently." Saying that, Playwright Yong Ye approached the counter and took out his identity certificate.

This is what Mr. Fei did for him after he officially entered the job.

Geng Mengdie took the voucher and returned it to the other party after confirming that it was correct: "I don't know which floor you want to go to, sir?"

"Is Yu Xiaoyao on the top floor?" Playwright Yong Ye took the voucher.

The white-haired old man waved his hand, and saw a nameplate flying out of the desk and landed in front of Yongye playwright.

"With this object, sir, you can read all the books, and you can go directly to the top floor through the stairs." Geng Mengdie introduced: "But when you leave, you need to return the nameplate to this place. If you want to borrow classics, you also need to come to an individual to register."

The relevant rules and regulations within Vientiane Real Treasure are still very comprehensive. Regarding the matter of Yu Xiaoyao, Lin Chongyang had greeted him before.

"Excuse me, thank you."

Playwright Yongye took the nameplate, thanked him, and walked to the edge of the ferry, only to see a small boat rising slowly, and after he boarded, he carried him to the platform.

If he didn't feel wrong just now, the white-haired old man is not a life, but more like a spirit.

After all, it is the place where the background is, and it is not incomprehensible.

After successfully boarding the platform, Playwright Yong Ye didn't stay, and rushed directly to the building called the staircase in the center, and he just saw what he needed to see. Now he is going to deliver food to Yu Xiaoyao who is in confinement.

During the process, Confucian scholars will also be seen in twos and threes. This scale is only the first floor. He has not forgotten that there are five floors here.

After the "stairs" sensed the nameplate, the pattern was engraved on it, and it began to emit light.

Immediately, Yong Ye's playwright felt his body lighten up, and he appeared in a brand new space the next moment.

Looking around, the overall structure is similar to that of the first floor. There are three stone steles standing in the center, one inscribed on the flawless clothes, one inscribed on the style of a gentleman, and one inscribed on the inscription of Tianren Jianji.

On the back of the stele, detailed information about the move is engraved, including the person who created it and the idea.

This……

This move is too magnanimous.

He thinks that he is an expert, and he can be said to be well-informed. The inheritance of other families can't wait to cover it up. If he can't be seen by others, he will not be seen by others. It's the first time that the playwright of Yong Ye has seen it in detail.

Almost at the same time, he sensed the location of the quiet room where Yu Xiaoyao was imprisoned, because there was the sword intent left by Lin Chongyang on the door.

Raise the yuan, jump up, and land on the ground.

The nameplate responded, and the originally closed stone door slowly opened.

Among them was a figure lying on the ground bored, with a bright sword beside him.

"Oh? Yong Ye, why are you here?" Turning around to see the person coming, Yu Xiaoyao was a little surprised in his words.

Playwright Yong Ye mentioned the food box: "I'll bring you food."

"What good food do you have today?!"

When Yu Xiaoyao heard the words, he regained his spirit immediately, and carp stood up straight from the ground.

Stepping into the quiet room, the playwright of Yong Ye felt the difference between the inside and the outside. The mysterious sound reverberated and curled up endlessly, making one's mind clear.

"See for yourself."

He sat on the ground, opened the food box, and took out the porcelain plates that were released from it. It was steaming and fragrant.

"Thick slices of clouds, Kung Pao chicken, old-fashioned barbecued pork buns, braised lion's head, squirrel mandarin fish, all of which I like to eat, but unfortunately there are no sausages and chicken legs."

Yu Xiaoyao also sat down again, with some regret in his words.

Afterwards, I saw the bottom of Yong Ye's self-serving box, and took out a greased paper bag: "I don't have chicken legs, do you want to eat duck legs?"

"Speaking of which, how do you know that I like to eat these?" Yu Xiaoyao snatched the oil paper bag, as if thinking of something: "Especially this cloud slice, listen to me tell you, this is from the Dragon Inn The signature dish is very delicious.”

The playwright of Yongye replied: "I went to Miss Yuxiao specifically to ask for advice. I only know you well when I come to Confucianism."

(End of this chapter)