C19

There was a river flowing through Qingyao County. The river flowed with clear water, and it was called the Cyan White River.

At the bottom of the river, there was a man with the appearance of a scholar hiding in the water.

The man's name was Qiao Zhuang Garden, someone from Qingyao County, two generations of ancestors. He was a poor scholar whose name had been left behind by his ancestors, and the father of Qiao Qiao Garden had named him Qiao Zhuang Garden, who had hoped and hoped that his son would be able to become the top scholar and bring glory to his ancestors.

Nameless on the leaderboard!

The lost soul of the scholar, do not know how to speak to the girl, that did not pass the exam and we cannot be together, the same meaning.

However, there was no need for the scholar to speak. County Governor Liu, who had read the rankings, laughed heartily and told his daughter that this was fate and also fate. He was unworthy to be together with you, a poverty-stricken scholar filled with complaints.

In her room, the listless Liu Qingran took out a letter from under her pillow.

This was the first time they had met. Before their departure, the poor scholar had spent the last copper coin in his pocket, buying paper and ink, and writing.

Lightly stroking the words on the paper, Liu Qingran choked with sobs as tears fell like rain.

The heavily guarded County Governor Manor. The emaciated Zhuang Yuan looked left and right, climbing over the walls to enter. After some thought, she might already know that he was unnamed on the leaderboard, but he still had to say a word to her face to face.

I don't want to say wait for me, the man just wanted to say, sorry, I hope you can be happy!

He loved her, but he didn't want to let down her youth. He was also right, he was just a poor scholar. If he couldn't become the top scorer, how could he give her a happy life?

Sometimes, Qiao Zhuang Yuan thought that if she was not the daughter of the prefecture governor of Qingyao County, but a woman from an ordinary family, would the outcome be different? Or perhaps, he was the son of a rich family, would he also be different?

They were well-matched, as they had been since ancient times.

The grief-stricken Scholar Qiao was fumbling in County Governor Manor. At the corner of a wall, Qiao Zhuang Garden that was fumbling heard a conversation. The scholar avoided being discovered and did not dare move.

"Has the task that the lord entrusted to you been completed?" In the darkness, a man asked.

"Don't worry. The head examiner already took a thousand taels of gold so he won't say anything. Besides, he already did everything. What benefits does he have by reporting on us?" A male replied.

"That's good. Hmph, a toad wants to eat swan meat. Since he's thinking about our young miss, why don't you look at him?!" However, that kid does have some ability to get into the top scorer. "

"What's the use of getting the top scholar? I heard that in a few days, a young master from the capital will come to propose marriage to our young lady. Heh, how can that poor kid compare with others?"

Under the wall, Qiao Zhuang Yuan clenched his fists.

It's not that he failed the examinations, but that he managed to become the top scorer. It's County Governor Liu.

The poor scholar was extremely angry!

"Who?"

Both of them were County Governor Liu's confidantes. They were skilled practitioners and had excellent hearing. They could immediately sense the sudden hurried breathing of Qiao Zhuang Garden.

Sitting in the green wooden chair, County Governor Liu smiled as he sipped a mouthful of tea. He shouted at Qiao Zhuang who was gritting his teeth down below, "Do you know what crime it is to barge into County Governor Manor at night?"

"Heh." Qiao Zhuangyuan laughed in exasperation and said coldly, "Then may I ask Sir Liu, what is the crime of deliberately making a person's reputation go down the drain?"

County Governor Liu's eyes flashed as he walked to the front of Qiao Zhuang Garden and squatted down. "Don't blame me. It's your bad luck that has caused me to underestimate you. I never expected you to be the top scholar. But what can you do?" "My daughter is going to marry a noble of the Southern Cyanwood Forest. As for you, you are unlucky."

"AHH!"

At that moment, the poverty-stricken scholar, Qiao Zhuang Yuan, who was a gentleman that did not make a move, wished he could punch County Governor Liu. Unfortunately, his hands were being held down.

"If you do this, you won't be happy. Do you not care about the happiness of your daughter at all?" Qiao Zhuang Yuan shouted.

I do care, but the happiness of my daughter has nothing to do with you. Didn't you hear that in a few days, Beijing would come here and he would be engaged to Qingran. As for you? "County Governor Liu smiled coldly," I didn't want my daughter to know that there was another person who would not give up on her.

County Governor Liu waved his hand at the two people who were suppressing the poor scholar.

"For Qingran's happiness, I'll have to trouble you to die!"

It was night, and a sack had been thrown into the Green White River.

Inside the sack, with his hands and feet tied up and his mouth stuffed with coarse cloth, the poor scholar struggled with all his might. But what could he do?

The river was cold and full of hot blood.

Qiao Zhuang Garden, which was devoid of life, had its soul leave its body. It gradually became dispirited and was about to disappear from the world.

Suddenly, in the sack, the poor scholar had a book and a card on his waist that were glimmering with a dim light.

The light was very warm, and his mind was a mess. Scenes of his life flashed in the mind of the poor scholar, and when he saw the book tablet, the man felt confident that he would be able to take the title of top scholar and go to the outskirts of Beijing to view the water while on the mountain side. On that day, he met an old scholar on the mountain, carrying a case on his back and wearing cloth shoes, who then looked at the mountain in front of him and chanted, "Look far south of the black mountain, and look down at the black, and look down at the black, and look down at the bottom, and look down at the bottom, and look at the top."

Qiao Zhuang Yuan wiped his sweat. This poem was not ordinary.

Seeing that there was someone at the side, the old scholar who was reciting the poem was neither ashamed nor ashamed. He asked with a calm face, "Young man, how's my poem?"

After thinking carefully, Qiao Zhuang Yuan spoke up softly, "To speak the truth, your poem is a bit unheard-of at first, but when you think about it carefully, the Green Mountain is inverted, the universe is inverted, and everything is inverted. "Good poem!"

The old scholar laughed heartily. "You're quite a perceptive young man. Not bad, not bad at all."

On that day, the young scholar and the old scholar chatted happily. Before parting ways, the old scholar took out a bamboo medallion from the box behind his back and advised, "Scholar, I'll give this bamboo medallion to you.

After the old scholar left, Qiao Zhuangyuan looked down and smiled. On the bamboo token, four large words were written crookedly.

Falling back to its roots!

In the icy cold river and on the bamboo and wooden bookplates, the four crooked words glowed with a gentle white light. The light penetrated through the cloth bag and the surface of the water.

The rich water of spirit energy nourished the poor scholar's soul and no longer showed any signs of dissipating. Qiao Zhuang Garden's consciousness gradually cleared up as he looked at the sack under the river and then lowered his head to look at himself, "Have I become a ghost?"

BOOM!

The water circulation of spirit energy was still rushing towards the scholar's soul. The rich spirit energy forced the scholar to sink to the bottom of the river, unable to move as he absorbed the spirit energy from the water.

He had originally thought that he had managed to escape calamity.

From County Governor Liu, he learned that the poor scholar had died on his way back to his hometown. Liu Qingran was in deep grief as he looked at the piece of paper.

The most sorrowful of all was the poor scholar. He was nourished by the water energy, and he even felt that he had become one with the river. With just a thought, the river surged, but Qiao Zhuang Yuan could not move under the water energy's nourishment.

That day, the poor scholar helplessly watched his beloved girl jump into the river and slowly sink down.

Pain, as if a knife had been twisted into his heart. The poor scholar struggled, but he was still unable to break free from the rich spiritual energy of the water.

He watched with his own eyes as the girl drowned in the river. A piece of paper flew out from the woman's arms and was torn apart by the water. His eyes were empty, but his soul didn't cry.

When the spirit energy had gradually dissipated, Qiao Zhuang Garden's heart was like dying embers as he lifted the woman in the water and roared!

The blue and white river churned as the man used the water vapor to step into County Governor Manor. He wanted to ask why he did not care about his daughter's happiness and forced her to die? He wanted to know if there was anyone who could interfere with County Governor Liu's lawlessness. If there was no one left to bother about, he would!

In County Governor Manor, County Governor Liu trembled from battle as he cowered in a corner. "Qiao Zhuang Garden, don't come over!"

"What are you afraid of, County Governor Liu?"

Suppressing the fear in his heart, County Governor Liu said with a shudder, "Humans and ghosts have different paths. To think that you are committing heinous acts. The heavens will not forgive you."

Qiao Zhuang Yuan laughed out loud and said angrily: "Are you even worthy of being a human?"

He grabbed County Governor Liu and wanted to return to the Blue White River. He wanted to let the dog County Governor personally experience the pain of being unable to breathe in the river!

Weng! *

The chanting of scriptures sounded as an elder outside the county governor's residence's hall bellowed, "Don't be impudent, ghosts! Quickly retreat!"

Behind the old man, a man lit up a talisman. With a flash of golden light, a woman lit up a stick of incense.

The golden light covered Qiao Zhuang Yuan's eyes. He felt his entire body was parched and hot, the pain was unbearable, and the sermons he heard made his soul unsteady.

As the water vapour suffused the air, Qiao Zhuang Garden had no choice but to abandon County Governor Liu and return back to the Blue White River as quickly as possible.

After that, he had escaped County Governor Liu by a fluke and began to search for the immortal masters in the vicinity. He was prepared to encircle and kill the men hiding in the river, but no one could do anything to Qiao Zhuang Yuan as long as he hid in the river.

He had even made a deal with the water demons in the Cyan White River. As long as he managed to capture the Residence of Qiao Zhuang Garden, County Governor Liu would offer a hundred live offerings to the water demons in the river!

He wished that he could rush out of the river and announce County Governor Liu's hideous face to the world. However, there was no helping it, as long as he left, his strength would be greatly reduced and he would be unable to resist those immortal masters. Moreover, no matter what he said, those immortal masters would only feel that he was deceiving them.

Fortunately, the water demons seemed to have merged with the river, and it was not easy to catch him. However, the man eavesdropped on the crab's face a few days ago, and said the water demon who was the size of a millstone said, "In a few days, the King will reach a higher level and resonate with the river, and then the scholar will be caught."

Hidden within the aquatic plants, Qiao Zhuang Yuan sighed. Could it be that a good person can't live long, while a bad person can live to be a hundred years old?

— —

The leader of the soldiers said in a kind tone, "Foreigner, leave quickly. The county city is under martial law recently, and you are not allowed to enter."

Outside the city, the old man who did not look like a good person laughed and said, "We are here to help the County City out."

"Help?"

The somewhat scarier looking Ma Xin swung his sleeves and the city gate opened on its own.

Senior Qian shouted, "Hurry up and let them through!"

On the city wall, the soldier looked as if he had just awoken from a dream as he hastily ran down and bowed, "Ladies and gentlemen, please excuse me for being blind and not recognizing Mt. Tai."

As Dong Lianyan and his group entered the Green Light County, the door slowly closed. From afar, a series of shouts could be heard.

Dong Wuyan, who was standing next to Ma Xin, turned around.

Outside the city gate, an old scholar carrying a book case was running, gasping for breath and shouting.

"Wait a moment, wait for me, don't close the door!"

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