Chapter 228 A dream that cannot be cured
In the long library street, in the Cao Xin Hall, a group of library people were scratching their heads and scratching their heads around Wei Shu, who was resting on the bed, not knowing how to start.
They are all good people in the library, some are elders, some are masters, they are all famous people, but now they are frowning and wailing.
Yan Wangsheng was hiding aside, looking at the group of library people with cold eyes and snoring in his heart.
Half a month has passed since Yan Wangsheng brought Wei Shu back.
Half a month ago, when Wei Shu, who couldn't sleep for a long time, was brought to the library, several library members who were good at magic confidently said that they could remove Wei Shu's long hair by just using their hands at will. Dream.
Half a month has passed.
One is exhausted, three are autistic, and one is crazy.
The crazy one is really crazy.
That was an elder from the library, who was extremely skilled in magic. He tried to use his soul to connect to Wei Shu's body, hoping to solve this big dream from the inside.
Then the elder also fell into a dream and slept for three full days.
Three days later, he woke up.
The elder looked up to the sky and laughed three times, then hit his head against a pillar, causing a bloody head injury.
In the end, the library spent a lot of effort to save the elder.
However, even so, he has lost the ability to communicate with others normally and has become a complete lunatic. He runs around on the street every day, laughing.
At this point, the "dream no one can interpret" that Wei Shu received was like the wind, blowing all over the streets and alleys of the library, attracting those pretentious library members who thought they were proficient in everything. come over.
That’s it for now.
"I have been studying for thirty years, and what have I not seen? What have I not seen?"
The old man who just stepped back cried several times, and then sat aside in despair. On the table, shedding tears silently: < br>
"I've never seen this before, I really don't understand it! Who has this magical power? Why can a long dream last so long? Why is this dream impeccable inside and outside? What on earth is this? Why? ”
Many library members nearby also came to the old man's side to comfort him.
Some people take pleasure in others' misfortunes, while others really mean it.
Those who gloat over misfortunes are those who have never tried to interpret dreams, and those who are sincere are those who have tried to interpret dreams.
The former did not know how difficult it was, while the latter knew what the elder had gone through.
After the elder cried for a while, he was helped down, and soon other library members came to try.
Yan Wangsheng looked at it for a while.
This group of people alone want to defeat the Taoist Master’s magic?
That’s really a sweet dream.
Losing the temper to continue observing, Yan Wangsheng wanted to leave the noisy room.
Suddenly he saw an old man with white hair and beard walking towards him.
Seeing the old man, a cold light appeared in the depths of Yan Wangsheng's eyes, but he immediately hid it and put on an eager smile:
"Householder, have you come to see your apprentice?"
"Yes, come and take a look at my useless disciple." The old man sighed.
This man is a layman from Ulu and the master of Wei Shu.
He is also one of the three laymen in the library today.
"Disciple, disciple?"
I called twice by the bedside, but there was no response. Ulu layman could only let out a long sigh and strangled his wrist.
It really looks like he is worried about his apprentice.
Then he looked at Yan Wangsheng:
"Mr. Yan, do you really not know what happened to my disciple?"
Yan Wangsheng could see that Ulu layman's eyes were staring at him intently. He said he was lamenting, but it felt more like an interrogation.
He snorted in his heart.
This old boy actually doesn’t care that much about his apprentice at all.
The master is not the master. There are countless disciples under the command of Ulu layman. Wei Shu can only be regarded as talented, but he is far from being regarded as a group of people with fame and achievements.
It is clear that he is asking this remaining old library man in the name of his disciple, and he has no good intentions at all.
Of course, after so many years, Yan Wangsheng was not a vegetarian, so he immediately pretended to lament and said:
“I don’t know about this. When I arrived at Wei Shu’s residence, he was already there. This is what it looks like.
“I don’t know if it’s because of an evil spirit or if it’s been cursed. "
Ulu layman stared at Yan Wangsheng closely, and Yan Wangsheng responded with a pair of cloudy eyes.
The air in the entire cabin seemed to condense for a moment, even Cao Cao yelling next to him The old men who were standing also stopped and looked at the two people carefully
"What a pity. I thought Mr. Yan would know who the thief was who harmed my disciple."
"You are joking. I am not that powerful. I have to rely on all the library gentlemen." .”
Yan Wangsheng saluted and said. : "I still have a class this afternoon, and I have to teach those brats, so I won't be here to keep you company. I hope you gentlemen can continue to work hard and they will definitely be cured.
"And... maybe this kid will wake up one day? ”
After saying this, Yan Wangsheng turned around and left the house, leaving only the library people behind.
They looked at each other, and no one dared to say anything. They just continued to noisy, thinking about how to cure Wei Shu who was lying on the hospital bed.
After Yan Wangsheng left, Ulu layman's face instantly darkened.
“This damn old man must know something!”
Let the library members cure Wei Shu?
Ulu layman knew the skills of this group of people, and if taken alone, they were indeed the best among the big beams, but they were all helpless with this technique.
Who else could have cast this spell?
Haha! It’s so hard to guess!
Ulu layman knew that his apprentice would definitely not be saved, so he turned around and left after pretending to remember him for a few moments.
Walking in the long alley of the library, the layman Ulu frowned. He really just couldn't figure out how to pry the words out of Yan Wangsheng's mouth.
At this time, a jade plaque on the waist of Ulu layman suddenly started buzzing and vibrating.
He raised his hand and touched it, with a faint look of shock on his face.
The jade medal was obtained by him from an adult in Kyoto.
The adult said at that time that whenever someone wanted to find him, this jade plaque would buzz.
Which adult wants to do something by himself?
Putting away the jade plaque, the layman in Ulu hurriedly walked towards the long street of the library, not daring to delay at all.
After leaving the library alley, he directly called a carriage driver and pulled him to the edge of Kyoto.
Looking out the window on the carriage, looking at the flowers, I couldn't help but think of the first time I met the owner of the jade pendant.
At that time, he was still young and studying at home. One day, his father was filled with joy and took him away from home to a hidden house in Kyoto.
And it was in that secluded house that Ulu layman met his nobleman for the first time in his life.
In the courtyard that year, the palace maid lifted a sedan chair and fell from the sky. Flower petals were flying in the air. The nobleman spoke to him in a gentle tone through the curtain:
"You are quite knowledgeable. In the future, there will be a shortage of books in the Kyoto library." "Can you come to stay for me?"
The young Ulu layman agreed at his father's suggestion.
Subsequently, he rose to prominence in Kyoto, reading documents and studying classics. He became a well-known nobleman and entered a library.
Check and balance the remaining library members.
It is no exaggeration to say that all the achievements that Ulu layman can achieve now are brought about by noble people. No matter what noble people ask him to do, he will do his best to complete it.
But to this day, he still doesn’t know the noble man’s true identity.
The nobles have too high a position, and the Ulu laymen only know that they are a wealthy family in Kyoto and have real power.
That’s all.
Soon the coachman arrived at the place. It looked like an ordinary private house, simple and rustic, with no one around.
The layman in Ulu gave the money to the coachman. After the coachman took it, he left the place without staying much or asking any questions.
Taking care of his clothes, he looked full of energy, then he opened the door of the house in front of him and stepped inside.
Stepping into the house, there was no one around. Ulu layman closed his eyes for seven seconds. When he opened his eyes, the surroundings had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Peach tree, pond, small stone table.
A bright moon hangs in the sky, and the ground is paved with petals.
Peaceful, beautiful, quiet and pleasant.
Nobles often ask him to meet here, just because the night view here is beautiful.
Looking from a distance, Ulu layman found a familiar sedan car parked under the peach tree. There were four maids standing next to the sedan chair with expressionless faces.
Ulu layman still remembers that when he was young, it was the four of them who carried the sedan chair. Over the years, there has been no change at all.
It’s not because these four palace ladies have any formula for immortality, but because they are not human at all.
These are four paper figures!
It’s just that the craftsmanship of the paper-making figures is very high. Unless you touch them, it is impossible to know the true identities of these four palace ladies.
But besides them, there was actually a number one person in the courtyard today.
It was a swinger, wearing shabby clothes and looking dirty. He was a beggar.
His hair is like a cap, gray and covering his eyes. His nose is big and red, and it looks a bit droopy.
At this moment, the prodigal was sitting in front of the nobleman's sedan, holding a gourd of wine and drinking, looking informal.
Ulu layman frowned slightly.
Why is there a beggar here?
(End of this chapter)