The capital of the Great Qin Empire has the most comfortable age in the world!

No matter when, there should be no need for worldly joy in the capital. Even if this kind of happiness only appears on the people, it will still be very suitable for the empire. Isn’t the purpose of the Qin Empire to let the people live and work in peace?

With the spread of Qin civilization, the countries in the world have been increasingly valued by the countries over the past few decades. Even the leaders of the countries that invaded Qin many years ago have been highly praised for the New Year festivals. They have never settled down every year and promoted their beliefs and unique insights they have learned and summarized.

Of course, this kind of insight cannot be spread to the Qin Empire.

The sacred land of the empire is in the unknowable world, and even the Western countries and the kings in the Mobei Kingdom do not dare to rashly target or take action. Perhaps the sacred land of the empire is the most peaceful and kind sacred land in the world, but it cannot make people forget the terrible horror behind the kindness and peace.

The end of the year is here...

The 19th year of Tiansheng is just in a flash.

In the hearts of many people, the festival needs to be remembered and enjoyed. What they are looking forward to is the enrollment of the school, which is not far away. Many people are always watching the opportunity to jump into the dragon gate. Even if there is no one in their own home, they will recommend neighbors and villagers to visit. Maybe there are some opportunities.

The school seemed silent, and the whole city was decorated with lights and decorations, full of joy and peace.

When the night gradually dimmed, Lin Yi brought up half a jar of old wine, sorted out his clothes, and tried to clean them as well as possible to avoid causing some unpleasant effects on others. As for the situation of half a jar of old wine, he was really powerless. Half a penny could stump the hero, let alone he was not a hero, and he was even more scratched by money.

A jar of good wine that should have been rewarded has turned into a half jar of old wine.

The difference between the two words is huge!

Of course, Lin Yi didn't care. He just went there. As for the impact these minor points would have, he was really powerless.

......

The spring rain in the north city is at the end.

A name with a very classical flavor is a bit difficult to pronounce.

The houses on both sides of the street were particularly silent, as if the surrounding houses were uninhabited. Lin Yi, carrying half a jar of old wine, walked leisurely on the street, wandering back and forth between the streets. Although the situation in the street at the end of the spring rain was a bit strange, it was the most important and peaceful time of the year after all, there were a lot of yamen patrolling the city, and there were also many imperial guards wandering around the streets.

Logically speaking, no one dares to do something disrespectful at this time.

Dingdong!

Dingdong!

Dingdong!

A pleasant sound came from half a jar of old wine, and the wine hit the wall of the altar and made a wonderful sound like a splashing under a spring water.

The silent spring rain suddenly sounded in the street.

Back and forth, echoing on both sides of the street.

The spring rain was empty and cold at the end of the street. The cold wind from the beginning and end of the street suddenly blew, blowing open the corner of Lin Yi's clothes. When he came out, he forgot to put on his cloak and did not carry the sword on his body. At this time, the wind became cold and he felt that he had made a major mistake.

I could only keep going forward with my teeth.

Walk to the entrance of the alley.

At the end of the spring rain, the plaque of old people!

I happened to see the house at the entrance of the alley. It should be considered a very remote location in the entire street. It is located at the intersection of two streets, and the room should be accessible on both sides. It looks simple and unpretentious outside and there is no strange place. If you have to say something, then the plaque with the words "Old and Old" written on this room is undoubtedly the strangest place.

The streets at the end of spring rain were built in imitation of the most prosperous commercial streets in Xianyang.

I don’t know when the shops above were closed one after another at the end of the spring rain. Until now, the entire street is home to people, and there is no longer the bustling and lively scene before.

When he walked to the door, Lin Yi looked solemnly and knocked on the door.

The door of the house is open.

It was the book god of that day. When he looked at Lin Yi, he nodded.

The scholar had sweat beads on his forehead, as if he had experienced a very hard and tiring labor. After nodding to Lin Yi, he turned around and walked into the house. The sky was dim and there were many oil lamps lit up inside, illuminating the entire house. There seemed to be a backyard behind it, but the door was tightly closed, and there was an old iron lock on the door bolt, which seemed to be quite difficult to open.

"Sit down, the time has not arrived yet, the food has not been prepared yet..."

After saying that, the scholar walked to the front of the iron lock, quietly looked at the iron lock, and his face gradually became solemn. He stayed in front of the iron lock for a long time, and left Lin Yi next to him for a long time, until the beautiful figure who walked out of the road in the house next to him shouted to the scholar.

"Forget it if you can't understand it, there is no need to torture yourself, it's time to have a meal."

The woman was very young, at least much younger than the scholar. Lin Yi felt that women should be about the same age as her. The woman put the food on the table, looked at Lin Yi with a smile on her face, very polite and very distanced, and then turned around and walked towards the kitchen. Lin Yi looked at the woman's back, and there was nothing strange about it. It was normal for her to have a sense of distance when we met for the first time.

At least the woman is very polite.

The scholar looked back and smiled and said, "There is nothing good to watch, I'm used to it."

As he said that, he laughed twice.

When Lin Yi heard this, he was speechless. What is this?

I'm used to seeing everything.

After saying that, the scholar continued to look at the iron lock. Lin Yi was curious and walked to the scholar with an oil lamp. Looking at the iron lock illuminated by the oil lamp, it looked particularly strange, but it gave Lin Yi an illusion that was extremely shocked. He rubbed his eyes hard, rubbed his eyes with a panic of Venus, and then continued to stare at him, only to find that he had read it right at all.

It's really a ridiculous thing.

The scholar turned around and stared at Lin Yi as if he had realized it suddenly, and said to himself: "I specially invited you to come over, but I was still watching stupidly. It's really ridiculous. If you come and take a look, maybe there are some signs..."

At this time, the scholar's eyes were not expecting at all, but his absolute trust in Lin Yi, as if he already knew that Lin Yi would be able to open this iron lock and would inevitably bring him a perfect answer.

Lin Yiwu shook his head, "I shouldn't be able to open this kind of iron lock..."

"Why can't you open it?" The scholar frowned in the darkness and questioned his tone.

Lin Yi spread his hands and turned to the table: "I can open it myself or not, don't I know? And listening to your words, it seems like I can open it. I really want to know who gave you the confidence, or which action made you feel that I have such a big illusion. For this, I can apologize to you."

"Everyone has different opinions on anything. You think I can, I don't necessarily...."

His words were very gentle, not at all aggressive. The scholar was a very powerful practitioner and was already at the peak of his practice. He was just an ordinary practitioner with a very low level. If the scholar wanted to kill him, it would be enough for him to not use any effort. Therefore, when explaining his own thoughts, even with dissatisfaction and irritability in his heart, he still maintained the clearest thoughts and rational language.

The scholar stood up, looked at Lin Yi with interest, raised his eyebrows, and said, "It's right, it's very clear. Only if you know yourself the best, others will always see things that are superficial, but cannot see their depths. What do you mean, right?"

The scholar's words are very cold!

In the dim lights, Lin Yi's body trembled slightly, as if he had suffered an extremely terrible impact. In an instant, the stimulation from outside suddenly disappeared, and his body returned to peace again, but the thoughts in his mind were stirred up and could not be suppressed for a long time.

Before this, something he had been worried about seemed to happen.

The scholar did not attack him, so he did not know whether the scholar was an enemy or a friend. Only with the idea of ​​repaying kindness and making friends could he suppress his inner anxiety and come here. After all, the scholar had released his kindness before, so he naturally believed that the scholar was not hostile to him, and he did not absolutely want to kill him. Moreover, this is Xianyang, so there should be very few people who killed.

But he ignored some very important factors in the end.

The scholar is a practitioner, and he is also a practitioner. The practitioner in the cave source realm of the Black Ice Platform died in front of him. No matter how you look at it, the scholar will not be a ruler, and there will be no possibility of being impossible if you kill him.

The space inside the house suddenly stagnated and the atmosphere became particularly strange.

The scholar sat on the bench, holding a wide sleeve of Confucian robe, and twisting half a piece of flesh with his fingers, which was very moist and delicious. Then he looked at Lin Yi's slightly trembling back, and the shadows drawn by the dim lights were shaking slightly. Perhaps the lights were shaken by the cold wind, but more of Lin Yi's body was trembling.

He smiled and shook his head, saying, "There is no tension in the atmosphere, and I will not kill you. If you want to kill you, I will have killed you long ago. Why wait until now? Open your half jar of old wine. I smell the fragrance of wine. Although it is not a good wine, it is better than nothing."

After hearing these words, Lin Yi's vigilant expression was removed.

Tear off the plug and pour it into the bowl. The wine is fragrant and quiet, and it is a bit intoxicating.

The scholar immediately picked up the wine glass and was about to drink, but he heard a cold sound in the room, full of extreme anger.

"Drinking alcohol is not allowed. Does what you say does not count?"

The scholar put down the wine bowl, licked his tongue quickly, and responded angrily: "I haven't drunk for many years, and I've been getting addicted to alcohol for a long time. I've been suppressing these years. This year, someone comes, drinking is common sense, why don't you allow it?"

"You have said that you should keep your promise if you don't drink!"

"Okay, I accept it!"

The scholar finally heard the woman's words, but his expression was obviously painful.

It seems that it is not because he can't drink alcohol, but because of the promise in the woman's mouth. As for what it is, Lin doesn't know. What he is curious about now is the relationship between a woman and a scholar. Of course, these are all methods of women's gossip on the street, and Lin will not do it. However, curiosity is not a sin, and it is natural to exude curiosity and should not be condemned.

The woman brought out the wine and food. The wine was rice wine, which tasted good.

The scholar had no choice but to look at the woman, and Lin Yi looked at the woman curiously.

The woman ignored the two gazes, calmly put down the things in her hand, and then left.
Chapter completed!