"Fuck!"

The bard was once again frightened and fled in panic, escaping into another nook and cranny.

"Peng!"

A falling rock fell from the sky, almost killing him, but was suddenly caught by a hand as gentle as jade.

"careful."

This warm and magnetic sound is heart-wrenching.

The bard raised his eyes and was surprised to see in front of him a man wearing a jade crown and a white robe, dressed as a wealthy scholar. He looked about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old.

The man has a pure white face, plump and heavenly, eyes as bright as stars, a straight nose, lips like jade, plump and handsome, and a refined temperament.

"More, more life-saving grace."

The bard was dumbfounded. Such an extraordinary-looking man definitely seemed to have a great background.

He had nothing to say in return, so he could only take out a dirty apple from his arms and hand it over.

"Eat, do you want to eat?"

"What is this?" The scholar's eyes were starry and he looked at it with a smile.

"Apples, apples, are something only found in the earthly world. In the spirit refining world, they are light and cannot be eaten easily..." the bard stuttered a little.

The scholar glanced at the black stain on the apple without leaving any trace, smiled and declined, looked towards the long street, and pointedly said: "What you said, your knowledge is extraordinary, how could you end up in such a situation?"

"Oh my God!" The bard pulled the vegetable leaves above his head and cried bitterly. "Has someone finally understood me? Are you willing to believe that what I said is all true?"

"Yeah." The scholar nodded slightly.

The bard cried "Wow" again, hugged the scholar's thigh, and complained while wiping his nose while awake. The bitter water poured out as if he couldn't spit it out:

"I'm miserable!

"After so many years, I finally met a close friend. The profession of 'poet' is really not something that only one person can do.

"After all, I was also the old man who composed the ballad "Ten Seats" back then, and I was on the same world-famous level as the spiritual refiners of that era.

“I didn’t expect that times have changed and I can’t even make money, so I just want to make ends meet…

The bard picked up the apple, clamped a clean vegetable leaf, took a vicious bite, and said sadly: "We still have to rely on this method!"

Scholar: "..."

He finally pulled his legs out of the arms of the poor poet. He didn't care about the strange liquid on his clothes. He frowned and said, "Did you write the ballad 'Ten Seats'?"

"It's me!" The bard raised his head, patted his chest, and his eyes became more lively. "How about it? Can it be catchy?"

"It's quite cool..." The scholar hesitated for a moment and then asked, "But is the order wrong? For example, why is the first place not the same as the last place, and why is the second place not the second place and the second last place?"

"Ah this?" The bard was startled, fear flashing across his face.

Over the years, he has indeed been beaten by many people because of the order of the "Ten Seats" songs.

For example, in the sentence "Qui Leihan, the eight acquaintances, the gods and ghosts are unpredictable in the sky", in the Sword God Heaven of the Eastern Region, too many people think that the "eight acquaintances" should be ranked first.

But there is no way to change it!

I thought I had met a close friend now and could chat about some romantic and interesting stories from the past, but I never thought that this guy dressed as a scholar and looking easy to talk to was also struggling with the order of the ten seats.

"What's wrong with this?"

The bard forced himself to stretch his head, trying not to let his momentum weaken, and argued: "Besides, there is really no way to change it. Once the position is changed, I won't be able to continue editing!"

The scholar was choked for a moment.

"My abilities are limited, hey, I'm sorry..." Seeing that the wealthy scholar had no urge to hit anyone, the bard laughed at himself and gnawed on the apple again.

"The benefactor must have found me because he had questions to ask?" He quickly raised his eyes again, because he simply didn't believe that someone would save a dirty person like himself for no reason.

"Yeah." The scholar nodded.

"I can tell you everything I know, and I can tell you everything I know," the bard expressed.

The scholar smiled and pointed to the long street and said: "What you said there is very insightful. I would like to ask you if you still know the whereabouts of the fifth gate of the Sky City, the 'Qilin Gate', which is also the 'Void Gate'?"

"Uh." This time the bard's expression froze, "I don't know..."

"I really don't know. Or can't I say it? I dare not say it?" The scholar did not give up and asked curiously.

The sincere expression on his face made it impossible to lie. The bard gritted his teeth and responded seriously:

"Without hiding anything from my benefactor, if you want me to know, even if it is on the Guizhe Holy Mountain, I will point it out to you, because I am not afraid of death...

"But now, I really don't know. I'm just a bard who only knows how to talk, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten to where I am now..."

He had a look of helplessness on his face, and his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of being tortured by life.

The scholar frowned slightly, with a pretty face, and then said: "Then do you know other ways to enter the Void Island besides these five gates?"

Void Island... The bard chewed on this word and looked at the person in front of him in surprise, thinking that you have an extraordinary origin.

But he showed no abnormality and replied seriously: "Yes, as long as the benefactor finds the Void Order, he can enter the Sky City!"

The scholar was helpless: "I just don't have the Void Order..."

"Then there is another way!" The bard racked his brains to give his benefactor a reward, and said: "There is a sixth door in this world that allows the benefactor to enter the city in the sky without any effort, and even make a sacrifice.

There’s no need to do any rituals.”

"Oh? What is it?" The scholar was quite interested.

"The Gate of Time and Space!"

After the bard finished speaking, he sighed again:

"But the benefactor should be nowhere to be found. The 'Gate of Time and Space' has the ability to travel through all time and space. If nothing else, it should be sealed in the forbidden area of ​​the 'Negative Gate Clan' in the Central Region.

"I have only a few insights, but no actual ability to help my benefactor. I'm really sorry."

After listening, the scholar fell into deep thought.

"Your words have awakened some memories in me...

"The Gate of Time and Space should not belong to the Negative Gate clan anymore..."

He murmured.

After a long time, he lowered his head again, took off a small ornament with a black thread on his neck, handed it over and asked, "Can you recognize this thing?"

The bard took the trinket and found that it was a small piece of wood the size of two thumbnails, and the workmanship was extremely rough.

Door shape.

The word "time and space" is engraved on it in crooked characters.

"..."

Seeing this, the alley suddenly fell into dead silence.

After a long time, the bard held the wooden imitation and raised his eyes to look at the scholar, trying to see if the other person was joking.

But I found that the scholar looked back with an extremely serious and curious look, and the expression on his face was full of true curiosity.

what does it mean!

The bard went crazy when he saw this, his expression became unnatural, and he twitched slightly: "If my knowledge didn't appear...well, disordered, it...shouldn't be the 'Gateway of Time and Space'? It should be something like Amulet-like...fake?"

The hope on the scholar's face suddenly turned into disappointment.

The bard was shocked to see it.

What kind of rare creature is this?

Did you never receive the influence of worldly darkness when you grew up?

How could you be so naive?

He dared to hand over a piece of wood just by touching it, and he was so serious...what kind of ridiculous answer were you expecting me to give?

Seeing the booksellers withdrawing the door-shaped wood withered in a sluggish way, the bard felt a sudden sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"correct."

He seemed to have thought of something and stopped worrying about what he had just done. He chewed up the core of the apple and swallowed it, and said solemnly:

"I haven't asked the benefactor's name yet. I can't help with anything else. But if the benefactor wants to gain some fame, I can help you compile a poem or something and spread it around."

"Similar to the 'Gouwa Poem'?" the scholar said with a smile as he tied back his collection of pendants.

"Uh!" The bard's expression froze and he scratched his head, "That's just the tip of the iceberg of my strength!"

"No need." The scholar waved his hand and refused, taking steps to leave.

"My benefactor can't let me not even have a name to repay my kindness, right?" the bard shouted at his back.

This actually made the scholar pause for a moment.

But he didn't look back and spoke in a normal tone: "Repay if you want, but just repay the favor in your heart. I don't seek worldly fame... Besides, my name is Kong Yuhen."

Spare time to hate?
To be continued...