The ambition to take advantage of the clouds

The scorching sun in the afternoon overshadowed the coldness of the western cold in winter.

Upstairs and downstairs, there were many Zhuang language and eloquent words.

When the voices below stopped for a while, Hong Sheng suddenly pressed the window sill and responded loudly:

"I have been sharpening my calligraphy and sword for twenty years,

The blue sky can be seen in the palm of your hand;

The man is determined to open the gate of heaven,

There is a new chapter on the rooftop."

After blurting out four sentences, the young Master of the Seven Meridians of the Harmony Realm had his fingers trembling and his face turned red.

For two thousand years of Dahua martial arts, Kaitianmen has always been used to refer to the artistic conception of breakthrough.

The Jietian Terrace is a landmark on the outskirts of Shenjing and is dedicated to the martial saints of the past dynasties.

"The man is determined to open the gate of heaven, and there is a new chapter on the rooftop..."

"Ah, that's good! My Aunt Liu is the most kind-hearted. If the new girl is more thoughtful, there will be more twists and turns in the family for nothing."

"Brother Hongda, I can't change the maid, I have to wait."

He spoke righteously and confidently, but when Qiude raised his eyes, his voice softened again.

In the only small private courtyard of Hong Mansion's Daizaiyuan, a palm-sized yellow-throated bunting was parked high on the window lattice, basking in the abundant charcoal fire inside.

“I hope that all of you here, if you are trapped or hurt in the future, can still remember what you have lost:

Hong Fan originally wanted to refuse, but when he turned around and saw the martial arts list written on bright yellow brocade again, he no longer felt that it was so far away.

The warm atmosphere, everyone's gazes, and the voices that gathered into the wind were like ropes, dragging him, a stranger in a foreign land, to this small border town.

"Please sir, I don't have any other intentions, but you accepted the gift from last time."

Hong Da's face was stern and his voice was two points louder.

Hong Da was stunned when he heard this and immediately reacted.

"How come someone made a reservation and didn't make it a first-come, first-served basis?!"

The man demanded in a plaintive voice.

This time, his voice was three times softer than before.

"Please, sir, you are tricking me!"

After receiving the look, the latter had no choice but to stand up and move to the chair next to him, letting out the armchair that was getting hot.

"Please sir, I have nothing else to do. I just came to ask if everything is okay."

"Brother Fu, why are you here so early?"

"Asahiyuan wants the person, you just go to the door and explain your reasons."

Hong Fu thanked Hong Da in a low voice before sitting down.

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A few days later, it was the first day of November.

Compared with the old house, Asahiyuan also only has one entrance, but its area is several times larger.

At this time, Hong Fu was sitting in the pavilion with his legs crossed.

Qiude nodded and was about to reply when he heard footsteps coming from the courtyard.

"I have never had any poetic talent, but I once read a couplet in an ancient book that can reflect my mood today."

Then, he also spoke:

"The Qingyun has not reached the sky,

Hearing what Hongda said, Qiu De had no choice but to stop writing: "There are indeed two, but someone has already decided on that."

Hong Shengrao's face was as red as blood, and he pinched the window sill to create cracks, but remained nailed to the spot with thousands of eyes on him.

No one stopped me blindly.

So, in less than ten days, Hong Fan moved to a new home.

Beside him were a pair of masters and servants, Zheng Furui and Lian Ou.

At the end of last month, Hong Sheng took the initiative to propose at a small clan meeting that the conditions of his second brother's courtyard were too poor and needed to be replaced.

When they saw their "enemy", they immediately turned cold and looked away.

Qiude smiled, took out the cup and poured Hong Fu a cup of tea.

"Please, uncle, when will the new maid assigned to my family by the clan arrive? You must give me an accurate answer this time."

"Brother Fan, Tui Gong Pill, Yin Xue Xiang, Qi Gathering Pill, according to the ratio of three, two, one, a total of six months' supply, bought in my name."

He was so sad that his eyebrows were drawn down, like a horoscope.

Excluding the small storage attic on the second floor and the hexagonal pavilion in the courtyard, there are six usable rooms.

Winter is already deep, but there is not much snow in the dry Jinhaicheng.

Two little poems came out, which completely aroused the voices of people upstairs and downstairs.

He replied with a smile, glancing at Hongda who was unhappy.

"No wonder the clan members say that the second young master is the closest to you."

Inside the room, Qiude sat behind his desk, checking the accounts and listening to the complaints of the middle-aged man opposite him.

It was early in the morning (nine o'clock), and most of the early morning chill had receded, leaving only a little bit of frost on the corners, stubbornly resisting the sunshine.

Hong Fan looked out and found Chi Xinchi who was crowded in the crowd on the street.

A particularly loud cheer came from below.

The crowd's breath turned into mist, and the martial arts parade was like a drum.

"The things have been loaded into the car. I'll have Ajie take someone to take them to Asahiyuan later."

"As for the two maids, they have been chosen. They are named Taohong and Liulu. They are both honest and decent, and they are also quick in their work!"

The flying dragon lurks like a silver carp;

The phoenix loses its feathers,

It’s also hidden among the sparrows.”

"There is no other way. We are two brothers in the same generation. If I don't help him, who will?"

Hong Fan's voice echoed among the buildings on Anning Street, spreading farther and farther.

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In the afternoon, Hongfu Chaoriyuan.

"I've been waiting for this for a month and a half. Recently, I've been serving my mother and finding excuses to quarrel with me every day. My life is almost unbearable..."

You must remember to take the clouds today,

He was once promised to be the best in the world!"

The little fat man said proudly, shaking his legs happily.

Hong Da made a gesture and pressed the table violently, but he didn't dare to really exert any force.

Hong Fu, who came in, bowed his hands towards Qiu De, nodded to Hong Da who was facing him, and then asked shyly.

"It's not impossible if you want to say first come, first served."

But the pursuit of virtue remains unmoved.

Seeing many eyes pointing in this direction, Li Shenji turned pale, clutched the jade pendant tightly and turned around to avoid the hall.

"That's natural. If I can't do this well and delay the second young master's cultivation, wouldn't it be a big sin?"

Qiude took the initiative to greet him. He didn't stand up, but his attitude was cordial.

The half-old building had been cleaned up, and several men in short coats with bare arms were struggling to move the iron weights to the designated corner of the courtyard.

Hong Fan did not want to plagiarize, so he spoke first and then chanted.

So, he couldn't suppress his emotions after all.

"Asahiin?"

The dull but fulfilling memories of the previous life flashed by like a revolving lantern, followed by the scorching flames and flying sand and flying stones during the practice in this life.

Hongda turned around and saw a round-shaped young man striding in, stuffing cakes into his mouth as he walked.

Qiude replied immediately.

He pointed to the wooden box on the table and took out a banknote and two broken silver ingots.

Hong Da next to him curled up his lips, but when he saw the butler asking for a drink, his expression warmed up.

There was a sudden silence between heaven and earth.

He said without raising his head, and after confirming again and again, he made a mark at the bottom of the account book.

"Is it our Xingjun?"

Hongfu liked to hear this.

"Brother Fu has made several trips to do these trivial matters in the past few days. It's really hard work!"

Ask for virtue and reply.

"I asked before I came here and found out that two new people had arrived in the maid's room and were teaching them the rules, so I came here..."

At the Penglai Pavilion, several young masters who were originally sitting at the second seat changed their eyes and came to Hong Fan in unison, urging him to sing a song too.

It seems equally true.

Li Shenji repeated it softly, shaking his head slightly at first, and finally couldn't help but touch the jade pendant on his waist.

"Brother Sheng, what a poem, what a spirit!"

After drinking hot tea together, Qiude sighed.

Then, the cheers from all directions became wild.

"I still have eighteen taels of money left."

PS: Hong Sheng’s four sentences were written blindly.

Li Shenji's four sentences are adapted from Cao Zhi's "Poetry of Statements":

Qingyun is not in fashion,

Yunlong dives for fish;

Shenluan lost his wife,

Also from Yanqueju.

[It must be remembered that today I took the clouds and promised to be the best in the world] A sentence was adapted from the Qing Dynasty poem "Inscribed on Thirty Strategies of Little Elephant".
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