Lin Manliu listened to the man in the yellow shirt and felt the scene of the three pools reflecting the moon in front of him. He tried his best to think about how he should draw the sword and how to breathe and adjust his inner breath when drawing the sword.

After the man in the yellow shirt coughed slightly after a while, the boy in the short shirt came out of his thoughts and looked at the man in the yellow shirt. Under the moonlight, he finally had time to look at the man who was selling his "Landscape Nourishment" during the day like a charlatan.

"Sword Judgment", a strange man who drew a sword to teach him a lesson at night because his answer was not satisfactory. Looking carefully, he is not that handsome but has some green hair on his face, extending from the temples to his chin and neck. If he looks like this

If you don't have sex for half a month, you will definitely look like a savage with a beard on your face.

The man in yellow shirt looked at the young man in front of him who was staring at him, and scolded him: "If you don't practice your sword well and stare at others, why have you never seen an old man with a beard on his face?"

Lin Manliu had to deal with it with a giggle, and then said: "Senior may just be a little anxious because of his appearance. His voice and body shape are not much older than mine. He must be in his early twenties."

The man in the yellow shirt said yes and stopped talking, looking at the moonlight in the West Lake. The boy in the short shirt followed his gaze and saw the bright moon reflected in the lake scattering and gathering in the waves, but there was no way he could get rid of this.

The bright moon disperses.

When it was almost midnight, the man in the yellow shirt spoke again: "You can only be considered a third-level leader after learning how to cultivate mountains and rivers and swordsmanship. With your strength, you can fight against those fifth- and sixth-level sect disciples. I can only say

There is a slight chance of winning. If you practice more and combine with the dagger behind you, you will definitely win a place in the third class."

Lin Manliu was a little surprised and said: "Is the gap so big because of ventilation and breath adjustment? Isn't that already different from ordinary people?"

The man in yellow shirt looked at the young man with some disdain and said: "That's it. Otherwise, why do you think those high-ranking disciples look down on the world as strong men, and why the dynasty is willing to let the entire south be in the hands of Jianghu after the world is settled?"

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This time it was the boy in the short shirt who said "Oh" and then fell silent. The man in the yellow shirt felt helpless when he saw this, and said jokingly: "I taught you so much about carrying that sword on your back. Can you lend me a look? Or take off the black shirt."

Just let me watch it from a distance."

The young man quickly refused and said: "This sword was a gift from the master. I don't want to forget the master's command. Please forgive me, senior."

The man in yellow shirt said with some relief but also a little sarcasm: "Your master is not even willing to teach you these breathing methods. If you had known about these methods on the road, you would have been beaten and almost died?".

After these words, the two were silent for a while. Lin Manliu couldn't help but looked at the man in front of him angrily and said: "I don't respect you as a senior and I dare not draw my sword now. I just can't beat you now. If you still

If you want to slander your master, even if you can't beat me, I will still rub some skin off of you."

Seeing the boy's reaction, the man in the yellow shirt quickly waved his hand and said, "You're just kidding, let's keep dragging Wenha. I'll go see if there are any leftover melon seeds in the pavilion and give you some while we continue chatting."

The young man in short shirt had lost interest, just bowed his hands and turned around to leave.

The man in yellow shirt looked at the departing figure in front of him and sighed in his heart. He looked a bit like himself.

Lin Manliu looked for the path he took for a walk during the day, crossed the stone bridge and the river bank and returned to the inn. He saw that there was still a little candlelight in the hall, and the boy in a short shirt quietly opened the door and entered, preparing to go upstairs to his room to rest.

But from the candlelight came a subtle voice asking: "Where have you been? Why are you back now?"

Only then did the young man in short shirt realize that there was someone in the hall, naturally it was Yue Hanzhi. The young man smiled awkwardly and said: "I went to the West Lake to have a look and then met that old liar selling books... Why?

There wasn’t even a sound from the front.”

Then in the dark hall, with only the candlelight flickering slightly, the young man in a short shirt and the woman next to the candlelight talked about their experiences and experiences during the night trip to the West Lake.

"According to what you said, if my guess is correct, this person is the Ye Dang that Jiang Yanlin said. He is the only one in Hangzhou who can match the description you said." After listening to Lin Manliu

After the words, the female voice sounded again.

"There is absolutely no such possibility." The boy in a short shirt immediately refused, even in a more serious tone.

"Why?".

"He is definitely not Ye Dangting!".

The female voice next to the candlelight hummed and stopped asking.

"It's getting late, should I go upstairs to rest? You should also rest soon." After Lin Manliu finished telling what happened, he was about to go upstairs to rest, looking at the looming figure on the other side of the candlelight.

Yue Hanzhi's answer was different from what was asked: "This night trip would have been extremely dangerous if that person had no ill intentions. You must be more careful in the future. I should go out with you...".

The boy in a short shirt had already reached the staircase corridor. He didn't know how to respond, so he mumbled some nonsense about how to go to bed quickly tomorrow. He could go out for a walk tomorrow, and so on. Then he fled to his room. After a while, the candlelight in the hall was extinguished.

Already.

Lin Manliu lay down on the bed without taking off his shoes and socks. It seemed that because of the harsh lesson he received from the man in the yellow shirt before nightfall, he had no energy left in his body and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

He seemed to have fallen into a long-lost dream again...

In the dream, the boy opened his eyes and saw that his mother had twisted his ears and taken him to school. His mother begged the teacher for a long time, and the teacher finally nodded in disgust and looked at him with disdain.

He turned to the giggling child in the corner. What happened next was that as a child, he had to come to this school alone every day, where he shook his head and endorsed things all day long. He hated reading and reading, and the teachers in the school often beat those who couldn't speak clearly with a ruler.

He, later he ran away and stopped going to school.

He told his mother every day that he went to school, but he ended up grabbing the pastries at home and looking for the neighborhood children playing under the tree stumps. If he gave them pastries, they would play with him. Every time when he came home, his mother would ask about what he had learned today.

What? He answered that he should read and be literate, and made up the name of an article he didn’t know about to fool him. Later, when it was time to pay tuition to his husband, his mother gave the money to the young man because she wanted to make more cakes.

, at that time he panicked, how should he deal with this endless money.

He was very smart. Even though he had never been to school, he imitated the teacher's tone and way of speaking, and he always had a lot of excuses and excuses. Because of his so-called smartness, he secretly spent the money himself.

He bought some food for his friends who were playing with him, and told them how smart he was, and his friends all praised his behavior.

"He used the money his family sent him to school to buy food and crickets made from straw..."

"Lin Manliu, you are so awesome. My mother would never dare to say that when she asked me..."

"If it were me... I would definitely have exposed my secret on the first day..."

The scene suddenly changed to the yard at home. My mother was leaning on my father's shoulder and crying loudly. The two of them were sitting on the stone steps, feeling a little lonely. The father said that he was going to catch the little bastard and come back to give him a good beating. The mother stopped him and was about to get up.

After the father went out, the two of them had to sit back on the stone steps and cover their faces and cry.

Lin Manliu, who was lying on the bed, seemed to be sweating because of the memories in the dream. His facial expression was very painful, and his hands unconsciously began to grasp the quilt on the bed. When he was a child, he deceived his mother and thought he was hiding it perfectly. The scene in the dream

It might be false, but the boy recalled the past from that time onwards.

At that time, my mother looked at me very strangely, and my father was a little stricter on me. Now that I think about it, I can't hide anything from my parents. The scene in the dream continued, and the guilt and uneasiness slowly emerged in the boy's heart.
Chapter completed!