No. 110 Courtyard of Rongshun Hutong should actually be considered a residential community, but there is only one building in the community, so everyone called it that way.

It used to be a "public house" built by the unit, and the building retained the characteristics of the old public house in the past: facing north and south, and on the north side of each floor is a narrow public corridor, leading from the east to the west, and on the south side, there are ten families standing side by side, and everyone shares an elevator. Later, the unit was gone, and the public houses also passed the "house reform house" - the residents voluntarily bought it, becoming real estate that can be bought and sold on the market.

The building was built in 1990. Children born after 1990 have begun to be bald in batches. Of course, buildings of the same age are not as young as there is much beauty. The walls are mottled, from rusty railings to narrow stairs, all of which are old.

However, although the building is a little older, the environment in the community is very good, with few people and quiet. More than 20 years have passed, the trees have grown calmly. When you walk into the yard in summer, it feels five degrees cooler than outside. The location is also good, less than two stops from CBD, and you can walk for more than ten minutes. The west gate of the community is facing a bilingual kindergarten. When you go out of the east gate, you can walk fifty meters forward. A few years ago, a new public primary school has been moved, so this place has become a "school district house". Ordinary people really can't afford it.

Now, there are local tyrants who buy a house in full for the school district quota; there are ordinary rich people who pay tens of thousands of rent a month for the convenience of their children in kindergarten; there are also old units that lose their jobs after the reorganization, leaving only two small houses with "natives" who gather together all the "natives" of all the churches.

There are million-dollar luxury cars parked in the yard, and there are also Santana, who is about to be scrapped. However, in such old communities, there is no parking lot, so whether it is a luxury car or a broken car, you can only find corners to stuff it, and a small wooden board is installed on the wheels to block the dog's urine.

When Yu Lanchuan arrived, someone moved. There was an electric small four-wheeler that led a wire to charge the doorway in the communication room, blocking the road, and the moving company's truck was blocked at the door and could not enter.

"Whose electric car at the door? Move it!" The truck driver shouted while honking. After a while, no one responded. He got out of the car and let out his voice, "Red! Four-wheel! The car reads 'ancestral moxibustion and acupuncture physiotherapy, shrouds, wreaths and good-for--'Who' Whose Wreaths? Whose Wreaths and good-for----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Yu Lanchuan: “…”

One-stop service.

He was too lazy to squeeze in with the hot truck, so he stopped at the door and waited for them to move away.

This is the place he often lingers when he was a teenager. As soon as he entered the courtyard, there were two rows of big locust trees, and there was a small walk in the middle. The locust flowers had already faded, leaving only layers of leaves. The fire-like midsummer sunlight blocked the branches and leaves, and only a few spots were left. They fell to the ground. The twisted branches of the old locust have formed vicissitudes of life, and a slight humid breath came out from the rich greenery, revealing a bit of silence that was not disturbed by the world.

In a flash, ten years have passed, the building has become old, the old man has disappeared, and the trees have grown up.

The old man lived for almost a century and was an old man who was uncommon and lost contact at any time. As a relative and friend, Yu Lanchuan had already been mentally prepared, and now he couldn't be much mourning. But he stood here holding the old man's ashes, and suddenly there was a feeling of something changing. It seemed that an era had disappeared inadvertently.

The old man had few relics, except for the broken car that was about to be scrapped, there were only a little daily necessities and a camera. In his will, he asked Yu Lanchuan to wash out the last few photos as his final work, and explained that the things in his bag were left for Yu Lanchuan.

In addition to the will, there are two booklets in the bag. One of them is the sword score of "The Seven Arts of the Hanjiang River", which Yu Lanchuan is already familiar with. The other book he has never seen before. The will says that it is the robe and man of the head of the "Hanjiang River". The old man himself is the 136th head of the sect and intends to pass the throne to Yu Lanchuan and let him be 137.

However, the old man said that it doesn’t matter whether he is good at it or not. Anyway, the “Hanjiang Sword Sect” has no disciples.

The content of "The Master's Robe" is mainly divided into three parts, namely "Sect Rules", "Cultivation" and "One-Secret Prescription", which are all passed down from ancient times.

There are 20 "Gate Rules" in total, all of which are traditional Chinese characters. Yu Lanchuan University studied in the Business School. Later, she studied abroad and was filled with foreign ink. The ancient Chinese characters were as good as high school level. She was dizzy at a glance. She flipped through it quickly to the end and finally found a row of handwritten simplified characters, which were the old man's words.

The old man knew his level and wrote the annotations specifically, which became very popular: "The twenty rules of the sects can be achieved one by one are all sages. There is no need to read them carefully. We ordinary people, as long as we abide by national laws and regulations and social public order and good customs."

The "cultivation" part is a summary of the insights of the masters of all dynasties practicing martial arts. The masters of all dynasties have different cultural levels, and the "legacy" left behind are also diverse. Some are rude and some are stickmans who stretch their arms and kick their legs.

In this part, the old man wrote the annotation first, which exuded the scent of "the heart is wide and the earth is wide": "I think you may not understand it. If you can't understand it, read it slowly. If you can't read it slowly, you can't understand it slowly, so let's get it over."

The last part is the "unique ancient prescription". Yu Lanchuan has heard of this. According to legend, in ancient times, many sects had their own unique prescriptions, which can cure external trauma, regulate internal breathing, and detoxify - everything, mysterious and mysterious, the prescription is not out of the way, and belongs to the part of the sect's inheritance. Just like the "Shengsheng Creation Pill" and "Nine-Turn Spiritual Treasure Pills" written in martial arts novels.

Yu Lanchuan curiously turned to the last part, wanting to see what secrets the sect has to pass on, but found that the old man used ink to paint all the pages of paper, and wrote in bright red words, "This thing is unscientific, I'll go to the hospital if I'm sick."

Three exclamation marks followed.

The 137th leader of the sect held such a mantle in his hand and tasted it. He felt that his sect's energy was probably like this.

The electric car owner finally arrived late, and the truck driver began to complain dissatisfiedly. The voices pulled Yu Lanchuan back to his attention. He raised his head and looked at the eleventh floor building in the yard with a complicated expression.

Among the old man's relics, the most important and hardest to deal with may be this house.

The old man's home is on the tenth floor, with a small two-bedroom apartment of about 70 square meters. Just now Yu Lanchuan asked in the real estate agency at the intersection that the market price of such a house is 8.5 million, excluding tax.

This number sounds dizzy for working people.

Yu Huaide has never been married and has no children. He has grown up with his younger brother, Yu Lanchuan's biological grandfather, since childhood. Yu Lanchuan's grandparents have passed away one after another a few years ago. Their family is rare, and his father and him are both only children.

Yu Lanchuan's biological father Yu Jianhua was fed up with the shackles of marriage and family. He finally divorced, just like a free bird out of the cage. Now he is a firm non-marriageism. When his grandfather passed away, Yu Jianhua rushed over to meet the body and helped him with the funeral. He waved his sleeves and left. As for the inheritance, his father said: "Anyway, in this generation, you are the only one left in our family. If there is anything you will belong to in the future, you can do it yourself."

So—the house, in theory, should have fallen into his hands.

In the same world, the same dream that thousands of house slaves and dogs have had.

...It almost appeared on him.

Unfortunately, this is not the story of the second half of "Jane Eyre", because the old man also said in his will that this house cannot be left to his descendants.

When I was "housing reforming a house", I had to pay 50,000 yuan to obtain the property rights of the house. Although it seems to be similar to free gifts now, more than 20 years ago, 50,000 yuan was no longer a small amount for most people.

The old man is a bachelor and always spends as much as he earns. Not to mention 50,000, he can't even get 5,000. The money he bought for a house was collected by his friends from all over the world when he heard that he had difficulties.

The old man is so popular, and he has helped too many people. I don’t know how many people have raised money for him. Some of those who are short of money can only pay 30 or 50 yuan. I am embarrassed to leave my name and have no intention of asking him to pay it back.

Later, before the old man could figure out who should pay back the money, domestic housing prices took off with the economy. The small public housing worth 50,000 doubled in the second year. Then, in people's stunned, they flew all the way to the sky like a rocket.

At this time, I have to talk about the 50,000 that year, and being a human being is almost awesome.

So old man Yu Huaide said that although this house is in his name, it cannot be regarded as his private property and he will never sell it. Friends in the martial arts world who have something to do can come here.

In other words, this school district house with a very little surnamed Yu is the "Yanning Office" of the Wulin League.

When Yu Lanchuan thought of this, his heart was bleeding - can't he find a remote county to set up an office for these uncontrollable things?

Just as he was secretly sad and angry with a cold face, a gust of wind suddenly came from behind him, hitting the back of his head. Yu Lanchuan was still immersed in eight million miles, missing his brain, and his body slid instinctively, while leaning toward the elbow and hitting backwards. A plastic crutch slipped away from his elbow like a fish, sweeping towards his ribs against his deflected center of gravity. Yu Lanchuan used his hands, shoulders, and elbows as a sword. In the blink of an eye, he passed by one hand and the crutch that seemed to be stuck to him. It was not until the crutch almost touched the old man's urn that he barely stopped.

Yu Lanchuan held his glasses in a mess, and then he saw clearly that he was crazy about stabbing him with a stick. He was an old man.

The old man had a red sleeve on his arm, a green plastic crutch in his hand, a few fashionable patches were put on his clean white shirt, and a pair of tortoiseshell reading glasses.

The old man lowered his head, his eyes shot out from the reading glasses, looked at the urn, then looked at Yu Lanchuan, and smiled: "Brother Yu, my baby grandson has sent you back! Xiaochuan has grown so old, and when he saw it from a distance, Grandpa Yang almost recognized it."

Yu Lanchuan was stunned and barely held back his temper. After a closer look, he remembered that Grandpa Yang seemed to live on the sixth floor and had the best relationship with their old man. He used to fish together.

Lao Yang clamped the plastic crutch under his arm, but he didn't see clearly what was going on. He seemed to just stretch out his hand lightly and took the urn over.

Yu Lanchuan: "Oh..."

"I'm here, my child, please let me take my old brother for a ride." Old Yang waved his hand at him, and then he felt a little lonely again, "Fuliangyue, Hanjiangxue, Yanchengfeng, Zhuanlinfeng... The five great masters back then, have been able to walk, have nothing to do, and now, I am the only one who is immortal."

Five Awesome? Are there only four of them?

Yu Lanchuan looked at the old man's staggering back in fear, afraid that he would throw his grandfather down - because he heard that ignoring numbers seemed to be one of the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease.

"There is no one to succeed. Only your Xiaochuan is a little more promising. You can catch me a few sticks, and the others...ah, what's the stuff!" Old Yang talked to the urn, "The martial arts conference will be held every three years. It's great to leave. This year everyone will come to Yanning again. Who are you going?"

"By the way," Lao Yang remembered something and turned to ask Yu Lanchuan, "How many levels have Xiaochuan practiced the Seven Swords?"

Yu Lanchuan was confused: "...What are the rating criteria?"

S&P?

After hearing this, Lao Yang sighed heavily - the weasel's rat is worse than the next generation.

Old Yang sighed and led the big mouse Yu Lanchuan into the elevator. Someone was waiting for the elevator there. Yu Lanchuan's eyes swept across the man and suddenly became stunned: "It's you?"

Gan Qing really couldn't find a house, so she had no choice but to shamelessly pick up the words she spit out and eat them. She went to Boss Meng's relative's house in a dusty manner and asked to take them in. In order to leave a good impression on the old lady, she specially cleaned up today, took out the only dress except "work clothes", combed her hair well, and did not go behind her ears, revealing her smooth forehead and facial features, which looked very human.

She wanted to "get into the village quietly and shoot the gun" and be as low-key as possible, but she didn't expect to meet these two people before she even went upstairs. It was really unlucky.

Gan Qing's eyes quickly glanced at the plastic stick in Lao Yang's hand, and didn't dare to look at it anymore, giving Yu Lanchuan an extremely quiet smile.

When she smiled, her sharp lips showed her corners. For some reason, Yu Lanchuan felt the strange familiarity of being in the back alley of the Nitang that day. He couldn't help but look at her more and asked in confusion: "Are you living here too?"
Chapter completed!