It was almost night when the Xu family's cavalry returned. The entire Lin Mansion took off the festive items that had been hung up recently and replaced them with white cloths.
Lin Zhenbei's death plunged the whole Lin family into complete sadness. The eldest sister squatted at the door with her hair disheveled, as if she had lost her soul. This beauty with first-class appearance never shed a single tear when she was abandoned.
But at this moment, my heart was filled with despair. She stared empty-eyed at the courtyard where her younger brother often played, feeling very sad. The second sister, Lin Xue, had never stepped out of the door, but it had been two days, and the exquisite food placed at the door of the room was...
She didn't move at all. The maid knocked on the door lightly again: "Second Miss, you haven't had a drop of water for two days. If you continue like this, your bones will be damaged, and the young master's spirit will definitely be uncomfortable." Before he could finish his words, he himself
Sadness arose. Lin Zhenbei, who had been watched by the maids since he was a child, was the master loved by everyone in the Lin family.
The door is still not open.
The worst thing is for a man with white hair to send a man with black hair. Mr. Lin Xiao was lying on the bed, his face pale. The newly entered concubine kept saying comfort beside him.
"Sir, the Xu family's cavalry is back." A message came.
This sound seemed to be infused with endless spiritual energy. Lin Xiao sat up suddenly, groping with his feet on the ground in panic, and finally ran out barefoot, and fell at the feet of the returning general: "General Wang, has General Wang ever found you?"
Got my son’s…body?”
Seeing the decline of the once talkative old man in just two or three days, the middle-aged man who had experienced many killings could not help but sympathize: "No, my troops searched the entire area and found no body of Young Master Lin."
As the saying goes, a leaf falls and returns to its roots. People often attach great importance to the word "return home". During the New Year and festivals, if they can go home, they will travel thousands of miles to come; if they cannot go home, they will climb high and plant dogwoods to express their longing. Since ancient times, there have been constant wars.
Border fortresses often choose to cease fighting for a period of time after the war, allowing the living to take away the dead bodies, bury them on the spot, or take family letters and clothes back to their hometowns. This kind of "live, the person returns to his hometown, and death, the soul returns"
The thought of "hometown" made the old man who lost his child even more miserable. After saying "Ah", he fainted directly. The eldest sister Lin Yu, who was sitting on the threshold, also fell backward. Fortunately, the maid who had been by his side had quick hands and eyes, and held her up.
live.
General Wang sighed and ordered his subordinates to take Lin Xiao back to the house to rest.
The yellow plum blossoms have not yet fallen and the green plum blossoms have fallen.
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The old beggar Song Zihan asked the young man to take out the little wolf Haoyu and the letter Lin Xue sent her. The young man was a little confused. Wasn't he practicing swordsmanship? Why did he start practicing calligraphy?
"I have been striving to achieve the ultimate level of swordsmanship all my life, and I have never thought of stopping here. Although there are only a handful of twelve-level swordsmen in the world, if you don't break through the extreme level for a day, you won't be able to become a man in heaven!" The old beggar's aura became deeper, and then he suddenly condensed.
"The only word for swordsmanship I seek is 'quick'. The sword technique I have cultivated is called 'Qing Yan Jue'. It was written by my master, and is followed by my own thoughts and summary of more than forty years." The old beggar said with his right hand.
With a wave, the wolf-hair pen named "Sixue" by the boy stopped in the palm of his hand. The pen on the letter paper moved like a dragon and a snake, and the sword meaning flourished in the words.
"The Sword Technique is divided into two chapters. The first chapter is body training, and the second chapter is sword practice. The whole chapter has a total of 112 words and six pictures. I will teach it to you today!"
After a while, one hundred and twelve words were left on the back of the letter. The old beggar returned "Sixue" with a slightly depressed expression. It could be seen that the old beggar had written down everything he had learned in half his life, and it must have been extremely laborious.
Spirit.
The young man took the pen and paper with both hands, and the cursive writing on the paper was not messy. Unexpectedly, the writing was so delicate despite the rough appearance.
The words are like the person, bohemian and unrestrained.
"The pen and the sword have different shapes but the same meaning. Since ancient times, there are many scholars who have wielded their pens as swords. I hope you will not give up reading and writing in the future. After all..." The old beggar did not finish his sentence, his expression was slightly sad.
"I know, Erchu'er's literary fortune lies with me." The young man raised his head and looked at the old beggar: "Can you tell me about my parents?"
The old beggar held his sword with his backhand and did not answer the young man's question. Instead, he spoke slowly: "There are too many unsatisfactory things in this world. Before you improve your cultivation, the more you carry, the slower you will move forward."
The old beggar straightened the young man's collar: "But justice will never be lacking!"
The old beggar looked at the sky: "I, Song Zihan, will take back everything you owe my master, and I want you to pay back double what you owe my little master!"
The strongest sword energy swept across, and the old beggar stomped his feet hard, and the dilapidated brick kiln fell to the ground. Only the boy was left intact. The old yellow dog trembled, looking at the "enemy" whose momentum was rising in front of him, remembering that he had been with him before.
Fighting for the food in the trash can, I got scared after a while.
"Xu Qingmu, the road is at your feet, get up and walk, walk!"
The old beggar said to Xu Qingmu, as if to himself, then he stood up from the ground and shot away.
The moment Xu Qingmu raised his head to watch, a crystal teardrop floated into the young man's eyebrows and disappeared.
Silent for a long time.
In just three days, the young man lost his playmate Lin Zhenbei, and today he watched the old beggar, who was both his teacher and friend, leave. He looked around in a daze.
The old yellow dog slowly stretched out its dusty head and shook it gently. Then he stood at the young man's feet and rubbed his head gently.
The young man came back to his senses, took out the letter paper left by the old beggar, and read it carefully. Xu Qingmu could not understand some of the exercises, but he could understand the new annotations. At the end of the letter, the words "Xu Qingmu" did not appear.
, but "To Xu Shisan" written in seal script. The young man put the letter away, scratched his head and smiled. The emotional old beggar's expectation for him was the illusory Thirteenth Realm.
That’s it!
The young man called to the old yellow dog, and one person and one dog walked back. On the way, the young man was thinking about how to go "walk" as the old beggar said.
Qingyan is divided into upper and lower parts, and the upper part is used to train the body. The young man thought of the Xu family's iron cavalry who came to this town. The battlefield is the best place to train people!
The young man did not go directly to the Lin Mansion. First, he could not bear to see the Lin family grieving, but he did not want to recall the beautiful past. This place that raised Xu Qingmu for twelve years carried too many past events that the young man did not want to look back on. Inside the courtyard
In the landscaping tank, there are still three colorful koi carps raised by Lin Zhenbei. The people were gone back then, but the water is still cold today.
On the way to Xu Jiajun's temporary residence, the boy saw a small bamboo forest that he had never noticed.
The young man broke off a branch, squatted on the ground, broke the bamboo into three pieces, and stuck one long and two short pieces on the ground in the direction of Zhenhu Mountain.
Take out the wine from your waist and drink together as three people. One cup for tomorrow and one cup for the past.