The fog is thicker in the morning. Funiu Town is located in the north, and the weather in Guyu is a bit unpredictable, just like people's moods.
Before the morning sun came out, Xu Qingmu had already stood up. First, he put down the letter he wrote last night in front of the eldest sister's door, and then walked to the second sister's door. Xu Qingmu raised his hand, but in the end he couldn't take it down. The gloomy look on the young man's face became even more gloomy.
It was a little thicker, and he was afraid to open the door and see the sad tears on the second sister's face. The young man just put down the letter gently and murmured something that only he could hear: "See you again when we are destined."
Master Lin Xiao’s room is located due north of the courtyard. Scholars pay attention to the appropriateness of the land and the boundaries of the land. Even though Master Lin himself is not a real scholar, he has always followed the ancient motto of facing south, which means that the children and grandchildren will be prosperous and the family business will be prosperous.
Yongzhuan. Since ancient times, the son of man must tell the truth and face the enemy. Xu Qingmu lifted up his plain clothes, kneeled on his left leg first, then his right leg. Then he placed his hands overlapping, put them in front of his eyes, and bowed to the end. Xu Qingmu used clear and
The sonorous voice said slowly: "The adopted son Xu Qingmu has come to say goodbye to Mr. Lin."
After a while, the concubine's gentle voice came out: "Master Lin is not feeling well and is still resting. I will tell him."
Xu Qingmu stood up and returned to the fish tank in the middle of the courtyard. The three small goldfish raised by Lin Zhenbei were swimming up and down. The young man took out a few fish food from his sleeves and sprinkled them evenly in the water. The fish, which had a weak memory, cheered for joy. This cold-blooded little fish
On the contrary, things have a unique advantage. They don't have to worry about the change of dynasties, and they don't have to worry about heartbreak due to fate.
If you eat some, it's good.
After Xu Qingmu fed the fish, he took out the pocket money Lin Zhenbei said from the hole under the fish tank. There were forty-three copper coins in an ordinary bag on the market, which was enough to feed him for a month if he lived frugally. It was a luxury.
If you go to the wine shop to get a drink, you can fill the young man's wine bottle six or seven times. Xu Qingmu picked up a copper-green Kong Fangxiong with his hands, put it in the morning sun and squinted his eyes to look at it. There were carved thorns on it.
The word "Xu" was engraved on it. The young man remembered that the copper plate he had lost to Lin Zhenbei in a bet half a year ago was supposed to be exchanged for candied haws and eaten, but at this moment it was balled up in a cloth bag and returned to the young man's hand.
But what about the people betting against them?
After putting away the money bag, the young man finally looked at the courtyard where he had lived for twelve years, bowed deeply and whispered:
"Good brother, let's go."
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The white-haired boy at the top of the mountain was just about to run away when he was blocked by an old master with the same white hair.
Seeing the person in front of him clearly, the white-haired boy immediately covered his face with his hands and muttered: "You can't see me, you can't see me..."
The old master kicked him out: "I came here today to play a game of chess with you. I won't give you this face, right? Brother Lu Yao?" The white-haired boy followed the force of the kick and rolled with a donkey.
"Ouch!" He fell to the ground and pretended to be dead with his butt stuck out.
The old man didn't care. He sat directly on the side of the chessboard and started to sort out the broken chess pieces with his hands: "If I accidentally break a few of these excellent Caiyun chess pieces, it would be really hard to find them in the world..." Before he finished speaking,
, the white-haired boy who was called Lu Yao stood up like a carp and sat on the other side of the chessboard. He pretended to be: "It turns out to be brother Liang Hao. Long time no see. How are you?"
The old master thought of the old beggar in the town, a nest of snakes and rats, they were indeed brothers!
While cleaning up the mess, he said to the young man who also joined the chess collection: "Your senior brother came out of seclusion and held the sword again. Now everyone inside and outside the dynasty knows that Song Zihan has returned to the world. I believe that you, as a junior brother, can feel the same.
I can ask you a favor, and it will relieve your senior brother's apprentice from a worry."
The white-haired boy turned a deaf ear and stared at a small black dot the size of a sesame seed on the chess piece, which he could press hard. He breathed a sigh of relief and wiped it back and forth with his sleeve.
"If you agree, I brought a good apricot flower wine. What if you don't agree..." The old master named Liang Minghao changed his tone and stared at the young man in front of him. Every word seemed to pop out of his teeth: "I
I’ll beat you until you agree.”
The white-haired boy lay back and let his body fall to pieces. He said angrily: "When did you, a Confucian disciple, act so domineering and unreasonable?"
This time, Old Master Liang turned a deaf ear and said slowly: "There is a young man who likes to ride bulls. He taught me before I left."
The white-haired young man named Lu Yao sat cross-legged, scratched the grass on his head, and said helplessly: "You have finally mastered the incarnation, and you want to drag me into the game."
Old Master Liang blew on the chessboard and looked at the young man: "You are as old as a dog."
The boy in white didn't care about such remarks, as if being compared with a dog was a compliment, and then he said: "What's the matter?"
"The guardian of the Tao is an innate sword, with a term of three years."
In the evening, a snow-white figure landed directly in Lin's house, and slipped into Lin Xue's room like a thief. Before he could say anything, he was kicked out. The old yellow dog took the lead and chased after him with bared teeth and grinning.
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The master of the Jianqi Pavilion finally couldn't stand it anymore and said bitterly to the old beggar who was peeing in the air: "You, Mr. Song... have the guts."
The old beggar shook his penis and shook off the last drop of liquid fragrance. Then he shivered comfortably and slowly pulled up his pants, not forgetting to adjust the baby's position in order to achieve the most comfortable position: "It would be better to do this earlier." Then he said,
She shouted to the female disciples of the Sword Qi Pavilion in the mountain guarding formation: "What are you looking at? I've never seen a twelve-level sword cultivator pooping and peeing!"
The old pavilion master's face turned red, and he turned around and struck a sword in front of everyone: "Go back!"
Murder and heart-wrenching.
The old beggar said with a smile: "It's better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. If I don't let Situ Jing be my disciple's second wife, we will be considered half in-laws from now on. What do you think?"
Situ Qiong, who threw two sword-sharpening stones, clenched his fists: "Get out of here before I'm ready to die together!"
Smiling, he took the sword-sharpening stone that flew over and said cheerfully: "My precious disciple almost lost his Taoist heart on Situ Jing's two ounces of flesh. It's his fault, it's his fault. Women are indeed stronger than tigers." He probably thought that.
The position just adjusted was a bit irritating, so the old beggar stretched out his hand to touch it again. But to the old pavilion master’s eyesight, it was extremely wretched!
The old beggar slashed out with his sword in extreme anger. He didn't even bother to draw the sword and ran away. The sword energy that caught him struck him directly, and he screamed strangely: "Ah~ It feels good~" before disappearing at the end.
Looking at the retreating figure, Situ Qiong fell into silence: "I'm afraid this guy is already the first person to reach the end of the world."
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After sorting out all the matters behind him, Xu Qingmu arrived at the General's Mansion one day early.
When the two old men who blocked the road saw the young man, they greeted him warmly and said that the day the young man arrived, he made the group of guards who were ambitious and incompetent suffer a lot, which was very satisfying. Only then did the young man understand that he had been exposed on the roof that day.
After the assassination, the general surnamed Wang punished the entire twenty-man escort team. The old man at the door talked about it, saying that the army never raises useless people, and encourages young people to make more military exploits so that they can get promoted and make a fortune as soon as possible and honor their ancestors.
The young men clasped their fists one by one. This kind-hearted big brother made the young man who had not come into contact with many people feel warm in his heart for no reason.
If a young man has confidence in his heart, it is not difficult to establish military exploits, and it is rare to achieve a glorious ancestor.
The young man, who had never even seen his parents, strode towards his tent.
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Inside the Imperial Palace named Xu.
The gorgeous woman lying on the golden silk quilt was taking a nap. A eunuch hurriedly knelt at the threshold and asked to see the empress.
The concubine, who was just a little sleepy, wrinkled her beautiful eyebrows, a little annoyed. When the palace maid came back with the letter, a lazy voice sounded: "Read it."
At the end of a row of palace maids, a tall deacon wearing silk opened the letter and spoke:
"The thief is not dead yet, the Sword Emperor protects him."
The imperial concubine surnamed Ye was completely sleepless.