If you sweep it clean, it's a yard. If you don't sweep it, it's still a yard. After all, it's the people around who think it's dirty, so they should clean it. But if you don't sweep it, doesn't it stop being a yard? Sweeping or sweeping it.
Without sweeping, this yard has never changed, only the people looking at it have changed."
Tang Mengjue was shocked, as if he was enlightened by profound energy. He came in from Baihui and came out from the spring, breaking through several invisible shackles. His whole body was clear, and there was a strange and indescribable feeling lingering in his heart.
The ancestor of the Tang family noticed the change in Tang Mengjue's aura, smiled approvingly, and sighed: "Idiot, idiot, have you realized it until now?"
"My grandson, thank you grandma for your teachings." Tang Mengjue bowed heavily, and with mixed feelings again, he blamed himself, "My grandson is unfilial, and I have made you worry."
"If I don't worry about you, who should I worry about? That girl Tang Tang? Haha, she's so wild. I don't think many people can control her. I'd better find a husband to marry her soon so I can have more peace and quiet."
Tang Mengjue smiled and said nothing. His sister was Mrs. Tang's heartthrob. If she couldn't find a good family, she was afraid that the ancestor of the Tang family would be the first to refuse.
"I know that the affairs of the Yan family have always been on your mind. That day the Ninth Prince of Dagan came alone. What he said at the banquet was very good and resonant, but it also broke your mood."
Tang Mengjue was silent, with a look of regret and loss on his face. What Li Luo said that day seemed like yesterday. He had few acquaintances in life and death, but few friends. In his heart, he regarded me as his friend.
"There are many talented young people in this world, let alone the three of you. Young Master Wuque of the Song family has an extraordinary bearing. He is in charge of everything. He thinks carefully about everything he does. It is rare to have a sincere heart. He is very capable.
Winning people's hearts. King Dingtian of Dagan, his behavior is different from that of Song Wuque. He likes to take the wrong approach, beat the slow with speed, and rarely plans for several years for one thing. This is different from the current precarious situation of the Dagan court.
It doesn't matter, but the foundation will be unstable in this way. As the saying goes, he is the one who succeeds and he is the one who fails. Once he makes any mistake, Mu Tianlang will be in chaos. Dagan will no longer have a pillar to stabilize the sea, and it will be overturned sooner or later.
Things, and his temperament is also a bit indifferent. If he hadn't been born like this, I'm afraid he would have been free in the mountains and forests. Besides, you can compete with these two if you just learn martial arts, but there is one thing where you are not as good as them, you are not as good as
Their decision-making, at best, means they are kind-hearted, but at worst, they are indecisive, just like killing people. If it comes to that, will Song Wuque and Li Luo be merciful?"
Tang Mengjue smiled bitterly and said: "What my grandmother taught me is that Mengjue is indeed not as good as them."
"You may not be as good as them now, but you may not be as good as them in the future. Grandma will not be wrong about you. You are much better than your father and your second uncle. If you are trapped in the abyss, you will eventually soar into the sky."
"My grandson will follow your grandmother's teachings."
"If you want to succeed, you might as well get closer to Song Wuque. If you want to make friends, King Dingtian is much better than the people of the Song family. Okay, now that you have settled your knot, grandma has something for you to do."
"What's up?"
The ancestor of the Tang family took out a brochure bag and handed it to Tang Mengjue, and said calmly: "You go to a place for grandma."
Tang Mengjue took the tip bag, which also contained a secret letter. He glanced at it quickly and said in surprise: "This?"
"Haha, no wonder Meng Jue wants to negotiate peace with Da Gan. It turns out there is something going on deep in Mobei. This girl should not be underestimated. Maybe you stupid boys are not as good as others."
Tang Mengjue pondered: "Why would she involve the Tang family in it?"
"Because she gave a reason that we, the Tang family, cannot refuse and do not dare to refuse. This manipulation of people's minds is chilling." The ancestor of the Tang family smiled faintly and continued, "Tang is not the only one involved in this whirlpool.
Home, I guess others must have received this secret letter, and those who don’t want to go have to go. You go and get ready. When you are ready, go to the Qianju Gate and ask Fang Qianqian to go with you.
"
Tang Mengjue was slightly surprised, but he didn't ask any more questions and answered in a deep voice.
In the nameless valley, the stream is clear and the bottom is green, and the bamboos are green. Under the wood, Xiaoxia holds a fishing rod and sits cross-legged on a rock next to the stream. He calmly looks at the small fish spinning around the hook in the stream. There is no bait on the hook.
Seven or eight small fish swam around the fishhook, but they could not swim outside the three-foot radius of the fishhook.
The sound of clothes was heard, and two people walked out of the bamboo forest. It was Bai Jihen and the woman in white who had caught a glimpse of Wangyou Valley. The two walked to stand behind Mu Xiaoxia. No one spoke, and they waited quietly for Mu Xiaoxia.
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After half a moment, Mu Xiao raised his hand, and the fishhook came out of the water. There was nothing there. After a few breaths, the seven or eight small fish swam away in panic, hiding in the crevices of the rocks and not daring to come out again.
"Have you read all the letters?"
"Yeah." Bai Jihen responded lightly.
"Lianshan..." Mu Xiaoxia murmured to himself, and suddenly laughed loudly and said, "Since Da Yin is going to the city, then you can go too."
"good."
"It's a long way to go, and I don't know when I'll return. My Holy Sect, the Miqing Sect, knows the most about this old incident and holds grudges. Please listen to Wan Yi's words more on the way."
The woman in white pursed her lips and smiled softly: "Mr. Mu is overly praised. They are all just rumors. It's better not to know if you know."
Mu Xiaoxia's expression remained unchanged, noncommittal, and continued in a calm voice: "Remember to look for traces of Lianshan."
Bai Jihen's face moved slightly and said: "Lianshan?"
"Well, if you can come back alive, I will tell you the origin of the mountains. If you can't come back, there is no need to know."
Bai Jihen let out a breath, glanced at Mu Xiaoxia's back, turned around and left without looking back, but the woman in white bowed and followed slowly.
Mu Xiao stood motionless for a long time. After a long time, he whispered to himself: "It's time for these old turtles that have been hidden for thousands of years to come out and see the light." As soon as he finished speaking, the fishhook flashed out,
Entering and exiting the water, in the blink of an eye, there was not even a single ripple on the water, but a struggling and writhing mountain turtle was caught on the fishhook.
There was a strong wind on the road for no reason, and the waves roared to the ground. The waves were several feet high and touched the mountains. In a moment, they entered the sea gate, rolling up like snowdrifts. Don't say slanders as deep as the waves, don't say that moving away is like the sinking of sand. A crazy man alone cannot help but
Reminiscing about home, I looked at the flowers on both sides of the Zhuojin River, and the spring breeze blew the waves washing the sand. The flowing water did not stop washing the sand, and the previous wave was not extinguished and the next wave appeared. Suddenly I recalled Xiao, Xiangzhu, and sang back to welcome the gods. The girl cut off the mandarin duck brocade and put it on
The sunset is streaming towards the middle. The sun shines on the Chengzhou River and the fog opens. Gold-digging girls are all over the river. The beauties’ jewelry and royal seals are all seen on the bottom of the waves in the sand.
A wave of waves washes over the sand, and the journey reaches the end of the sea. I am used to seeing the ebb and flow of the tide, and there are always some literati who never want to leave.