As I said before, Qiao Heng is a rather serious person. Chapters are updated the fastest

Although he chose to be a teacher in this small village at first as a stopgap measure, when he did settle down, he did not put on a coping attitude, but really tried to teach the children. Anyway, for him, being idle is also idle, finding something for himself to do, saving the bones of his whole body from being lazy.

When the school ended, the sky was already a bit of a golden wuxi falling, and the sky in the west was a desolate dusk, gradually infecting the east.

Qiao Heng looked at the sky, estimated the hour, and said directly: "Go home, be careful on the road." ”

The children in the school said goodbye to Mr. honestly, and then couldn't wait to disperse.

The rural children of this era are wild, and they don't have that living conditions, and they don't need their parents to wait outside the school to pick them up. In this small mountain village, basically every family knows each other, and there are few outsiders to visit, as long as the children don't get lost by themselves, no one is too worried about the children will have accidents.

So the young mother who was waiting outside the school for her child to leave school was a little conspicuous.

She wore a black wooden plum hairpin on her head and a blue floral cloth skirt. She has a completely different temperament from the ordinary people in this village, the native women in this village often have a kind of tenacity and sharpness tempered by the poor life, and she has a kind of peace that can be called knowledgeable, yes, it is "knowledgeable", in this village where even the big men are illiterate in big words, this woman is literate.

The number of students in his academy is not a lot at all, but their age cannot be generalized, the youngest child is only three or four years old, and as for the oldest, it is completely uncertain. Qiao Heng has never restricted the age of the people who come to listen to the class, including gender, sometimes there will be a few teenagers who come to audit the class for a while after helping their parents with their work, and sometimes, there will even be two or three men in their thirties and forties who come over to listen to a few words.

However, among so many students, those who could read and write before Qiao Heng came to this village can be counted on one hand, and they are basically related to the village chief's family. But the child of the woman in front of him, whose family had no relationship with the village chief, was forced into the literacy ranks, thinking that it was his mother who had been teaching him before the child.

Every time this young mother sees Qiao Heng, she always comes to a blessing ceremony, and this time is the same.

Qiao Heng said: "It's just a country scatterer down there, why is Madam so polite?"

The young mother shook her head with a smile and avoided the topic. She held a strip wrapped in a long cloth in her hand. She removed the cloth and it turned out to be a rolled-up painting.

She said: "When my grandson was wandering outside, he really got to know some martial arts masters. Due to fate, a friend of my grandson gave him a painting, saying that it was painted by the elders of the sect, but my grandson did not know how to write and ink, and the little woman also left it useless, so it was better to give it to Mr. to add a bundle. ”

Speaking carefully, Qiao Heng has seen so many parents of children in the school, and she is the first person to seriously mention the matter of bondage to Qiao Heng.

It's not that these villagers don't know and are unwilling to pay the bundle to their children's husbands, but they really can't afford to pay it.

Ordinary people say that the golden era of antiques in troubled times, although this was originally about collecting, but it can barely take a peek at other things. Nowadays, the outside world is in chaos, how many people are displaced, and not everyone can afford the shackles of the school in peacetime, and at this time, if you want to ask a gentleman to teach people to read, the price is so high that it is prohibitive.

Qiao Heng is not greedy for this bit of money, and the house he lives in now and the land deed he holds in his hand are all made up by the villagers, so he simply doesn't bother to pay attention to the matter of restraint. The villagers thought of his goodness, and occasionally got some good things, and often divided a part and sent it to his house as soon as possible, but Qiao Heng couldn't push it, and over time it went with the flow.

In the past, Qiao Heng had countless rare treasures, ancient books and calligraphy and paintings, how could he covet her painting made by someone who didn't know who made it. He knew that the people in this village were not very wealthy, so he politely refused: "Madame has a heart, but she is just ......."

The young mother cut her sideburns, and she interrupted him with a wry smile, saying, "Sir is a good man, and is willing to teach many students without restraint, but the little woman is really unhappy. The little girl has long been raised stupidly by the so-called rules and etiquette, rules and regulations, and she is a person who likes to be calculating and cranky. Mr. is a good person to the end, so why not relieve the little woman's guilt and suffering?"

Even the well-informed Qiao Heng had to admit that this was a beautiful thing to say.

He, the person who received the gift, became a figure like the Buddha and Bodhisattva who saved the suffering and saved the suffering, and even the steps for receiving the gift were prepared for him. In addition, there is nothing to be seen about the gentleman's acceptance of the student's restraints, and her words make people feel even more at ease.

After the young mother finished her previous words, she stuffed the calligraphy and painting into Qiao Heng's hand without refusing, and then blessed her body and left with her child.

Qiao Heng returned home with this accidental calligraphy and painting, and put the scroll on the table.

The round-faced little maid ran over and chattered about who came over today when he wasn't at home, and who brought what she had put there. At this time, I saw a young man in black walking in from outside the house with a basin of water, and the girl was really afraid of his face, so she immediately closed her mouth and left obediently as if she had seen a cat and a mouse.

When she walked out of the room, she closed the door as Qiao Heng always asked.

Although the girl was sent by the village chief to Qiao Heng as a maid, Qiao Heng did not like to keep unfamiliar people around to serve, so she only came once every ten days to see if there was anything that needed to be cleaned here, and she would go back to her own home in the evening. However, Qiao Heng is not such a person who likes to work hard, he can usually handle anything by himself, and he doesn't need her help at all.

Today finally came in handy, but was scared away by this fool, and the little girl was extremely lost.

At this time, only Qiao Heng and the young man in black were still in the room.

Until Qiao Heng could no longer hear the girl's footsteps, he came to the basin.

He rolled up his sleeves, dipped his hands in water, wiped a pancreatic-like object, and washed his face.

With his movements, his subordinates actually showed a completely different face—the previous face could only be said to be an ordinary type, which could not be found in the pile, but now this face can be called a real handsome eyebrow and face, like a crown of jade. It's just that his face is pale, and there is a sickly aura lingering between his eyebrows, a little less martial artist's instrument and a little more scholarly courtesy.

And the young man in black looked at his face, which had nothing in common at all, and he was not surprised, his eyes were still wooden.

A fool with a bad brain.

Qiao Heng pulled the white towel and wiped his face, he sighed: "If you're stupid, you're stupid." "If he is a man of a clever mind, how dare he keep him by his side.

He remembered the previous painting and came to it while wiping his hands. When he no longer felt the wetness on his hands, he put the white towel aside and tore open the silk rope that tied the scroll.

Unfolded the scroll a little, revealing three inches of ink, Qiao Heng glanced at it casually, and praised it in his heart.

As the scroll gradually unfolded, his gaze darkened for a moment, and when the scroll was completely unfolded, a familiar mountain peak came into view, only to see its strange beauty, green trees, smoke and clouds, just as there was an eagle wandering in the sky, and it was in a gaseous state.

The young man in black stood at an angle just enough to catch a part of the painting in his eyes, and his gaze moved slightly.

At the same time, on Wudang Mountain-

A young man with a good face is holding a folding fan in his hand, and he has a graceful demeanor. He said to a small daotong: "I bother this little real person to inform Yu Erxia, and say that Zhao Min has something to visit." ”

Not long after this little Taoist boy came to the Wudang Sect, he heard that Zhao Min was a little familiar, but he didn't think much about it. Now the person in charge of the Wudang faction is Yu Lianzhou, which is something that ordinary people can see when they see it, but this little Taoist boy feels that this person has an extraordinary temperament, not like ordinary people, etc., so he secretly hesitated for a moment, and honestly went to find Yu Lianzhou.

Yu Lianzhou, who was meditating indoors, heard Zhao Min asking to see him, and his heart was full of doubts. When he saw Zhao Min with his own eyes, his face was haggard, and he seemed to be depressed, and his heart was even more suspicious.

Seeing Zhao Min's solemn expression, he didn't say anything and directly invited "him" into the main hall.

"Come into the house and talk. ”

Zhao Min followed him in, she also knew that Yu Lianzhou was puzzled, she laughed miserably, and there was a bit of poignancy in this smile.

Yu Lianzhou saw her expression, and her heart sank.

Zhao Min said: "At the end of last year, Wuji and I had important matters, so they made an appointment for me to go back to Mongolia first, and he went to find me after dealing with the Central Plains. However, I waited for him to ......."

Yu Lianzhou knew that Wuji's temperament was not the kind of person who lightly broke his promises, so he hurriedly broke down a few words for him: "Wuji should have been stumped by important things. When he said this, the doubts in his heart did not diminish at all, but came out more and more violently. After all, now everyone in the rivers and lakes says that Zhang Wuji has retired with Zhao Min, and even he, who is a teacher, thinks so. But Zhao Min came to the door today, how can you say that Wuji's child is not with her at all, so where did Wuji go?

Yu Lianzhou carefully observed Zhao Min's expression, and after recalling her words, she felt that she didn't seem to have come to Xingshi to ask for guilt, but as if she had come to ...... Asking for help?

His heart chuckled

He suddenly felt a little dry on his lips, and he asked, "But...... What's wrong?" he really couldn't think of anyone else in the rivers and lakes who could hurt Wuji now, but this was the first possibility that came to his mind.

His gaze sharpened, and he asked, "Who is it?"

Zhao Min dipped his hand in water and wrote a word on the table: Zhu.

......

Familiar, too familiar. The mountain on the painting is familiar, and the brushwork on the painting is even more familiar.

Qiao Heng looked at the painting without blinking.

In the mind, memories that don't belong to the real him go up and down.

The memory of the original owner of the inherited body is naturally pros and cons, needless to say, whether it is skills or experience, he can always get started very well, and when he pretends to be others, he will not reveal his flaws and be discovered. But there are also many disadvantages, once you indulge in this huge life memory, you will not be able to retain even the most basic self-knowledge.

Qiao Heng closed his eyes and forcibly suppressed the tumbling memories in his mind.

After a moment, he opened his eyes suddenly.

His eyes moved to the place where he was registered, and he saw five small words inscribed above the payment - Wudang Song Yuanqiao!