"Hey, are you here too?" Yang Han was really a little surprised to see Liu Mingfan following Liang Mo, but his temperament naturally didn't care about these details, just Liu Mingfan cooperated to join in the fun.

"Starting today, the two of you will practice swords with me. Liang Mo didn't say anything more to Yang Han, just took the sword box off his back and hugged it to his chest. In front of him was a camphor tree, and scattered light and shadow fell through the gaps in the leaves, hitting him in the face and on his sword.

"Huh?" Yang Han was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Liu Mingfan with a wicked smile, "Then we will be senior brothers in the future, come on, come on, call senior brother." ”

“.......”

"Okay, okay. Yang Han saw Liu Mingfan's speechless expression and instantly lost interest, Gu Zi knelt down in front of Liang Mo and bowed to his teacher. This is what he learned from those old boxers in Broken Wine Alley, and he can't be vague about this apprenticeship if he wants to apprentice.

"Excuse me. Liang Mo turned around to avoid Yang Han's bow and turned his back to him. "What you have to do today is to make a sword of your own. I don't need any magic weapons, I just need to be from your hands, whether it's a bamboo sword or a wooden sword. ”

Liang Mo has only accepted one apprentice in his life, but he didn't come today.

"It's the master, let's go, let's work!" Yang Han got up from the ground and dragged Liu Mingfan, who was still distracted there.

Three people, one being dragged, one being dragged, and one carrying his back.

Thoughts are different.

The mountain city is a treasure land, there is nothing else in the mountain city, but the trees and bamboo forests are one by one.

"I didn't expect you to be interested in learning swords. Or are you bored without seeing me, so you came to accompany me?" Yang Han took Liu Mingfan to the bamboo forest with great interest, picking up a machete he had just bought from Blacksmith Chen.

Liu Mingfan also had one in his hand, which Yang Han forced into him. Originally, Liu Mingfan wanted to buy a sword in Blacksmith Chen's shop, but thinking about Liang Mo's serious expression, he finally decided to follow Yang Han to the forest to make a bamboo sword.

What was thought to be something very simple would actually take them a morning. And until it was close to lunch, Yang Han hadn't been able to polish the bamboo sword in his hand into the shape of his hand. As for Liu Mingfan, he didn't have the heart to learn swords, just to deal with Liang Mo's task, he hurriedly ended it with two strokes.

When they returned to the camphor tree, Liang Mo was still standing under the tree with his sword in his arms, the slight wind blowing his hair, bringing a burst of itching on the tip of his pen and cheeks, but he didn't even brow.

Seeing him so quiet, Yang Han and Liu Mingfan didn't dare to make a sound, and sat quietly behind him. Yang Han held the wooden sword in his hand, which barely reached the standard of his "divine sword", and felt the breeze like Liang Mo. And Liu Mingfan didn't have such a state of mind, but groped around his body, trying to find something.

Prajna.

"Not bad. Liang Mo's voice suddenly sounded in Liu Mingfan, and he raised his head in a panic and looked at Liang Mo at a loss. But when he reacted, he realized that Liang Mo was not looking at him, but Yang Han.

Yang Han had already entered a state of selflessness at this time, standing there quietly holding his sword, like an old tree, motionless no matter how the wind and leaves beat him.

"What is he?" Although Liu Mingfan had already guessed Yang Han's current state, he still didn't forget to give this opportunity to pretend to be forced to Liang Mo to go out in person.

"It's settled. ”

The difference between entering concentration and entering concentration is like the difference between light sleep and deep sleep. Meditation is a state of practice that can be entered on your own initiative, but you only have the opportunity to enter into meditation when you come into contact with that opportunity.

"Looks like I'm going to be nagged by that old guy today. Liang Mo reluctantly rubbed his palms and put his hands in his pockets.

Liu Mingfan suddenly found that the current Liang Mo was very different from the person he saw in his memory. In my memory, the person is arrogant, presumptuous, and has a strong unwillingness, and sometimes there is a little twilight, like a person who has been left behind by the world, or has been left behind in the world.

And now, Liang Mo looks like an uncle, greedy for cups, but not misleading, good wine, but not drunk. From Liang Mo's body, Liu Mingfan can feel the generosity from a father, and he can also feel the seriousness of a father.

Feels more like a flesh-and-blood person.

"Liu Mingfan, there is one thing I would like to ask you. Liang Mo didn't interrupt Yang Han's meditation, stood beside Liu Mingfan, and took a mouthful.

It's like Liu Feixuan and Liu Mingfan talking.

Liu Mingfan was in a trance, and the shadows of the two overlapped together.

"What?" he suddenly couldn't resist the feeling: he knew it wasn't, but he was still in love.

"Were you sad when Madman Liang died?"

Liu Mingfan didn't know why Liang Mo asked him this, and he didn't know how to answer him. Liang Madman should be talking about the old principal Liang Shuming, he was already in a coma when Principal Liang Shuming sacrificed himself to the sky, but in the memories that the wind gave him, he saw all this, and not a single fragment was left.

But, sad?

Like, no.

"What about Wang Mang? and the Underworld couple. Liang Mo didn't wait for Liu Mingfan to answer, he already knew the answer at the moment when Liu Mingfan was pondering. It's just that this answer is too cruel and too distressing.

"Nope. Liu Mingfan answered truthfully this time.

"It's really you, you're back. Liang Mo suddenly smiled bitterly, his eyes narrowed slightly, making it impossible to see the look inside. "When he wakes up, let's go find the tea boss. ”

It seems, some loss.

Yang Han's entry did not last long, and when he opened his eyes and saw Liang Mo and Liu Mingfan, he was not in a hurry to show off, but just smiled and followed Liang Mo all the way to the Xian Tea House.

"Wow, there is such a place in the mountain city!" Yang Han was amazed by the atmosphere as soon as he arrived at the tea house. His exclamation was not given by the huge courtyard, but by the scene of the "botanical garden".

No one can say exactly how much space there is in the mountain town, but each resident of the mountain town can be assigned their own courtyard, which has been the rule for thousands of years. Yang Han thinks that he has been in the world in the mountain city for a long time, and he has seen not tens of thousands of courtyards. But like the Xian Tea Society, he is still the first time to see it.

"That's a tud, don't touch it. The voice of the dead suddenly sounded, which frightened Yang Han into a spirit. It's not that his hand stretched out in mid-air is not withdrawn, and it is not retracted, which is strange and embarrassing.

"Mr. Hades. Liu Mingfan bowed to the underworld, and shouted "sir" respectfully.

This relieved Yang Han.

"Mr. Hades. Yang Han also hurriedly nodded at the Ming and bowed slightly.

"It's a lot quicker than I thought. Ming and Liu Mingfan glanced at each other, and there was no need for Liang Mo to explain anything, even if he knew everything. After all, if you really want to talk about it, he is the one who started this matter. As always, he held the egg, pondered for a moment, and nodded at the three of them. "Come in with me. ”

Liu Mingfan followed behind Liang Mo and looked at the back of the underworld.

This man is not as fierce as in the dream, but this extremely warm eyebrows and eyes, but the word sorrow is written, and the whole person seems to be soaked in sad wine, wrinkled.

It's not like after Bi Fang.

"Tell him anything about it. He led them to the teahouse, where sat an old man in a gray robe.

Liu Mingfan suddenly felt that this person was so familiar.

"Haha, meet again. ”

The voice, sure enough.

"This time, Xiaoyou, you should let me take a look at your palmistry, right?"

Who else is this thief looking like besides Carp?

"You, who are you?" Liu Mingfan subconsciously retracted his palm behind him, and his body also hid half a step behind him. Although Lifan has only shown friendship to him so far, in his heart he has a panic that cannot be seen through. Fan Li in front of him is like a thug full of murder, no matter how kind his face is, the sense of oppression on his body can't be hidden.

"This is the true belongings of the mountain city, Fan Li. ”