Song Tinghu established the west of Jindong Liang old study, surrounded by mountains, the mountain is not a real mountain, usually rely on a few old gentlemen in the inner courtyard to irrigate with aura, so that it is comparable to the real mountain. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info planted along the lake with 8864 rhododendron red maple trees, perennial absorption of the lakeshore aura, no matter how cold the wind can not blow, it should be regarded as a rare beauty.

Chen Xibei still holds a book of Taiping Shenghuifang whose handwriting has faded from the wind and frost and rain and snow early, and reciting every word in the book is like a stream, not to mention the small truth that the book is read a hundred times and its meaning is seen by itself, and then I can't see any other way, which is not to make the book a bamboo pillow for others, but he does not dislike it, the more he looks at it, the more energetic he becomes, and when he is tired of it, he turns his head to look at the koi fish jumping over the water on the surface of Song Ting Lake.

changed into a black coat, and the whole person was much more delicate, but he couldn't change the paralyzed look.

Taiping Shenghui Fang didn't see it for long, and turned a few pages by the winter wind, and an old gentleman with white hair and slender eyebrows like a woman walked on his back. ”

Jiang Nan raised his hand and signaled Chen Xibei not to salute, afraid of guilt, should not be sad or happy, sighed: "Okay, you don't have to salute, I'm afraid I can't afford it, it's your teacher, but when I remember that, my heart is full of old vinegar, and a sour taste is still full of rancidness, and I feel guilty if I don't care about face." In fact, I wanted you to leave Jindongliang and go outside, and understand the sinister nature of the rivers and lakes as soon as possible, so that you would enter the top grade earlier, but now you can't be happy. ”

Chen Xibei touched the grass hat, felt that it was an eyesore, shook off the astringent snow on it, and replied: "God meant, there is no such thing as whether it is worth it or not." ”

Jiang Nan snorted, pretended to be a pose, didn't spit out, pulled Chen Xixi's arm, two fingers fell on his palm, looked at it, held his breath, and asked uncertainly: "Is the cultivation really gone?" ”

Chen Xibei nodded, his face was as usual, and he ignored it indifferently, as if he did not regret the collapse of his own cultivation, and responded: "Now I am a mortal, I can eat but not fight." ”

Old man Jiang frowned, and there was nothing else except sighing: "It's not worth it, it's not worth it, two years of cultivation into the middle grade, this will be the most promising three years to enter the top grade, to be ruined, it's just that, it's useless to say more, the old master is waiting for you in the study, hurry up, do you want to take you to eat a spicy meal after going down the mountain?" The restaurant at the head of the Liangyun Bridge. ”

Chen Xibei ordered a pot of warm tea before, two bowls of thick porridge and peanuts and beans were still in his stomach, and he couldn't eat any delicacies, so he shook his head and said: "You don't need to send off the dishes, and you will find an inn to spend the night after going down the mountain." ”

Jiang Nan was a little embarrassed when he heard it, how could he say that he was also a celebrity in the inner courtyard of Jindong Liang back then, half a moon into the lower grade, a sword on the East Mountain, it is not a matter to put it in the rivers and lakes, it is not a matter of falling in the eyes of the juniors in Jindong Liangli, how can there be such skills in the eyes, seeing that this little boy is hiding in the small hut now and watching the wind and rain outside, worrying about silver taels and food all day long, it is simply not the same.

After leaving the word love and righteousness behind, the old lady said seriously: "In the future? Is it a life of reading books for decades in the cold, or is it a sword chasing the life of a village man for hundreds of miles to slaughter chickens? ”

Chen Xibei pondered and considered, and couldn't think of any other work outside of cultivation that could do a future, so he didn't care, and replied: "If you can't find a job, you pack up and go back to the countryside to chop wood and herd cattle with Master Bai, and after being in the capital for a long time, you will inevitably be upset." The countryside is beautiful, there is a poetic and picturesque realm, and it is good to appreciate a lot of pure hearts. ”

Jiang Nansa returned his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and slowly spoke: "Yes, it means that you have returned to the countryside to be a shepherd boy?" Take an old ox, go green in spring, enjoy flowers in summer, and ride on the back of a cow to play the flute? ”

"Eight or nine is not far from ten."

Chen Xibei saw that Jiang Nan still wanted to nag when he saw that he had a three-inch tongue, tightened his body, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "The old master's nest study has been waiting for me for a long time, and I have to leave." ”

"Hey."

Jiang Nan exhaled, put his left hand into his sleeve and grabbed it, lifted the red bag of half Xiaoxiu Youfu and threw it to Chen Xibei, and then said: "If you don't go to see off the food, you can't let you go down the mountain empty-handed and stupidly, and you can't go." In the bag are the red dates picked in the big courtyard a few days ago, the right should be given to you to go down the mountain, you have a white face, eat more, this fruit nourishes blood. ”

Chen Xibei carried a red bag hanging from his waist, and couldn't think of any polite words for a while, so he simply bowed and saluted to show his gratitude.

Jiang Nan stood alone under a maple tree by the Song Ting Lake, squinting his little eyes, looking ahead, silently staring at the thin back of the young man on the path, until he disappeared, buried in the hazy garden, thinking that no one would pour tea and wine for himself in the future, no one would accompany him to play a game, and he muttered: "I have taught him books for more than ten years, and I suddenly left, I am really not used to it." ”

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The snow is not heavy, but it is quite cold.

Song Tinghu to the old study is less than half a mile away, said that it is not long, if you really walk, there is always a feeling of a long road, after all, you are alone.

On the way, there is no silt, no wild rocks to obstruct the side, extremely clean, add a few layers of snow white, and mulberry trees on the side of the road, not much worse than the beautiful scenery of the palace.

Chen Xibei knocked on the red dates given by Mr. Jiang and held the blue plum umbrella, because he didn't want the white snow to stick to the red dates to taste the sweetness, the umbrella is dark blue, engraved with six jade butterfly plums, and then dyed with a big cold snow, especially good-looking.

This umbrella has accompanied Chen Northwest for thirteen years, from being a child to holding it in his hand to now carrying it behind him, and he has spent many days of sun and rain and dust with his master. The smell of sweat in the umbrella is a problem, and its owner also feels ashamed, sorry. I went back to my hometown to find my own master to ask for a recipe, and fished out most of the herbs everywhere in the mountains, and made a fragrance for three days and added two ends to the umbrella, so that the plum blossom fragrance came from at this moment.

The red bag of Fuzi does not contain many red dates and fruits, less than 16 taels, but the taste is very different. Chen Xibei tasted a few throats and immediately quenched his thirst, the effect was amazing, and he didn't need to drink the gourd water hanging from his waist, and it was very refreshing.

When I entered Jindongliang, I heard Jiang Nan swear that there was a garden outside the old study one mile away, and the aura that had been poured for decades inside and out, and the growth of a tree was very different from those in the world. But he was reluctant to gnaw more, two or three quenched his thirst and picked up the red bag, as a souvenir, since he got to know Jiang Nan in this life, he made tea for the old man for eleven years, poured eleven years of wine, more than the second child, a bag of red dates as a reward is still less.

Second, you can not come to Jindongliang in the future, you can't eat such good fruits, you should be thrifty and thrifty, and it is estimated that this is the reason for thrift.

The young man walked all the way, quite leisurely, walked four hundred and five miles in half a mile, and finally saw the grass and trees in front of him in the blink of an eye, the only sandalwood study, it is inevitable to miss.

This road is not unfamiliar, I have gone through two trips in the past, one trip to the inner courtyard to sit on the chief third disciple, and go to the old study to stand for a few hours to ask for a small bag. The second trip and one sword went to Dongshan, alarming most of the disciples of Jindongliang, and this third trip was the last trip.

The old study is called the highest place in Jindong Liang, it is not as luxurious as in the palace, there is no carved beams and paintings, it is magnificent, except for the wood fragrance into the nose to make people refreshed, everything seems extremely ordinary.

Closer to the subtle clues, you can notice that within an inch radius of the study, only the faint morning light is floating in it, whether it is white fog or astringent snow, it seems to be shelved by a wall, which is extraordinary. In terms of Jiang Nan's unaccustomed look at anyone, and with a hometown accent, it has to be 'something'. ’

Chen Xibei walked back and forth twice, and he knew the immutable rules of the old gentleman in the study, and he bowed and didn't dare to make a muffled sound through a wooden door that was not opened. Speaking of this loss, it was the first time to sit on the chief disciple's trip, I thought I knocked on the door and pushed the door in, but then I was reprimanded by the old master for nearly half an hour, and I threw a small bag out of the threshold in disappointment, which made it not a good taste.

There was a creaking sound, and suddenly the wooden door moved a crack, and a tired voice came from the study with the morning light: "Come in." ”

Chen Xibei Leng, his heart has not come for two years, Mr. 's voice has been much lower, I am afraid that the old man has a lot of temper and shouts, put away the umbrella and tie it to his back, like a thin ice, and quietly push the door in.

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