Mingyun raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Yes, it's true." What should you do? ”

"What else can I do, at most I don't agree." Ziji laughed and said, "This code is one yard, let's not make excuses to repay the debt." ”

Mingyun squeezed the fox fur and snorted softly: "Then, reluctantly." ”

Ziji chuckled: "Say, is there anything wrong with coming so early?" ”

Mingyun stretched out his hand to Ah Wei, and Ah Wei immediately handed over a scroll of books. Mingyun took the book, shook it in front of Ziji's eyes, and said, "Someone is begging you for help." ”

It was windy outside, so Ziji invited Mingyun to go to the reception hall to speak. Zizhang squeezed his eyebrows at Ziji while practicing his sword, Ziji glanced at him menacingly, and Zizhang immediately dodged with a turning action. Ming Yun didn't see the small movements between their senior brothers, but just praised them sincerely: "I have long heard that the swordsmanship of the Tianqian Gate is extremely exquisite, and when I see it today, it really deserves its reputation." ”

Ziji smiled warmly, turned his wrist, and the long sword turned a sword flower in his hand, threw it out and picked it up, the action was sassy and graceful. He said: "The set of swordsmanship we just practiced is called Shocking Clouds and Thunder, which was created by the ancestor of this sect. ”

"Thunder." Mingyun repeated it and said, "This name is so good, it sounds amazing." Practicing martial arts is the hardest, I have practiced with a martial artist, but after practicing for a few days, my arms hurt and my legs hurt, so I gave up. I don't know how you practice, and how long does it take to practice this set? ”

Ziji replied: "Practicing martial arts is indeed a chore, I have been practicing martial arts and swords since I was five years old, spring, autumn, winter and summer, wind, thunder, rain and snow, I have practiced for almost ten years, but now I only dare to say that I have practiced some fur, and I am afraid that there is still a long way to go." ”

"Ten years is just scratching the surface, and it's too humble for you to say that." Mingyun said.

"Martial arts practice is about accumulating over time, ten years can only be regarded as a beginner, and I can't go through twenty moves under Uncle Shi so far, and it's still far away." Ziji laughed, he turned his head to look at Zigu and Zizhang, motioned for Mingyun to look over, and said: "Look, now they are practicing another style, called Crane Volley, you see that their movements are very fluent, in fact, they are far behind." If you have the opportunity to meet my uncle's skills, you will know what it means to do well. ”

"Mr. Xue is so powerful?" Mingyun only knew that Mr. Xue was skilled in medicine, but he didn't expect that he also knew martial arts. Mr. Xue usually speaks softly and easy-going, and he can't tell that he is a martial artist at all.

"Yes, yes." Ziji smiled and nodded with him quite seriously, seeing Mingyun's expression, she probably guessed what she was thinking, and said, "In the door, Uncle Shi has no opponent." ”

Mingyun once heard Fan Ming mention that the master of the three Ziji brothers died of illness in the early years, and after that, they have been practicing with their uncle Xue Xian. Mr. Xue is thirty and gray-haired, and there always seems to be a trace of depression hidden between his eyebrows and eyes, which casts a mysterious feeling on him. She couldn't help asking, "Does Mr. Xue have a disciple?" ”

After Ziji heard this, the smile on his face froze, and his dark eyes instantly darkened, like a bottomless black pool, and said, "Yes." He looked at Mingyun and lowered his voice and said, "Don't ask about this matter in front of Uncle Shi." Uncle Shi, he, he is a person with great feelings, and if he is emotional, he is easy to be hurt, in short, don't mention it. ”

"I see, I won't mention it." Mingyun nodded and said no more.

A cloud was blown by the cold wind and blocked the sun, and without the sun, the world was overcast, and with the cold wind, it was much colder all at once.

Ziji's long hairband fluttered with the cold wind, he was sweating, and it was very cold by the wind, Ziji subconsciously sighed into the palm of his hand, and laughed again: "I feel a little cold, come in, let's go into the house and talk." ”

Mingyun nodded and hurriedly followed. In front of the door, Mingyun turned his head to look at Zigu and Zizhang, who were still practicing swords in the wind, and asked, "It's so cold, they still practice?" ”

Ziji pushed open the door and walked in, and said, "The disciples of this sect have to practice for an hour in the morning and at sunset, and when the hour comes, they will naturally stop." He reached for a pair of cold hands beside the fire, feeling the heat of the coal-fire. Hot water was boiling in the copper kettle on the stove, and a thick cloth strip was wrapped around the handle, and the water in the kettle had already been boiling, and the water vapor was rushing against the lid.

"An hour in the morning or evening, so long?" Mingyun also leaned over to the stove to warm up, turned his head sideways and asked, "Every day?" ”

"Every day." Ziji replied with a smile, he picked up the kettle, walked to the copper basin shelf in front of the window, poured some hot water into the copper basin, scooped a few scoops of cold water from the bucket on the side and mixed it, tested the temperature, the water temperature was just right, he carefully washed his hands and face, took off the silk towel on the shelf and wiped it.

Mingyun asked, "What if it's raining or snowing?" ”

Ziji said: "That's a good day to hone your will, isn't it?" If you want to hide, you can only look forward to the next hailstorm. ”

Mingyun asked again: "What will happen if you don't practice?" ”

Ziji smiled and said, "There are a total of 2,588 steps from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain, sweeping the leaves, sweeping the snow, carrying water, shoveling the ice and carrying sandbags, which one do you want to try?" ”

"Then if you don't practice today, will Mr. Xue punish you?"

Ziji wiped his hands and face, threw the silk cloth towel on the copper basin rack, showed a slightly playful expression, and said, "The question is so detailed, do you want to throw yourself into my moat?" We have hundreds of door rules, why don't I tell you them one by one? ”

Mingyun only glared at him with his eyes.

Ziji couldn't help laughing, he walked to the desk and sat down casually, pinched a piece of shortbread, took a bite, the dark pupils looked at Mingyun, smiled, and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Shi won't punish me, isn't this you here?" I'm a senior brother, so naturally I want to entertain him, and when the time comes, when Uncle Shi asks, he won't say anything if you're there. ”

"What do you mean by the emergency you just said?" While eating shortbread, Ziji asked Mingyun if he wanted a piece of it. "Ah Ming sent it, it tastes good."

Mingyun was not polite, she directly pinched a piece and took a bite, it tasted really good, she had never eaten it. She sighed twice, and said to herself: "When I have a brother, I forget about my sisters at home, hey, if there is something delicious, he didn't give it to me first, and asked me to help him run errands in turn."

Hearing this, Ziji raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Could it be that you are here for him this time?" ”

"That's right, he asked me to do me a favor." Mingyun couldn't help but smile and put the book in front of Ziji and spread it out.

Ziji looked at the book, and saw that there were three policy topics written on it. He frowned slightly, and asked with some confusion, "What is this?" ”

"The rivers and lakes are in emergency!" Mingyun pushed Shujian in front of Ziji, smiled, and said, "Ah Ming can't write, please help him write three articles, otherwise he will be beaten by my aunt until he can't get out of bed." ”

"I think you're pretty good, very happy." Ziji Road.

"When he saw that the heavens were against me, I was amused at the thought of him holding a pen and not being able to write a word." Mingyun started laughing again.

"It's that funny?" Ziji asked her.

"It's funny." Mingyun replied.

"In that case, then we should laugh together and not write for him, how about it?" Ziji said with a snack in his mouth, his expression was not very good-looking, and he didn't seem to want to write.

"Don't don't, don't, you have to help him, my aunt can really beat people, and she can be ruthless. This one has to help, otherwise it won't be interesting. Mingyun hurriedly stopped laughing and said seriously.

"Writing a strategy is time-consuming and brain-consuming, what do you ask me to write? I'm not writing in vain. Ziji said.

"Reward, you are looking for Fan Ming to go. I'm just an errand runner. Mingyun smiled brightly. She happened to see a pen and an empty bamboo slip on the long table next to her, so she ran to get it and put the bamboo slip and pen in front of Ziji.

"Write!"

Today the sky has been cloudy since the morning, the north wind is blowing, although there is no snow, but the weather is cold. Fan Miaoshu has always had something on her mind these days, and she didn't sleep too well last night, and today's weather makes her even more drowsy.

Just as she was resting on the soft couch, there was a commotion outside the door.

"Second lady, our lady is resting, Rong Nuwen will go and report first, you might as well go to the living room and wait for a while." At the gate of the courtyard, the two slaves guarding the door stopped the second lady with a smile, that is, Fan Miaoshu's second sister-in-law.

"Oops, get out of the way, I'm in a hurry."

"Second lady, please don't embarrass the slave."

Fan Miaoshu was about to fall asleep, but now she was woken up by the sound outside the door, and she was a little unhappy. The voice of the person outside the door was very familiar, but she didn't remember who it was for a while, she frowned and asked, "Who's outside?" ”

"It's the second lady." Luo Ying replied.

"Second sister-in-law?" Fan Miaoshu tidied herself up, "She doesn't take care of her second brother in the house, what is she doing here?" ”

"I just came here and said I was looking for you for something." Luo Ying combed Fan Miaoshu's hair, took out the visitor's robe and waited for Fan Miaoshu to put it on.

"Western Qin barbarians, how many years have passed, and there is still no courtesy at all." Fan Miaoshu got dressed, looked in the mirror, and said with a smile.

Luo Ying also laughed, squatted down to tidy up the corners of Fan Miaoshu's skirt, she didn't dare to take this lightly, the master's affairs, it is right to interfere less.

In the living room, the second lady Zhou Han sat there with a somewhat anxious face, she looked about thirty years old, wearing an old-fashioned light brown rhombic straight coat, a long face, thin curved eyebrows, and a low nose bridge, she looked quite gentle when she was young, but now her eyebrows and eyes are engraved with a thick sense of sorrow and anxiety, and the color that was once seven points is now only three points.

"Second sister-in-law." Fan Miaoshu entered the living room with a smile, "Second sister-in-law, why do you have time to come over today, I haven't been able to entertain you properly." She was dressed in a crimson dress, her complexion was cold and noble, and as soon as she came in, she overwhelmed the second lady in terms of momentum.

When the second lady saw Fan Miaoshu, she stood up suddenly. She quickly stepped forward and grabbed Fan Miaoshu's hand and shouted, "Ashu." ”

"Second sister-in-law, is there anything urgent, let's sit down and talk." Fan Miaoshu withdrew her hand without a trace.

The living room was warm and fragrant, and the slaves and maids were busy serving tea and pouring water. The ebony coffee table painted with gold on all sides is full of fresh preserved fruit snacks. On both sides of the coffee table, Fan Miaoshu and the second lady sat facing each other.

In fact, Fan Miaoshu didn't want to see this second sister-in-law Zhou Han very much, and she didn't look down on her since she was young. Zhou Han was born in the Qin State, a barbarian country in the west, even if he is famous, he does not know etiquette. Fan Miaoshu especially doesn't like the way she looks mourning all day long.

The second lady sat in the lower seat, holding a honey-colored silk handkerchief tightly in her hand, with hesitation in her expression, as if she didn't know how to speak.