In the end, the river god sacrifice was over, and the first time he saw this battle, he was frightened. Shao Ruyi he didn't recognize, but Liu Changan was his rare playmate.

When he woke up on the second day, he first went to find Liu Chang'an, saw that there was no one in Liu's house, and then went to pull the goose boat, and the two went to school together.

Taoli Mountain, is a nameless hill in Bashan, Lizheng Zhao's, Dahu Shao's and Shi's funded the construction of three or two schools, Zhao's old man carved the word "Taoli" on the stone in front of the school, so it was called Taoli Mountain.

The people of the West of the People, except for a few large households, others are almost illiterate, and later the Zhao family opened the school, and accepted the children of the school age, five knives a year, and ordinary people can not afford it. When the old man was old, Zhao Botao hired Mr. Teacher to build a new school in Taoli Mountain, and the two Mr. Teachers left with illness and absconded late at night, and waited until Mr. Meng arrived here at the end of last year before the school was reopened.

The autumn harvest of the people in the west of the city is basically coming to an end, and only Mr. Meng's acre of land is still confiscated by six or seven cents, so he must have taken advantage of the past few days to drink and play. The school was deserted, and Mr. Meng stood in front of the school with his hands in his hands, and specially changed into a coarse cloth clothes.

"Sir, do you teach?" Shi Yanzhou was respectful, and Wang Jue also followed his appearance.

"No, tomorrow's class, let's go back," Mr. Meng waved his hand with a blank look in his eyes, "Hide behind me." ”

There was a crane cry in the clouds, and then a human voice rolled like thunder in the sky: "The muse of the heir of the Sword Tomb greets Mr. Meng."

As soon as the words fell, a three-foot green sharp sword flew over from the clouds and inserted it into the peach and plum stone. The two children hid behind Mr. Meng, and they didn't dare to come out, and their curiosity drove them to pay attention to the cold Qingfeng, the peach and plum stone that was as tall as a person, was actually cut by a sword, what a divine power this is.

"Domineering, treacherous, worthy of being the heir of the Sword Tomb," Mr. Meng was amazed, and then drank at the person holding the Qingfeng, "Don't scare my disciple." ”

"If you have friends from afar, you don't ask Mr. to sweep the couch to greet you, you should not be reluctant to give up a glass of thin wine, right?" The muse looked at the Taoli School, his eyes were full of disdain, and he beckoned to Uncle Liu again, "These two children are the disciples of Mr. Meng?" One is barely qualified, the other ......" At this, he shook his head.

"My disciple, it's not your turn to point fingers at you, a junior. Qiao Guo is dead, Luoyi is gone, the school palace is gone, muse, don't get an inch. ”

"Oh?" The corners of the muse's mouth lifted a trace of contempt, "Luoyi Palace neither saw the corpses of the two sons, nor did I see Mr. Meng martyred in the palace, I heard that Mr. Meng lived in seclusion here, and the younger generation came to visit, since Mr. Meng said this, then presumably the two sons were martyred, and my muse had to go back to restore his life and avoid sending it." Oh, by the way, Mr. Zou asked me to say hello to him. ”

The sword of the muse was cold and pressing, and the two children were silent, and only when he was far away did he exhale.

"Today's events, forget it, Yanzhou, you two go home, teach tomorrow, recite "Jiahe", Jue, be sure to keep it in mind." Mr. Meng gave some instructions and hurried down the mountain.

"Jue, I'm afraid I'm leaving." Shi Yanzhou seemed to be preoccupied.

"Where are you going?" Huang Jue asked very innocently, "Do you want to go to the capital?" "The capital of the city, this is the farthest and most prosperous place that the people of the west have ever heard of.

Shi Yanzhou shook his head: "I don't know, where Mr. goes, where I go."

"I'll go too," Cheng Jue begged, "Mr. Meng's Protestant "Jiahe, I can't remember it clearly." ”

The two had just gone down Taoli Mountain together, and they didn't catch up with Mr. Meng, but they saw a woman in a veil, which was a little familiar.

"Do you recognize Yuchan? How does her house go? Where is Rimasato? The veiled woman asked.

The two of them naturally saw this sister, she was the swordsman Jing Qijun who left the palace yesterday, but he didn't know it, and asked, "Who are you?"

Born in a big family, coupled with the year of following Mr. Meng to study, Shi Yanzhou, who had just passed the index year, faded away from his childlike innocence and innocence, he looked at Jing Qijun vigilantly and said, "Yuchan is on the mountain, I will lead you there."

Jing Qijun was skeptical and asked, "Where is Lizheng?"

Huang Jue didn't know Li Zheng, and asked, "Who is Li Zheng?"

Jing Qijun only thought that he was a naughty child, looked at the older Shi Yanzhou, and arched his hand and said, "Can you lead me to see Lizheng?"

Shi Yanzhou nodded, stepped forward to lead the way, but he went to the school, and Jing Qijun didn't know. This is bitter, just down the mountain, sweaty and have to go up the mountain again.

Taoli School naturally does not have Yuchan, and there is no Lizheng, only three or two schools, two stones in the open space, and there are inscriptions.

Jing Qijun was annoyed and asked, "Are you playing tricks on me?"

Shi Yanzhou replied: "I have an eldest brother, who went to the Huangli Palace, and I have been living and dying for six years. It has been six years since he left the palace and came to Tongxi. ”

"In this small place in the west of the city, there are still people who learn swords in the school palace?" Jing Qijun didn't believe it, and asked, "Who is your eldest brother?" ”

"Shi Feng," Shi Yanzhou asked eagerly, "do you know each other?" ”

Jing Qijun shook her head, she didn't recognize it, but this childish didn't seem to be lying.

Jing Qijun pointed to the Taoli Stone and asked Shi Yanzhou, "Who split this?"

Shi Yanzhou raised his head and said, "Mr. Meng."

Jing Qijun pouted, took off the sword he was carrying, and poked and poked at the peach and plum stone, slashed and chopped, but there was not even a single sword mark left. She threw her sword on the ground in anger, hugged her chest with both hands, and the scenery was pleasant, but it was a pity that she was always childish and did not know beauty.

Huang Jue only looked at Jing Qijun's sword, unlike the cold and heavy Qingfeng of the muse, Jing Qijun's sword was soft and light, like a flower branch? He tilted his head and thought about it, but he had too little knowledge, so he had to give up.

After all, he is still a child, Shi Yanzhou caught a glimpse of Jing Qijun's negative scene, and covered his mouth and smiled. was already hit and had nowhere to vent, Jing Qijun picked up the sword, cut off two peach branches, and stuffed one into Shi Yanzhou's hand, and said provocatively: "You, accompany me to fight."

It was just a joke that was annoyed and angry, she just let Shi Yanzhou retreat in a difficult way, so that she could find a step down, who knew that this country boy who was not afraid of death actually nodded.

Shi Yanzhou held a peach branch in his hand, using just a child's frolicking moves, just casually, and at first he fell behind and was forced to retreat. The further he went, the more Jing Qijun found that he was powerless, and no matter how he tried his strength, they were all resolved one by one, and the two sides were faintly at a stalemate. Ordinary female swordsman, who learns foil, can only dance with swords, Jing Qijun is different, she has secretly watched swordsmen play swords, and how old is Shi Yanzhou, it shouldn't be like this.

Shi Yanzhou didn't know what she was thinking, this was the first time in his life that he played a sword with someone, and he didn't dare to be distracted, compared to Jing Qijun who was holding a peach branch, his every move was extremely vulgar, and his beauty was far from it.