"Yan Zhou, don't be rude." I don't know when, Mr. Meng appeared and said angrily. said that it was a reprimand, but there was a bit of concern between his eyebrows, and Jing Qijun couldn't help pouting.

"Something wrong with the girl?" Mr. Meng finally noticed the girl standing in the court, and asked aloud.

Seeing the Taoli Stone, and learned Shi Yanzhou's sword, Rao is a talented swordsman from the palace, and she didn't dare to be presumptuous, she held the sword as a sword, and said: "Jing Qijun, the sword servant of the palace, has seen Mr. Meng, and the master asked me to take a girl to the palace to learn the sword, and the palace is gone." "When he reported that he left the palace and the prince, Jing Qijun finally had the confidence, this Mr. Meng was only a village bookmaker, and he was a swordsman from the palace, why bother to be so low.

"Leaving the palace?" Mr. Meng sneered, "It's just a school palace that doesn't enter the stream, it's full of swords, and you dare to come to find someone?" ”

Jing Qijun bit his lip lightly, his pretty face flushed, not shy, but shameful. Huang Ligong has stood in the Great Fang Kingdom for more than 30 years, except for the female swordsman, the three hundred disciples are all national soldiers, and they are said to be unpopular. If it weren't for the Taishi's instructions, she would definitely have reasoned with Mr. Meng, who was dressed as a farmer.

"Leave." Mr. Meng was very busy and didn't find the heir of the Sword Tomb, but his appearance was a headache, he was really a ghostly guy, like a maggot on the tarsal bones, which could not be dispersed.

"Mr. Meng hasn't asked me who I'm looking for." Jing Qijun couldn't bear the resentment in his heart.

"Eyes are like stars, Emei is like a sword, someone has already received it, you people who have left the palace, I have seen it a long time ago, and you still refuse to give up?" Mr. Meng thought of Yuchan, born and raised, with an aura, and great luck in the way of swordsmanship, it was him, and he was also envious.

"This is what the Taishi personally explained." Jing Qijun refused to give up, but she promised the sword master with all her mouths.

"Yanzhou, send off," Mr. Meng thought for a while and said to Jing Qijun, "You don't have to go to Lizheng, Doctor Qin is in the west of the city." ”

Although it is said that he is a swordsman from the palace, he is still a girl in the end, how can he stand such a grievance, Jing Qijun cried and cried down the mountain.

Shi Yanzhou tugged at the cuffs of the jue and said slowly: "Don't look at it, Mr. still has to teach today."

"Isn't it not confusing?" Huang Jue asked with a bitter face. He can't remember half of the article "Jiahe".

In the school, Mr. Meng sat cross-legged in front of the bookcase, flipping through the bamboo slips in his hand, and Shi Yanzhou skillfully shook the fan on the side.

"Jue, starting tomorrow, Mr. will stop teaching, you can recite "Jiahe" again."

Huang Jue's little face was tense, his eyes were blurred, and he didn't know whether he was reluctant to Mr. Meng or unfamiliar with the article.

"Jiahe leaves, and the soil seedlings are seedlings."

"Wrong," Mr. Meng put down the bamboo slips, got up and said, "Yanzhou, clean up, it's time to leave tomorrow." ”

"Sir, let Jue try again, he's nervous," Yanzhou bent over, probably feeling insincere, leaned over and said, "Please take Jue, sir." ”

"Yanzhou," Mr. Meng shook his head, "you get up and say." ”

Huang Jue pulled the corner of Shi Yanzhou's clothes, and Shi Yanzhou took advantage of the situation to get up and stand respectfully beside the bookcase.

"Yanzhou, Jue, you two talk about it, poetry and swords, which is better?" Mr. Meng suddenly had a whim, put down the bamboo slip, and asked with interest.

Huang Jue squeezed his eyebrows at Shi Yanzhou, Shi Yanzhou stood up and replied loudly: "Changping is prosperous, grains raise people, and poetry and books educate people." However, the world has been in turmoil for a long time, and the prosperous era is no more. In troubled times, millions of living beings are not as good as grass mustard, and Wuche knowledge is not as good as spears on the battlefield. The saint can't come out, Ku Ding enters to seal the marquis, and the grains can support people? Poetry and books can educate people? Shameful? It's unbearable. It is also the rule of troubled times, when the sword is important, the five grains are lifted simultaneously, and the poetry and book are the end. Mr. Min raised, supplemented by education, if there is no benefit of the sword, the people can not be guaranteed, all are vain. ”

Mr. Meng did not comment on Shi Yanzhou's opinion, but only motioned for Ji Jue to continue. With Shi Yanzhou's high-minded remarks, Huang Jue's little face was tense and cramped, and his two fingers kneaded the corners of his clothes, and he went back and forth. Shi Yanzhou touched him with his elbow, and he held back a sentence: "Only grain and poetry and books can support people."

Mr. Meng smiled, took the bamboo slip and handed it to Huang Jue, and advised: "In the future, there will be another Mr. Xueju, you don't have to come, just learn "Jiahe" well." Meng Lan traveled, as short as half a year, as long as a year, and then recited "Jiahe". ”

When passing by Qingfengpu, the sunset splashed on the river, and a few fishing boats scattered the waves on the river, turning into ripples and spreading, and soon returned to calm. Someone on the ox cart sang: "The tiger Jiao drives the chariot, and the sun of Bashan is steamed; The warm geese soar in the clouds, and the sound breaks the pool of the Mandarin River. ”

On the ox cart, Shi Yanzhou was timid, looked around, and tried to remember every grass and tree, every house and every house in the west of the orange. The orange jue ran over from the west of the fang, crouched on the tree, and watched the ox cart gradually move away, and finally only a phantom remained, and finally the phantom also turned into ripples and dissipated.

The fishermen tied up their boats and returned together, discussing today's harvest, and also guessing about the great men who sacrificed to the river god, and occasionally someone told a meat joke, and a vulgar laughter startled a few water birds. The sun has already hidden the Ba Mountain, the sunset is gradually dissipating, and the sky is almost dark.

Shi Yanzhou is gone, Mr. Meng is gone, and Huang Jue is still waiting in Qingfengpu, maybe Mr. Meng will return from the song in the next moment?

"Why should Qingfeng stay there, there is no way to go to Luoyi." Huang Jue tilted his head and listened very clearly, could it be that Mr. Meng is really back? The voice got closer and closer, but unfortunately it wasn't Mr. Meng.

"Childe, you see there is a doll here that is not afraid of being bitten by a big worm." A group of three, a little in front of a middle-aged man, Huang Jue rubbed his eyes, shrunk into a ball, and only dared to look at him with his spare eyes.

"Uncle Qiao, don't scare him," the man shook his head and asked with a smile, "I'm Dr. Bayang, you should recognize me." I know you too, Wang Jue, right? ”

Wang Jue raised his little face, compared to that Uncle Qiao, Qin Huai was as warm as a spring breeze in March, which made people feel close. Since he knew himself, he was completely wary of him, and followed him back to Zongxi. The little boy beside Yao Huai pulled Wang Jue and winked at him, and the two of them ran forward.

Uncle Qiao wanted to stop him, but Qin Huai waved his hand and asked, "Uncle Qiao, what happened to that kid later?"

Uncle Qiao replied solemnly: "The big worm not only didn't eat the doll, but instead offered him up. When the doll grew up, he took the big insect to occupy the mountain as a thief, and became a strong man, one person and one tiger harmed one party, and was called the tiger of the sun. ”

"The Tiger of Ritan? Uncle Qiao, let's take the dry road back to Bayang. Qin Huai's left index finger and middle finger tapped his forehead side by side, and suddenly looked at Uncle Qiao. Uncle Qiao knew that he had always been interested in these strange things, and scratched his head and laughed, only blaming himself for not talking too much.