Jiang Xiaobai laughed, drank the turbid wine in the bowl, filled the bowl for himself, sniffed the overflowing aroma of wine, and said in a low voice: "It's better to know less about some things, unless you want to avenge that old guy." ”

The scholar quickly shook his head, and then drank a few large sips of wine to suppress his shock.

The two of them were basically drinking for the rest of the time, Jiang Xiaobai had a huge amount of wine, and one person drank all the jar of wine, but the scholar only drank half a jar, so he pretended to be too strong to drink, and refused to drink, even so, he was already top-heavy.

The scholar came out of the restaurant, but Jiang Xiaobai hadn't left yet, and in exchange for the guy who ran the hall, he asked for a vegetable and a jar of turbid wine.

It's just that when the scholar left, Jiang Xiaobai deliberately settled down and said that if he did what he said, there would be only benefits and no harm, and he would not be treated badly.

For the time being, the scholar could only come down first and hurried away.

Just walked out not far away, it was an old couple opened a silk village, the scholar went in and walked around, bought two sets of cloth for clothes, wrapped and walked to the hut, he wanted to go back to sober up first, so that he could go to Ah Lang's house at night as a guest.

In the hut, the scholar brought a bucket of cold water again, washed it comfortably, and then walked towards the old house where the owner lived, the old house had a courtyard wall half a person high, a wooden fence courtyard door, and the courtyard door was open at this time.

There are two rooms in the old house, one for the owner, one for stockpiling sundries, it should have been a long time since it was repaired, the white walls have been dyed gray by smoke, the walls are mottled, and the skin of the walls is large and peeling off.

The scholar walked to the old house, and found that the door was not padlocked, the door was empty, and the inside was empty, and the old man and often coughing figure could no longer be seen, and many of the old man's things were gone, leaving only a bed of cotton bedding piled on top of the earthen kang, and there were a few unburned firewood in the ground.

In fact, the old man was very talkative, when the scholar moved in, he didn't give the room money, the old man saw that he was a foreigner, so he said when he would give it again, anyway, the hut was empty and empty.

The scholar didn't hold back and pushed the door and walked in, there was no blood on the ground, and there was no trace of a fight, but he found a talisman made of cinnabar behind the door, although the scholar didn't know the rune, but he also knew that this was an unnatural death, in order to ward off evil spirits.

At this moment, the scholar smelled a stranger's breath, which was not left by Jiang Xiaobai, but more like a woman's stay, and there was a very light smell of rouge in the breath.

At this moment, the scholar remembered his dead grandfather, the same old man, the same no good death, and there was a nameless fire in his heart for no reason, the scholar stopped in front of the room leading to the old man's house, he grabbed the doorknob with two fingers, hesitated for a few breaths but finally did not open the door.

His reason overrode his curiosity, and just now, he suddenly remembered Jiang Xiaobai's words, and felt that it was better to hang it high and hang it high.

The scholar quickly walked out of the owner's old house, the warm sun on his body, but he still felt cold and flustered.

The scholar said secretly, the surname Jiang is really a strange person, and then returned to his hut, and began to open the formation book, but he couldn't calm down, he took out a black stone chessboard from under the bed, quickly closed the door, and then sat down on the ground, his fingers gently glided against those broken chess lines, and at the same time injected his mental power into the chessboard, perhaps because of absent-mindedness, the blackstone chessboard was as if he was asleep.

The scholar went to the bed and dragged out a long spear with a dark body, and wiped it with a rag dipped in water, which did not calm him down, but remembered a lot of old things, especially when he felt that someone was staring at him all the time, which made him suddenly at a loss.

It was a feeling from her, as if a strand of hair was hanging low, blocking his eyes, and the scholar felt that his vision was a little blurry, and his hands were a little trembling, and after a few breaths, the scholar left the hut as if he had fled.

General Tie hung high, quickly picked up the package containing two pieces of cloth and walked towards the school.

In the afternoon, it was the children's cultivation time, and the scholar heard those childish and serious shouts from a long distance, and the scholar's heart slowly calmed down.

There is a very flat open space behind the school, where there are several wooden stakes and wooden stakes, at this time there are children sweating like rain on the wooden stakes that are a few feet high to practice walking piles, some are practicing horse steps, and some are hitting the wooden stakes with small fists with this sharp voice.

The scholar saw Ah Lang, who was practicing horse steps with a red face.

Ah Lang smiled at the scholar, and suddenly fell from the stake that was a few feet high.

In the distance, Xiaopang seemed to be prejudiced against the scholar, did not look at him, and snorted coldly, although the voice was low, the scholar still heard it clearly.

Childlike innocence, scholars naturally don't care about these, but feel fun, who is not naïve in childhood.

All this was new to the scholar, his practice of martial arts all came from instinct and feeling, and he had never touched these once, so he walked over curiously, stopped in front of a broken wooden stake that no one looked at, circled around the stake a few times, and suddenly wanted to jump up.

The scholar finally made up his mind, grabbed the stake with his hand, and accidentally left a few clear finger prints on the stake.

At this moment, someone in the distance smiled and said, "Mr. Xiao, do you want to give it a try too?"

Mr. Xiao is the surname left by the scholar when he filled out the household file in the school.

The scholar turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a blue cloth coat walking over with a faint sneer on his face.

Although the scholar felt uncomfortable, he felt that it should be, and it was right for cultivators to look down on him for teaching and learning in a literary class.

The scholar shook his head and said with a smile: "It's just passing by occasionally, and I don't have the heart to do it." ”

The middle-aged man walked in square steps, looked at the scholar from top to bottom, and sneered: "Your body is too delicate, and you can hold a pen well, so you are not suitable for practicing martial arts, but if you want to practice a little self-defense, I can give me some pointers to ensure that you will not suffer a loss when you marry a strong woman in the future." ”

The middle-aged man's voice was not low, which immediately caused many children to laugh.

There are two words in this sentence that make the scholar feel awkward, delicate originally refers to a woman, and there is a strong woman, which made him suddenly think of her, and his mind uncontrollably remembered her delicate figure, and a smile.

The scholar chuckled, avoided the middle-aged man's somewhat aggressive gaze, and said, "If you are interested one day, it is not too late to ask for some skills in sprinkling and rolling." ”

The middle-aged man may not have understood the meaning of the scholar's words for a while, and laughed coldly, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, and immediately glared angrily and put on a posture of beating people.

At this moment, Ah Lang's breathless voice came from afar: "Chen Jiaoxi, Mr. Xiao is actually not malicious, Mr. Xiao is a person who understands etiquette, and he values the word etiquette the most......

Before Ah Lang finished speaking, he only heard the teacher surnamed Chen scold: "Get out, today I will talk to the old teachers in the academy about your situation, and if you don't have a venerable person, you should at least be persuaded to retire." ”

Ah Lang's face suddenly turned pale, he was panting heavily, and he suffocated back, Chu Chu looked at the surname Chen pitifully, and he couldn't speak.

The scholar sneered and said, "Could it be...... Chen Jiaoxi is just so bold, willing to compete with a child?"

Chen Jiaoxi suddenly looked angry, and directly swung his fist, before the fist arrived, the vigorous force was strong and solid in the scholar's chest, and the scholar fell backwards and broke a wooden stake behind him, the scholar just got up, and Chen Jiaoxi followed another punch.

But the punch didn't go down, and the force that was enough to break the sternum was suddenly shattered by a flying wooden sword.

"Two, is there something to say

To put it well, this place is a place for study, not a place for hands-on, please go back and reflect. ”

The scholar glanced at the old teacher named Wuliu, and bowed to the side.

Chen Jiaoxi's face immediately returned to normal, and he smiled at Wu Liu: "Dean Wu is serious, Chen is just joking with this new gentleman, Chen heard that this Mr. Xiao wrote a good article, and when his cousin Mu Qing returns in the future, he will inevitably ask Mr. Xiao for advice." ”

Wu Liu nodded, and said in a faint voice: "It's okay, the word etiquette should be remembered for a long time." ”

Uliu turned away.

Chen Jiaoxi turned around and glared at the scholar fiercely, shook his arms and left.

Ah Lang limped over, grabbed the scholar's sleeve and asked worriedly: "Is there a big problem with Mr. Xiao, that Chen Jiaoxi is a monk of the Five Realms, and his shot is very heavy." ”

The scholar shook his head with a smile and said, "It's okay, he didn't hurt my heart. ”

Ah Lang was relieved to leave.

It was getting dark, and soon it was time for the end of school, the group of children left one after another, Ah Lang led the way in front of the head, and the scholar slowly followed behind, the two walked out of the courtyard of the school, and went to a quiet path, with twists and turns along the way, and the scholar could not remember how many turns he turned, and then stopped in front of a narrow courtyard.

Before Ah Lang pushed the door, he hesitated and said: "Little sir, Ah Lang's house is very messy, which may disappoint you, so don't make fun of Mr. Xiao when the time comes." ”

The scholar glanced at Ah Lang's clothes, and could already think of the situation at home, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm also from the mountains, so naturally I won't mind this." ”

Ah Lang smiled and pushed open the door, made a gesture of please, the scholar was just about to cross the threshold, when he saw a young woman rush out when he heard the sound of pushing the door, as he thought, the woman was dressed very old, the light green clothes did not know how much water had been washed, the color had turned white, but the long black hair was still a little eye-catching.

Because of the darkening of the sky, it was not convenient for the scholar's gaze to stay on the young woman's face for a long time, he only saw that the other party's face was very fair, as for the others, he didn't dare to look at it a few more times, the young woman seemed to be a little restrained, wiped her wet hands on her body, waved at the scholar from a distance, and smiled: "Sir, please come in." ”

The scholar chuckled and nodded, and walked with Ah Lang to the low room.

As Ah Lang said, the room is indeed a little messy, and there is not even a decent wave of hands, there is only a half-new and half-old square wooden table on the hot kang, it may be that Ah Lang has informed his mother of the news that the scholar is coming in advance, and soon there will be hot noodles on the square wooden table.

The scholar took a sneak look, the noodles were cut very thin, evenly and white, like the owner's complexion, slowly wafting fragrant heat, covered with a layer of green onions and oil and water, but the scholar did not move his chopsticks on the grounds that he was not hungry, but just watched Ah Lang gobble up a full meal.

Ah Lang Niang said embarrassedly: "The child's father left early, leaving only this shallow family business, but fortunately, the child is very worry-free." ”

The scholar laughed and didn't know what to say, but he could think that it must not be easy for orphans and widows.

Just when the scholar and the young woman were chatting, Ah Lang stopped his chopsticks and said sadly: "Little Mr. doesn't know, Ah Dad used to be a very great monk, he was already above the Five Realms, and he was expected to break through the Six Realms and take his mother out of the mountains together, but unfortunately he was killed by the thief-hearted Jiang Xiaobai." ”

The young woman gave Ah Lang a look many times, but Ah Lang's mouth just didn't stop, she had to sigh and say, "Mr. may not know when he first arrives, and he must stay away from Jiang Xiaobai in the future." ”

The scholar subconsciously asked, why?

Ah Lang just wanted to speak, but was stopped by his mother.

The young woman whispered, "Anyway, remember, he's a weirdo." ”

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