The scholar didn't stay at Ah Lang's house for long, leaving his things and leaving his things and going out quickly.

Ah Lang's mother and son were both excited and surprised.

Especially Ah Lang, he shook off the brand-new cloth early and draped it on his body.

The young woman sent the scholar outside the door and asked in a low voice, "What about ...... It's expensive, isn't it?"

It seems that I haven't bought tailoring fabric for a long time.

It was dark outside the door, and although the scholar couldn't see her face, he could feel the ups and downs of his heartbeat through his tone.

The scholar chuckled: "It's not expensive, just a few pieces of broken silver." ”

The young woman obviously didn't believe it, but she was too embarrassed to ask again, so she hesitated for a moment and said, "Ah Lang has the same temper as his father, and he is easy to offend people, and he will inevitably trouble Mr. in the future." ”

The scholar nodded and said, "Naturally, I am Ah Lang's teacher, and I should do this." ”

The scholar was gone, and it was a long time before he heard the door closing.

Through today's incident, he also saw that Ah Lang has a somewhat upright personality, this kind of character is indeed easy to offend people, in fact, the scholar has one more thing to ask, but after thinking about it again, he still decided not to inquire about this helpless mother and son, so as not to bring them unwarranted disasters.

The scholar walked out of the quiet alley, and suddenly he didn't know where to go, and felt that his heart was empty and there was nowhere to put it.

Walking aimlessly all the way, and finally the ghost came to the river, or the place where he once stood, he thought that Jiang Xiaobai had gone far away, and no one would disturb him today, so he could stay quietly alone for a while.

Tonight, the river seems to be flowing silently.

I don't know when, a bright moon reflected down, leaving a white spot on the surface of the river, the scholar quietly stared at the moon shadow in the river, his mind fluctuated again, and suddenly felt infinite loneliness and dazedness.

Shouldn't those who are favored by heaven be lonely, relatives and friends around them should leave one by one, and beloved ones should leave without saying goodbye?

Could it all be fate?

The scholar suddenly couldn't figure it out, and in the past few days, he had finally persuaded himself to forget about these things for the time being, and all of them came to his heart at this time.

Familiar faces appeared in his mind in turn, and then shattered, like broken mirrors.

He saw Lin Er, who was struggling to knead a ball of black buckwheat noodles.

He saw his master Haoyue, and he went to the top of the peak alone and looked around blankly.

He saw Senior Sister Qin Moran supporting the bloodied Senior Brother, and he had a long way to go.

He saw Su Jianning, holding Tu Tielin's arm, and gradually moving away, and suddenly, he seemed to shout Daddy......

He saw Zhao Lingxue, walking alone in the dark night sky, walking farther and farther, and finally the thin figure disappeared into the vast night.

He saw a lot of people, many familiar faces, gradually disappearing before his eyes.

The scholar frowned deeply, blinked his eyes heavily, and suddenly saw a black crack in the river, and the bright moon in the crack suddenly turned into an eye that was laughing at his incompetence, and in an instant, the scholar's eyes began to be hideous, and his breathing began to be heavy.

At the same time, the surrounding air flow was condensed, and the river stopped flowing for a short time, and the scholar suddenly jumped high, and his body turned into a purple light and shadow towards the bright moon in the river, blasting a murderous punch in the air.

Click.

The shadow of the moon shattered, the river pierced, and a dark whirlpool reached somewhere at the bottom of the river.

In an instant, the river on both sides of the river rolled up several feet of high waves like a mountain and a sea, broke the embankment, broke the thick trees, and startled the birds that lived in the trees and flew into the night sky in amazement.

The scholar maintained a stiff posture and did not move, the whirlpool never disappeared, spun rapidly under his feet, and swept the air currents within a radius of 100 zhang, and the air currents were so thick that the water of the river showed signs of boiling.

The scholar sneered, and incorporated all the air currents that intended to escape into his body, and his sea of qi suddenly showed signs of exploding, in this regard, the scholar

Ignore it, let the air currents run rampant through your body.

I don't know how long it took, the scholar's qi was almost gone, his qi sea returned to calm, his realm was normally raised to the sixth realm, and his sluggish aura was no longer gone.

The night wind grew fierce, and the scholar was still hovering above the river, and he used his body to block the moon shadow that disgusted him until the moonlight fell.

This night, the scholar walked slowly around Panlong Town again, listening to the roar of the river, feeling the refreshing night breeze, feeling the vicissitudes of the world, and forcing himself to calm down in an almost masochistic way.

For several nights, the scholar spent such a crazy time.

In the morning, the scholar and the naughty children together, lived a dull life, seemed to forget the troubles around him, in the afternoon, stay in the hut to read a book, alone on the chessboard pondering, although there is no effect, but also temporarily forget those troubled things, the evening is the most unbearable, he basically walks in the night, as for the practice, it has long been like his eating and sleeping, dispensable, what he wants is the precipitation to calm down.

Almost a month later, the scholar lost a lot of weight, his gray hair grew longer, his beard was green, his eye sockets were deep-set, and his eyes were melancholy, as if he had changed someone, and the bond in his heart had been well hidden by him.

That night, heavy rain poured down, the river was muddy, and the flood was about to overflow the riverbank.

The scholar didn't go out, he felt the darkness in the hut and gently flipped through the scroll in his hand, and when he didn't know how many days, there was a figure in front of his door, and the scholar didn't pay attention to it, and the figure kept staring at his door.

The scholar could sense that there was a young woman outside the door, holding an oil-paper umbrella, which soon cracked in the rain and wind, and the rain began to wash over the woman's body.

But the woman still had no intention of leaving.

Finally, the scholar put down the book in his hand, stared at the woman through the door, and the two stared for a long time, accompanied by the sound of pouring rain, the woman said: "This is the deed, you put it away." ”

Suddenly, a piece of paper pierced through the window paper and entered, like the blade of a knife, slashing at the scholar's hands, the scholar sneered, caught it with one hand, and then folded it into a square and pressed it under the pillow.

There was no movement outside the door, but the woman did not leave.

After a while, he said, "You're so stingy, aren't you going to invite me in to take shelter from the rain for a while?"

The scholar smiled: "The door is not bolted, you are yourself." ”

After a few breaths, the woman pushed the door open and entered, with a faint fragrance and the fishy smell of rain.

The scholar moved to the head of the bed, vacating the place at the end of the bed.

The woman put away the oil-paper fan, stroked her wet long hair, sat down in the dark, and said, "You are so boring, you don't light the lamp even after the dark, are you afraid of oil?"

The scholar smiled: "It's just a reason, the main thing is that there is nothing to see, and it is wasted." ”

The woman chuckled, "And now, don't you want to see what I look like?"

The scholar was still not ready to light the lamp, and chuckled: "What will happen if you see it?"

The woman was suddenly speechless.

Just as the scholar was about to continue flipping through the book in his hand, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, but it soon became clear that it was the woman who began to peel off her rain-soaked clothes one by one, and squirmed for a small heart-tickling movement.

The woman said softly: "It's still urgent to light the lamp now, otherwise there will be no chance." ”

The scholar sneered and replied: "I don't want you, what can you do if you read it?"

The woman bit her cold lip fiercely, as if speechless.

After a period of silence, the woman quickly changed into dry clothes, then got up and walked to the scholar, and gently touched the scholar's body with her cold legs, but the scholar did not give a response, and the woman returned to the end of the bed boringly.

Just now, the scholar clearly sensed the smell of the woman's body, which made him suddenly remember the light smell left in the old man's house, and the scholar asked in a low voice: "I'm curious, how do you do it to an unarmed old man?"

The woman was taken aback at first, then calmed down, and said with a smile: "You might as well guess." ”

The scholar said calmly

"You are the heart of a femme fatale, the most poisonous kind of woman's heart." ”

The woman was not angry, but smiled: "If I don't kill him, I will die, if it were you, how would you choose, I don't believe you have not done anything to be forced to kill?"

The scholar said, "No, I killed all the people who deserved to die." ”

The woman suddenly sighed and said softly, "No one is destined to die, anyway...... It's important to be alive. ”

The scholar didn't know how to answer, so he simply didn't answer.

The woman continued, "Aren't you also looking for the best way to live?"

The scholar laughed and said, "How many people have you killed for Jiang Xiaobai?"

The woman sneered and said, "There are many, many of them, so many that I can't even remember them clearly, and they are all damned people." ”

The woman got up suddenly, and walked silently towards the door, and the scholar was just about to remind her to take away the clothes on the bed, but the woman had already rushed into the rain with an oiled paper fan, and soon the footsteps were covered by the sound of the rain.

After a while, the scholar carefully folded the woman's wet clothes together, and then collapsed on the bed, thinking about the scene just now, and gradually fell asleep.

When the sky dawned, the scholar got up and finished washing, and when he was about to go out, he deliberately glanced at the pale pink clothes, skillfully closed the door, locked the door and walked towards the school.

After this period of time with those children, although the scholar has not fully integrated into it, at least those naughty children have been willing to listen to his class, and even many children have begun to indulge in it, and during this time, most of the content of the scholar's lectures was from the hands of his adoptive father Xiaowen, and then after his rough processing, it became a kind of superficial thing, instilled in those children.

As for the reason, the scholar summed it up, it may be that he let these children cultivate their minds while cultivating, rather than blindly pursuing an empty and boring realm and power.

The scholar walked to the school, far away, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, usually at this time, those naughty children may not be on the tree or on the roof, but at this time they are all sitting quietly in their places.

When they were very close, the scholar suddenly heard the voice of a woman talking in the school.

The scholar stood outside the door, not knowing whether to go in or not.

Through the crack in the door, he could see the slender legs of the female teacher, close together, holding a slender brush in her white and pure hands, drawing very slowly on a piece of rice paper, occasionally raising her head to look down, and talking briefly to the children.

The female teacher seemed to feel the gaze outside the crack in the door, turned around softly, smiled at the scholar, then got up and opened the door, closed the door again, looked at the scholar and smiled gently: "Mr. Xiao, this time has been hard. ”

The scholar looked away and said, "It's fun, I don't feel hard, are you Mu Qing teaching?"

The woman nodded lightly and said, "Exactly, some time ago, there was something at home, so I took a long vacation, and after the matter was dealt with, I was in a hurry to return to the school." ”

The scholar smiled and glanced at the familiar school, he wanted to take another look at the familiar children, as if he thought that it was time for him to leave, but just as he was about to leave, he suddenly smelled a smell that seemed familiar, and with the woman's accent, he quickly determined the woman's identity, which was the one who sheltered from the rain in his cabin that night.

The scholar stared at Mu Qing's face in a daze, and sneered, "Miss Mu, do you want to take a step to speak?"

Mu Qing smiled generously, and stood still in the shade of a big tree with the scholar.

The scholar said, "Mu Qing teaches Xi, it shouldn't be the first time we've met, right?"

Mu Qing didn't have the embarrassment of being recognized, and said calmly: "There is no light in your house, to be precise, you were surprised when we met for the first time at this time?"

It was really unexpected, and the unexpected made the scholar not know how to speak next.

He suddenly remembered the clothes that Mu Qing had left in the hut, so he said, "When is Miss Mu going to take your things?" ”

Mu Qing's face turned slightly red, and he said in a low voice: "You can do it at any time." ”

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