The little scholar with a feather duster finally mustered up the courage to knock on the door and enter the house.

"Door Master." "Speak."

"Shouldn't you go out of the attic?" "Why!"

"The white veil on your body is dusty." The little scholar swept the man's sleeve with a feather duster. "Ah Fu." The man smiled slightly.

"Door, Doorman." "Let's go clean the latrine." The man took the feather duster.

"Woo." Ah Fu cried and went to clean the latrine.

This man's name is Lou Qinglin, and he is the master of the Shengxue Gate, which is famous in the martial arts. So what other door is there besides Shengxue Gate, and what other powerful people are there besides Lou Qinglin Sect Master. There is no one else, at the beginning of the martial arts, Lou Qinglin set up a Shengxue Gate. None of the martial arts masters or those who kicked the gym succeeded. Although Lou Qinglin is cold, he treats the people as a living Bodhisattva. Orphans and homeless people, Shengxuemen helped build a school, soup porridge and medicine. The major events in the rivers and lakes, Shengxuemen helped to flatten it. Over time, there is only one door in the world, called Shengxue Gate. Just because of Lou Qinglin, respect for Shengxuemen.

Lou Qinglin put down the brush and took a sip of tea. Changing into a red dress, bright as the bright moon and white is one of the preferences of the master of Shengxuemen. You can be recognized at the first glance. The younger generations who once admired Lou Qinglin still competed to imitate it, but no one imitated the slightest charm of Lou Qinglin. The owner of the building went out with a sword.

"Yo, the master of the building is out of the attic." Lou Qinglin, who came out of the main gate, was arrested. So the owner of the building, you change your clothes just to look good.

"The owner of the building hasn't come out for some days." "Is it a retreat?" "Retreat?" People, you say a word to me, and Lou Qinglin has a headache.

"Farewell." Lou Qinglin dressed in red and rode out of the city on snow-white, yes, it was to hang out, Lou Qinglin had lived a life without quarrel in the past few years. It's like a young lady who hasn't left the cabinet, and she doesn't step out of the door. And inside the city.

"My good grandson, what are you doing wearing your mother's red quilt when she got married." "The owner of the building is dressed in red today, riding on the snow and traveling through the rivers and lakes."

"You rebel son is doing things in the daytime, let you marry a daughter-in-law, you don't marry, wear a red robe and do nothing" "The owner of the building is dressed in red, riding on snow and wearing snow without a trace." "Isn't Su Ri, the owner of the building, white, the bastard deceived your father."

"What are you doing, master?" Ah Fu, who was sweeping the latrine, listened to the gossip ladies talking about the owner of the building.

Lou Qinglin dismounted and led the snow white to walk slowly in the field, the wind blew the wheat waves, and the red clothes and white horses. This picture is really wonderful and eye-catching.

When he looked up and saw the clear sky, he didn't pay attention to the road under his feet, and the owner of the building stumbled and fell into the field. Treading Xuebai looked sideways at Lou Qinglin, but there was no one around, and Tread Xuebai stopped and looked around.

"Let's walk through the snow." Lou Qinglin patted the soil on his body. Ignore the abrasions on the knees and the fact that the red shirt was scratched.

"Big brother, your leg is bleeding." A young man dressed in a coarse cloth and holding a corn cob called to pass by the gate of his courtyard, leading a horse, and Lou Qinglin, dressed in red. People have always seen him calling the owner of the building or the son of the building, so at this time, Lou Qinglin didn't think he was calling him. "Hey, the one in red." Lou Qinglin turned around slowly. I saw a child with a corn cob behind him.

"Call me?" "Who am I calling if I don't call you?"

"Something?" "You're bleeding from your knee."

"It doesn't matter." Bleeding and injuries are trivial matters to the owner of the building. "Why are you so weird?" The young man grabbed Lou Qinglin, who was about to lead the horse away. Dragged into the courtyard, the main door of the building did not move.

"Take care of your body." The boy was a little overwhelmed, but with a strong hand, he pulled the owner of the building into the courtyard alive. "You sit on the stone bench, and I'll fetch you medicine." "How can you not take care of your body like this." The boy fetched a bottle of medicine and gauze, and a bunch of things.

"It's just a scuff." "Shut up and don't speak." “。。。。” Lou Qinglin closed her mouth.

The young man rolled up his sleeves, took a handkerchief and put it in the basin, grabbed clean water and gently wiped Lou Qinglin's broken knees with a handkerchief. Wipe the soil clean, gently remove the sand, and carefully pour medicine on a small wound for fear of hurting the wound. Wrap a large roll of gauze around the wound.

"It hurts, bear with me." The young man's hand gently stroked Lou Qinglin's knee. "It's fine."

Lou Qinglin looked at the young man in front of him who was wearing a shabby shirt of coarse cloth and pudding, and his home was also surrounded by four walls. The windows of the thatched hut were covered with a layer of paper, and the slightest wind could bring up a straw.

"Whew, it doesn't hurt." The young man smiled and blew Lou Qinglin's knee. "You don't know me?" Lou Qinglin looked at the innocent boy.

"Do I know you?" The boy's eyes widened in shock. “。。。” This reaction startled the owner of the building.

"Or do you know me?" "I don't know." Lou Qinglin shook her head.

"I thought you knew Feng... The boy kept his mouth shut. "Phoenix?"

"My name is Feng Rong." The teenager changed the subject in a little panic. "Lou Qinglin." Lou Qinglin reported her name and looked at the young man's innocent big eyes.

"Brother Lou is good." Greetings from the innocence of the teenager. "You really don't know me?"

"You know me?" "No...

"Do I owe you money?" The boy spoke in a panic.

"No, I didn't." "That's good, that's good." The boy breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest.

"You have a lot of creditors?" "Poor in pocket, poor." The boy spoke embarrassedly.

"This gauze." "A few days ago, there was an injured little white rabbit in my vegetable garden. There was a lot of blood, so I borrowed some money to buy gauze and medicine for the wounds. Feng Rong embarrassedly lowered his head and nibbled on the corn cob.

"Have you eaten?" Lou Qinglin looked at her knees with some guilt. "Just about to eat." Feng Rong lifted the corn on the cob.

"It's lunch." "No, it's not." Feng Rong smiled.

"Hmm." Lou Qinglin looked at the other stick of corn that he had gnawed a few bites of, if these two sticks of corn were his lunch, he would have died of guilt.

"It's my lunch and dinner." “。。。。。” The owner of the building instantly drowned in a sea of guilt.

"Where's your father?" Lou Qinglin was a little curious. "My mom and dad are gone." Feng Rong smiled and frowned, it was really unkind for his father and queen mother to leave themselves to go to the mountains and rivers. But thinking that he was free, he smiled again.

"I'm sorry." Lou Qinglin was drowned in the guilt of not being able to speak, looking at the young man in front of him who was smiling and laughing, and felt pity.

"I'll invite you down to the restaurant, Rongrong." "What's the restaurant?" The little phoenix who has just arrived in the world is somewhat illiterate.

"Please eat." Lou Qinglin was about to drown in the ocean of speechless and distressed. I don't even know what it is, what kind of life is this.

"What to eat?" "Let's go to the restaurant."

"It doesn't taste good." "There is a wonton stall in the pergola by the field, please eat it, is it good to Rongrong."

"Their cabbage and meat wontons are so fragrant."

"Would you like to eat?"

"When I chop wood, the wonton stall is fragrant, and I'm going to drool, Brother Lou." Feng Rong smiled.

“。。。。。” The owner of the building is heartbroken and distressed.