Is it really a courtyard of Guangpu Temple, happy and charitable?

But why don't you see a monk?

The three of them are accustomed to chatting on the march, and they are surprisingly fast at tidying up and eating.

Sheng Ting stood up under the young man's surprised gaze, clenched his fists and said, "Please ask this brother to take us to see the Pavilion Master." ”

"Hehe, you're so fast, it's really unprecedented. Please come with me. ”

……

The young man took Sheng Ting and the others into a door, and when they entered the door, what appeared in front of them was a type of martial arts training ground.

Although it is not as big as the martial arts training ground in the barracks, it has all kinds of organs, and there are all kinds of cherry blossoms

And the white-haired man was now facing them on his back, holding a wooden sword in his hand, teaching his five-year-old child martial arts.

Although Rao's voice was tattered and unpleasant, there was hardly any fluctuation, but those who listened could already feel the sternness in his tone.

"Stand up straight! If you can't even stand on your feet, how can you hold a sword! Don't cry, as a man, what kind of body does it become to shed tears at every turn! ”

Seeing this scene, Sheng Ting seemed to remember Xiangyun when he was five or six years old.

If you want to practice martial arts, you can start exercising your muscles and bones at the age of five or six.

At that time, he also taught Xiangyun as harshly as he does now.

But Xiangyun, like the kid in front of him, was reluctant to learn, and he couldn't stand well, and he also reprimanded a few words sharply.

The grandmother saw it in her eyes and persuaded herself not to force the child.

Later, Jingxi also knew about it and talked to herself, and each of her has her own favorite and good areas.

She had also taught Xiangyun to identify herbs, but Xiangyun was not interested, so she stopped reluctantly.

She persuaded herself to let Xiangyun go and give her freedom, and she Xiangyun longed to be like his Uncle Fang.

Facts have also proved that she is right, now Xiangyun is not the material for studying medicine, nor is it the material for practicing martial arts, but it seems to have the luck and endowment of business.

The child's soft sobs brought Sheng Ting back to his senses from his trance.

Immediately, the white-haired wife walked over to the child.

The child cried even more fiercely: "Sister, I don't want to learn martial arts anymore, I don't want to practice anymore, I can't practice well." You and brother-in-law, don't let me practice martial arts anymore, okay. ”

Unexpectedly, the woman was even more stern than the white-haired man: "Shut up, never let me hear such words from you again." Since ancient times, the men of the Yun family are all iron-clad, you not only have to practice today, but you must insist on practicing every day in the future! ”

Xue Qian and Meng Fang, who were behind Sheng Ting, talked in a very low voice: "It turned out to be my sister and brother-in-law, at first I thought it was my father's mother." ”

Sheng Ting thought the same way at first.

……

The young man had never been able to find a chance to interject before, but now that he saw that the pavilion master and his wife's 'care' for the young master had come to an end, he took two steps forward.

Respectfully reported: "Pavilion master, someone brought it." ”

"Hmm," the hoarse voice sounded furrizzly, "you go down first." ”

The white-haired man turned his back to Sheng Ting and took the handkerchief from the beautiful woman's hand, as if wiping his face, and then turned around.

"You guys are coming to apologize to me?" The white-haired man asked, with a hint of nonchalance in his tone.

Only he turned around, but he didn't expect that the three people in front of him were all stunned when they saw him.

One by one, they were there like fools, neither saying anything, nor knowing how to come forward to greet him, so they stared at him with their eyes wide open.

The white-haired man was extremely displeased, his eyebrows frowned fiercely, and he said sharply: "Have you seen enough?" ”

Sheng Ting's body walked forward without his control.

He was tall and big, and his steps were too big, and he was not close to the distance, so he walked over in three or five steps.

Just as he was about to take a step closer, a wooden sword suddenly pressed against his chest, against the spot where his heart was pounding.

"Back off."

"Jingxi?!"

The two spoke out almost at the same time.

The white-haired man tilted his head slightly, looking Sheng Ting up and down with the sharp gaze that came out of his dark eyes.

After a while, he had already finished looking at Sheng Ting, and then frowned: "You know my name. ”

He suddenly hooked his lower lip again, and there was a hint of disdain in his smile:

"Should I praise you for your intentions, or should I reprimand you for being absent-minded? Since you've inquired about me beforehand, you should know how to respect me. ”

Sheng Ting's eyes were hot, and even the blood in his whole body was boiling, and at this moment, he only had her and the joy of reunion in his eyes: "Jingxi ......"

Sheng Ting involuntarily approached.

The white-haired man didn't retreat, the wooden sword in his hand even stabbed forward, pushing a pit out of the muscles in Sheng Ting's chest: "Retreat!" ”

"Jingxi, I'm Sheng Ting," Sheng Ting frowned tightly, "Don't you recognize me?" ”

The white-haired man looked at Sheng Ting with solemn eyes, and suddenly asked, "You are not a local?" ”

Sheng Ting didn't understand why he had such a question, but he still answered truthfully: "No, I'm from Nandi Jiucheng." ”

"Heh," the white-haired man scoffed, "no wonder he can't even pronounce the sound. Listen, I'm Jing Xi, not Jing Xi. ”

"You've mistaken someone." The white-haired man who claimed to be Jing Xi told Sheng Ting word by word.

Sheng Ting's face gradually became ugly, and the original joy in his eyes was replaced by disappointment.

He is distinct...... It's just that he looks like Jingxi.

But it's not clear, the corners of the mouth are not, the sharp eyes are not, the red mole on the eyebrows is not, the white hair is not, the shabby voice is not, and the flat figure is not.

But at first glance, he is clearly exactly the same as Jing Xichang.

Sheng Ting finally took a few steps back: "Aren't you really Jingxi?" ”

This Jing Xi's temper didn't seem to be very good, and he was already a little impatient, and said in a rough voice: "I'm Jing Xi." ”

"Then Your Excellency ......" Sheng Ting suppressed the heavy disappointment in his heart, and asked in a calm tone as much as possible, "Do you know Jing Xi, have you ever seen a woman who looks very similar to you?" ”

Jing Xi frowned: "No." That's why you recognize me as a woman? ”

"How offensive," Sheng Ting couldn't look at this face that was extremely similar to Jing Xi, and lowered his eyes, "That old man of mine is a doctor, and he often shows people in men's clothes for convenience, so I admit my mistake for a while, and I ask Lord Jing Pavilion to forgive me." ”

"A female doctor?" Jing Xi's hoarse voice was mixed with a hint of playfulness, and then smiled, "That's really not convenient." ”

Disappointed, Sheng Ting quickly regained his mind and said: "In Xia Sheng Ting, yesterday I mistakenly believed the words of the side rao, which made the Jing Pavilion Lord unhappy, and invited the Jing Pavilion Lord Haihan.

This time, my friends and I came here to find Mr. Yu Jing and Mr. Cao Changlin. Please also ask the master of Jingge to make it convenient. ”

"It's okay to find Cao Changlin, but Yu Jing is not here, he has something to go out, and he won't come back until half a month later. Also, I grew up in the Yun family since I was a child, and the name Jing Xi is not commonly used, you can call me the Lord of the Cloud Pavilion. ”