Qin Xinxin thought for a moment and said, "You mean, this is where my parents came to travel when they were in college?" ”

Zuo Ling hugged his chest with one hand, and supported his chin with the back of his hand with the other hand: "Six or seven out of ten." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I searched on the Internet, this snow pavilion has a history of more than 1,000 years but few people know about it, so deserted that there are few customers but can stand and operate.

A thousand years ago, the Yiqi Rebellion in the middle of the Yao Dynasty ended, and there was a peaceful and prosperous era in the land of Qunsen for nearly two hundred years, which means that your ancestors quietly hid behind the scenes of the world, waiting for the next war to shake the society. During this period of stability, they must have had more than enough time to consider the enjoyment of being in line with the family's status as a gatekeeper.

Like Dongda, Yukinatei is a place that has served twelve families for generations, and this is my conclusion.

You are very traditional, and your uncle, aunt and you all studied at Winter University, so they will definitely choose similar places when they travel during their university years. ”

Qin Xin was a little helpless: "You guys...... I'm also confused about the Twelve Families now, and I don't know what the traditions of the family are. ”

Zuo Ling thought for a while and didn't reply, and after a while, she said: "Uncle and aunt are here as tourists, so we only need to go to the place where we will definitely go when we travel here, and we can meet the butterfly disaster that my aunt said." ”

Qin Xin nodded in agreement and said, "But what you need to pay attention to is-"

Zuo Ling naturally continued: "Why didn't my aunt tell us directly where the butterfly disaster was?" ”

Her slender fingers touched her chin: "I need to know who else is traveling with my uncle and aunt, pen and paper." ”

Qin Xin found a note and pen on the bedside table in the guest room to write down the number and handed it to her.

Zuo Ling took the pen and paper and wrote down two names on the thirty-two antique cloth heads:

"Qin Ye, Luo Yu."

She draws a slightly heavy circle outside the name, then a straight line from each of the two circles, then another line at the intersection of the two lines, and finally a circle at the end of the line.

"How much do you know about your uncle's and aunt's classmates or alumni at Winter University?" Zuo Ling asked.

Qin Xin said: "Hmm...... Mr. Takayama is an alumnus of my father. Gao Shan has been teaching him swordsmanship since he was a child, and he is the father of his childhood sweetheart, so Qin Xin's first thought is naturally him.

"Brother Chuan and the teacher are classmates, and I heard him say that my dad and I once participated in a year-round drinking club...... By the way, Brother Chuan suddenly became nostalgic that day and told me some things about the past, which is probably like this. ”

Qin Xinli rubbed his face and put on a half-dead and embarrassed expression:

"It's been so long, you and Gao Ling have reached the age we were back then. Graduation seemed to be in the morning, Qin Ye stupidly took the diamond ring and went to propose to Luo Yu, and was scolded unexpectedly, Gao Shan didn't say anything, hid in the kendo club and waved his sword until the sun set, I was so busy that I didn't do anything because I wanted to refuse to line up to confess to me......"

Qin Xin rubbed his face back: "The one in the back should be made up by Brother Chuan in order to increase the gold content of his life." ”

"I know without you saying it."

Zuo Ling tapped the note with the cap of his pen: "Judging from the tone and statement of Waste Chaichuan, uncle, aunt, your teacher and him were very close friends back then. ”

She drew a few more circles and filled in the blanks with "high mountains" and "waste firewood river".

"In this way, my dad and Brother Chuan are colleagues in the club, my mother and Brother Chuan are childhood sweethearts, and the teacher often texts Brother Chuan." Qin Xin raised his head as if he thought of something, "By the way, before I went to get the pizza ordered by Brother Chuan, didn't Brother Chuan take out the classmates and show us the photos, a sister named Brother Hui controls the traffic police, and a long-haired monster girl in a red leather coat, I met them." That woman also knew my dad...... At least that's what she said after she beat me up. ”

The brushing sound stops and the nib leaves the paper.

On the circles of Qin Ye, Luo Yu, Gao Shan, the traffic police, and the strange power girl, a straight line pointing to the "Waste Chai River" is extended.

Zuo Ling drew a heavy circle around the "Waste Firewood River" and said:

"Based on the relationship we know now, it would be most efficient to ask about that trip and ask about it."

Qin Xin said: "But Brother Chuan will definitely talk about him left and right, or he will be full of nonsense, and he will not be able to provide useful information at all." The last time I saw him, he also said that he wanted to teach Brother Tangerine a peerless martial art and easily defeat other players. ”

Speaking of this, Qin Xin couldn't help but laugh, "Brother Chuan obviously has no traces of qi and blood on his body, but he puts on the majesty and bravado of his predecessor martial artists all day long. ”

"Before the national competition, did you find traces of qi and blood on Gao Ling's body?" Zuo Ling's expression suddenly became serious, and he asked coldly.

"Nope." Qin Xin also realized something, and said, "Before that day, I had never found any signs of Gao Ling's cultivation of qi and blood. He recalled that day at the scene of the preliminary round of the individual battle of the national competition, Gao Ling suddenly showed a mountain of condensed qi and blood and extremely oppressive sword skills.

"In the White Rabbit Village apartment, who has been with Gao Ling the longest." Zuo Ling said again.

Qin Xin: "It's Brother Chuan...... Gao Ling hardly goes out or goes to class, and the one who spends the longest time with her is Brother Chuan, who also stays at home. ”

Yes, I think Brother Chuan is just a martial arts enthusiast, but he is often persuaded by his opinions about martial arts.

In the live broadcast of the Imperial Professional Men's Fighting League, Brother Chuan decided in the first half that the winner would be Li Gouhai.

And that day--

"You and the world in this moment determine the outcome of the situation, you are changing, the world is changing, untouchable, unpredictable. Therefore, there are often warriors in this world who have the heart to win, but there are no warriors who must win, even in this era when warriors have gained incredible power.

That's why we have to have love...... Love is not regretting.

Forget the past and the future, just rely on the present to decide the winner, and accept it no matter what the outcome is.

A person who has his back to the cliff and clenches his fist full of love, no matter how bad the world is, will always wait for a good time. ”

The man lying on the sofa clenched his fist in front of him, and the next moment, he was involuntarily persuaded by him.

At that moment, it was not so much persuaded by Brother Chuan's words as it was to be persuaded by that clenched fist and his demeanor as a warrior.

It's just that the momentary loss of consciousness was too short, and I didn't care.

Qin Xin came back to his senses and said, "Brother Chuan is very strong, maybe as strong as Teacher Gao Shan and my father. ”

Zuo Ling said: "But my uncle and your teacher have never said that they will support you to win the championship in the National College Kendo Competition, or the Twelve Grand Competitions." In an old, traditional, hierarchical family, what does it mean to have the support of a powerful father? Are you confident that you can beat that orange brother? ”

Qin Xin lowered his head thoughtfully, and the index finger of his right hand unconsciously pressed on the pad of his thumb.

Zuo Ling clapped his hands and grabbed him who raised his head again with a tough look.

"It's just one more reason to study the waste firewood river." Her tone did not hesitate or waver, "I will let you know which is more powerful, the support of Waste Chai Chuan or mine." ”

Zuo Ling said to her boyfriend.