readx;? The convoy slowly moved forward for several days, all the way unimpeded, and did not encounter too many robbers of all walks of life, occasionally there were knights passing by and leaving at a glance, so that the tension in everyone's hearts gradually faded, the goods of this convoy did not look good, but the price was expensive, requiring all the people to be strict, not to be revealed, and it was quite quiet along the way. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Li Molan rode alone on the back of the old green cow, with a somewhat graceful and leisurely appearance, as for whether he has real talent and learning, the question has been debated among the dart masters for a long time, and they probably think that even if this young man is a first-class master, he is probably a jerky calf who has just entered the rivers and lakes in terms of experience, and because Li Molan is alone and does not have a polite and warm relationship with anyone, no one cares about him, so it is okay, Li Molan is quiet.

In the middle of March, the days are gradually warming, most of the cotton clothes can be removed, whether the dart masters are martial artists or cultivators, the cold resistance is good, and there is occasionally water vapor rising around the body, compared to these rough men, although riding on a cow but a little chic Li Molan looks a lot more fairy, with a sword on his waist, which caused the female relatives in the team to frequently look sideways, so that many strong dart masters have a little bit of jealousy in their eyes, but after all, it is not revealed.

At night, resting in an open plain, the sun setting over the long river in the distance, followed by the night like splashes of ink overhead, the shadows of the mountains in front and behind became more and more out of reach, and near an unsheltered hillside, the convoy stopped.

The bonfire was lit, most of the dart masters gathered together in twos and threes, a few masters were in charge of the sentry, and the rest of the people such as miscellaneous maids were in their own circles, Li Molan sat by a bonfire, the big boss Hong Baihu and the second master Ling Qiuyu, the two masters of the Pinghu Dart Bureau, also sat here, and there were several veteran darts and Ling Qiuyu's daughter Ling Ziwei.

In the past two days, the road has moved but it is not alarming, occasionally passing through a few mountains are familiar with the owner of the village, Hong Baihu touches a bag of broken silver in the past and often releases it, which makes Li Molan, who does not know much about this kind of rivers and lakes and green forests, also eye-opener, it turns out that there are such unspoken rules between bandits and robbers, looking at Hong Baihu and those bandit leaders hooking shoulders and talking and laughing, Li Molan doesn't know what to say.

This kind of thing exists between the government and the rivers and lakes, some people can survive in the cracks, and some people can only end up miserable, and the two ends are not pleased, which depends on the connections and strength, Hong Baihu's strength is not bad, and he is good at observing words and feelings, knows how to judge the situation, and is often despised and laughed off, and puts his posture low, so it is not easy to go wrong.

There was a circle of people sitting next to the bonfire, Ling Ziwei sat quietly next to her mother, Ling Qiuyu was nagging there and telling her daughter a lot of truths that she should understand, such as how to observe words and looks, how to see the good and bad of people, the unbearable little girl Ling Ziwei finally escaped from her mother's nagging and ran to Hong Baihu's side, wanting to ask for help, causing a burst of laughter around.

At this moment, it is dinner time, and the wilderness and forests here can only eat dry food and drink water for the time being, Li Molan doesn't mind, after eating, she looks at the little girl named Ling Ziwei with a smile on her face, this little girl is cute, and her speech is quirky and pleasing, several old darts are very fond of this daughter of the second master, and they teasing her, the little girl is fourteen years old after all, where is there such a funny thing when she was a child, she couldn't help but fight back, and after several old darts were speechless, everyone laughed again.

The old green cow was grazing beside the grass not far away, indifferent to everything here, and several bad horses gathered together seemed to be able to feel the extraordinaryness of the old cow, and always kept a considerable distance from the old green cow, not daring to approach, not daring to offend.

Although everyone was sitting next to the bonfire, it was obvious that several other old darts were sitting together, and then not far away were Ling Qiuyu and Hong Baihu, except for the big boss Hong Baihu who was willing to stay closer to Li Molan, most of the others were far away from him, keeping their distance, and no one was willing to talk to him, after all, from the perspective of clothing and temperament, this Li Gongzi in a cyan robe has the feeling of a scholar and a Confucian scholar, and the cultivators on the rivers and lakes are okay, the martial artists are basically rough people, there is no ink in their stomachs, and they don't know a few words, and this is going to Yangzhou Qinghu City, there may not be any place to need this Li Gongzi's help in the future, why bother to set almost, not all the way to draw a clear line, and it is best not to intersect.

The little girl Ling Ziwei walked and jumped very cute, and I don't know if it was boring or what, she sat on a stump next to Li Molan, probably because the child was simple-minded, but she just felt that there was a lot of empty land here, why bother squeezing with others, and Ling Qiuyu saw her daughter sitting next to the strange and isolated Li Gongzi, looked at it deeply, and didn't say anything.

"Do you know martial arts?" Ling Ziwei suddenly said to Li Molan.

Li Molan was slightly stunned, she didn't expect this little girl to talk to her, and said honestly: "A little." ”

"Mother doesn't want to teach me to practice, can you teach me martial arts?" The little girl didn't mind if she was familiar with the person next to her, and asked directly.

Ling Qiuyu frowned and said, "Ziwei!"

The little girl shrank her head, as if she heard some flood beast coming, and trembled in fright, but it was obviously a deliberate posture, vivid, but there was not much panic under her eyes, and she closed her mouth with a smile.

Li Molan raised her eyebrows, thinking that the second master, who looked a little graceful, was really angry and a little domineering, and then looked at Ling Ziwei, who was like a frightened deer, and said softly: "Okay." ”

The voice is very soft, but whether it is Hong Baihu or Ling Ziwei, they are all cultivators present, and their ears are good, so they can naturally hear clearly.

Ling Qiuyu said apologetically: "The little girl laughed casually, even if she cultivates martial arts, it is hot for half an hour, and Bao Zhun'er will be miserable for a few days, how can she bother Li Gongzi." ”

Ling Ziwei protested: "What's the matter!"

Li Molan said with a smile: "Also, everyone in the dart game is a master, and they are beyond their means." ”

Seeing that this young man in a green shirt spoke kindly and knew how to take care of others' faces, the expressions of the other dart heads in the dart board eased a little, and they all echoed and laughed a few words, enlivening the atmosphere, only the little girl sat on the stump and was depressed, pouting her lips and not speaking.

Li Molan asked in a low voice, "I only know kendo, do you want to learn?"

The little girl nodded violently.

Li Molan smiled: "I have time to teach you a few swordsmanship." ”

Ling Ziwei smiled happily, and secretly glanced at her mother again, relieved to make sure that she didn't speak.

Hong Baihu chuckled: "Her mother doesn't want her to set foot in the treacherous rivers and lakes after cultivating martial arts or cultivating the Tao, so she would learn these kung fu, but I don't think she can get out of it in this way, no one can say that washing hands in a golden basin is really washing hands in a golden basin, putting aside all grievances and grievances and not implicating the heirs, temples and rivers and lakes, it is inevitable to choose a place, otherwise what is the meaning of living? ”

People can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes.

Li Molan looked up at the moon and stars in the sky, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, thinking that ordinary people and cultivators were on an equal footing, and such a picture could not be seen in Beihai.

This Jianghu, which integrates martial cultivators and cultivators, is much more interesting and humane than the monastic world in Beihai. (To be continued.) )