The two came to the fence of the dilapidated wooden house and did not break in directly.

Instead, he stood outrageously outside the fence and patted the bamboo fence gently.

This makes Liao Ming a little different.

Yang Yi, who had directly broken into someone's yard and snatched chickens openly, was actually standing obediently outside the fence at this time, without any action.

Sensing Liao Ming's strange gaze, Yang Yi just glanced at it casually and disappeared.

Fooling around here is a waste of time in itself.

Yang Yi is not willing to let the author's old dog waste a lot of time here, and finally put the word count in place.

A middle-aged man left here with a hoe before, as if there were still people in the room, the faint light reflected on the walls of the room, swaying in the wind, and the looming figure was passing by.

The next moment, a man who was also about to be confused walked out.

Unlike the previous one, this man was neatly dressed and had a scholarly air from beginning to end.

There are no impurities on the face, clean up, talking and laughing, the elegance makes the haze in people's hearts fade, like a spring breeze.

When the visitors saw the ragged Yang Yi and Liao Ming, they were not as impatient as ordinary people, but smiled slightly, and after walking quickly towards the two, they said with a smile: "The two little friends want to stay here, our conditions here are not very good, you might as well go to someone two miles away, maybe it is much better than us here." ”

Liao Ming smiled: "We don't pay so much attention to it, you also see that we are shabby, where to live is not to live, it is good to have a house, and we will dislike this and that." ”

The Confucian scholar smiled: "It's okay, as long as the two of you don't dislike the cold house, it will naturally be the best." “

Immediately, the Confucian scholar pushed open the railing door and invited Yang Yi and Liao Ming to enter.

Liao Ming was naturally boasting for a while.

Yang Yi looked uninterested.

Of course, the Confucian scholar didn't care, and led the two into the door with a smile.

It's really a humble house.

The large house had only one bed and a few broken wooden tables.

Even some stools are missing arms and legs, and they are fixed with one or more bricks underneath.

There were several cracks in the wall that were clearly cracked, and you could even see the red clouds above the canopy through the hole in the footfall.

No wonder the Confucian scholars would have said that before, this place might have been replaced by someone else, and he would have retreated with a happy smile.

But who are Yang Yi and Liao Ming?

You can just find a place on the side of the road and lie down and fall asleep, what do you care about?

The Confucian scholar looked back at Yang Yi, who had a calm expression, and Liao Ming, who boasted about his past achievements, and there was no unusual emotion, which eased a lot, it seems that they are fellow believers.

On the bed, there seems to be a craggy figure, but it is not too old.

But he was already full of gray hair, and sometimes he coughed and blew the candlelight on his side.

Stretched out his hand and wrapped it gently, and only after the candle was calm again did he continue to look at the already tattered book in his hand.

After hearing the visitor, he put down the book in his hand, looked up at Yang Yi and Liao Ming and said with a smile: "The two of you are so big here, just sit casually, as long as you don't dislike the dilapidated place." ”

Liao Ming waved his hand and said: "I'm used to living a hard life, this is nothing, anyway, for me, nowhere is home." ”

The white-haired man nodded, seemed to continue to say something, and coughed violently again, the Confucian expression did not have the previous forced smile, frowned slightly, sighed softly, and took a few steps forward to give the white-haired man sitting on the bed a formal coat, without saying anything.

Yang Yi sat on a relatively complete chair without scruples, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Liao Ming knew that this strange brother was a maverick, so he had to chat with these people about some trivial matters to alleviate Yang Yi's inexplicable embarrassment.

According to Confucianism.

They came to this hill five years ago and settled down to put down roots.

Because of the remote location, there are basically no pedestrians walking around here.

The three of them have cultivated a few acres of land behind this small cabin, and they will often take care of it on weekdays, and there will be a good harvest every autumn equinox.

Confucian scholar's real name is Li Dangzheng, he was once a well-known scholar, with his extraordinary talent, he also worked as a parent official for some time in one side, but unfortunately the water of officialdom was too deep later, and he had no place to stand on the real scholar who was upright, so he had to give up his official body and return to his hometown.

Met Xu Feng halfway, that is, the white-haired man who was full of decadence on the bed at this moment, until today, as for Xu Fengfeng to become what he is today, Li Dangzheng did not say it, and no matter how stupid Liao Ming is, it is impossible to poke at other people's pain to be stupid here.

Liao Ming was a little curious: "The one who carried the hoe just now is who you are." ”

Li Dangzheng said with a smile: "He, like you, used to be a swordsman in the rivers and lakes, but now he has long since abandoned the sword and stopped practicing, and that brute force happened to be used to cultivate the land, and it was not a waste of talent." ”

Liao Ming recalled the sloppy man before, and there was no way to associate his demeanor with vigor and spirit, and he couldn't help but feel a cluster of swordsmen, and said with a dry laugh: "I am different from the swordsman, I want to become the most powerful swordsman in the world, and I will carry the sword forward, at least on the same level as those swordsmen." ”

After saying that, Liao Ming lifted the wooden knife on his waist and waved it forward.

Li Dangzheng and Xu Feng praised with a smile, but who didn't know that this was just a knife that could be replaced by a piece of wood that could be picked up casually on the street.

At this time, a cold snort came from the door: "You nerd, I'm embarrassed to say, if this mouth like yours was really powerful, that thing wouldn't have happened, and in the end, it wasn't my grandfather and I who stopped such an attack, where were you at that time?"

Li Dangzheng's eyes fell on the door, it was a rough man with a hoe in his hand.

He smiled and kept silent.

Xu Feng coughed lightly and said with a smile: "It's okay, the past has passed, isn't it a good place to sit here now." ”

The rough man put the hoe at his feet, sat on a stool next to a table, lifted the teapot and took a sip, the bitter tea moistened the rough man's somewhat dry lips.

Depressed but silent.

Li Dangzheng's eyes fell on the canopy that came in, and muttered, "I don't know what happened to them, but I hope they are better off than we all do." ”

Xu Feng said with a smile: "Those of them are all ghosts and ghosts, they will definitely not starve to death in the rivers and lakes, and some of the talented ones may have resumed their own family business, and they are estimated to be much better than us. ”

In the end, Xu Feng's whole body trembled, his hand was released from his mouth, and the eye-catching red color in the palm of his hand made Li Dangzheng's mood fall to the bottom again.

Then.

The rough man snorted coldly, his expression was metaphorical, his brows were furrowed, his hands were clenched into fists, and he said, "That bastard surnamed Yu, don't let me see that face again." ”