The early morning in Nanshan Garden is as quiet and fragrant as ever.

Liu Lao, who was wearing a green shirt, stood in the light of the fragrance of flowers, watering the flowers and plants unhurriedly.

At this time it is the day of the beginning of February, the sun is not thick or shallow, the spring breeze seems to be warm and cool, just suitable for the growth of flowers and plants, just one night, some flowers have poked their heads out of the bones, delicate and gorgeous swaying in the morning breeze.

The old man's face was calm, and he couldn't see his expression, but his eyes reflecting the flowers were unconsciously stained with a smile.

Suddenly, Liu Lao's hand watering the flowers paused.

I saw that the bundle of water that had just fallen out of the watering pot was not evenly sprinkled on the flowers as before, but condensed into a petal, gradually turning into the shape of a wine gourd.

The whole body is crystal clear and exquisite.

Seeing this, Liu Lao already knew what was going on, and said a little helplessly and a little funny: "Dean Sun, don't ask, your little drunkard is still there, cultivate with peace of mind." ”

The wine gourd jumped among the flowers, and was about to speak, but was stunned by Liu Lao's words, but soon jumped up again, and Sun Shanluo's voice flew out of the gourd: "How is it possible? ”

Liu Lao frowned slightly when he heard this, but after a while, he showed a clear look, and said casually: "It's just a temporary out, he will come back." ”

Before the wine gourd could be talked about, Liu Lao had continued to water the flowers, and said lightly: "I went to Jingting Mountain last night. ”

As soon as the words fell, the wine gourd immediately fell silent, and the next moment, there was a soft sound of "pop", scattered into countless water droplets, and sprinkled among the flowers.

Sun Shanluo didn't need to ask, because Liu Lao had been to Jingting Mountain, so he would naturally meet Lu Xiangshan.

As an old god who makes a living by abducting and deceiving people, Lu Xiangshan deceived more people than he read, if he couldn't even deal with a teenager who was new to the world, he would have been beaten with a blue nose and swollen face by the teaching of asking for debts.

Lu Xiangshan's face is ruddy now, and his expression is leisurely, so Sun Shanluo is very relieved.

Seeing that the wine gourd dissipated, Liu Lao knew that Sun Shanluo understood what he meant.

In fact, from the moment he dreamed of Jiangcheng and Qianyi stepped into Nanshan Garden, Liu Lao felt that Izumi did not really want to enter Yourong National Courtyard, or rather, he didn't want to enter anywhere. Qianyi is like a piece of feathers, where it blows down, it stops there, and there seems to be no sense of belonging to any place, especially after the first assessment ends, because He has not presided over the assessment for a long time, and he doesn't know that the candidates who have not succeeded in the test will be automatically considered to have given up, and mistakenly eliminated Qianyi, but Qianyi didn't even ask the reason, and left directly, he felt more deeply.

Therefore, Liu Lao realized that even if Qian Yi entered Yourong National Court, he would still be likely to leave because of something in the future, and if he wanted Qian Yi to stay here, he would have to have a sense of belonging to Yourong National Court.

The sense of belonging obviously does not mean that it can be generated, and Liu Lao changed his method - first let Qian Yi be full of doubts about Yourong Guoyuan.

So, Qian Yi walked out of the small courtyard, walked through a bamboo forest, and met Lu Xiangshan when the moonlight was as light as water, and then saw such a passage in the book.

That was what Liu Lao wrote after hearing and seeing it.

However, Lu Xiangshan didn't know how to explain Liu Lao, but according to the latter's habits, most of them sighed at the moon and said something like "the moon and water depend on each other, and the mood is just right".

Shaking his head, Liu Lao continued to focus on the flowers.

......

Meanwhile.

Ten miles and ten miles away, in the market on Yong'an Chengnan Street, Qian Yi was sitting at a wooden table, and a wooden pole was erected next to the table, and a rag was hung on the pole.

Chiya is not meant to be a fortune teller.

Although the cloth with the word "doctor" hanging on this stall was changed to "fairy guidance", it looked like a fortune teller's stall, but-

This is the extreme that Qian Yi can come up with to show his identity as a doctor.

The boy met Lu Xiangshan last night, and when he saw that sentence, the seeds in his heart sprouted quickly like a spring breeze, but unfortunately, the spring breeze could not be grasped, and Qian Yi had no more feelings except that his heart seemed to be lazy and lazy.

When I asked the old man, the old man said: "The moon and water depend on each other, and the mood is just fate." The old man has seen it, why don't you know why?"

Qianyi, who has only been involved in the world for more than 40 days, how can he ever see such a person who is still talking about people just now, and the next sentence will become a ghost? In a daze, it is good to understand that the other party did not sue sù himself, not that he will not sue him in the future, maybe it is not enough fate?

In the midst of the bamboo waves, Qianye stood in the forest and thought about it all night.

Of course, he wasn't thinking about the meaning of the old man's words, and he didn't plan to delve into the feeling of not being able to grasp it, he was thinking about how to make money, how to pay a lot of tuition, books, accommodation, and meals...... Then he can stay in Yourong Guoyuan and find out the truth of the matter.

Three years lived in a mansion, seven years in the mountains, and seven years in the border to kill the enemy Qianyi, the only way to make money is to hunt and kill demons.

Although there seem to be a lot of beasts in the Baichuan Realm, they should be the same as lazy, they belong to spirit beasts, which are different from demons and cannot be killed. And the killing of the little beast on the mountain of Kyoto Castle outside seems to be not enough for his own meals, so he has to give up.

After pondering and meditating, Qianyi finally decided to ask Jun Shendu.

It was already late at night, and the young Confucian who was reading at night showed a strange smile when he heard Qianyi's question, but he didn't stop it, but seriously analyzed Qianyi's conditions and helped make suggestions.

After discussing for a long time, the two finally unanimously decided to set up a stall to practice medicine.

In fact, Qian Yi also didn't know, although Jun Shendu was more involved in the world than him, but they were all teenagers, and how deep could they go, although the method was determined, but how to put it, where to put it, what to put it into, and when to put it? It was not explained.

At that time, Qianyi had already eaten the lotus root pork rib soup that Jun Shen Duwen had warmed in the pot, and lazily nibbled on steamed buns and went to the outside of the Baichuan boundary.

Relying on the location of the market when he ate steamed buns yesterday, Qian Yi randomly chose a crossroads, moved a table that I don't know who put there, and wrote the word "medicine" on the cloth on the table, and erected it. Finally, he looked at the extremely empty tabletop, so he untied the Yanling knife at his waist and put it on the table.

Of course, this appearance was caused by the influence of the fortune teller who shouted "This little brother, you are covered with dark clouds, and the Yin Hall is black" when he passed through the twenty-four cities, and he did not feel that there was anything wrong, and he was even quite satisfied.

At three o'clock, the sky is getting brighter, and in the eastern sky, a piece of clouds like colorful butterflies flutter up, flying on the mountain.

Yong'an City, where sheng sang all night, and Yong'an Street, which was silent all night, began to appear in twos and threes, but most of them were busy vendors, and no one cared about Qianyi's stalls.

At this time, at the end of the street, a girl wearing a gray cloth skirt and a wooden hairpin on her head came pushing a small car.

She walked over to Chiyi and stopped, gasping slightly, wiping her sweat, and then—

See Chiya.