Summer went to the winter solstice, and in the repetition of the little mute's constant swinging of the sword, half a year passed.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, ten thousand!" With this last sword, the little mute was already powerless, and sat on the ground, the muscles of his whole body trembling.

But his hand holding the sword did not move, it was already one with the sword, and he returned to his room soaked in sweat to bathe and change his clothes.

Then he sat down, guiding the true qi in his body through the cycles one by one, and he did not slack off for a moment in the past six months, and meticulously implemented the cultivation plan formulated for him by the old blind man.

In the first few days, the little mute practiced day and night, and the old blind man saw this and warned him that his cultivation should not be in a hurry, that it was a matter of course, and that practicing all day was not conducive to progress, so he strictly controlled his cultivation time within six hours.

After the completion of today's cultivation plan, the little mute changed into his man's clothes and came to Dingxiang Pavilion, which is a restaurant opened by Sima's family, and it is also the largest and most luxurious restaurant in Xiaoxiang City.

At first, the people of the Sima family would give the little mute monthly money every month according to the standard of the lineage, but the little mute refused to accept it, he was already under the fence, and he was very unhappy to live here, where did he dare to accept this month's money.

This can make the Li steward who is in charge of the money worried, this is the meaning of the head of the family, but he doesn't dare to go back to the head of the family like this, sandwiched between the two sides, and is in a dilemma.

He went to the old blind man, but the old blind man felt that if the little mute really collected the monthly money for no reason, he really didn't look like himself, so he said that although he was his master, it was really not good to force his apprentice in this kind of thing.

In the end, the empathetic little mute looked at Steward Li, who was standing in his yard and did not speak, with a sad face, so he offered to go to Sima's house to do chores, to which the head of Sima's family just smiled and said: What a scholar! So I agreed.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant who learned the news was terrified, for fear of offending the distinguished guests of the Sima family, and he didn't know what errand to arrange for this little young master.

But on the first day, the little mute completely dispelled the doubts of the shopkeeper, and the first thing the little mute did when he came here was to ask for his man's clothes, and then he went to serve tea and water diligently.

The other guys don't understand very well, why do you say this, it's a good young master's life, but you have to come here to do this drudgery?

The shopkeeper relied on himself to have studied private school for a few years, and said meaningfully: "You know a fart, this is called a gentleman." You see, this state of mind is different from you! High Wind Bright Festival. ”

"Brother Run'er, hey, you're here, hurry up, there are a lot of guests today! Xiao Liu, they can't be busy! Shopkeeper Li saw the little mute come in, and while crackling and calculating, he anxiously urged.

The little mute nodded, rushed in quickly, and saw that a few guests had just come in, so he hurriedly served a pot of good tea and greeted him first.

As Shopkeeper Li said, there are indeed more people today than usual, maybe today is the reason for the winter solstice, those rich and noble families will lead relatives, friends or family members to the restaurant to have a good meal, as for those big families will not, the family will naturally set up a banquet.

The little mute was busy listening to the words between the guests.

Sometimes people who drink a lot are always sentimental, or use wine to kill their sorrows, or use wine to express their feelings.

Some people regard the dinner as a battlefield, and the interests between pushing cups and changing lamps are hidden in the words of mutual temptation.

There are also people who simply eat and taste reviews with a few gourmets.

The food is full of fireworks in the world.

But the biggest thing the little mute heard today was the war, yes, there was a small skirmish between China and Xia at the border recently, and there were not many dead and wounded, but this was a not very good start.

"Recently, Huawen has gone a little too far, and they always provoke my border pass in Daxia."

"Hey, they just want to take advantage of the fact that Your Majesty is sick now that the capital is in a mess, and take the opportunity to take over the three towns of Bianguan."

"If you are more than ten years younger in the next year, you must abandon literature and martial arts, and frustrate their spirit!"

"Brother Wenchang has such a mind, we are ashamed of ourselves, I will toast you first!"

The little mute also knows these things, after all, the news of the Sima family is still faster and more accurate than these people, in fact, Emperor Xia Yu's serious illness is just an opportunity, and the discord between the two countries has been there since the beginning, as the saying goes, one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, who among the rulers does not want their territory to be larger?

It's just that the current situation is really dangerous for Xia Yuan, and the demon clan in the north has recently increased the intensity and number of attacks, and must also want to take this opportunity to show their strength.

By the time the little mute was busy with the guests in the restaurant, they had already dispersed, and it was already twilight, so he talked to the guys in the store and the shopkeeper Li, and went back.

Today's Sima Mansion is still brightly lit, and in the largest building, you can faintly hear the sound of wine glasses colliding and the sound of persuasion, so it is not lively.

In fact, early in the morning, the person in charge invited the little mute to refer to the banquet together, but the little mute felt that these had nothing to do with him, and he was just a guest after all, so he politely declined.

The little mute returned to his small courtyard, saw that there was a lamp in the house, and with some curiosity pushed open the door, and saw the old blind man sitting on the edge of the table, on which there were two bowls of dumplings. Suddenly, I felt a little sour in my nose, and Master had been waiting for me to come back.

"Come back, come and eat dumplings, it's cold." When the old blind man heard the movement, he hurriedly beckoned the little mute to come and sit down.

The little mute hurriedly went over and sat down and ate the dumplings.

"It's time for us to get out of here, let's go the day after tomorrow!" The old blind man said to the little mute while eating.

The little mute ate the dumplings that were already cold, but felt warm in his heart.

"Yes, Master." The little mute is now the strength of the fourth stage of martial arts, and the use of true qi has been perfected, and he returns with condensing qi and transmitting sound.

"Is it because of the war?" The little mute asked.

"Yes, time waits for no one, my plan is going to be advanced." The old blind man didn't continue, picked up the bowl of dumplings that the two of them had eaten, and walked out, "Rest early!" ”

The little mute watched the master walk out of the small courtyard, and the moon was sprinkled on the master's back, and the little mute suddenly felt that the master's back was so lonely and lonely, and secretly made up his mind that he must become stronger sooner, so that the master should be less worried.

The disciples should share some of the master's troubles.

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