Purple Yi Hou Mansion, Sixin Pavilion.

The black carriage passed through the vermilion lacquer gate of the Purple Marquis Mansion and headed towards the stable, and when passing by a 'Sixin Pavilion', the carriage suddenly shouted: "Yo!" With a flick of the wrist, the four horses that were as black as dragons stopped with their hooves.

"Lord butler, what happened in the house in such a hurry?" immediately the coachman sat in front of the carriage and looked at the old butler who was standing not far from the left and right.

"Juzheng," the old butler called the coachman, "I'm back!"

The coachman was about forty years old, with knotted muscles and thick bones, and his appearance looked rather rough.

"Yes," the coachman nodded.

"Huang Long, Huang Hu, the two minions are not doing well, it's been a month, and there is still no news. It wasn't until today, when the young lady finally asked about the whereabouts of the beggar, that I had to come out and prepare to find one myself. The old butler smiled wryly.

"Beggar, what beggar...... "Oh, you don't mean the child you saw on the old bridge when Madame came back, did you?" the coachman finally remembered, touched his head and smiled.

"Well, that's the kid. You don't know Miss's temper, if you let him know that the beggar didn't come to the house at all, it will definitely be another big fuss, even if the lady can't persuade him. The old butler said helplessly.

"Miss remembered, there is no way to do it," the coachman seemed to have a deep understanding of the spleen surname of the four- or five-year-old Miss Qiyan: "By the way, speaking of that child." When I came back today, I saw a child, very much like him. Because I was in a hurry to come back, I didn't look carefully, and I didn't know if it was right or not. ”

The old butler's eyes twitched: "Where?"

"Near the school opened by the scholars of the Nameng School. The coachman said.

"Take me there. The old butler said urgently.

"But it doesn't have to be the kid. The coachman said again.

"It's just a child, it doesn't matter if it's right or not, as long as you find one that meets the requirements and make the lady happy. The old butler said indifferently.

"If that's all there is to it, then the kid might fit your bill. ”

After a while, the black carriage that had just entered the Purple Marquis Mansion turned around again and headed towards the east of Lin'an City......

Surveyor Mansion, East Wing.

An iron horse walked into the Heaven Survey Mansion.

"Young Mansion Master, my subordinates ask to see you," outside the wing, the iron rider man stood outside the door and said respectfully.

"But is there the whereabouts of that child?" The gatehouse did not open, and Yin Tianxuan's voice came from the side room.

"Back to the young master, we went to the ancient temple, and the demon road has disappeared. We found this child near the ancient temple, and he said that he had seen the child next to the demon road. The knight pulled his right hand forward, bringing out the ragged beggar behind him.

"I, I know,...... I've seen ...... Over him!" The little beggar panicked, and his voice stammered.

"Oh, say, what do you know?"

"The kid with that fortune teller, I, I've seen it before. ”

"Where have you seen it?" Yin Tianxuan said in a deep voice.

"There's a teacher in the east of the city, and that's where I met him," the little beggar's voice finally smoothed out.

"Bang!" The door opened, Yin Tianxuan pushed the door out of the room, his eyes swept over the two people under the steps, and said in a deep voice: "Immediately gather people and go to the east of the city to search!"

"Yes, Young Mansion. ”

A moment later, six fast horses galloped out of the Sky Survey Mansion......

When you study hard, time always flies. By the time Lin Junxuan heard the sound of wind and snow pouring in from outside the door, it was already nightfall.

"Brother Ouyang, I'm tired!" Outside the door, two slender figures stood in the wind and snow, Lin Junxuan put down the book and recognized that one of them was the teacher Gan Ruye, as for the other, because the sky was dark, and it was blocked by Gan Ruye's body, he couldn't see his face clearly, judging from his dress, he should also be a Confucian student.

"Where, today it is said that it is a great pleasure in life to be able to walk on the snow and enjoy the plum blossoms with Brother Gan and recite poems. It's getting late, so I won't be inside, Brother Gan, let's meet again. The man arched his hand.

"Reunion. Gan Ruye also bowed, and the slender scholar on the opposite side turned around, opened a paper umbrella, stepped out of the door, and slowly blended into the night.

"Jun Xuan, I'm back. Gan Ruye turned around, closed the door, and smiled, obviously having a good time today. Lin Junxuan knew that most of these scholars liked to do something to write poems in accordance with the situation, and Confucian scholars thought that this was the greatest beauty in life. Just like the heroes and heroes like to cook wine and taste plums to talk about major events in the world.

"Teacher!" Lin Junxuan stood up.

"I haven't eaten yet, when I came back, I bought a few hot steamed buns by the way and ate them together. Gan Ruye took the oil umbrella, put it by the door, and took out a large oiled paper from his arms, opened it layer by layer, and put two steaming steamed buns inside.

After moving the remaining vegetable jars, two people sat on the ground and began to eat. Lin Junxuan ate very little, and he was determined to leave Lin'an City, but when he saw that he was elated, he said to himself that he was walking in the snow and enjoying the plum rhyme today, and he couldn't say anything.

"Jun Xuan, don't go out fishing in the future, there are a few pieces of broken silver here, enough for us to survive the winter safely," Gan Ruye took out a money bag from his arms, and his face was embarrassed: "I'm ashamed, I said that I was disturbed at Brother Ouyang's house today, and I also thanked him for giving silver." ”

On a snowy night, Gan Ruye helped seven or eight beggars, and before sending them away the next day, each of them gave some copper coins, and Gan Ruye's already embarrassing life was even more stretched. The New Year's money sent by a classmate surnamed Ouyang is really like sending charcoal in the snow to Gan Ruye.

"Teacher," Lin Junxuan put down his chopsticks: "I'm leaving!"

Gan Ruye was stunned: "Jun Xuan, you ......"

"Teacher, I'm leaving," Lin Junxuan sighed and repeated again. There was a deathly silence in the school hall for an instant, the two sat opposite each other, silent, and the red light reflected in the brazier illuminated their faces in the darkness, swaying in the shadows.

"Can you tell me why?" said Gan Ruye after a long dead silence.

Lin Junxuan told the whole story one by one, and when talking about the old man, Lin Junxuan only said that the old man was a 'stranger'. 'The son is silent, the power is chaotic', the Confucian scholars can't listen to the gods and devils, but for the word 'alien', the Confucian scholars can still accept it. As for the revenge of the young lord of the Heaven Surveying Mansion, Lin Junxuan casually found a reason. If it is truthful, Gan Ruye may not be able to believe it.

Listening to Lin Junxuan finish talking about the whole thing, Gan Ruye's thoughts rose and fell in his heart. As a Confucian scholar, Gan Ruye is very clear about the official rank system of the Hongji Dynasty. In the entire Lin'an City, the one with the highest title and the most prominent status is the Marquis of Lin'an Ziyi, but when it comes to real power, it is the most powerful of the Heavenly Survey Mansion. The Surveying Heaven Mansion checks and balances hundreds of officials, supervises the world, and sees that the princes do not have to bow down, even if the status is as honorable as the purple-clothed marquis, they cannot be controlled.

Gan Ruye is just an ordinary Confucian student, and if a protégé offends an ordinary official, he may not be able to support it, let alone the young master of the Heavenly Survey Mansion.

"Is it really providence? I was just about to write a letter to the teacher in Dijing, when such a thing happened," Gan Ruye only felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest: "Is the revitalization of my 'Mengxue faction' so difficult?"

Three hundred years of turmoil, the three outlines were abnormal, and the Mengxue faction declined. Gan Ruye understands very well that the revitalization of a school must be able to reach the heavens and affect the Central Dragon Court, and to meet this requirement, it is far from enough to have ordinary talent and talent. In today's world, the most famous person of the Meng school is his own teacher. In this way, in order to realize the revitalization of 'Mengxue', we can only start cultivating from a young age. And in Lin Junxuan, Gan Ruye saw too many advantages, compared to other peers, Lin Junxuan won too much. In his heart, Gan Ruye didn't want Lin Junxuan to leave, but if he didn't leave, he offended the Heavenly Survey Mansion, especially the young mansion master of the Heaven Survey Mansion, who was basically dead and alive. Lin Junxuan can only leave!

Survey the heavens, patrol the hunt on behalf of the sky. 'Heaven' wants you to die, and you have to die if you don't want to die. Behind the Heavenly Survey Mansion is the majesty of the Dragon Court!

With a sigh, Gan Ruye opened his eyes: "When do you want to leave?"

"Tonight!" When the interruption continues, there will be troubles, and the young lord of the Heavenly Survey Mansion can shoot himself with arrows without asking a word because of the fortune teller, and his surname has been revealed. Lin Junxuan didn't want to be burdened by Gan Ruye because of that reluctance.

"The people from the Heaven Survey Mansion may find this place at any time, without further ado, I'll send you to the carriage shop. Gan Ruye stood up.

"No need," Lin Junxuan leaned forward and knelt on the ground: "The student doesn't want to implicate the teacher." Later, when the Surveyor Mansion asked, the teacher only said that he had taken in a beggar occasionally, and he only stayed for one night and left, so that the Surveyor Mansion would not embarrass the teacher. ”

"Teacher, take care!" Lin Junxuan kowtowed three times, pushed open the door, and walked quickly into the wind and snow that rose at some point.

"Wait a minute," Gan Ruye grabbed the money bag on the ground, rushed to the door and was stunned, the wind and snow outside the door were confused, the cold wind was howling, and in the diffuse snow foam, I could only see a little bit of people's lights, and Lin Junxuan had already disappeared.

The misty snow foam blew in from outside the door, Gan Ruye stood at the door in a daze, and it took a long time to turn around and close the door......

Not far from the school hall, after seeing Gan Ruye enter, a child came out from behind a house not far away, it was Lin Junxuan, through the window paper, Lin Junxuan silently looked at the thin figure illuminated by the oil lamp behind the window, and a faint sentimentality surged in his heart. Shaking his head, the sentimental mood was quickly calmed down by him.

"Teacher, we'll see you again," turning around, Lin Junxuan staggered in the wind and snow. In a flash, the two relatives who said goodbye to this world one after another, that feeling was not pleasant.

"Ding!~" A gust of wind chimes came from the end of the street in the distance, and there was a shouting voice hidden in the sound of wind and snow: "Drive!" Lin Junxuan walked slowly, not caring.

"Hoof!" The voice got closer and closer, it was a black carriage, Lin Junxuan didn't care, seeing the carriage coming, he stood sideways to the side of the road. Four pitch-black horses like dragons flew on their hooves, splashing a large stream of snow foam, and after the carriage drove over, Lin Junxuan continued to walk, silently thinking about his thoughts.

"It's the kid!" there was a loud explosion in the flat, and the passing carriage stopped, and there was a loud shout from the carriage.

Lin Junxuan subconsciously turned his head, only to see an old man wearing a black robe with a wrinkled face standing at some point. The old man leaned slightly, and was looking at himself with a strange look, and behind him, the carriage stopped thirty feet away, and at the edge of the carriage, the rough-looking coachman was leaning out half of his body and looking at himself.