Although there is still a shallow and bleak white mist on the lake, you can already feel the cheerful breath of the fish in late winter.

On the shore, orderly and chic houses are located among the trees, and in the past, when the young men were studying, the Minghu School seemed to be silent.

At the back of the Minghu Academy, there is a small courtyard.

The courtyard starts with a thatched bamboo house, which is spread out by bamboo rows to form a circle, and then settles in the bamboo forest.

The sun in heaven shone on the top of a man's head, but it reflected it.

The old man was lying on his back, carrying a hoe in the vegetable patch between the courtyards, and sweating in the mud, but it flowed more and more, making Xie Dingding's head more and more shiny.

There was another man beside him, but it was a woman.

Although the woman was dressed in cloth, she still looked graceful, and a string of lilac crystal pendants hung on her forehead, swinging with the hoe up and down.

The old man rested for a while, wiped his sweaty forehead with his right arm, and when he turned his head, he saw that she was already full of beads, thinking that his daughter's family was also so strong.

He smiled and said, "Rest." ”

"Sir, you go to the back room for a cup of tea first, and my land will be turned over soon."

Zhao Hanyan responded softly, her red lips were a little purple, and the hoe and wooden pole in her hand seemed to be a little weak.

"Don't worry!" The old man shouted, but he bent down and waved the thing in his hand, and went down with a hoe and said, "This mud has to be turned over to see life, and after winter, this vegetable is easy to grow." The same is true of people, they are all the same reason. ”

Zhao Hanyan stopped at this time, she could hear the old man's words, and she understood what the old man meant. She smiled slightly, as bright as the sun, she stepped forward, took the old man's arm and said, "It's rare that Mr. feels sorry for the slave family." ”

"You little girl! When doesn't the old man feel sorry for you? You and that stinky boy have been gone for six years, and now it's easy to come back and still have to damage the old man like this, you, you ......"

"Sir is the best."

"By the way, where did your little brother go crazy to play? This kid! is more restless than the stinky boy surnamed Chen back then, in the past, he was looking for someone to fight in the school, but today the school is not in class, but there is no one. ”

"I think he heard that there was a painting appreciation party in the city today, and told me that he wanted to go and see the excitement, so he took An Zaiyeol with him."

"Whew! What a bullshit painting appreciation party! What's there to see? However, a group of children chasing fame and fortune scribbled on people and landscapes, painting the landscape is not a mountain, and the landscape is not water, which only teaches me a headache - how many times did the Cai family send someone to invite the old man? The old man didn't bother to go once. I didn't expect that kid to be interested in painting, so he might as well draw a few pictures for the old man to play with! ”

"Sir, I laughed, one of your paintings is worth a thousand taels, how can Xiao Yan understand? I'm afraid that when the time comes, I will make a fool of myself and tear the drawing paper clean, which is a pity for Mr. Masterpiece. ”

"Look, isn't it the old man who has been damaged again? The little girl who loved to cry back then has grown into a big girl with a good tooth! The old man smiled helplessly.

Zhao Hanyan covered her mouth and smiled lightly, but her eyes were a little more lost.

There was a breeze blowing, carrying the thin bamboo leaves to the yellow mud ground, and the two hoes were still standing upright.

The two supported each other and walked into the bamboo house.

……

Wang Jianqing walked on the streets of Jiangcheng with a heavy log on his back, he faltered, and he needed to avoid it at all times, so that passers-by would not touch the firewood behind him before cutting down the firewood that was ready to be used for the fire of the inn.

He scolded as he walked: "old man, I just joined the gang and asked me to do this labor!" If it weren't for the sake of that sword, I wouldn't want to do this, and I would have to compromise at this moment. ”

He looked up at the dazzling sunlight, his face tired, and his lips turned white. He had been chopping firewood in the mountains all morning, and he was so thirsty that he was so heavy that he couldn't do it.

Wang Jianqing saw that the Jianghu Inn was in front of him, but the road under his feet seemed long.

Jiangcheng is an inn in an alley in the south of the city.

There were already a few dark clouds floating in the sky, occasionally blocking the sun, making the bustling crowd in front of the inn a little more shaded and resting. It just so happened that the wind was coming, the dark clouds dispersed, and many passers-by couldn't stand the scorching light and flashed into the inn to rest and drink tea.

A blind old Taoist priest led a young Taoist priest into the inn.

The old Taoist priest ordered three bowls of Jianghu wine, and then found a place to sit down by the door.

"Save your life, save your life, a river of spring water will live forever!" When the old Taoist priest sitting by the door of the inn sang the first note of "Eternal Wisp", the spectators in the inn were all like pot water, clapping their hands. The old Taoist priest let go of the handle of the erhu in a hurry, drank a bowl of refreshing old wine, and then pinched a peanut rice in a plate and threw it into his mouth, chewing slowly with some spicy old wine. The crowd was not in a hurry, but waited for him to raise his hands again and sing:

"The sun shines brightly without hope,

It's hard to get rid of the sorrow when you pour the wine.

Erhu Lalai sighed in his life,

There is no beauty to accompany the bedside.

When is the year of calamity a head,

A plate of peanuts and a grain of peanuts are kept.

Three thousand dreams and life,

There are no more spears all over the city. ”

Speaking of this, the old Taoist priest deliberately paused, swept the crowd outside the restaurant with his eyes, and straightened his posture amid the applause of everyone, and then sang: "Seven-colored silk ropes, all wrapped around to worship Changsheng." Eternal life, eternal life, natural and man-made disasters are gone! All go to Xi, all go to Xi, and the longevity is tied to save your life! Save your life......! But he shook his head, took a sip of wine, and fell on the table under the eyes of the little Taoist.

"Master! Master! Are you okay? The little Taoist priest shouted to the old Taoist priest under the eyes of the spectators, but the old Taoist priest lying on his stomach did not move at all.

After a while, the people of the Jianghu Inn resumed their idle chat.

"I heard that the baby thief was almost caught recently, and it was still a little girl."

"Oh? Is this true or false? Whose girl is it? ”

"It's true, it's the daughter of Yang Dart Head of Yang'an Dart Bureau. Even the lord of the government personally came to the door to send a plaque of 'chivalrous and righteous'. ”

"How is the thief still alive? I don't know if the stolen babies are still alive. ”

"I'm afraid it's more auspicious and less ......"

The people in the inn were talking, and they were obviously very dissatisfied with the thief who stole the baby, and they wanted to cut him with a thousand knives.

"My Jiangzhou experienced a drought five years ago, and many people have starved to death, and now the thief who stole the baby almost stole the baby in the city a few months old.

"Fortunately, today's government officials are open-minded and speak widely, so that my Jiangzhou will not be in trouble."

"Bullshit!" But I saw a man wearing a hat and a cloak in the corner of the inn get up and say unceremoniously: "What you say is all bullshit!" ”

People rose up to block his path.

The man in the cloak pulled out the sword that hung at his waist, and it flashed in an instant, and with a "bang" sound, the thick table wood on his right side was shattered.

Everyone was afraid of him and subconsciously got out of the way.

He took away his sword, took out a few taels of silver from his bosom and threw them at the mahogany table, but saw that the silver coins landed safely on the board in front of the shopkeeper. Before everyone was surprised, he had already walked out of the inn, but was quickly stopped by an erhu sound.

Dark clouds cover the sun, the sky is dark, and the wind is blowing.

The fierce ups and downs of the melody reverberate, like thousands of troops facing the street. Many passers-by hid in fear, and the people in the inn hid under the table and looked out with their heads exposed. The dust whirled with shredded paper and fallen leaves, accompanied by the vocal music of Erhu Qingming, and in an instant, it was like a sharp sword attacking the man in the cloth.

The man in the cloth didn't move, only holding his sword horizontally in front of him, and when he saw the yellow wind mixed with countless things coming towards him, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, looking so complacent and arrogant.

A sword flew towards the sky, and when it landed, he turned over and kicked the hilt with his foot, and the long sword was like a sharp arrow that broke through the wind, and was as fast as a spear to stab the enemy.

The erhu sounded, but the man's hat and coat were also shattered, scattered in the wind and fell to the ground.

The man is handsome and unparalleled, with two eyebrows and eyes like a Danfeng brush, and a high nose bridge like a mountain ridge.

The three people who were hidden behind him quickly came, respectfully knelt on the ground and shouted to him, "See the master!" ”

The man raised his eyebrows and looked at the man holding the erhu with a broken string at the corner of the street in the distance, and the old Taoist priest was on the ground with the man's flying sword. All those who were around him drew their swords and stood before him before him.

The man was wearing a Taoist robe, covering his forehead, so that people could not see his face clearly, but he could vaguely see a mass of beard on his chin moving slightly, but he heard the man say: "You use a sword to break my string, but you don't know that I can kill without a string." ”

The sound of erhu rose again, but the wind stopped, and the dust and debris lying on the ground trembled, but suddenly heard the sound of waves, just like the joy of battlefield fighting, everyone on the street covered their ears tightly, but the sound music was like boiling water steaming, and suddenly those who had no martial arts were foaming at the mouth, and they fell to the ground.

The three men in front of the man who was known as the head of the house brandished a sword formation, intending to resist the life-killing pleasure of the erhu with the sound of the sword, but how could the few voices easily resist the constant sound that made people collapse and die?

Finally, the sword collapsed and the man fell.

The sword array suddenly split into pieces of iron and bluestone slabs, and the three people were also scattered everywhere, lying on the ground, their expressions were already in pain.

At a corner of the street, Wang Jianqing happened to see the sound of the sword like a string of firecrackers exploding, full of firelight, fierce and terrifying.

At this time, all the erhu voices came towards the only man who was still standing, but they were suddenly blocked by Wang Jianqing's firewood.

In the dust of broken wood in the sky, Wang Jianqing, who spit out a mouthful of blood, splashed the man's body.

Wang Jianqing, who was seriously injured, fell into the man's arms.

"Stinky Daoist! You're fucking looking for death! ”

But I saw a fierce wind of killing intent flying out from the depths of the inn and heading straight for the street.

"Master—"

With the shouting of the little Taoist, the long string of the erhu was broken, and the killing sound stopped.

The crowd seemed to have walked up the Yellow Spring Road, got up from the ground as if they had come back from the dead, and fled in all directions in a panic.