The rivers and lakes go through mountains and rivers, but every time it rains, the roads are always muddy.

The girl with the sword and the cat on her back, the young man with an extra wooden staff in her hand, the muddy water washed down from the top of the mountain, the yellow leaves knocked down from the mountain, the crow that spreads its wings to cover the rain for the chicks, and the mountain beast that goes out to forage for food, are all in the mountains.

Jiang Yu changed into a green robe, which was obtained from the old woman who made orange wine. It is a magic robe of the Lingbao rank, which is quite slim, at least it is also invulnerable.

I have to say that after accepting Jiang Yu as a disciple, Liu Jingxun picked up a treasure.

Everyone is thinking about using martial arts to "avoid the rain", and they have really done it.

If you meet someone your age and learn the truth, you will definitely ask, are you human?

After descending the mountain, I saw a small town from afar, a street about a mile long, built on both sides of the river, narrow and long.

Liu Jingxun pointed to the best courtyard in the town, and asked with a smile, "Guess what kind of place it is?"

Jiang Yu glanced at it and said softly, "The rich man's family!"

Liu Jingxuan shook his head and said with a smile, "No, it's a private school. In less affluent places, the school always built the most beautiful buildings, at least in the Jingyang Dynasty. Moreover, in such a place, the so-called landlord's old wealth may be just a few more meals of meat a month than ordinary people."

The girl was puzzled, "What kind of landlord is that old wealth?"

Liu Jingxuan explained: "No one will give themselves the name of a landlord and old wealth, it is all given by others. It's like, in a place where the fugue realm has never appeared, they will definitely think that Yuan Ying is a great cultivator."

While speaking, Liu Jingxun was already walking towards the town with a wooden cane, and Jiang Yu had to follow.

Walking to the small river, Liu Jingxun looked straight at the wooden sign at the bridge.

Simple wooden sign with two big characters written on it, four bridges.

Liu Jingxun turned his head to look, and sure enough, there were three wooden bridges upstream, which were estimated to be 123 bridges.

The person who writes is extremely deep, anyway, Liu Jingxun's hand-held body of rivers and lakes will never dare to be compared with others.

Jiang Yu shouted to the master, pointed to the side of the bridge and said, "Master, there are still words written here, Liu Mianzhen."

Liu Jingxun smiled, "Good name."

Upstream, it was a bit noisy, so the master and apprentice walked up the river.

It didn't take a few steps to reach the three bridges, and on the river beach below, more than a dozen people sat on the edge of the bamboo pig cage, which contained piglets.

The cacophony is the bargaining of those who buy piglets with baskets on their backs and those who sell them.

The Lizhou dialect is already obscure, and the dialects of the world have different pronunciations for ten miles, but Liu Jingxun really didn't understand what they were saying.

It's just a wooden sign hanging under the three bridges with a collection of beads written on it, which attracted Liu Jingxun's attention.

Of course, the wooden cards were all made by one person.

Jiang Yu saw the smile on his master's face, and he didn't know what he was laughing at.

Walk along the east side of the river bank to a bridge, a large wooden plaque comes into view, written on two big characters like a knife and axe, East set.

The big plaque on the other side is naturally Xiji.

In the upstream of a bridge, the river turns west, and in the large courtyard at the turn, there is a pitch-black plaque hanging in front of the door, which reads "Liumian Library".

Jiang Yu muttered, "How many books can I have?"

Liu Jingxun smiled and said nothing, but looked at a big willow tree on the bank of the river in front of the Liumian Library.

The willow tree has only branches, no willow leaves, and looks like it is almost dry.

Liu Jingxuan smiled and said softly, "Look, there are a lot of tributes placed under the willow tree, and it is estimated that the origin of Liumian Town is this tree."

Jiang Yu asked, "Didn't you say that willows are not planted in front of the door, and mulberries are not planted behind the house?" Aren't you afraid at the door of the private school?"

Liu Jingxun shook his head and said softly, "Don't be afraid, the academy and the yamen are the least afraid. The mulberry is not planted behind the house because mulberry has the same sound as mourning, but in fact, it is not a big problem, it is just a taboo in people's hearts. But not planting willows in front of the door is not nonsense. Funeral tricks in the world

The soul flags and mourning sticks are all willow trees, so the willow trees are naturally heavier in yin, and planting willows in front of ordinary people's doors will offset some of the yang energy. But the scholars have a strong and righteous spirit, especially these young students, there is no more righteous than them, so of course they are not afraid. As for the yamen, both large and small yamen have the blessing of national fortunes, and an official who is a serious official, even if he is a nine-rank official, as long as he wears an official robe and an official hat, ordinary ghosts cannot get close to him, and of course, it is also related to the official position of an official in the realm of ghosts."

Jiang Yu liked to hear this, and hurriedly asked, "Master, master, there are always corrupt officials colluding with demons and monsters in those strange books, so they are all fake?"

Liu Jingxun smiled and said softly, "After all, a script is a script, and the story is wonderful. If the writer is more serious, then what else does the historian do? Of course, it would be better if the story wasn't too."

As he spoke, Liu Jingxun smiled and said softly, "I have a friend who writes scripts. He wrote and wrote to the protagonist ***, and he ran to learn *** by himself, and when he wrote to draw symbols, he spent a lot of money to buy *** door secret biography, a book written hundreds of thousands of words, and he has read countless ancient books."

The girl was curious, "Then he can't be a great writer?"

Liu Jingxun smiled again, with a strange expression, "The ancient books I have read, I am afraid that they add up to tens of millions of words, and I don't know if there are 1,000 words for my own children's books."

Jiang Yu choked up for a while, not knowing what to say.

Liu Jingxun bent down and picked up a wooden branch, scraped the mud on his shoes, tidied up his clothes again, and said with a smile: "Let's go, let's go meet this very romantic reader."

"Romantic? Where are the waves?"

Jiang Yu had a question mark on his face.

Liu Jingxun said with a smile: "Four bridges and three episodes, a willow sleep bookstore, isn't it romantic?"

The girl's heart said that I didn't see it.

When I approached the private school, I heard the sound of reading from afar.

Jiang Yu followed and read: "Yu Juehuan admires it calmly, shoots to ward off evil spirits and eliminate the evil."

The young man in the green shirt on the side should make a peace: "Zhu Sekong Hou Qin builds a zither, and the bell chime and the drums are sounding."

The master and apprentice read in unison with the Mongolian children in the house: "The five tones will always sing and sing, advocating excellence and laughter."

Liu Jingxun turned his head and grinned, Jiang Yu didn't know what the master was laughing at.

In fact, the reason why someone laughs is, of course, because he is happy, happy that this second disciple finally doesn't have to teach literacy.

The world is learned, and it is necessary to read "Urgent Chapter".

Across the door, there is a huge courtyard, four or five rooms, but the only one that is manned is the easternmost wooden house.

The room is not large, but it can seat 34 people, but there are only more than 10 children in the room.

Walking to the outside of the wooden house on the east side, the teacher in the house, looking at his forty or so, is also dressed in a green shirt, but a Confucian shirt.

Liu Jingxun listened quietly and didn't dare to disturb, but the teaching gentleman turned his head to look outside, so Liu Jingxun smiled and didn't hold his fists.

Jiang Yu lowered his voice and said, "Master, why do I think that this gentleman seems to have a serious illness, and his breath is a little sluggish?"

Someone's face was as usual, just sighing in his heart.

Look, they've all learned to feel the breath of others. I didn't teach either!

Who is going to reason with this?

Liu Jingxun just said, "Talk less, try to suppress your martial arts spirit."

After listening for half an hour, around the end of the Shen Dynasty, a group of children waited for the gentleman to say a few words and dispersed, and one by one galloped out like wild horses.

There was already a group of people waiting at the door, and it was estimated that these children did not live close.

The reader waited for the children to be gone, and then slowly went out the door.

Liu Jingxun walked up and waved slightly, and said in Lizhou's official dialect: "When I passed by here, I saw that I found a wooden sign hanging outside, so I thought about coming to see the person who wrote the pen."

The middle-aged man smiled and returned the salute, and after getting up, he said, "Yamano Villager, there is not much knowledge in his stomach, so he is smiling generously."

Liu Jingxun smiled and said softly, "Where to speak, teach and educate people

, promote education, and merit is immeasurable."

Jiang Yu listened to the modesty of the two scholars, and did not dare to interject.

The middle-aged man smiled and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Liu Jingxun patted his belly and grinned, "I'm just hungry."

Turning around and pointing at Jiang Yu, Liu Jingxun smiled and said, "This is my martial arts disciple, and I haven't eaten it yet."

The scholar smiled, "Then let's go out to eat, a few days ago a child brought a ham, I put it outside the dining room, just to eat."

Walking out of Liumian's library, Liu Jingxun said with a smile, "Does Mr. Liu feel fortunate?"

The middle-aged scholar turned his head suddenly, looked at the pair of master and apprentice, smiled with relief, and said softly: "It's not a blessing, it's just that after I leave, it's difficult for these mountain babies to have a gentleman anymore."

Liu Jingxun smiled, "Don't be afraid, eat first."

The girl in the back listened to the clouds, and said in her heart that the reader herself has not seen it, and grandpa is a real reader! But what kind of nonsense are you two talking about, you don't understand?

She patted Bai Xiaomeow and asked, "Do you understand?"

The white cat, which has already drawn qi into the body, but can't speak yet, has to meow.

In fact, Bai Xiaomeow was thinking in his heart, the master is playing dumb riddles, you go and ask him, what are you looking for here?

In fact, Bai Xiaomeow is a male cat.

It is estimated that when Jiang Yu knows the truth, he will never sleep with Bai Xiaomeow in his arms in the future.

Walking into the restaurant in the middle-aged man's mouth, the shopkeeper hurriedly greeted him and said that Mr. Liu was here, what do you want to eat, so let's do it.

The middle-aged man turned his head and asked with a smile, "Why don't you cut a few slices of ham and stir-fry them, and then serve three bowls of white skin noodles?"

Liu Jingxun said with a smile: "That feeling is good, fried meat slices, white skin noodles, and fragrant. Our master and apprentice are all northerners, and we like to eat noodles."

The middle-aged man pointed to the wine gourd on Liu Jingxuan's waist and asked, "Can you drink it?"

Liu Jingxun hurriedly took out a pot of white books and said softly: "The wine gourd is never for you, this is my hometown wine, try it."

The scholar raised the flask and took a sip, and after putting it down, he said softly, "There is only one word for death, but there are many ways to die. If you promise me one thing, after I die, you can take the demon pill for yourself."

Liu Jing took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "It means that before me, someone else came?"