Lin Manliu listened to the man in the yellow shirt, and felt the scene of the three pools of the moon in front of him, and tried his best to think about how he should use the sword and adjust his internal breath when he took out the sword in the future.

After the man in the yellow shirt finished speaking, he coughed lightly after a while, and the young man in the short shirt reacted from his own thinking to look at the man in the yellow shirt, and finally had time to look at the strange man who sold his "Landscape Raising Sword Duel" like a charlatan during the day, and at night because he was not satisfied with his answer, he drew his sword to teach him a lesson. Looking closely, it is not so delicate, but there are some beards on the face, extending from the sideburns to the chin and neck, such a look If Half Moon does not make a mistake, it must be a face full of scum like a wild man.

The man in the yellow shirt looked at the young man in front of him who was staring at him, and reprimanded: "If you don't practice your sword well and stare at others, why haven't you seen a big man with a scumbag on his face?"

Lin Manliu had to deal with it with a smirk, and then said: "The senior may just be in a hurry, listening to the voice and body shape are not much older than me, it must be in his early twenties."

The man in the yellow shirt stopped talking after a word, and looked at the moonlight in the West Lake, and the young man in the short shirt followed his gaze to see the bright moon reflected in the lake scattered and gathered in the waves, but he couldn't wash away the bright moon.

When it was almost nightfall, the man in the yellow shirt spoke again: "Before learning to raise a sword in the mountains and rivers, you can only be counted as a third-class leader, and with your strength, you can only say that you have a slight chance of winning with those fifth-class and sixth-class sect disciples, and then practice diligently and cooperate with the short sword behind you to win a place in the middle and third-class."

Lin Manliu was a little surprised and said, "Will the gap be so big because of the breath regulation?" Isn't that already different from ordinary people?"

The man in the yellow shirt looked at the young man with some disdain and said: "Since this is the case, otherwise why do you think those high-ranking disciples overlook the world with a strong posture, and why the dynasty is willing to put the entire south in the hands of the rivers and lakes after the world is stable."

This time it was the turn of the short-shirted boy to sigh and then be silent, the man in the yellow shirt was really helpless when he saw this scene, and said jokingly: "I taught you so much that you can lend me that sword on your back?" Or take off the strip of black cloth and let me see it from afar."

The young man quickly refused: "This sword is a gift from the master, and I dare not forget the master's order, forgive me from my predecessors."

The man in the yellow shirt was a little relieved but said with a little sarcasm: "Your master doesn't even want to hand over these ventilation methods to you, if you knew that you had these methods on the way, you would have been beaten and almost killed?" ”。

After these words, the two were silent for a while, Lin Manliu couldn't help but look at the man in front of him with some annoyance and said: "I don't respect you for my predecessors, I don't dare to draw my sword now, I just can't beat you now, if you still want to slander the family teacher, even if you can't beat me, you have to rub a layer of skin from you."

The man in the yellow shirt saw that the young man's reaction was a little big, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Just kidding, just kidding, let's continue to drag Wenha, I'll go and see if there are any leftover melon seeds in the pavilion for you, let's continue to chat."

The young man in the short shirt had lost his interest, and just bowed and turned to leave.

The man in the yellow shirt looked at the departing back in front of him and sighed a little in his heart, it was really similar to himself

Lin Manliu looked for a way to walk during the day, crossed the stone bridge and river embankment, returned to the inn residence, saw that there was still a little candlelight in the hall, and the young man in the short shirt quietly opened the door and entered, ready to go upstairs to his room to rest.

There was a slight sound of questioning in the candlelight: "Where have you been, why are you returning now?"

Only then did the short-shirted young man notice that there was someone in the hall, naturally it was Yue Hanzhi, and the young man smiled awkwardly and said, "I went to the West Lake to have a look, and then I met the old liar who sold books...... Why is there not even a sound in front".

Then, in the dark hall, only the candlelight flickered slightly, and the young man in the short shirt and the woman next to the candlelight talked about what he had seen and heard about the West Lake at night.

"According to what you say, if this person is not bad at guessing, it is Ye Dang who Jiang Yan said in his mouth, only this identity in Hangzhou can match the description you said" After listening to Lin Manliu's words, the female voice sounded again.

"There is no such possibility" The young man in the short shirt immediately refused, even in a more serious tone.

"Why?".

"He's definitely not Ye Dang listening!".

The female voice by the candlelight hummed and stopped asking.

"It's not too early, I'm going upstairs to rest, right? You should also rest quickly" Lin Manliu finished talking about the matter and prepared to go upstairs to rest, looking at the looming figure on the side of the candlelight.

Yue Hanzhi replied as if he asked: "If it weren't for the lack of malice in that person'......s night walk, it would have been very dangerous, and I would have been careful in the future, I should have gone out with you."

The boy in the shirt had already reached the corridor of the staircase, and he didn't know how to answer, and he said something about it, go to sleep, and go out for a walk tomorrow, and so on, and fled to his room, and the candlelight in the hall was extinguished after a while.

Lin Manliu didn't take off his shoes and socks and lay directly on the bed, it seemed that because he was taught a bad lesson by the man in the yellow shirt before nightfall, he now had no strength in his body, and he fell asleep after a while.

He seems to have fallen back into a long-lost dream......

In the dream, the boy opened his eyes and saw that his childhood self was taken to the school by his mother twisting his ears, and the mother begged the gentleman of the school for a long time, and the gentleman in the school finally nodded in disgust and looked at the smirking child in the corner with disdain. Later things are that when he was a child, he had to come to this school where he shook his head and endorsed all day long, he hated reading and reading, and the gentleman of the school often used a ring ruler to beat him who couldn't understand what he said, and then he ran away and stopped going to the school.

He told his mother every day that he went to school, and the result was to grab the family pastries to find the neighbors who were playing under the stump, and give them the pastries to play with him, and every time he went home, his mother asked what he had learned today, and he replied that he was literate and made up an article that he didn't know what the name was fooled, and then when it came time to pay the tuition for his husband, his mother gave the money to the boy because he wanted to make more pastries, and he panicked at that time, how should he deal with this money that has no end.

He was very smart, even if he hadn't been to the school much, but he always had a lot of ideas to imitate the tone of the teacher's speech, the way he spoke, and those reasonable excuses, because of the so-called cleverness, he secretly spent the money himself. He bought some food for his friends who played with him, and talked to them about how smart he was, and his companions praised him for his actions.

"He used the money he had from his family to send him to school, and he used it to buy crickets for food and straw weaving......"

"Lin Manliu, you are so powerful, my mother didn't dare to say that when she asked me......"

"It's me... I'm sure I was exposed on the first day......"

The picture suddenly changed to the yard of the house, the mother leaned on the father's shoulder and cried loudly, the two sat on the stone steps a little sluggish, the father said that he was going to catch the little rabbit cub and come back to beat him, the mother stopped the father who was about to get up and go out, and the two had to sit back on the stone steps to hide their faces and cry.

Lin Manliu, who was lying on the bed, seemed to be sweating profusely because of the memories in the dream, his facial expression was very painful, and his hands unconsciously began to grasp the bedding on the bed board. When he was a child, he deceived his mother and thought that it was seamless, and the scene in the dream may be false, but the boy recalled the past after that time.

At that time, the mother's eyes were very strange, and the father was more strict with himself, and now he thinks that he can't hide anything from his parents, and the picture in the dream continues, and the guilt and anxiety in the young man's heart slowly wells up in his heart.