Lin Manliu, Qinglan and Yang shopkeeper entered the post hall together, found a free table and chair to sit down, Yang shopkeeper shouted Dong Lao Er, and there was no follow-up, the post station ran the hall with a teapot in hand, and also walked to the three-person table with three teacups, and after placing the teacups in turn, according to the order of Qinglan, Yang shopkeeper and finally Lin Manliu, the three of them poured tea.

Shopkeeper Yang saw that Dong Lao Er still knew his thoughts, so he didn't continue to scold anything, but just let this post station run the hall to continue to be busy, if there is nothing to do, you can go to the rest meeting by the door, if the running hall is amnesty, put the teapot on the table for three people, and go to the guests of the other tables.

"Today's competition is a lot of trouble for shopkeeper Yang," Qinglan said to shopkeeper Yang with a teacup.

Shopkeeper Yang hurriedly picked up the teacup and replied, "Although Uncle Qing troubles me, I am still afraid that Uncle Qing will not want to patronize my post station, and I will come more in the future."

"It's just that I like to stay in the countryside on weekdays, and I will definitely come back to visit when I have time," Qinglan said aloud.

The two then talked about some of the harvest problems in Lotus Bay in the past two years, and most of the Yang shopkeepers were inevitably touting Qinglan during the period, and the two drank the tea in laughter and laughter.

During the two of them talking, the short-shirted young man just sat quietly on the side, waiting for the two to speak, and the tea on the table was not touched, and after the shopkeeper Yang got up and said that he was leaving, the short-shirted young man's figure moved slightly.

"Full six little friends?" Qinglan saw that the young man was still silent, so she shouted.

Lin Manliu, who was still thinking about the competition just now, suddenly heard Qing Lan calling himself, and immediately looked up at Qing Lan and replied, "Uncle Qing, I was a little distracted, I'm really sorry."

Qinglan patted the table, pointed to the cup of tea in front of the short-shirted young man and said, "The competition is closed, what are you still thinking, the tea on the table is almost cold."

After hearing this, the young man in the short shirt hurriedly lifted the cup of tea on the table, lifted it and drank it in his mouth, and even swallowed the crumbs of tea leaves.

"Ahem... Hahahaha, the six little friends are really interesting" Seeing this, the farmer first coughed and then began to laugh.

The short-shirted boy who drank the tea quickly reacted, how funny and ridiculous this move was now, and returned the teacup to its original position with some embarrassment, and then didn't know what to do, and his hands began to tap on the table unconsciously.

"When the six little friends came out of the sword, they said peacefully, they really judged the two of them, and now they look more like a market child, if my wife is here, I will definitely like it," Qinglan said with a smile on his beard.

"Uncle Qing doesn't want to cancel the sixth year by himself... Fang Cai was just thinking back to the time when he was fighting, Uncle Qing's spearmen and soldiers were changing, and there was also the wonder of the double knowledge in Uncle Qing's hands" Lin Manliu said out, his eyes fixed on the teacup on the table that had been drunk.

"Thinking back to what I have done so much, continue to remember one thing, no matter if you use a sword or a sword, all the ways you want are the only solution that can break the game, use my tricks to dissolve its power, and unload its brute strength, so as to resist the enemy, and finally defeat the enemy" Qinglan said.

"If only that's the case... But when defending against the enemy, the opponent's moves are not all defused by himself, just take care of his own sword, won't he be trapped by other people's spells and tricks" Lin Manliu thought about Qing Lan's words and began to mutter.

"My generation of Jianghu guests, think about it and do so much, the real enemy is now, how much time can you think about the way to make moves, your own swordsmanship is not good, so many ideas, instead of thinking so much all day long, it is better to practice swords" Qing Lan's voice was louder than before, as if she wanted to wake up the short-shirted young man in front of him who had a lot of concerns.

Before the young man could reply, the farmer continued: "If you are proficient in swordsmanship, and there is no confusion in your heart, even if you are against the above, you still can't compete with it, and you can't compete with the methods of solving the truth with fiction and unloading barbarism, why not slip away, and avoid distraction when you make a move, you have other troubles in your heart, so that you will be slow to draw your sword and slower than others."

Speaking of this, Lin Manliu realized that where did he make a mistake with his sword in the past, no matter what time he faced the enemy before, because he was still young in learning swords, he would default to the comer to make moves more quickly than himself, so although he was generally more cautious, but when he made the move, he would become indecisive.

"Man Liu understands, more Uncle Qing for guidance," Lin Manliu hurriedly thanked Qing Lan and said.

Qing Lan looked at the young man and nodded with satisfaction, took the teapot in one hand, filled a cup for himself, and then handed the teapot to the young man and asked Lin Manliu to pour tea for himself.

"By the way, the six little friends may guess how much strength I used when I made the move," Qinglan suddenly said aloud.

"Twenty-three out of ten...?" Lin Manliu pondered for a moment and said, because whether it was when he first saw Qinglan or when he made a move before, it could be completely seen that the farmer in front of him must be far better than Ye Dangting and Master, when the old liar made a move with himself, the strength he used was as the old liar said, and Uncle Qing would only be less if he thought about it.

Qinglan at the table laughed out loud after hearing the young man's reply, "The six little friends are still too humble, probably half of the guesses are right, at first it was thirty percent, and then I didn't ask you, and then I mentioned it to forty percent, but I didn't expect the six little friends to still be able to cope freely."

Lin Manliu listened to what Qing Lan said, just nodded, then reached out to take the teacup on the table, raised it to his lips and took a sip.

After that, the two chatted, Qinglan told the short-shirted boy about Lotus Bay, the changes over the years and some characteristics of other villages in Shudi, and Lin Manliu told the farmer about the scenery he had seen all the way from southern Xinjiang, and the two talked happily until the evening.

In the twilight, at sunset.

Lin Manliu and Qinglan walked out of the post station together, and when the pedestrians on the side of the road saw Qinglan, they all stopped and shouted Uncle Qing before continuing to hurry.

"Today, whether it is a trick or a conversation with the six little friends, it makes me feel a little comfortable, and I also want to thank the six little friends," Qinglan said as she looked at the sunset in the distance.

"Uncle Qing is willing to fight with him and correct mistakes for Manliu's sword, this is my luck" Lin Manliu followed the gaze of the farmer beside him and looked at the sunset in the distance.

The sun is at dusk, and the heroes are late at dusk.

"As Man Liuxiaoyou said, in the future, the rivers and lakes still need you young generations to break through and rejuvenate the rivers and lakes," the farmer suddenly sighed.

Lin Manliu remembered what he said before he and Qinglan competed, eating lotus seeds together, and what he said was just that someone needed to seek a way to save him, why did he come here, it was Uncle Qing who said that the way to save must be solved by the younger generation stepping forward? Maybe it's because of what comes out of my own mouth.

"It may make Uncle Qing a little disappointed, Man Liu doesn't have such ambitions for the time being, after the matter is over, Man Liu just wants to return to his hometown to accompany the elders and his master" The short-shirted young man said apologetically, although he wants to be a chivalrous man like an old liar, but in today's turbulent situation, he can't do it at present.

"What's there to apologize for, everyone has their own way, if their own way is not here, there is no need to force it in this direction, only by following the heart, can we go further," the farmer said.

Without waiting for Lin Manliu to reply, Qinglan turned sideways and walked forward, raised her left hand and waved at the young man and said, "Leave tomorrow, you don't need to look for me, he will meet one day, I hope that Manliu Xiaoyou's swordsmanship will be more sophisticated."

Lin Manliu turned to look at Qinglan, who had walked away, bowed his hand and said, "I am sure, Manliu bids farewell to Uncle Qing."

Until the figure of the cropper disappeared among the pedestrians, the short-shirted young man stood up straight and walked towards the post station, the shopkeeper Yang was standing at the door of the post station, just when the two walked out of the post station together, the shopkeeper Yang was waiting in front of the door, not to eavesdrop on the words of the two, it was simply the shopkeeper Yang himself, he really admired the farmer who drove the harvest of the entire Lotus Bay to improve.

When Lin Manliu approached the location of the post station, Shopkeeper Yang quickly greeted him, and said loudly: "Manliu Xiaoyou, when it's time for dinner, I will ask the running hall to deliver the food to your house or leave it in the backyard, and wait for Manliu Xiaoyou to pick it up in person."

"The kid has thanked the shopkeeper for his kindness here, don't bother, I will go downstairs to eat by myself during dinner, so I don't need to worry about Shopkeeper Yang so much" Lin Manliu nodded and said to Shopkeeper Yang.

"Then follow the arrangement of the six little friends, I will be busy first, if there is anything to inform me, or call the second Dong to help" Yang shopkeeper clapped his hands and said, his face full of smiles.

"Thank you for the kindness of the shopkeeper, the kid will go upstairs first" After Lin Manliu finished speaking, he walked towards his room on the second floor.

......

In a post station outside the city of Qianzhongjuzhou

The young Taoist priest who hurried all the way to the west was squatting on a stone step by the post gate, and the bun on his head was already quite unkempt, although he had re-tied it many times on the way, and selected different branches to stabilize his bun, but it seemed that because he had not washed properly, he could not get a good bun like when he was at leisure.

The young Taoist priest nibbled on the steamed buns given by the shop, not suddenly stretched out his free left hand to pinch the trick, a few days ago he was randomly compared a few times, and then put his hand into his sleeve again to continue to do the previous thing, or continue to hurry, today at the door of this post station, the time of the left hand in the pinching trick seems to be much longer than usual.

As the young Taoist priest's left hand began to slow down, the eyes in his eyes began to shine a little from the beginning of the dimness, but more of a shock and puzzlement, he immediately stopped chewing the steamed bun in his hand, put the steamed bun on his lap, and took out a piece of tortoise shell from his arms.

The previous tortoise shell was engraved with Lin Manliu and Ye Dangting, but the tortoise shell had been damaged and was buried by the young Taoist priest in a place.

And this time, the tortoise shell in his hand was engraved with the words Lin Manliu and Zhou Mo.

As soon as he stomped his foot and swallowed back the blood he wanted to spit out, there was only confusion and helplessness in his eyes, so he put the tortoise shell back into his arms, got up and prepared to continue to the northwest.