Listening to their words, I found it amusing, and I understood why these two people had such a strange attitude, but they appreciated it even more, after all, they saw that they were ordinary people and still hospitable, which was not ordinary.

Thinking about the two of them, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, but he didn't catch it, he was used to it, and he didn't pay attention to it anymore, and fell asleep directly.

The next day, the sky was bright and dawn had already woken up, and the three of them were still asleep after a little sense.

After all, it is an ordinary person, I slept a little late yesterday, my body is special, and the condition in my body needs to be adjusted every day.

After it was over, I changed myself into a new set of clothes, and only then did I go out of the house, and found that it was already snowing outside, and it was white.

He didn't plan to continue messing around with these three people, and he didn't wait for them to wake up to say goodbye, and just left.

Liu Yu and Li Dongtian chatted for a long time last night, and it was already three poles in the morning when they got up.

Liu Yu woke up and saw his father clearing the snow outside, so he hurriedly asked, "Dad, where is that Mr. Zhang?"

"Gone." Liu Baoan still treats his son concisely and to the point.

"Gone?" Liu Yu was stunned.

After Li Dongtian heard this, he walked directly into the kitchen, he was a little suspicious, he looked at that Uncle Zhang yesterday, he was polite, and he slept all night and became an old farmer who didn't know how to be polite? Can't even say goodbye?

Liu Yu also felt that something was wrong, and was about to come in with him, but he heard Li Dongtian inside shouting, "Liu Yu, come in."

He was also shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly sped up a few steps, almost colliding with Li Dongtian.

I saw Li Dongtian holding two clay figurines in his hands, handing them over as if offering treasures, and said with some expectations: "Look at what is written on it, I can't read."

After all, Liu Yu had wandered in the outside world, but he was also literate, but he was stunned when he looked at it, "Hey, this seems to be an internal strength method, right?"

Although Li Dongtian was illiterate, he also had expectations when he saw the clay figures, so he asked his good brother to identify it, and he was overjoyed to hear it: "Ah, that Uncle Zhang is really a master, and our brother is now prosperous."

"We've entertained so many strange people, but I didn't expect to finally let us meet a master." Liu Yu said excitedly, and hurriedly took a clay figure and looked at it carefully.

"It's a pity that the master is gone." Li Dongtian's expression was a little gloomy, and he was also a Taoist.

The two also looked at each other, sighed, kowtowed a few times to the door, and did not speak.

These are the two exercises left by Ren Xing, one is the Flame Palm, which is the most suitable when being a sugar man; The other is a set of whip techniques, which are very helpful for manipulating shadow puppetry.

This is what he created temporarily yesterday, and it is an ordinary second-rate martial arts, these two brothers value righteousness over wealth, which makes him very fond of it, and leaving martial arts is regarded as a return for a meal.

As for whether they give more or less, it doesn't matter, they can be so free and easy, and they won't care.

I was happy to walk on the road alone.

It's the first time I've seen snow when I crossed over, but I was a little kind, so I discerned the direction and walked straight forward.

On the snowy road on a winter morning, there were no pedestrians at all, and he directly let go of the speed.

This Lijiagou does not live up to the name of the ravine, it is indeed in the ravine, on one side is a towering mountain, on the other side is the mountain range spreads, and the ravine formed in the middle.

This ravine is also inhabited by a lot of people, and the density of Anza is solid, as if someone has specially planned it, similar to the layout of the arbor village, and it has a feeling of being scattered and scattered.

When I got out of the ravine, I saw a big river in the distance, and the river was already frozen, but a few children had already begun to skate.

He saw a bridge not far away, the only lifeline of transportation, where some people gathered, and there were more than a dozen families at either end.

At the end of the bridge, there is a small pasture that happens to be a figure-eight shape, and the terrain is quite unique, which has made him quite familiar.

Hurriedly looked at the other side of the bridge and found that there was a post station.

He didn't go to the ice, but his expression became agitated, and he walked directly towards the bridge.

Seeing the bridge, I also understood where this is, Nanyang Mansion, Neixiang County, Baishi Bridge, and then a little further is Xixia Town, which is the intersection of Henan, Hubei and Shaanxi provinces.

It seems that when he was in a coma, he should have gone straight from the Yangtze River along the Danjiang River, and rushed all the way to Lijiagou.

This place is familiar to me, this is the place where Yuan Jie died, and it is also the original owner's business.

This was almost twenty years ago, and the Jingxiang exiles had three uprisings, Liu Qianjin, Monk Shi, and King Taiping, that is, these three uprisings, so that the original owner finally became the young leader of the Sun and Moon God Sect.

This is a memory found in the black prison, originally to understand Huang Zhonggong, but unexpectedly discovered some of the history of the original owner.

This uprising also saw the emergence of many talents, and Huang Zhonggong is said to have been only a guest under Yuan Jie, or a pianist.

also shined in this incident, but it was not martial arts, but his cultural governance, and the loyalty of exhausting his family wealth to support the establishment of Yunyang Mansion.

It was during this time that the four friends of Jiangnan formed a deep friendship.

In the end, Yuan Jie was rewarded for his merits and wanted to take up the post of secretary of the Nanjing Military Department, but he was sixty-one years old, and he was a Jingxiang immigrant who worked day and night, and his physical strength was exhausted, and he died of illness on the way to take office.

Huang Zhonggong and others kept filial piety here for three years, and the imperial court recruited them several times, but they did not go out again, but entered the rivers and lakes and broke into the name of the four friends of Jiangnan.

This bridge was built during their filial piety to commemorate the merits of Xiangmin Gong, and the meaning of the name is the meaning of the merit of a hundred generations.

If I remember correctly, there should be a small ancestral hall behind the post station, which is the place where they keep filial piety.

Let me look at this bridge with some embarrassment, this merit is indeed deserving of this Baishi Bridge.

It's a pity that after 20 years of wind and rain, the words on the bridge have fallen off a little, the hundred has become white, and the world has become a mouth.

Walking to the post station, I deliberately went around, and also wanted to see the ancestral hall of this Xiangmin Gong.

The ancestral hall is no more than a meter, not as big as his black prison, and there is only one tablet left in it.

It was already covered with dust, and the ground had not been cleaned for a long time, and there was even a lot of dead grass, but there were also some paper ashes, and apparently there were people worshipping.

"You're from Yunyang Mansion?" Behind him came a man's voice.

I turned my head, but I saw an old man with gray hair, a big belly, dressed in silk, and a bamboo basket in his hand, all of which were full of ingots and candles, looking at him cordially.

He also nodded and didn't speak, making way for the old man.

I saw that the old man was very well prepared, and took a rag directly from the basket and wiped the ranks and so on clean.

Seeing this, Ren Xing was not idle, but directly bent down to clean up some of the dead grass on the ground, which can be regarded as a memory of this comrade-in-arms who has never worked together.

When the old man saw this, he smiled kindly at him again, squatted on the ground and caged the weeds, put the sacrifice on the weeds and started to light a fire, and even handed him a little.