In this small courtyard pavilion in the southeast of Wanlang City, there is a courtyard that stands out from the rest.

Everyone next to me planted some flowers and plants, or planted one or two trees. But only this small courtyard, looking from the courtyard wall, is full of green bamboos.

After breakfast, Ji Wutong stood at the gate of the courtyard early. The unique courtyard here is Mo Qingping's residence and his letter hall.

Ji Wutong, who was standing outside the courtyard, could not only see the green bamboos swaying in the wind, but also hear the gurgling sound of water coming from the courtyard.

"Is Mr. Mo here? In the next season of Wutong, there is something to ask Mr. Yu. Ji Wutong tapped the door gently, but there was no response in the courtyard, and only the sound of approaching footsteps could be heard.

With a "bang", the courtyard door was gently opened, and the door was opened by a young man who looked a few years older than Ji Wutong, but he was only in his twenties.

Don't look at this Mo Qingping is in his own home, still dressed neatly, wearing a dark green robe, holding a book in his hand. There is a fresh and elegant atmosphere between the eyebrows.

"Mr. Disturbance, I have a letter from home that I want to send. I feel comfortable disturbing Mr., and I hope you will forgive me. ”

Ji Wutong stood outside the door and bowed slightly. Xue Pingshan said that this Mo Qingping was born in a Confucian immortal sect, and he wanted to pay the most attention to these etiquettes.

"Strange things, strange things! You know the etiquette and practice archery, how can you wear clothes without asking questions? ”

The handscroll in Mo Qingping's right hand gently slapped the palm of his spread left hand, and looked Ji Wutong up and down over and over again.

"Confucianism is very high, I am a poor fairy, how dare I climb high."

Ji Wutong smiled, the touch of emerald green in the courtyard made people feel refreshed, as if this small courtyard couldn't fit it.

"Where the words! Confucianism has always paid attention to education. Even if the talent is poor and weak, there is a saying that they teach according to their aptitude. Mo Qingping frowned, turned around and walked towards the courtyard, and did not say a word like 'please come in'.

Ji Wutong followed Mo Qingping through a bamboo forest in the small courtyard, and he could see small ditches at his feet, and a small waterwheel squeaked and rotated next to the house.

When I came to the house, behind the plain gauze curtain on one side, there was a futon and a long table. On the wall behind them hung two swords of different lengths, and two white jade pendants hung from the hilts.

Although the Confucian immortal sects all use swords, they are different. Jiaoren Academy uses a soft sword wrapped around the waist, Wanrong Academy uses a rigid long sword, and Shenxing Academy uses a long and short double sword.

At the other end of the room, stretching out, there happened to be a pool of clear water, and the warm spring breeze made the light veil sway slowly.

The outer table of the room is still quiet and simple, and at the front is a long table with a chessboard of tea. There are four small tables in the back, and the table is full of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Everything is available, you can do it yourself. I've got one game left unfinished. Mo Qingping walked to the long table in front of him, and the scroll in his hand turned out to be a chess game.

Laying paper, grinding, lifting the pen. Ji Wutong was slow to put pen to paper, and he didn't know what to do, so he reported what he had seen and heard along the way to his father.

"Literacy? If not, I'll teach you not to count any other money. Mo Qingping pondered for a long time and put down his son, turned his head to look at Ji Wutong, who was difficult to pick up the pen.

Ji Wutong nodded, and Mo Qingping didn't say much, just stared at the chessboard and thought hard.

One son chuckles, one sighs, one hesitates, and one decisively decisively decisively.

Mo Qingping was alone in front of the chessboard, and he was very busy, but Ji Wutong, who wrote the family letter, was silent.

"I hope Mr. will give me some advice."

After a while, knowing that Mo Qingping's second game was about to be full, Ji Wutong put the letter paper on the edge of the chessboard.

Mo Qingping glanced up at Ji Wutong, put down the chess pieces that were about to fall in his hand, picked up the letter and looked at it seriously.

"Long-winded.... Superfluous.... Not good... Not good! ”

Mo Qingping stared at it word by word, and after looking at it, he crumpled the letter paper in his hand and threw it under the table.

Ji Wutong looked at the letter paper that was thrown on the table, but he was not annoyed, but remembered the days in the school in the past, this Mo Qingping was quite like Mr. Huang.

It's just that the difference is that Mo Qingping did read every word carefully, unlike Mr. Huang, who scolded Ji Wutong at a glance and ten lines.

"It's annoying to advise Mr."

Ji Wutong picked up the ball of waste paper that he had written with his heart and put it into the wooden basket, and returned to Mo Qingping's side to bow humbly.

"You're really different from those bastards. In the past, there were either people who didn't want me to read the letters, as if they were writing something shady. Either wait for me to fix it and make a big fuss, and try it with me! ”

Mo Qingping, who was staring at Ji Wutong's every move, glanced at the paper ball in the wooden basket, and then at the double swords hanging on the wall. I'm afraid I don't need to compete with others today.

"Learning is earning, and not even cashing. Take advantage of a small thing, and I am very willing to do it. ”

Ji Wutong smiled and sat on the small table closest to Mo Qingping, holding a pen and waiting for Mo Qingping's guidance.

"The heart is not bad, but every sentence is inseparable from the silver, and it is very cheesy!"

Mo Qingping glanced at the red robe on Ji Wutong's body, and the robe smelled of copper like Wuwenlou from the inside out.

"Please sir."

Writing articles has always been Ji Wutong's biggest headache, and it is a good thing that someone is willing to teach patiently today.

I still remember that in the school before, Ji Wutong always wrote about some mountains and rivers, flowers and plants. When he was scolded by Mr. Huang, he also muttered: I don't like clichés.

Because of this sentence, he was punished by Mr. Huang for kneeling outside the door for a day, and he didn't even eat lunch.

"When a wanderer goes out, he should report good news and not bad news. You write about the wolf fight, some of the willow spirits. It is undoubtedly to make your parents worry more, what's the use? ”

Mo Qingping said, picked up the chess game and stared at the chessboard without saying a word, but he would also glance at Ji Wutong, who was serious about writing from time to time.

"It's not good, it's very verbose, it should be something important!"

A letter paper whose ink had just dried was once again thrown to the ground by Mo Qingping.

"It's not good, just remind your father and mother to be careful if you go out, don't mention the dangers you encounter on the road."

The third paper ball was thrown into the wooden basket by Mo Qingping.

"It's not proper, the Qingqiu clan's knowledge should also be removed, your father and mother are ordinary people, and they will be shocked when they hear it."

The fourth ball of paper was almost filling the basket.

"It's really bothering my husband."

Seeing that it was already afternoon, this was the fifth family letter written by Ji Wutong and placed it in front of Mo Qingping.

"It's still a little bit like this!"

Mo Qingping nodded seriously, walked quickly to the small table, and wrote two words at the end of the letter: Looking back.

This handwriting is free and easy, and the pen is soft but not muddy, which shows that it is full of skills.

Fold the family letter flat, Mo Qingping took out the letter cover from his sleeve and sealed it. Standing on the terrace with a simple finger, a few bamboo leaves floated in the air, and the purple flipping chicken flew from the bamboo forest.

"You wait a minute, Renhe Town is not far away, and you can come back in two or three hours."

Mo Qingping looked at the flipping chicken that flew to the sky and disappeared, turned around and returned to the chessboard, as if he was alone in this room, and no longer paid attention to Ji Wutong who was standing on the terrace.