In the grass house, the mountain breeze is gentle and pleasant, just like the master's mood at this time.

The senior brother and the second senior brother sat quietly by the desk, one grinding ink and the other making tea.

The master waved his hand and said with a smile: "I'm happy today, I won't repair the book." ”

The second senior brother opened his mouth slightly, ready to open his mouth to cater to a few words.

But after all, he is the first-class square gentleman in the world, and he really can't do this kind of thing in front of the incomparably beloved teacher, and in the end he closed his mouth and continued to grind ink with a stern expression.

Senior Brother looked at Jun Mo's expression, couldn't help but smile and shook his head, then he looked at the teacher behind the case, and asked softly, "Why is the teacher happy?"

The master laughed and said: "Using the Haoran Sword without Haoran Qi in exchange for the Liubai Dahe Sword, this pure feeling is very cost-effective, of course I am very happy." ”

The senior brother smiled and said, "I see. ”

The master brushed his beard and said: "That sword not only has its shape, but also has the charm of Liu Bai three points, your little junior brother is a super-first-class calligrapher in the world, the best at copying, and with the Yongzi Eight Methods self-understanding of the way of splitting words and memorizing, to do this kind of thing, it is indeed the best candidate for my academy." ”

The master and the senior brother were very happy, but the second senior brother was not happy.

Liu Bai is recognized as the strongest man in the world, and is respected by the world as the Sword Saint, but in his heart, the strong man of the Southern Jin Dynasty is just an enemy that he will inevitably defeat in his cultivation and combat career, a stone step under his feet in the future, the great river sword intent contained in the paper sword, where is it qualified to be compared with the Haoran Sword left by his most admired little uncle, even if it is a Haoran Sword without Haoran Qi.

The second senior brother has always been a straight man who disdains to hide his feelings, and what kind of affection is revealed on his face when he thinks in his heart, but he can't refute the master's words because of his respect for the teacher, so he keeps silent, keeps grinding ink, and moves faster and faster.

The ink in the inkstone accumulates more and more, gradually forming a lake, and the ink blocks rotate at high speed in between, rolling up a black vortex, but strangely - not a drop of ink splashes out.

The master looked at the ink in the inkstone, sighed and said, "It is said that water droplets wear stones and sharpen pestles into needles, but I have never heard that grinding ink can grind stone inkstones through." ”

The second senior brother suddenly woke up, quickly stopped what he was doing, and sincerely apologized to the teacher.

The Master looked at him and said, "Say whatever you want." ”

The second senior brother frowned slightly and said, "Although Liu Bai's swordsmanship has some merits, where is it worthy of being on an equal footing with the junior uncle's Haoran sword, and the methods used by the junior junior brother are not very bright. ”

The Master said, "If there is something to be desired, then take it generously." ”

The second senior brother's brows furrowed more and more deeply, and he thought to himself, how could the teacher's words reveal an unreasonable hooligan atmosphere? Suddenly, he thought that he was so disrespectful to the teacher in his heart, and he couldn't help but regret it.

"Naturally, the academy will not miss Liu Bai's big river sword. ”

The master smiled and said, "But have you thought about it, after Liu Bai's death, what if the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion breaks the inheritance? He realized this great river sword, and it was annihilated in the world, and he could never see the light of day again, what a pity would it be? ”

Listening to these words, thinking of the countless books in the cave in the cliff cave in the back mountain, the second senior brother was shocked, and felt more and more hatred for his previous thoughts, knelt on the futon, bowed deeply to the teacher, and said in a deep voice: "The disciple knows his mistake, and in the future, the disciple will go to the various cultivation sects in the world and invite back all their exercises."

The expressions of the master and the senior brother changed slightly, and they subconsciously wanted to find tea to drink, they thought to themselves that if they really asked those sects to hand over their cultivation secrets in the name of so-called preserving the fire of human civilization, the other party would definitely think that you were a madman or a robber, and with Jun Mo's lonely and proud temperament that you want to do things when you recognize them, and you will not back down if you take advantage of the reason, those cultivation sects refuse to hand over the cultivation secrets, and you definitely don't care about robbing them, then the so-called please come back will naturally become a snatch back, and the cultivation world in the world is only afraid that it will set off a bloody storm......

The master looked at him and reprimanded him in a deep voice: "If you can leave your old face and don't rob it, when that little guy in Liu Bai realized the Dahe Sword, I will arrest him back to the academy and force him to write it, why bother your little junior brother to do this, I don't know what you are thinking in your head." ”

Senior Brother shook his head and said, "Of course, this kind of thing must be done on the premise of voluntariness. ”

The second senior brother was a little confused by the teacher's reprimand, and said: "But the behavior of the junior brother is almost stealing, and it doesn't seem to be much different from robbery." ”

The master was a little embarrassed.

With an extremely rare speed, the senior brother poured the tea on the top and said respectfully: "Teacher, drink tea." ”

This move instantly diluted the embarrassing atmosphere in the audience, and the master took the tea and drank it beautifully, looked at his favorite apprentice, and said with appreciation: "The son can be taught." ”

The second senior brother frowned on the side and pondered, where could he not teach?

The geese who spent the summer in Xunyang Lake in Gushan County returned to Chang'an City, circled around the old pagoda for several days, the shadows of the geese covered the sky, and left a burst of chirping between the lake and the mountains, and then flapped their wings and flew south, towards the warmer Daze, and they will not return until next spring.

The door of the old pen shop in Lane 47 has not been opened for a long time, and the wild cat is lying on the wall basking in the cool sun, looking indifferently at the dusty patio, wondering how many days the guy who once smashed himself with dry firewood has died, whether it is exposed to the wilderness.

There is one more barbecue stall at the entrance of the alley, Boss Wu has an old dog, and he will walk the dog every morning and dusk, so as to relieve the loneliness and the pressure given by the boss's wife, as the weather gets cooler, the cold invades in the morning and evening, and the dog walking has changed from two times to one, and the time has become noon.

The gambling house in Xicheng is still doing thriving, Qi Siye is wearing a satin robe, spinning an iron ball in his hand, and accepting the compliments of the neighbors like a rich man, thinking about when the second brother will come back.

The Taoist who performed talismans at the Taoist temple on Suzaku Street was sick, but the Taoist temple was renovated, so there were many more believers who came to worship the scriptures and worship the heavens than in previous years.

No matter the passage of time and the change of seasons, the Tang people in Chang'an City live as calmly and joyfully as in the past, and the hearty laughter in the streets and alleys has never been extinguished.

There is an additional paper sword from the Southern Jin Dynasty sent to Xiling and finally came to the Tang Dynasty in the collection of the mountain behind the academy, the smell of new paint in the house by the Yanming Lake gradually dissipated, and the young people in the house went farther and farther on the road of cultivation.

With a strong man like Dao Idiot as a target beside him, with such lofty and even ridiculous ambitions in his heart, Ning Que's progress is even more amazing, and he is getting stronger and stronger.

His current cultivation realm has long been stable in the upper realm of Dongxuan, and he is firmly walking towards the top, getting closer and closer to the ravine that seems to be separated by heaven and man, and one day he faintly saw the threshold among the smoke and willows in the lake, but what made him feel a little confused was that the threshold was a little terrible for him now.

Spring goes, summer returns, autumn returns.

When he returned to Chang'an City in the autumn, Xiahou, the general of the town army who had been stationed in the Tang Frontier for decades and had made great achievements, was about to return to Chang'an City.

(To be continued)