"Stinky boy, I'm going to leave for Shushan today, take care."

On the second day of the ninth month, at the end of the month.

As soon as Ning Chu pushed open the wooden door and walked into the house, he was really surprised when he heard Li Muxuan's words, but after thinking about it, there is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed.

That's right.

The young man with the sword is not a reasonable reader, no matter how much he talks, it is better to use the sword to kill the demon.

Ning Chu nodded.

Li Muxuan first listened attentively to the snoring of the little sister in the house, a little restrained, and then lowered his voice and said bluntly: "Since you have first glimpsed the doorway, then you can go out and have a good time, but Shushan is too poor, so there is nothing to give you as a teacher." ”

The young man smiled casually: "The disciple has long been used to it. ”

Li Muxuan was secretly distressed, isn't this a pot that can't be opened?

After a long time, his expression was solemn, as if he was explaining the aftermath: "There is no absolute right or wrong in the world, if you encounter injustices in the mountains when you are roaming the rivers and lakes, don't mix with those who can not be mixed, what kind of saint in Confucianism should not let it go, it's all bullshit!" Of course, there is a saying that the surnamed Bai is not wrong: 'A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall'. Stinky boy remember, if you can't solve it with a sword, then quickly slip away, don't you think it's not good, you think so, people have infinite possibilities in life, right? Isn't that the truth? ”

Ning Chu was stunned for a moment, he never thought that the cheap master, who had always been hippie and smiling, would say this "insulting" truth, listen...... It seems that this is still the reason?

Li Muxuan continued to sigh with emotion: "I have never told you about the Three Realms, because I am afraid that you will be so ambitious, and you will not be able to keep your heart and be willing to fall, but now it seems that you are a little stupid, but I have to say that it is this kind of stupidity that can make you go further in the way of the sword." ”

Ning Chu was speechless, and it shouldn't be.

He has a different understanding of these words, and when he embarked on the road of cultivation, he actually wanted the brother and sister not to worry about food and clothing, and not to be looked down upon by others.

Li Muxuan smiled, his face radiant, "What else do you want to ask?" ”

Ning Chu stopped talking as soon as he wanted to.

Li Muxuan waved his hand, signaling him to say something quickly.

At this time, a girl in a green shirt who was biting into a soup bag walked out of the room, looking dazed.

Ning Chuyi's gaze also stopped at her face, but he only looked at it for a moment, then turned his head again, looked at it, and said word by word, "Brother Li, when will I be able to go to the demon land." ”

Poof......

Li Muxuan just drank a sip of wine, and was immediately shocked by the young man's bastard words, his cheeks were red, and he couldn't say half a word.

The girl in the green shirt looked at Ning Chuyi suspiciously, as if she didn't quite understand the young man's sudden words, and finally she said to Li Muxuan very simply: "I have a question for you." ”

Ning Chuyi was not surprised.

Li Muxuan, who was sitting in the corner, cast a complicated gaze at Ning Chuyi.

Ning Chuyi was "understanding", and when he said that I would go out for a walk, he raised his feet and quickly stepped over the threshold and closed the door and left.

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After Ning Chuyi went out, he looked around, found a secluded place, and began to practice swords.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

At the end of a day's sword practice, the sun is about to set, and it is already unitary time.

A sweaty young man carrying a pot of osmanthus wine ran outside the school on Taoli Street, dazed, and pricked up his ears like a disciple of a school who had made a big mistake, waiting for the extremely strict teacher to give a lecture.

As soon as Ning Chu left, Li Muxuan sent a message to him to visit the teacher in the school, and he said that the best wine is to read.

The boy stood here, a little apprehensive.

In the school, after the white-shirted scholar made a gesture to the students below, a group of innocent children carried small bamboo boxes on their backs, smiled, and waved goodbye to the young teacher.

After a long time, the scholar walked out, without ambiguity, and brought the wine that Ning Chu mentioned, and without waiting for the young man to speak, he took a big gulp and drank it all, and smiled at the serious thin young man: "Not bad." ”

Ning Chuyi was embarrassed, but also smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that the nervous master would lie to him.

Bai Li touched the young man's head, a little funny.

Ning Chu became embarrassed for the first time, and whispered that he would come to see him often in the future, and finally made a lame salute and left.

The young man walked briskly, and when he was about to turn the street, he turned his head to look back.

I saw the young scholar holding a wine in one hand and a scroll in the other, looking at him with a shallow smile.

A book and a wine are still there.

The young man smiled shyly, and suddenly seemed to be a ghost, across the street, and blurted out loudly, "Mr. Bai, you still have a sword!" ”

The scholar put down the wine and waved his hand, smiling unabated.

After the young man finished speaking, the melancholy in his heart receded and ran away.

Bai Li did not immediately mention the wine, but flicked his sleeves and looked up into the distance, his eyes clear.

There was a person in the sky stepping on a flying sword, like a green rainbow flying.

Bai Li bowed his head slightly and looked intently.

Sure enough, it was the head of the Shushan Kendo who traveled far away.

After a long time, Bai Li carried the wine and walked slowly towards his small courtyard, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the green-shirted Confucian half a year ago, shook his head, and laughed at himself: "The avenue is like a blue sky, I can't go out alone." ”