The temperature in Nanyi City in October is not too low.

But the Sword Sect's gatehouse had already taken out the idle brazier again, and a few pieces of charcoal had been thrown into it, which was emitting a warm red light.

Mei Quming held the penny and wiped the sweat on his face and pushed the door in, and when he saw the scene inside, he was stunned.

"Are you so cold?"

Hu Lu and a few senior brothers were playing cards there, glanced back at Mei Quming, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sitting still, it will definitely be cold, senior brother came back so early today?" Is there no one by the Nanyi River? ”

Mei Quming sat down on the side, stretched out his head to look at their cards, and said, "That's not true, it's just that as soon as the rat saw me recently, he came directly to grab the business with the boat." ”

A senior brother said with a smile: "Senior brother's ferry is two pennies, and her ferry is one penny, so no one will get on my senior brother's boat." ”

"A penny?" Mei Quming shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't know what this little demon is crazy about, I don't want money directly." ”

"That's no wonder."

"I guess I still have complaints about Senior Brother Huaifeng." Mei Quming said casually, but he didn't care too much, looked at everyone and said, "After beating this one, whoever gives up a position, I will also come to be comfortable." ”

The little boy Hu Lu stood up directly and said, "Then you come here, it just so happens that I don't want to fight." ”

A senior brother said: "You won't come after only losing two games?" ”

Hu Lu just walked to the side of the pillar, took his sword down, put it behind his back, and said, "It's a little stuffy, go outside." ”

Then he pushed the door open and walked out.

The October wind was not too cold, but because the fire was always burning in the gatehouse, the Hu Lu was a little thinly dressed, so he subconsciously shrank his shoulders.

Although the door behind him was closed, I could still hear the senior brothers talking.

"Don't say it, after sitting down, it's really easy to have cold legs."

"That's for sure, but Lao Mei, you should pay attention to rowing outside, don't be old and cold in the future, and you have to be carried by your juniors and disciples when you go out to fight."

"you."

"What about Hulu?"

After a long silence, someone whispered, "I probably miss Senior Brother Zhang." ”

It has been almost seven months since Zhang Xiaoyu left Nanyi City.

Not to mention Hulu, but the people of Nanyi City sometimes miss the young man who is a mess every day.

No matter how much the world does not recognize the identity of Zhang Xiaoyu Sword Sect's disciple.

Nanyi City has always been recognized.

No one will forget that in April, the disciple of the Sword Sect who was dressed in white and turned into bloody clothes walked on the streets of Nanyi City.

Hu Lu didn't think about it deliberately, but I didn't know why, and I was a little melancholy.

So he walked along the river and raised his hand to touch his skull.

There is no feeling of pricking hands.

His hair had grown almost long as the end of April, and then in July, he asked his brothers to cut it again, and it was cut like a melon skin, so it was fluffy to the touch.

So in the wind by the river in October in Nanyi City, the melon skin head was blown and swayed uncontrollably.

"Huguette peel came out to relax again?"

Hu Lu turned his head to see that it was a shopkeeper who opened a small shop near the Sword Sect, and he was sitting at the door of the store at this time, looking at Hu Lu with a smile and making fun.

Hu Lu opened his mouth, but finally just snorted and walked away.

He also wanted to be like before, with a small round inch on his head, with a sword on his back and waving away without saying a word, but the melon skin head was not chic, and as soon as he turned his head, he was blown like a grass nest by the wind.

Ever since the brothers cut his melon skin, people don't seem to remember his name as Hulu.

So a new kind of melon was born, called courgette.

Forget it, the courgette skin is the courgette skin.

Didn't Cong Blade have been called Cong Xian before.

Nothing to say.

Hu Lu walked along the river with a sword on his back, blowing the wind.

Then I saw Chen Huaifeng standing on the bridge in front of him with a sword on his back and a cup of wolfberry tea, blowing hot air and drinking it in small sips, and I don't know where he made such a steaming cup of tea.

"Why is my brother healthy again?" Hu Lu walked over and stood by the guardrail and looked around, wanting to see what Chen Huaifeng was looking at.

Chen Huaifeng laughed softly, let go of a hand, accurately inserted it into the head of the gourd skin, and then rubbed it.

Because he was putting it, his hand was still holding the hot teacup, and it was very warm in his palm, although Hu Lu felt that he was the future sect master of the Sword Sect, and it was a shame to be rubbed his head in broad daylight like this, but because he was a little thin when he came out, he was also a little reluctant to let Chen Huaifeng take away that warm hand, so he stood there very entangled.

"Winter is coming, wear more clothes and drink more hot water."

Chen Huaifeng didn't answer Hu Lu's question, just told the gourd, but it seemed to have answered.

Hu Lu pushed Chen Huaifeng's hand away, and lay on his stomach against the guardrail, Hu Lu was just a little boy, naturally much shorter than Chen Huaifeng, the already tall senior brother, the guardrail that originally only reached Chen Huaifeng's waist, but it reached Hu Lu's chest.

So the reed with a melon skin on his head lying there looked a little dazed.

Perhaps it should probably be that the hulu was indeed thinking about something.

So he put both hands on the guardrail together, and then leaned his face on it.

"When can I cut my hair?"

"Wait until the winter is over, it's too cold to cut the winter now."

"Oh, when will Senior Brother Xiaoyu come back?"

Chen Huaifeng fell silent, and slowly drank the wolfberry tea in the cup, which was indeed not as charming as the sound of the wine swaying in his stomach.

Maybe he was in a hurry and a little hot, so Chen Huaifeng slurped, and then said slowly: "I don't know, let's talk about it after winter." ”

"What if he doesn't come back after winter?"

"Then it probably won't come back."

"Oh."

Hu Lu changed his face to the pillow, and the clothes worn by the river were thicker, perhaps because there were too many soldiers in the green hills outside the city, and they looked a little hurried.

There are also a lot fewer smiles.

The prosperity of Nanyi City has also decreased a lot.

There is only a card hall.

Hu Lu quietly looked at the noisy archway on the side of the street.

Then he frowned and asked, "How can Senior Brother Xiaoyu lose, Senior Brother, you can't beat him, how can Senior Brother Xiaoyu lose?" ”

Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "Of course he will lose, because that person is his senior brother. ”

"But you are also Senior Brother Xiaoyu!"

Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time, and sighed softly: "Senior brother in the world, of course, there is also a gap. ”

Hu Lu suddenly stood upright, and Chen Huaifeng turned his head to look at him strangely.

But seeing this little boy with a melon skin, he said very seriously: "I want to avenge Senior Brother Xiaoyu, and I also want to win back those lost things for the Sword Sect." ”

Chen Huaifeng touched his head and said, "The Sword Sect didn't lose anything. ”

Hu Lu looked at Chen Huaifeng in a daze, and said as if he couldn't believe it: "Senior brother, don't you recognize Senior Brother Xiaoyu's identity as a disciple of the Sword Sect?" ”

Chen Huaifeng laughed softly and said, "What do you want?" He's your senior brother, isn't he my junior brother? ”

"That?"

"The so-called wins and losses between the Sword Sect and the Dao Sect are outsiders." Chen Huaifeng looked at the cold long street in the world, and said slowly, "It's just some public opinion, a matter outside of life and death...... It's all trifles. ”

"So what is the big thing that is placed in life and death?" Hu Lu asked puzzled.

Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time, and said softly: "The rats have become more and more radical recently. ”

Hu Lu looked at the Nanyi River, and in the distance, there was a little demon rat and rat, sitting at the bow of the boat, quietly watching this side.

Yes, rats are getting more and more extreme.

Since Chen Huaifeng killed Liu March.

After Zhang Xiaoyu stabbed Nandao with a sword.

"Senior brother is worried that she will do something drastic?"

Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "Yes. ”

"What then?"

Chen Huaifeng quietly drank the wolfberry tea that was about to be cold.

"I don't know, I'm wondering, whether to atone for my own mistakes, or to continue to let the north and south of the world continue this stability."

Once Liu Yueyue's death is made public, even if no one in the Human Sword Sect and Qingtian Dao is willing to tell these things.

These two two cultivation places that separate the north and south of the human world will eventually produce some unnecessary collisions in the general trend of public opinion in the world.

Hu Lu stood there silently, but he finally understood why Chen Huaifeng said that Zhang Xiaoyu's victory or loss was not important.

Yes.

No matter how miserable Zhang Xiaoyu loses.

The Human Sword Sect will not have the inevitable conflict with the Mountain and River Concept.

But Liu March will.

And it's not just Qingtian Dao.

It will also involve Huaidu.

It involves Cong Blade and Kamigawa, two former brothers.

"I, Chen Huaifeng, have done the stupidest thing in my life, which is to kill Liu Yueyue." Chen Huaifeng said calmly.

"Senior brother, do you regret it?"

"No, even if I do it again, I'll still kill him."

Because everything at that time was confused and unknown.

After the story is revealed, it can only be lamented in the future.

Hu Lu was silent for a long time and took the sword from behind him.

"If the senior brother is very entangled, he doesn't want to continue to make mistakes." The gourd skin of the gourd flew in the wind, very wantonly and chaotically. "Then I'll kill her."

Chen Huaifeng just laughed softly, looking at this young man who clearly looked like a melon peel, but behaved extremely decisively.

"Can you do it?"

Hu Lu was instantly deflated, held the sword in his arms, and lay on the guardrail again.

"I can't do it."

"Forget it, let's go, go back to play cards, during this time, the Sword Sect can let the rat mouse, let her."

Rat rats are certainly not stupid.

What Chen Huaifeng was worried about, she naturally thought about it, otherwise she wouldn't have been playing scoundrels with the disciples of the Sword Sect on the Nanyi River like this.

......

Qingxiang's car has already been done.

But I haven't dared to ride it out lately.

Because he received Chen Huaifeng's money, he asked the Hanging Courtyard to help him spread some news, which caused the people in Nanyi City to look at him a little weird now.

Even going out to buy alcohol costs a penny more than others.

The gains outweigh the losses.

Prime Minister often dangled in front of Chen Huaifeng.

In fact, what is worth the loss, Qing Xiang is very happy, but in front of Chen Huaifeng, the public opinion of Nanyi City happens to be the biggest help for Qing Xiang.

So after a few laps of chanting.

Qing Xiang happily went to Chen Huaifeng's house in the east of the city and moved several jars of money and left.

Yun Hu didn't know that it was only at that time that he knew that the library of the Hanging Xue Courtyard really contained a big secret.

Next to the lounge of the listening platform, there was a hidden door, which opened to a corridor, and the door at the end of the corridor opened.

It's full of money.

Qing poured all the money extorted from Chen Huaifeng into a large vat with a smile, and muttered there: "I'm so stupid, I only knew that Chen Huaifeng was rich, but I didn't expect him to be so rich." No wonder Huangliang can't win Huai'an for thousands of years, how can anyone who is so rich, how can he win? ”

There are many rich people in Huai'an.

This is the prime minister's biggest sigh.

After counting the money, he and Yun Hu didn't know how to sit and drink on the listening platform, thinking about something while drinking.

I didn't know a little curiosity when I saw it.

"What are you thinking?"

Qing Xiang said with a smile: "I'm wondering if I want to change the development strategy of the Hanging Courtyard. ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to change, "How to change?" ”

"You see, there are so many rich people in Huai'an, there must be too much money to spend, we can start from them, for example, which rich son wants to go to Qingniuyuan, but is brushed off, what should I do, pay the money, and let me go to Qingniuyuan if I give the money."

Yun Hu was silent, and then looked at Qing Xiang and found that he was indeed not joking.

"But in this case, the thousand-year-old reputation of the Hanging Courtyard will probably be ruined."

The prime minister sighed and said, "Okay." ”

So he drank wine again and sighed: "Lack of money, lack of money." ”

Yun Hu couldn't stop smiling beside him.

Probably the people in white were very poor.

The pocket is cleaner than the garment.

Although Prime Minister Qing hid a lot of money, Yun Hu didn't know that the money was not used for his own use.

That was the follow-up construction fund of the Hanging Courtyard.

Qing Xiang sighed for a while, and shook the wine jug, which was as loud as in his pocket.

So he looked at Yun Hu and didn't know.

"Go buy me some wine."

"I'm not available." Yun Hu didn't know that it was not prevarication, but that he was really not available.

He had been living in the library for a long time, studying his path of immortality all day long.

Qing Xiang looked at Yun Hu and didn't know the large pile of classics around him, so he gave up, and happened to catch a glimpse of someone walking by in the bamboo forest downstairs, and hurriedly stopped him.

"Lao Xie will help me buy some wine."

Mr. Xie, who was innocently lying downstairs, sighed and said, "Okay." ”

The prime minister leaned against the railing again, thinking about the direction of the Hanging Courtyard in the future.

In fact, the Hanging Courtyard is not really just in and out.

For example, some of the designs of the Academy of Mathematics and Physics, or some books of the Folk Academy, all bring some income to the Academy.

It's those strange books that Yunhu doesn't know how to write, and there are people in the world who like to buy and read.

But after all, to feed an entire hospital, you still need some help from external funds.

Qing Xiang wanted to abandon the solid ally of the Human Sword Sect and find someone else.

After all, the Sword Sect plays cards every day, and there are actually few people who are really as rich as Chen Huaifeng.

Not to mention the old boy Cong Blade.

Buying a sugar gourd has to be turned over for a long time.

It's also a beautiful name, and I haven't eaten it for a thousand years, so it's rare to miss it.

I'll go to you, the last time I went there, the wine I invited myself to drink was squeezed from my disciples.

Qing Xiang sighed while thinking.

and his mother's bush laughing a hanging sample.

Who is rich in the world?

Qing Xiang lay down on the pile of books that Yun Hu didn't know, patting his belly and thinking boredly.

The lack of a door is probably very rich, and people think about going to that broken temple every day to ask for a sign and solve their luck, and they must have made a lot of money.

It's a pity that he never asks about the world, and hides in the green mountains every day to study those so-called fates.

Knowledge changes fate, boy!

Prime Minister Qing really wanted to catch the fortune operator and scold him.

But think about it.

Although they are children, they are juniors, and they are still chattering every day.

But after all, he is a person who is taller than himself.

You can't win, you can't win.

Qing Xiang patted his belly and fell asleep.

......

When Mr. Mei sat on the recliner at the entrance of the Hanging Courtyard and squinted, he saw Mr. Xie hurriedly walking out.

"What are you going to do?"

"Buy wine for the dean."

“......”

The world is big, and of course the dean is the biggest.

Therefore, even if Mr. Xie is a cultivator of the ninth realm of the small path, he has to go out to buy wine for Qing Xiang with hard work.

If you don't buy it, maybe even Mr. Qingniuyuan will not be able to sit steadily.

Of course, this is certainly a joke.

Mr. Xie changed from Mr. Big to Mr. Five, purely gossiping in class, teaching people without work, and was complained about.

Nandao knew this very well at the beginning, and after teaching and teaching, he began to talk nonsense everywhere, and then began to curse people.

As Mr. Xie's friend for many years, Mr. Mei naturally knows it.

Watching Mr. Xie's back go away, Mr. Mei squinted in the chair again.

After a long time, Mr. Xie came back, carrying a jar of wine in his hand, Mr. Mei turned around and went in and took a small pot out, looked at Mr. Xie and smiled, and said, "Pour me some." ”

Mr. Xie: "......."

Although he was very helpless, Mr. Xie still poured a small half pot for Mr. Mei, while muttering: "If the dean asks at that time, I will tell him directly." ”

Mr. Mei smiled and said, "Can't you say that the price will increase if you go to buy it now?" ”

“......”

"Alright, let's go, let's go."

Mr. Mei said with a wave of his hand holding the flask.

Mr. Xie carried the wine and headed towards the library.

Mr. May sat back in his chair and drank the jug of wine with a smile.

The story, of course, is always forward.

Mr. May rarely grieves now.

Just stayed quietly in the courtyard, swept the lights, and had a drink with Mr. Xie if he had anything to do.

It's also very comfortable.

As for Li Die.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't tell them when he left, so Li Die finally chose to stay in the courtyard.

Mr. Mei drank for a while, watched the sky gradually darken, and ran to light the courtyard lamp again.

After being busy for a while, he returned to the gate with the flask in his arms and looked at the alley.

But I suddenly remembered the idle walk one night in March.

Chen He is gone, and Nandao is gone.

Yun Hu didn't know that he was also busy with many things that Mr. Mei didn't know all day long.

So maybe what Mr. Mei said that night was not wrong?

Walking around, in the end, that's all it takes.

Mr. May returned to the recliner with the flask.

And then in the slowly coming night, it shook very comfortably.

The door was still ajar, but the wind outside probably didn't blow in.