In fact, Nandao was just sitting in the courtyard with an umbrella, just like sharpening his sword last night.

Today, however, I just sat quietly and watched the intense lights in the night sink little by little, and then turn into a silent black.

When Xu Chunhua got up on the second day and looked at the young man sitting in the courtyard with his knees crossed and his eyes closed, she was a little ashamed.

How do you feel like you've hired a nursing home?

Although Xu Chunhua didn't know what the young man was doing, she didn't bother him, and walked over slowly.

The wind of the early May morning fell quietly from the heights.

Because she came back relatively early yesterday, Xu Chunhua woke up relatively early today, and there were still many morning dew on the grass blades in the yard.

The girl from the small town lit a fire, simply made some porridge, and then carried a small bench and sat under the eaves while drinking, while looking at the young man with sword intent around her with great curiosity.

Maybe the young man really can't take the sword through the clouds and kill Chen Yunxi, such a thing is probably only written by a whimsical person like Chen He.

It's just that such a teenager probably can't be looked at with ordinary eyes.

Although Xu Chunhua doesn't know how to practice, when she lived in a mountain stream outside the town, she had also seen how Meixiyu practiced and absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth.

The subtle meaning brought by such a Taoist in the realm of the Great Dao may not be as good as such a young man sitting under an umbrella.

Probably there are some things in Chen He's book that are also true.

For example, the young man got straight to the point, and then went out of the customs very quickly.

Xu Chunhua was eating there and thinking quietly.

At this time, there was a faint commotion outside.

Xu Chunhua thought about it, walked through the courtyard with the bowl, opened the courtyard gate and stood there looking curiously.

There were some people around the alley, talking about something.

Xu Chunhua didn't care a little, but when she heard what they were talking about, she stood there in a daze.

The military department Shangshu was killed yesterday in an alley somewhere in Huaidu.

Xu Chunhua felt like a thunderclap sounded in her head.

His eyes widened, as if he remembered something, and he looked back at the boy in the courtyard with horror.

The boy didn't know when he had woken up, and was sitting quietly under the umbrella, looking at the town girl at the door.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

The young man stood up with an umbrella, walked to the door, quietly looked at the people who were talking over there, and then looked back at Xu Chunhua very calmly and said.

"I didn't kill him."

The boy lowered his head and squinted at the sword in his hand.

"I didn't even draw my sword."

......

Zhu Congwen limped to the noodle restaurant early in the morning, and came very early today, that is, Gu Xiaoer and they hadn't come yet.

When Gu Xiaoer and the others arrived, they saw that this scholar had ordered a bowl of noodles for himself, sitting on the steps of the backyard holding a bowl of noodles and eating quietly.

"Didn't you say you should rest at home for two days?"

The scholar did fall very hard yesterday, and it can be seen from the appearance of limping when he came today.

Zhu Congwen didn't answer, just ate noodles there with his head down.

Gu Xiaoer also realized that something was wrong, and asked the other two to go to the front to clean up, and then sat down next to Zhu Congwen.

"What's wrong?"

Zhu Congwen was just eating noodles and drinking noodle soup, looking like he was eating a very ordinary breakfast.

Gu Xiaoer didn't urge, he sat on the side and waited silently.

It wasn't until the scholar finished the bowl of noodles in his hand and was about to get up and go to the back kitchen to wash the dishes that he whispered.

"Didn't you hear any news on the way to Brother Gu?"

"What's the news?"

Gu Xiaoer had actually guessed what it was, but he still asked very seriously.

Zhu Congwen paused on the steps for a while, and then said slowly, "Master Li is dead." ”

Gu Xiaoer sat silently on the steps, looking at the scholar's back as if nothing had happened.

"What about you? What do you do? ”

"I don't know."

Zhu Congwen seems to be very relaxed.

It's like the young man in a hurry yesterday was not Zhu Congwen but Zhu Congwu.

Of course, there will be a person named Zhu Congwu in the world, and there is probably a person named Wang Xiaoer and Lu Xiaoer, but unfortunately Zhu Congwen doesn't know him, and Gu Xiaoer doesn't know either.

The sound of washing dishes came from the back kitchen.

Gu Xiaoer sat on the steps with a sad face, and not long after, the scholar walked out again, still holding another bowl of freshly cooked noodles in his hand.

Zhu Congwen handed the noodles to Gu Xiaoer, and then sat quietly on the side.

Gu Xiaoer didn't have the mind to eat noodles with peace of mind like Zhu Congwen, and the bowl of noodles in his hand was a little heavy.

"Actually, it's not a big deal."

Zhu Congwen sat on the side for a long time, and said such a sentence very suddenly.

Gu Xiaoer turned his head and looked at this scholar with some surprise, but the calmness on the scholar's face did not seem to be pretending.

"When Lord Squire asked me if I wanted to be a squire, I refused."

The scholar told the story that had not been finished.

That position has been vacant since Liu March, the squire of the Huaidu Military Department, died in the south last year.

Although Zhu Congwen doesn't know why that position has been vacant, just like these students are not allowed to enter the office, many things naturally represent some unknown considerations at the top.

He wished Congwen that although his arms were white, he was not a nerd who would only bury his head in hard reading.

In a place like the Hanging Temple, there are naturally a lot of things taught.

Ten thousand taels of gold is not said to be carried away.

Of course, the squire doesn't just say he can do it.

Zhu Congwen quietly looked up at the sky and said slowly: "How can there be a big demon in the world who will suddenly favor a little scholar in the world?" ”

As the controller of the Siwu Demon Mansion and the supreme governor of Menxia Province, Shui Zaihuan is naturally not an ordinary little demon.

Gu Xiaoer sighed softly and said, "I'm afraid that you won't be able to help yourself when the time comes." ”

Zhu Congwen was silent for a while, and said: "The heart is up to oneself, and in life, if you can't seek perfection, then ask for peace of mind." ”

Gu Xiaoer looked at this scholar for a long time.

"Looks like you didn't sleep very well last night."

Naturally, the scholar tossed and turned all night, and finally had to accept all the established reality.

Zhu Congwen sighed and said, "If I can still sleep well like this, then am I not a god?" ”

Gu Xiaoer lowered his head, probably the state of the scholar who was most worried was not very bad, and the eldest brother's mind was much calmer, so he began to eat noodles like Zhu Congwen.

The two of them were sitting there sighing, but Xiao Er in another noodle restaurant walked to the backyard very strangely, looked at Zhu Congwen and said, "A Taoist who eats noodles just now asked for a bowl of clear soup noodles, and asked if there is a person named Zhu Congwen in our store." ”

Gu Xiaoer looked up at the little second in a daze, swallowed the mouthful of noodles, and said with a grin, "What did you say?" ”

"I'm going to ask."

“......”

Zhu Congwen stood up very calmly and walked through the back kitchen towards the noodle restaurant.

The little two looked at it curiously.

Gu Xiaoer put the bowl aside and grabbed him.

"That's really what you said?"

"Am I that stupid? It's just that you're sighing all the time here, trying to liven up the atmosphere. As soon as the Daoist of the Qingtian Dao entered the door, he directly asked to see him by name. ”

Gu Xiaoer was silent for a while, then picked up the bowl of noodles again and sat there to eat.

The Taoist is good, of course the Taoist is good.

It is better to come to the Taoist than to come to the official.

.....

Mei Xiyu sat quietly by the window, the wind of the early May morning was slowly blowing from the streets, and people were hurrying on the streets that were still a little wet.

There are Xiao Er who are walking over with their faces, and there are also scholars who are very quiet following behind.

Mei Xiyu turned her head and looked at the scholar who was very quiet.

The scholar was also looking at this Taoist, but his expression was a little surprised.

Very simply, he had seen this Taoist, and on the day he was taken away by the Wuwei, when he was walking on the long street of the Wuwu Demon Mansion, this scholar once saw the Taoist who was standing at the gate of the courtyard and talking to the Wuwei with something.

At that time, Zhu Congwen hurriedly thought about whether this person was the Qingtian Daoist who replaced Liu March and became the new squire of the military department.

The face that the Taoist wanted was placed on the table, and when the little two turned around, he glanced at Zhu Congwen very worriedly, and the scholar just shook his head slightly, signaling that he was fine, and then walked over to the Taoist's table, and bowed very respectfully.

"What's the matter with real people?"

Mei Xiyu looked at the scholar for a long time, turned her head, stretched out her finger and pointed to the table, and then picked up the chopsticks and began to eat noodles.

It's like the main body of today's noodle restaurant story, not three people but three bowls of noodles.

This Qingtian Daoist eats noodles slowly, and that appearance is indeed different from Zhu Congwen and Gu Xiaoer.

The scholar's noodles were eaten quietly and relieved.

Gu Xiaoer's noodles were hesitant and hesitant.

And the noodles of the Taoist people are eaten very calmly, very calmly.

Mei Xiyu ate the bright noodles of the soup, blowing the wind that was still a little cold in the early morning, and then said slowly: "You look like you should have seen me." ”

Such a sentence is probably a bit awkward.

Shouldn't the normal opening be that I seem to have seen you somewhere?

Zhu Congwen sat at the opposite table and said softly: "Yes, over there in Siwufang." ”

"What are you going to do there?"

The next sentence of the Taoist directly made the atmosphere of this place solemn.

Zhu Congwen didn't have any intention of hiding it, just sat there upright and said calmly: "Lord Shizhong suddenly wants to see me, and the real person should also see it, I was brought over by the Wu Guard." ”

Mei Xiyu looked down at the noodles in the bowl, the clear soup noodles were snow-white, without any toppings, just like someone under a certain umbrella in a certain rain.

This Taoist didn't really want to get involved in such a thing.

Even if he is a person of Qingtian Dao, even if Qingtian Dao and Huai have some kind of mysterious relationship.

It's just that early this morning, he heard the news that caused a sensation in the entire Huaidu, so naturally he had to follow some very strange events to find him.

The Taoist looked at it for a long time, and his thoughts were still a little confused.

"What did the squire do with you?"

I don't know why, but when the question came out, the scholar laughed and turned his head to look out the window, as if he was about to tell a very strange joke.

"Real people probably won't believe it."

The scholar smiled stiffly and looked at the people coming and going in the long street outside the window.

"Lord Shizhong asked me if I had ever thought about being a squire in the military department."

Mei Xiyu suddenly cut off a pair of chopsticks and noodles, raised her head and looked at the scholar in front of her for a long time.

This is probably a very bizarre joke indeed.

Mei Xiyu never thought that the scholar who was brought into the Siwu Demon Mansion that day would be asked such a question for no reason.

Mei Xiyu lowered her head again, looking down at the noodles in the bowl that had been pinched off, as if they were twisting and falling towards the noodle soup in pain.

"You go on."

As Liu Qinghe said, a place like Qingtian Dao does have a great impact on the world.

So the scholar said very sincerely.

"I rejected the squire-sama'....."

The scholar was very quiet and told the story he had told Gu Xiaoer.

Mei Xiyu sat there quietly eating noodles.

After the scholar finished speaking, he fell silent and sat there quietly, waiting for the next question of this Taoist.

However, the Taoist did not continue to ask.

Just eating the noodles in the bowl.

It took a long time before this Taoist raised his head and looked at the scholar quietly.

Zhu Congwen probably couldn't understand what this Taoist meant with his very calm eyes.

It's just that before the scholar could ask, Mei Xiyu said softly: "The word rejection is very interesting, Zhu Congwen." ”

When Zhu Congwen heard such a sentence, he suddenly fell silent.

By the window of the small noodle restaurant in the early morning of May, the two looked at each other for a long time.

After a long time, Zhu Congwen looked away, looked out the window, and said a little dullly: "Yes." ”

The Taoist from Qingtian Dao lowered his head and stirred the noodles in the bowl with the chopsticks in his hand.

"If Shui Zaihua suddenly asked me to be a soldier in the army, although I wouldn't accept it, I wouldn't use the word rejection when I narrated it to others."

What does the world generally say?

Zhu Congwen sat there looking at the cascading street buildings outside the window, thinking quietly.

Maybe it's a prevarication, maybe it's a refusal.

But it won't be such a cold word for rejection.

Gu Xiaoer didn't hear anything from the scholar's words.

But Zhu Congwen didn't expect that this Taoist from Qingtian Dao would be so keen.

Or maybe it's a matter of course.

The people of Taoism are materialistic and dialectical, and they have been known for their eloquence since ancient times.

Naturally, it is impossible not to perceive such a word, which seems particularly stiff in such a calm narrative.

"So what's the condition?"

The Taoist who was sitting by the window and blowing the wind asked softly.

Zhu Congwen was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "A real person should actually be able to guess, isn't it?" ”

The story told by the scholar and Gu Xiaoer is naturally still unfinished.

Mei Xiyu looked at Zhu Congwen quietly.

Yes.

Sometimes people in the world can indeed pick up ten thousand taels of gold on the side of the road, although he can't carry it home in one go, but he can hide it first, take advantage of the night, and move it home little by little.

A scholar who is a junior in a noodle restaurant, of course, cannot become the second person in the military department overnight.

Shui Zaifu is in the bottle as a servant, when the court is in charge of the ministry, although he is not in charge of the ministry, just such a character, as long as he wants, he can always push the scholar to a certain position little by little.

The situation is turbulent, no matter how cautious such a minister is, there will be many things that cannot be taken into account after all.

Mei Xiyu didn't ask any more, just frowned.

"But I don't really understand."

The Taoist had no intention of eating noodles again, so the half bowl of noodles was left there.

It is naturally shameful to waste food.

It's just that sometimes it's a last resort.

The Taoist put down his chopsticks and quietly looked at the scholar sitting opposite.

"Why is Lord Shizhong doing such a thing as not being satisfied with just rejecting the resolution of the Ministry of War, and starting to infiltrate his own forces into the Ministry of War?"

The fact that the Taoist was suddenly knocked on the door by the Wuwei is naturally not a so-called routine inspection.

Zhu Congwen was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I don't know where the real person is, if I can't even understand the real person, how can I know?" ”

Mei Xiyu turned her head to look out the window.

The noodle shop has been silent for a long time, perhaps because some of the news today is too shocking, people are busy joining in the fun, and not many people come to the noodle restaurant to sit and eat a bowl of noodles.

The two of them by the window had been talking undisturbed.

"You should know that the soldier was killed in the alley last night."

Zhu Congwen was silent for a while, and then asked softly, "Who killed it?" ”

Mei Xiyu said calmly: "I heard that it is a sword cultivator. ”

Zhu Congwen's body collapsed imperceptibly.

Although this scholar said the words of relief and ate the noodles of relief, he still thought that maybe there was still a lot of room for maneuver in things.

After a long time, Zhu Congwen sat up upright, leaned forward slightly, looked at the Taoist from Siwufang very seriously, and said, "This matter has nothing to do with me. ”

Mei Xiyu looked at the scholar for a long time, and then said calmly: "Is your story really finished?" ”

The scholar turned his head to look out the window, and was silent for a long time, until a long time, before he whispered, "The end of the story is indeed over." ”

So there was no beginning.

At the beginning of the story, it is not the overly young squire who looks at the flowers in the cloister and then asks the scholar a question.

But.

"When I was brought over, Lord Shizhong was looking at the flowers in the corridor, and then looked back at me with a sigh."

"He said - the military department is about to die, the military department is in chaos, this time, no matter how much the original lord suppresses the entry of you students, he will have to make some compromises after all, and start to select alternate officials to enter the country."

"Do you want to be a soldier in the army?"

The scholar raised his head, looked at Mei Xiyu and said very sincerely: "But Lord Shangshu's death really has nothing to do with me. ”