Anyway, General Xie finally moved Mr. Song, successfully packed him, and sent the baggage to the Youjia in Qingshui Village. It's just that this time he can't go with Mr. Song, after all, the cautious emperor above is monitoring him day by day, and even Mr. Song, who has always been withdrawn, has people who are watching. Otherwise, Mr. Song would not have rejected those who wanted to worship him as a teacher before, and he refused so ruthlessly.

It's just that when he was separated from Mr. Song, General Xie said with a smile.

"Mr. Song, I hope I won't see your old face again in the future. You have been alone for so many years, and it is time to accept a closed disciple to give you a pension. ”

“…… Mind your own business. ”

Xie Yongzhao really can't spit out ivory from his mouth. It's obviously a word of concern, but it always feels so awkward when it comes out of his mouth. Pulling the corners of his mouth to reveal a stiff smile, Mr. Song closed the car curtain with a bang, General Xie touched his nose, smiled, and didn't mind.

Speaking of which, he had also listened to Mr. Song's classes before, and he could barely be regarded as half a disciple, based on this little bit of master-apprentice affection, he also hoped that Mr. Song would quickly get out of the haze of the past. When is this now? Seeing that the world is stormy, Mr. Song can't blindly nest in that thatched house to remember the past, right?

It's time to come out and see, sir.

With a slight salute to the quietly departing carriage, General Xie Huo Ran turned around, his face full of determination. His war is going on now, and he can't afford to give up halfway. No matter what the one on the dragon chair was thinking, he had to make sure that the northern realm under his rule and his hundreds of thousands of northern desert troops would live well.

Mr. Song's speed is very fast, mainly because the people who take him are all soldiers of the Northern Desert Army, and the speed of the military horse is not a joke. In fact, on the way here, Mr. Song has been silently thinking about what kind of child is the child who wants to be taught by himself, it is said that the child is very smart, if he is really talented, even if he can't teach, he has to introduce a famous teacher to him, and he can't watch the injury Zhongyong, right?

When the carriage drove into the range of Qingshui Village, Mr. Song suddenly twitched his nose, although he was old and frail, but his body was serious, and he smelled a mellow smell of beans at this time. Listening to what Xie Yongzhao said, this kid came up with a series of things related to cheap beans, and they probably have already arrived.

And two of the accompanying soldiers had already come to You's house first, and told Ning Ning that a respected old gentleman would come today. After Ning Ning heard this, despite the dissuasion of the adults around her, she insisted on coming to the entrance of the village to greet the old gentleman.

In fact, they felt that the weather was too cold when they traveled around Wushan, and they went to meet them together, but they couldn't resist Ning Ning, and in the end they could only take Ning Ning to the entrance of the village. The weather was good today, but the wind was still dry and cold, and Ning Ning was wrapped in thick fur clothes from top to bottom, and she also had an ear cover made of rabbit fur on her ears, which was so big that it almost covered her head. From a distance, the child looked like a big rabbit and had become a spirit. Not to mention, it's pretty cute.

Now the big rabbit refused his father's warm embrace, but insisted on standing on the cold snow, and craned his neck to look at the green carriage that might come at any moment. You Sifang was distressed, and he kept babbling to pick Ning Ning up, but Ning Ning was deaf. She heard the system say that no matter who she is, she has to respect the teacher who imparts her knowledge, and in this era, she pays attention to the teacher of heaven and earth. If this old gentleman really becomes his teacher in the future, then from now on he must be respected and loved like a relative.

So how could Ning Ning let her father hold her when she first met her future master? That's too unsightly, she's a mature person, not a child of two or three years old.

The sound of the wheels of the carriage running over the snow creaked, and the high-profile old Mr. Song finally arrived slowly. From a long distance, Ning Ning saw the carriage that looked even more dazzling in a white snowfield, and her eyes suddenly lit up. The calves bulged and went up.

Mr. Song felt that the carriage had not stopped yet, and he heard a childish voice shouting repeatedly.

"Master! Hello Master! Master has worked hard all the way. ”

Hearing this enthusiastic voice, Mr. Song's serious and old-fashioned face couldn't help but show a heartfelt smile. When I'm older, I always like children. And listening to the voice, this child is only four or five years old, and it is the time to be pleasing. So Mr. Song asked people to stop, opened the curtain of the car, and then saw a little girl jumping under the curtain. Oops, this little girl is really pretty. Yuxue was already cute, but she was wearing a white fur dress at this time, and the whole person looked warm and fluffy.

This can be regarded as poking Mr. Song's lung tube, his old man likes such a lively, cute and sensible child the most.

So he did not sit in the carriage, but hurriedly got out of the carriage, and bent down to speak gently to the little girl.

"Little girl, are you calling me? What about your family? ”

However, Mr. Song soon realized that he had said a nonsense, because the adults of the little girl's family were staring at him not far away, and they were walking quickly towards him. Could it be that this is the family of the child named Ning Ning?

So Mr. Song spoke in an extremely gentle tone.

"Are you Changning's sister? What's your name, little girl? ”

"Huh?"

Ning Ning was a little overwhelmed, but soon plucked up the courage to speak under the encouraging gaze of Old Mr. Song.

"Sir, I am Changning. You're Mr. Song, aren't you? Uncle Xie said that Mr. Song is one of the best Confucian sages in my dynasty, every word and deed, every move is outstanding, and when I see it today, it really deserves his name. ”

To be honest, when Ning Ning saw this old Mr. Song for the first time, she was still a little weak in her heart. Because the old gentleman really looked a little serious. Especially when he hadn't spoken yet, Ning Ning subconsciously felt scared with a serious expression, could this be the natural fear of the teacher that the system said?

But as soon as she heard the gentle tone of this old gentleman Song, Ning Ning suddenly relaxed. It seems that this old gentleman is not as terrifying and terrible as Uncle Xie said in his letter. Uncle Xie is really, why do you still lie to children? The next time we meet, I'll have to talk to him about it.