Song Xuan and Lin Ruhai were chatting about business.

Song Qian and Lin Daiyu were eating osmanthus cakes on the side, while listening to the two talking.

Lin Daiyu looked at her father for a while, and then looked at her cousin's handsome figure, and from time to time she had to push away her cousin's hand that was pinching her little face.

At this moment, she felt more peaceful than ever before.

The scene in front of her is exactly what she has been looking forward to for more than ten years.

There are family members, there are friends, there is no meanness, no grievances, no intrigue, there is only peace of mind and tranquility.

Perhaps because of a death catastrophe, Lin Ruhai, who had gone through life and death, made Song Xuan feel very strange, chatting with him, Song Xuan had a feeling of facing the real Confucian.

If you paraphrase what Song Xuan and Lin Daiyu said about the three realms of reading before, Lin Ruhai at this moment is really reading books thoroughly, and he has reached the level of the third realm.

Such a scholar has always been polite in his speech and demeanor, but he is not confined to the words of the sage, and has his own way, which is far from being comparable to ordinary Confucianism.

After chatting all afternoon, after dinner, Song Xuan got up to say goodbye.

There weren't many things to deal with in the yamen of the Thousand Households, but Song Xuan was worried about improving his cultivation as soon as possible, so he politely rejected Lin Ruhai's offer to stay overnight.

Lin Daiyu was a little reluctant to send it to the gate of the compound, if a woman like her who had not left the cabinet was never allowed to show her head when she was in Jiafu.

But here, Lin Ruhai is very open-minded, and he doesn't care at all, what his daughter likes, then just do it, live again, he can still cover his family from a little wind and rain.

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In the early autumn, the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River carry a trace of the fragrance of bamboo leaves in the autumn breeze.

In the early morning, Song Qian freshened up and dressed up in a small courtyard in the yamen station of the Thousand Households, changed into a goose-yellow long dress, and looked left and right at the bronze mirror.

"Song Erni, it's almost there, don't be stinky and beautiful!"

Outside the door, Song Xuan's slightly impatient voice sounded from outside, "If you don't want to go, I'll just go alone!" ”

"That's not going to work!"

Song Qian hurriedly hugged her sword and went out, giving him a blank look, "It's rare to have the opportunity to be a hero, you can't pull me down like such a good thing!" ”

Song Xuan did not wear an official uniform today, but a cyan Confucian shirt with a long sword hanging from his waist, and outsiders looked like a scholar who had traveled abroad.

This time I went out, naturally for the sake of the evil sword spectrum in Lin Ping's house.

Yesterday, Song Xuan received a letter for help from Lin Pingzhi's trustee, and the content of the letter was as he knew, Lin Pingzhi's kid was still like in the plot of Xiaoao Jianghu, and he provoked the Qingcheng faction of the Shudi sect.

Speaking of which, this is Lin Pingzhi's exclusive plot, even in the comprehensive martial arts world of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Lin Xiaozi still couldn't escape this catastrophe.

But this is normal, just as Song Xuan is thinking about the Lin family's evil sword spectrum, the Qingcheng faction is also worried about it.

No matter how careful Lin Pingzhi is, the Qingcheng faction has a way to make the Lin family have a grudge against them, and then they can logically kill people and seize the sword.

Walking out of the yamen, the two mounted their horses and headed south.

On the way, Song Qian was extremely excited.

"Brother, you said that kid Lin Pingzhi has ordinary martial arts, how can he stab the son of the head of the Qingcheng faction to death with a sword?"

"Maybe...."Song Xuan pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe the meaning of his life is to be killed by Lin Pingzhi, right?" ”

"To be able to die in the hands of Lin Pingzhi's half-hanger, the Qingcheng faction's martial arts are estimated to be not much stronger."

Song Xuan nodded, "Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng faction, in Xuan Yiwei's records, has not yet stepped into the innate realm, and a sect has no innate martial artists, that is, a small sect. ”

"The little sect is good!"

Song Qian said happily: "We can't afford to provoke too powerful sects, and those who do what we do have to be able to bully the soft and fear the hard!" ”

Song Xuan turned his head speechlessly, "Remember, the Lin family is half of the Jianghu force, and the Qingcheng faction and their grievances belong to the grievances of the rivers and lakes."

This time, we are participating as a distant relative of Lin Zhennan, don't reveal your identity as Xuanyiwei. ”

"I know that the court is the court, and the rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes, Song Shaoxia can rest assured, this woman knows it!"

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Outside the city of Fuzhou County, there is a simple wine shop next to the official road, and a grass shed is built outside the two tiled houses to protect from the wind and rain, welcoming travelers from the south to the north.

Song Xuan and the others dismounted on the side of the road, and Xiao Er in the wine store was very familiar with leading the horses aside and feeding them with grass, obviously often receiving people in the rivers and lakes.

The owner of the wine shop saw that the two people were dressed extraordinarily, and immediately had a smile on his face, "What do the two guest officers eat?" ”

Song Qian said with a smile: "I used to look at the rangers' scripts, and when the heroes entered the hotel, they all had to come to the bottom of the two catties of beef first, the shopkeeper, do you have beef to sell here?" ”

The shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hand and said: "The woman laughed, the law of the Great Zhou, it is illegal to kill cattle without the permission of the government." ”

Song Qian complained: "Sure enough, everything in the script is a lie!" ”

"It's not all fake, either." The shopkeeper said in a low voice: "According to the law of the Great Zhou, it is illegal for the people to kill cattle without authorization, but if the beef dies of illness or old age or dies accidentally, it can still be eaten after being reviewed by the government."

If the two young heroes can afford the money, a cow can fall to their death today. ”

"What do you mean?" Song Qian didn't react for a while.

Song Xuan waved his hand, "Forget it, come to a few specialty dishes in the store, and you can look at the staple food or something." ”

"Okay, young man, wait a minute!"

Seeing the shopkeeper walking away, Song Qian reacted and frowned: "As long as the money is in place, the cow can fall to death at any time."

In this way, the law of the Great Zhou is a little more flawed. ”

Song Xuan didn't care and said: "The essence of the law is to maintain the rule of the country, and it has always been used to restrain ordinary people, and for the privileged class, that's it. ”

Song Qian seemed a little unhappy, "Brother, when you talk about anything real in the world, you always feel that everything is fake." ”

"Fairness and justice are inherently relative, and there is never absolute fairness." Song Xuan said lightly: "The essence of this world has always been that the strong are respected.

You are strong enough that no one will dare to say anything more than the law, even if you are above the law. ”

Song Qian glanced at him thoughtfully, and said with anticipation: "Brother, when will you become the number one in the world?" I also want to experience the joy of being under one person and above ten thousand people. ”

Song Xuan smiled, looked at the sky, and said lightly: "If you really reach that level, you may not have these thoughts, and you may not like the feeling of being unique in the world." ”

Song Qian blinked, "So brother, you don't want to be the first in the world?" ”

"Yes!"

Song Xuan laughed, I'm just pretending to be a force, why are you so serious?

Not only do I want to be the best in the world, I also want to be an immortal!