"So, the gentlemen who don't have a summer school are all a bunch of good people?"

Laiyun's eyes lit up a little, and he immediately glanced at his senior brother, as if he was showing the truth that there are still many good people in this world.

The little second brother nodded and said: "Of course he is a good person, over the years, our Spring Market Town has been able to survive better and better in this barren land, but it is inseparable from the teachings of these six gentlemen. ”

He tapped his head, feeling a little embarrassed, then took out a piece of paper from his bosom and put it on the table, drew a small circle on it with a pen, and said, "This is where our inn is." ”

The shopkeeper said while drawing lines on it with a pen: "The two sons went out of the door, walked straight along this street, then turned left, turned right after encountering a fork in the road, and then went straight to see a fortune-telling parlor, turned in, passed through the alley, and then went straight to see a tall pine tree with green and turquoise, and about fifty meters behind the pine tree is no summer school." ”

Nodding, the young man got up and said thank you to the second brother, then turned around and walked out of the inn.

Laiyun reached out and took the page from the shopkeeper's second-hand hand, turned around and ran out.

The wind and snow are not like knives, but they are not gentle either.

Fortunately, the wind is not too strong at this moment, and the snowflakes fall on the face so as not to obscure the view.

"Senior brother, if the two of us are not mistaken, then this should be the place. ”

Laiyun stopped in front of a huge pine tree, put one hand on his forehead to shield himself from the wind and snow, squinted at the big tree, smacked his lips after a while, and sighed, "It's really big." ”

The young man ignored him, trampled through the snow, walked past the giant tree, and stopped in front of the Natsujuku.

According to the rules of the school, it is the official day of the holiday, so there are no students in the entire school.

Stepping forward and knocking lightly on the door, as if he felt that this was a bit presumptuous, the young man lowered his head and carefully arranged his clothes until the snow was cleared and he was once again meticulous in his original appearance.

The door of the school was opened, and out came a middle-aged man, probably around fifty years old, but because of the monk, he looked like he was thirty years old, dressed in white, and stood very neat in the snow.

"Childe, please come in. ”

After a slight glance at the two people at the door, the man in white turned sideways and gave way to the school

The road inside.

Everyone in Chunji Town knows that there are only six gentlemen in Wuxiajuku, and they don't know the origin of these six gentlemen, only that these six people came to Chunji Town decades ago and founded Wuxiajuku.

There were five people sitting in the courtyard, all dressed in white, with a teapot in front of them, sitting in the snow and drinking themselves, looking quite happy.

The young man glanced at the scene in front of him, was silent for a while, and said, "I didn't want to come. ”

The middle-aged teacher who opened the door said with a smile: "Most people can't be casual in their lives, and the son doesn't want to come, but in the end he still comes, so some things can't be avoided, just like some responsibilities can't be shirked." ”

"Didn't ask?"

"In Xia Guo Tongji, he is the master of this Wuxia School, and he is also the dean. ”

The young man nodded and agreed, "As you said, people will always stand on different sides in this life, so I don't want to come, but I still come." ”

"Since Childe is here, he shouldn't leave. ”

"I'm here, so naturally I won't go again. ”

Guo Tongji felt a little regretful, and glanced back at the other five gentlemen, the eyes of the six of them were looking at each other in the air, and then they separated, drinking tea by themselves.

"Mr. Guo, my senior brother came here, but why did you show such an appearance?"

Seeing Guo Tongji's face full of regret, Laiyun felt a little angry and a little puzzled at the same time.

Guo Tongji glanced at him and praised: "This little boy is straightforward, it is indeed a good thing to let him follow you to experience more things." ”

The young man nodded and said, "He is too straightforward, I will always take him with me in the future." ”

"With you with him, I won't be bullied if I think about it. ”

Hearing the conversation between the two, Lai Yun felt more and more confused, and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Guo and my senior brother know each other?"

Guo Tongji showed a smile and said, "The thirty-sixth ranked Martial King on the dignified grass yellow paper, Holy Sect Zhou Luo, who in the world doesn't know?"

This man in his thirties, with a serious face and meticulous dress, was none other than Zhou Luo, the Holy Son of the Holy Sect, and the elder brother of Zhou Yuan, the little martial king, who was ranked thirty-sixth on the grass yellow paper, and was known as Zhou Luo, the king of martial arts.

Holy Sect Zhou Luo.

"Now that we know each other, shouldn't we be happy to meet old friends?"

Laiyun then asked.

Guo Tongji sighed and explained: "It's true that I know each other, but I can't call me an old friend." ”

He walked among the five gentlemen, reached for the teapot and poured himself a cup, then took the teacup and put it under his nose and sniffed it carefully.

"This tea is not good, but I used to drink it when I was in the academy, and then I left the academy and was appointed by Mr. Chen to teach and educate people in this Chunji Town. ”

Zhou Luo was silent for a while and said: "Teaching and educating people is a good thing, and the barren land of Chunji Town is also rich under the leadership of the six gentlemen, but it's a pity that you are Tang people." ”

"It's a pity that it's a Tang person?" Guo Tongji smiled, with an undisguised pride in his eyes: "The most fortunate thing in my life is that I was born a Tang person." ”

"It's time to go. ”

Zhou Luo opened his mouth and said.

Guo Tongji shook his head, his eyes looked at the huge pine tree in the distance of the street through the unclosed gate of the school, and his face was full of nostalgia.

"Don't worry, can King Wu allow me and my brother to finish drinking this cup of tea?"

Time waits for no one.

But the snow was still falling.

Zhou Luo nodded and stopped talking.

How much time does a cup of tea have? Even if you drink it more slowly, even if you taste it more carefully.

What's more, Guo Tongji and the others didn't drink slowly, it was a normal tea drinking speed.

Four of the six of them were Youye monks, and the remaining two were Three Realm monks, far superior to Zhou Luo in terms of numbers, but far inferior to Zhou Luo in terms of combat power.

Then you can only wait for death.

Fortunately, before you die, you can watch a snow and drink a pot of tea.

You can take a look at the huge pine tree that has stood outside the gate of Muxia Juku for an unknown number of years.

The heat of the tea is very clear in this cool day, swaying and rising with the wind.

Until the heat is completely gone.

The tea in the cup has been drunk.

Guo Tongji looked up at Zhou Luo not far in front of him, with regret in his eyes and a smile on his face.

It's time to hit the road.

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PS: Very well written

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