The girl in red smiled and said, "This is the jasmine sprout that my mother asked me to pick a few days ago, you see, it's still very fresh?"

She frowned thoughtfully, "But I don't know how much Childe needs?"

Liu Ruyan couldn't help but be overjoyed: "It's great that the girl can sell it to Zaixia." Thank you, girl, for giving it away!" he hesitated and said, "The girl is gracious, and I have received it in my heart, but how can I ask for the girl's things for no reason?"

"Why is that?" asked the girl in red, puzzled.

"Don't hide it from the girl, in a few days it will be the 60th birthday of the family teacher, and I will pick some fresh tea in this tea garden for the purpose of entertaining the guests. He smiled slightly, "No, most of the best shoots in the tea garden have been picked." I was worried about where to pick the best shoots, but I happened to meet the girl who went down the mountain to sell tea, which was just right, but I couldn't ask for the girl's good tea for nothing!"

Hearing what he said, the girl in red couldn't help but laugh, and said generously: "What should I think of as a reason, since Childe urgently needs tea, don't be polite, just give it to Childe, and save me from rushing down the mountain again." As he spoke, he held a bamboo bag full of tender green jasmine in front of Liu Ruyan.

"Even if it's for my son, don't refuse!" she blinked a pair of eyes as clear as autumn water, and looked at Liu Ruyan with a smile. The eyes seem to flow with colorful softness, beautiful and moving.

Liu Ruyan was speechless for a while, stunned, unintelligible, a little flattered and shy, and seemed to look a little embarrassed. After a while, he spoke: "The girl's kindness is difficult, so I have no choice but to be respectful and obey my fate, and accept the girl's kindness." After speaking, he gave up his hand and accepted all the buds.

The two talked happily, and before they knew it, it was almost noon, and the sun above their heads became extremely intense, and the whole tea garden glowed with a warm and bright luster under the sun. They had been standing in the tea garden for a long time.

Liu Ruyan looked up at the sky, suddenly showed a slightly panicked look, and said, "Oh noon, it's almost noon, and I forgot that the family teacher is waiting for me to bring tea back." He must be in a hurry at home, thank you girl for your kindness, we will meet later, and we will leave!" he arched his hand to the girl in red, bowed, smiled and turned to leave.

As he was taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around, his sword eyebrows raised slightly, and said loudly: "I've been talking to the girl for so long, and I haven't asked the girl for her name?

The girl in red stroked her sideburns with her hand, smiled at him, and said, "My name is Luo Xiangxue, Luo of Luo Fu, sweet fragrance, white snow, you can call me Xue'er, dare to ask what the son is called?"

Liu Ruyan smiled and said: "My name is Liu Ruyan, the willow of the willow tree, if it is, the smoke of the clouds." With that, he turned and walked quickly in the direction of the thatched house, his handsome figure gradually disappearing into the depths of the trees.

The girl in red, Luo Xiangxue, stood in place, watching him go away, a faint red cloud appeared on her snow-white handsome face, but she didn't notice anything, she stayed there for a long time, and suddenly smiled softly, as if everything that had just happened was just a sudden dream!

Two young people who are just in their youth meet in this way, the encounter between Pingshui is like a beautiful firework, it will end in a blink of an eye, what kind of story will happen to their meeting and acquaintance? Is it just an unexpected encounter? Of course not, their story has just begun.

Liu Ruyan hurriedly returned to the thatched house, found that the thatched house was closed, he put the long sword and bamboo pocket under the eaves and pushed the door in, but saw that the kitchen was deserted, and the stove was also neat and tidy, not like a fire and cooked, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, and called loudly: "Master, the apprentice is back," he shouted, but there was no response, and he shouted again, but there was still no response from the master. "Yes, where will the master go if he is not at home?" he thought to himself, "Has his old man already eaten and gone out? Normally, at this time, he will not go out, where has he gone?" He pondered, and a hint of foreboding inexplicably arose in his heart: "Nothing will happen to his old man, right?" and then denied this unfounded speculation in his heart.

He pushed open the door of the master's bedroom, and the furnishings inside were as usual, and he didn't find anything unusual, and there was a cup of brewed jasmine on his desk, which was still steaming slightly, and the fragrance of jasmine filled the room. He looked around the house, and found nothing missing, a thin quilt was neatly stacked in the corner of the bed, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone that the master usually loved were neatly placed on the desk, and everything was as usual...... Maybe he went to the back mountain to collect medicine, or to practice, or to take a walk......

After some thought, he decided to go to the back mountain to look for it, maybe the master was there! He picked up the long sword in one hand and ran straight to the back mountain.

When he hurried to the back mountain, he heard the sound of weapons clashing from a distance from the cliff edge of Luoyan Peak. His heart sank, and he immediately became alert: There were people fighting on the cliffs! This place was empty and lonely all the year round, deserted, and almost isolated from the rest of the world, and who could be fighting here? Eager to find a teacher, and driven by curiosity, he immediately performed a light skill stunt, "the harrier turned over," flew down behind a huge rock, carefully hid his figure, and quietly poked his head out.

This cautious glance almost startled him, only to see that the master was fighting fiercely with an old man wearing a black felt hat! The master was holding the Ling Xiao sword, and the old man was holding a long silver spear in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, ten moves down, the two sides were inseparable, the master's long sword was holding up more than a dozen sword flowers one after another, and a flying sword shadow shrouded the old man in white, but he did not see the master attacking the vital parts of his body. "When he saw that the long sword was about to hurt the other party, he stopped again and then avoided it. And the old man in white was smiling from time to time, although the attack of a silver spear was fierce, but he did not show a killing move, the two of them were tumbling and jumping in the air, and the short soldiers were connected, only for a moment, they dodged again, and the two of them fought fifty moves and still did not see the winner.