Looking at the girl's anxious appearance, Xu Changan was a little speechless, this ...... Is it really the same person as the lazy and abnormal girl before?

I was a little curious if there was another soul sealed under the red clothes, but I was also a little worried, not just worried about the woman in red.

He saw the dark clouds outside the city, and he didn't think that he could break through with the woman in red or his father's entourage alone, but what he didn't know was that his own Lao Tzu didn't bring an attendant, and it should be because the deal was too important, so he just went to the capital alone.

Yang Hejiu saw Xu Changan's thoughts, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

He didn't lie, he didn't know the girl in red just now, Xu Chang'an's father and Xu Chang'an, but he could also see that the girl in red was not simple, and he was even a little worried about his teacher's situation.

Xu Changan came back to his senses and stopped thinking about those things. Because he couldn't do anything, it felt a little powerless.

It's good for him to be alive now, and there's nothing to ask for. It was even more impossible for him to beg Yang Hejiu to let him help him go out of the city to bring his father back, not to mention that he didn't think Yang Hejiu could do it, and it was too late in time.

He looked down at the black sword in his hand. This young man, who is considered a stranger's gift, also gladly accepted it. Since Yang Hejiu's teacher asked him to give this sword away, who is not giving it away?

Giving away things that are useless to himself doesn't think it's an unacceptable thing for the teenager to accept.

"I'll take this as a birthday present, thank you. Xu Changan laughed.

Yang Hejiu smiled and shook his head, as if to say, 'No thanks'.

Looking at the gradually darkening sky outside the door, Xu Changan seemed to think of something, said hello to Yang Hejiu, and ran out of the small courtyard quickly with the black sword.

Today is a day worth 'remembering' for this teenager, meeting three strange people in succession and learning so many things, so he wants to find someone to help him write something.

All the way, he was thinking about the words from the mouth of the girl in red, and he didn't know why the girl must have confirmed that her surname was Li, but looking at her convincing appearance, he almost believed half of himself.

Could it be that his surname is really Li?

Running through an alleyway, I looked at the three-story house near the street in front of me and was terrified.

In the whole Xicheng, most of them are small courtyards, but Zhang Sancou lives in a three-story wooden building, like an inn. Although it doesn't look luxurious, it also stands out from the crowd.

The boy looked up at the crumbling clothes pole and became a little speechless, thinking, 'I really don't take human life seriously.'

I wanted to speed up and sprint over to avoid being hit by the clothespole, but I suddenly saw a young man with a pair of beautiful willow eyes at the entrance of the alley opposite, and I felt bad.

Hurriedly brandished the black sword and waved his hand vigorously at the young man in front of him.

The young man is Liu Chunsheng, he and Zhang San can be regarded as most of the neighbors, they live not too far, they know that Xu Chang'an's last net did not catch fish, and he understands his habit of fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, and he plans to send some food to Xu Chang'an with his things, so as not to make this young man hungry on his birthday.

But at this time, he was a little stunned when he looked at the black sword wielding in Xu Changan's hand, he confirmed that he had never seen Xu Changan when he had a black sword, and wanted to quickly step forward to see what was going on.

Afraid that the young man would be hit by the bamboo pole, the young man hurriedly threw down the black sword and ran quickly, blocking Liu Chunsheng at the entrance of the alley opposite.

But just when the boy was still some distance away from the alley, the clothes pole upstairs that seemed to never fall off happened to rub his back and slipped, and the startled young man was in a cold sweat.

Liu Chunsheng was blocked at the entrance of the alley, and naturally saw the movement in the alley, and looked at Xu Changan with some worry and asked, "Are you okay?"

Xu Changan patted his chest lightly, then shook his head, quickly ran back to pick up the black sword on the ground, and carefully blew it with his mouth, for fear of being contaminated with a trace of dust.

When he returned to the alley, the upstairs window opened, Xu Changan noticed the movement and looked up, his face blushing. When I looked down at the alley full of spring light, I felt that my whole face was terrible.

A beautiful little lady looked at the young man with half of her face and asked worriedly, "Chang'an, are you okay?"

Xu Changan shook his head and hurriedly ran over.

Liu Chunsheng looked at the young man's red cheeks and asked funny, "What's wrong with you?"

The boy walked ahead, but he just bowed his head and did not reply.

The middle-aged man in the middle of the city with a flat shoulder put the fat thumb of his right hand on his not slender ring finger, rubbed a lump of boogers that had just been buckled off it, and flicked it to a child next to him who had not yet returned home.

Looking at the position in the west of the city, his legs couldn't stop shaking slightly, as if he was thinking about how to deal with the business after returning home if he didn't get the money from the sale.

Quickly retracted his gaze, and then wandered around in the east and south directions of the city, not selling, as if thinking about where to sleep at night.

While wandering around, he sighed weakly and said: "Old, old~"

When he came to the east of the city, he looked at the locked gate of the Xu Mansion in front of him, rubbed his beard and nodded with a little satisfaction.

The courtyard where Liu Chunsheng lives is smaller than Xu Chang'an's, the unusually tall willow tree at the entrance of the alley outside the courtyard has become depressed, and the earthen walls on both sides have been worn bald by the years, which is much worse than the three-story building that separates Zhang Sanbu from the two courtyards, but it is clean inside and out, and even some willow leaves that have been blown off by the wind can not be seen.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, in the dim light, Xu Changan could still see clearly that there were two written calligraphy hanging on the walls on both sides of the inner room.

Although Xu Changan doesn't know much about calligraphy, this doesn't mean that he can't see good or bad.

He thought the writing was excellent.

There are three characters hanging on the earthen walls on the east and west sides, and there is no confrontation between the three characters, and it looks like they were written at random.

Xu Changan had seen the words that Liu Chunsheng had written before, and although he thought those words were also very good-looking, he thought that these two paintings were still worse than these two paintings, so he knew that these two words were definitely not written randomly.

Standing in the room, he first swept between the two walls, and then slowly set his eyes on the east wall.

The three characters on the east side are 'Shengmingyue'.

These three words fascinated Xu Changan.

Especially the word 'sheng', which is written with great momentum. There is a slight endless momentum of endless life, and there is a true meaning in the dark.

Like a willow that has accumulated winter nutrients, it shakes its huge canopy in the spring and tells other trees, 'Lao Tzu is going to grow, get out of the way!'

It was hard for him to imagine that the gentle man in Tsing Yi beside him would write such arrogant and domineering words.

Xu Changan seemed to have come to spring from the word 'sheng', and when he saw the spectacular picture of the willow tree next to him pressing the branches, he began to admire it uncontrollably.

But Xu Chang'an couldn't see that under the canopy, the roots of the willow tree had worked hard to transport water and nutrients to his high crown.

Too tall a being that no one wants to always bother to look up. This is the fundamental reason why the weeping willow is the most valuable for viewing among the many willow trees in the city.

Liu Chunsheng's chest was straight, and he looked at the words in the east with Xu Changan, a pair of gentle willow leaves were quite proud in their eyes, but the toes of the two pairs of feet in the shoes couldn't help but move lightly twice, and the head never drooped half a minute.

Even Liu Chunsheng, who is humble and elegant on weekdays, thinks that the word 'sheng' will never be able to write the second one in his life.

The word 'bright moon', which should have been the focus, was completely stolen by the word 'sheng', and Xu Changan couldn't help but look up and feel sad for the bright moon outside the door.

The three words on the west side are 'into the sea'.

Compared to the 'bright moon' in the east. The three characters on the west side are written in a very restrained and unobtrusive manner.

Xu Changan couldn't help but wonder if these six words were written by one person.

Like the rushing Yellow River, it roars and frantically merges into the sea, but is ruthlessly swallowed by the waves, and finally turns into one of those billions of water droplets, leaving no trace, more like a fish about to enter the sea but struggling to jump into the sea.

The boy was a little puzzled when he saw this.

Xu Chang'an is not like an ordinary poor boy who can't read half a big character, and under the influence of Master Xu, he began to come into contact with various books when he was young. He never understood why his Lao Tzu looked like a fat head and big ears, but he studied books and other things so much.

Or does reading really get ugly?

Can be three coarse...... I haven't seen him read any books.

Liu Chunsheng didn't explain much, just lit an oil lamp on the wooden table with only a thin layer of lamp oil, and took it to the west wall to illuminate the words a little.

Xu Changan looked more real this time, and found that there was only a little on the right side of the word 'enter', but he didn't notice it too much because of the dim light.

It seems that the person who picked up the pen was a little hesitant when writing this word, hovering left and right between 'entering' and 'not entering', and only after writing the whole word did he reluctantly click on that little bit.

Xu Changan came back to his senses, looked at the dim lamp in front of him with only a thin layer of lamp oil, and turned to look at Liu Chunsheng and asked with some hesitation: "Brother Liu, what do these three words mean?"

Liu Chunsheng shook his head with a wry smile, and didn't explain much, just looked at the black sword that Xu Changan never put down in his hand and asked, "Chang'an, are you looking for me, but there is something wrong with you? And what's the matter with this sword? Be careful not to hurt yourself." ”

Xu Changan looked down at the black sword in his hand, also puffed up his chest proudly, and returned with his eyebrows: "This sword was given to me by a gentleman, and I took it as a birthday gift." ”

Liu Chunsheng nodded, and said, "If you receive a person's thing, you must thank Mr. well." I don't know which gentleman in the city gave it away? If necessary, I can help you write a sub-word so that you can take it back and give it back to Mr. Yu. ”