The next morning, before the sky was completely bright, Zhang Muliu left the inn with Fang Onion and went straight to the school where he couldn't even afford his name.

Neither of them carried their swords today.

In the past year, Fang Cong has never carried a sword when he came out, and today he has not carried it for the first time, and Xiao Nizi feels a little uncomfortable. So when I went out, I couldn't hold back, so I asked, why can't I carry a sword? Zhang Muliu said with a smile, when I was at that age, if I met two extremely chic swordsmen, I would definitely want to walk the rivers and lakes all day long, who would still study?

Fang Cong nodded, as if he understood or not, anyway, the self-proclaimed former master said that walking the rivers and lakes is the thing that the master wants to do the most, and now that he thinks about it, the master should want to do it when he is very young, right?

Douhanzhou began to rain as soon as May, and it will snow again around mid-autumn.

I had no choice but to find an eaves to hide from the rain, and wait for the rain to be lighter before leaving.

At this moment, Zhang Muliu saw a little boy who covered the cage with his clothes, was drenched in water, stepped on the mud with his bare feet, and ran forward anxiously.

Looking closely, it turned out that there was still a pair of old cloth shoes hanging on the little boy's waist, as if they had been washed very cleanly, so he didn't want to let the muddy water wet the shoes.

Zhang Muliu secretly conjured up two oil-paper umbrellas, handed one to Fang Cong, opened the umbrella and chased after the little boy, holding the umbrella with a big hand to cover the boy.

The little boy raised his head at this time, his big eyes were clean and flawless, and he looked at Zhang Muliu at this time, his eyes were full of doubts, "This gentleman, I don't need it." ”

The young man smiled and walked forward, and asked, "Why don't you take an umbrella beforehand?"

I thought that the boy would be wronged, but the little boy, who was only six years old at most, grinned, carefully lifted the small box covered with a robe, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, as long as the books are fine, this is the book that Mr. Wen spent all night, word by word, and I can't wet them if they are wet." ”

The old Jiao claimed to be surnamed Wen.

Zhang Muliu patted the boy's head and said with a smile: "I borrowed the umbrella from you, just go to Mr. Wen who handed it over to you at the school, I am good friends with him, and I will get it when I go back." ”

The little boy was still a little hesitant, but the gentleman in white with a warm smile raised his hand and pointed to the sky that had been lit up, so he hurriedly took the umbrella and strode forward, and he didn't know how many flowers were drawn on his back.

Fang Cong leaned over to give the master an umbrella, grinned, and asked in a low voice: "Does the master think it is better to study, or is it better to study in the rivers and lakes?"

The young man was slightly silent, pressed the girl's forehead, and said with a smile: "I'm glad that I can still choose." ”

The girl was full of mushy again, muttering non-stop, saying that she must turn over a thousand children's books when she goes back, and then you will bully me for reading less!

After a short time, he walked to the school, Zhang Muliu only watched from a distance, listening to the old Jiao read it first, and the students of different sizes followed it again.

And so on, time flies very quickly.

Fang Cong naturally didn't have this kind of experience, this little witch didn't like to study when she was a child, and Fang Liang could only invite those learned masters to teach at home, so Fang Cong had never read aloud with others.

And Zhang Muliu, that's more.

It's not just that he reads aloud with others in the morning, but every time class is about to end, Mr. always has to leave a few people to memorize those who are not good. Zhang Shuying was fine when he was not at home, Zhang Muliu just picked a time to run away secretly. But when Zhang Shuying was there, there was no way.

When he was a child, in Zhang Muliu's eyes, the gentleman who blew his beard and glared at every turn liked to do the most was to go to the house to eat and complain.

So now when I look at Lao Jiaolong, I do have the appearance of that gentleman.

It seems that the school in the world prefers that family motto, Lao Jiao sentence by sentence, just arrived there, "It is advisable to prepare for the rain, and dig a well without thirst." "That old Jiao looks like an old Confucian, and the children below him are all sitting upright, not daring to be disrespectful.

Zhang Muliu unconsciously read the sentence in a whisper, "Although the ancestors are far away, the sacrifice must not be sincere, and although the descendants are foolish, the scriptures must not be read." ”

The apprentice master held an umbrella, stood in the rain, listened to the old Jiao's teaching, and listened to the cold morning rain.

After about a pillar of incense, Lao Jiao came out with an oil-paper umbrella, bowed slightly, and said, "What is Master Zhang Shan's plan?"

Zhang Muliu laughed and said softly: "Don't hide it from Mr. Wen, I wanted to talk about a business with Xiongdao earlier, but now I have changed my mind a little, I don't know if Mr. Wen is willing to help me." ”

Lao Jiao sneered and said, "Master Zhang has a unicorn at home, and he is a sword immortal, what can I help?"

Zhang Muliu took a step back, bent down respectfully, and said sincerely: "The junior Zhang Muliu, as a disciple of Confucianism, begs Mr. Wen to move to Chengzhou, and a academy will be built within three years, and then Mr. Wen will be the master of the academy. ”

Lao Jiao's expression was stunned, he never expected that Zhang Muliu's request was this, he originally thought that this guy was greedy for his own projectile land.

"Why do you want to invite me?"

The young man had not yet gotten up, and bent over and smiled: "Because when that little boy called Mr. Wen, his eyes were full of hope for the future, and he believed that reading could change his fate. ”

Mr. Wen was just about to speak, Zhang Muliu continued: "On Bear Island, the students of several schools can be taken to Shengshenzhou, I, Zhang Muliu, do not guarantee their bright future, but I can ensure that they have no worries about food and clothing during their studies. ”

Lao Jiao had a chance to speak, he stepped forward, helped Zhang Muliu up, and said in a deep voice: "What are you trying to do?"

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "There are a few more scholars in the world. ”

The young man rolled up his sleeves and continued, "If I have to say that there is a plan, it is that I want to build a ferry port on Bear Island. ”

Lao Jiao squinted his eyes and smiled, "It turns out that you have already discussed this abacus with that Sima Zhuo, right?"

Zhang Muliu took the umbrella given to the child again, and said with a smile: "Promise or not, the younger generation will respect you." I gave this umbrella to the little one, and then told him for me, 'If the well is not wet, the mud will grow'. ”

Lao Jiao smiled and said: "Let me be drenched in the wind and rain, and be depressed, but I will return to the earth." ”

Zhang Muliu couldn't stop smiling bitterly, and said in his heart, where is this and there? After thinking about it for a long time, he had to answer: "Although I walk towards the saint, I can't learn that there is rain without cover." ”

The two laughed, and Fang Onion on the side didn't know why.

Xiao Nizi said in her heart, why is this like this? After saying that the old-timers had not been beaten for a long time, she thought that she was going to be beaten, so why did she say a bunch of incomprehensible words in a daze, and she looked like she was going to leave.

The two scholars seemed to have said a lot of things, but in fact, they had already finalized something, and when the sea deliberations were completed in the future, they would start to build the ferry.

So in the early morning in this rain, a girl dressed in white with a girl with a sword on her back again, planning to go south, and then go around to the southwest corner of Douhan Continent, and finally take a ferry to go straight to the nearest coffin island to Mount Meru.

As the name suggests, it is located in the north of the whole world, and the small island closest to Mount Meru, and it is like a coffin.

The farther away from home, the slower the days seem to pass. After leaving Tongzhou, until this time, it has only been three years, and he Zhang Muliu, a swordsman with not good qualifications, almost broke the three realms in three years.

To the southwest, it is difficult to go to the territory of Chen Guo, but Zhang Muliu really doesn't want to go to that place, first, His Majesty the emperor is too out of tune, and second, his own blind Brother Liu is too scary. The two walked slowly south, and it took them a month to reach the westernmost part of Chen State, a place called Luyue County.

Seeing that it was Tanabata again, the small Luyue County also began to put up lanterns and prepare for some poetry and lantern festivals. There are talented and beautiful people in big places, and there are naturally scholars in small places, martial artists who are good at martial arts, and of course, beautiful girls who are sought after.

Zhang Muliu was still dressed in white, Fang Cong was dressed in a cyan long skirt, and entered Luyue City at night, and before he could find an inn to stay, he met an old man with white hair, wearing red clothes, and holding a rattan cane.

It's like getting rid of the old moon.

The old man sat cross-legged at the end of the arched bridge, and there was no signboard, just fiddling with the red line, and when he saw the young man walking in front of him, he said: "My red line, I can't run away if I pull it, and I have ten Tongbao coins each." ”

If no one pays attention to him, he will shout a few times later, "Ten big coins can't make a fortune, if you get involved, wouldn't it be beautiful to get a husband or a wife for nothing?

Zhang Muliu saw the man from afar, thinking if there was a bridge elsewhere, and he had to go around it.

Fang Cong had already begun to mumble, "Do you see if someone cares about it?"

Just as Zhang Muliu was about to make a detour, the old man suddenly turned his head to look at it, and he kept smiling and shouting: "Young man!

The girl Fang Cong turned her head and glared angrily, and said coldly: "Old liar, take a look clearly, this is my master!"

The old man's face suddenly collapsed, he looked apologetic, and he still had a shoe in his hand, looking a little overwhelmed.

Fang Cong snorted coldly and was about to turn his head to leave, but the old man hurriedly ran over, untied a red rope and stuffed it into Fang Cong's hand, and then jumped back to the arch bridge, not allowing Fang Cong to say anything.

Xiao Nizi was angry, and the nature of the little witch was about to come out, but Zhang Muliu gently pressed her shoulder and quipped: "Keep it, when you see the person you like in the future, you will be tied up, are you still afraid that he will dare to run away?"

The girlish stomping kept stopping, and threw You Fang back, saying that he would not be the disciple of the sword.

The young man sighed and said to himself, "The swordsman carries the sword. ”

But there is still fun, it is the lantern festival that is being prepared, three or five young people in brocade clothes go to the place where tomorrow's lantern festival is located, sneak around a big circle, and finally get together, one by one complaining with a bitter face, this is also a mystery without a mystery!

Zhang Muliu, who was watching from afar, cast a spell slightly, and conjured up a young girl who stopped in the distance of several young people, and deliberately made a little noise for those people to discover, and when the brocade turned her head, the conjured girl only shook her head and sighed, and left quickly. In the end, only a few young men remained, looking ashamed.

But Fang Congle was broken, and he circled around Zhang Muliu, and the sound kept stopping, asking the master to change into a woman. Zhang Muliu secretly said badly, a little playful heart, but he really threw his master's majesty on the ground, and stepped on a few feet.

Douhanzhou has a lot of snow in winter, and the rest of the time, the rain almost came as soon as it was said, and it didn't take long for it to rain heavily.

Zhang Muliu took Fang Onion to hide his figure and went to the roof of the highest attic in Luyue City.

This attic is only six floors, about ten zhang high, and it is said that an immortal passed by here, and started to change a high pavilion with mystical magic, and drank here for several years. It is said that a psalm was left behind, but it has long been lost.

Fang Cong stretched out his finger and poked Zhang Muliu, pointing to a small courtyard in the distance, there was only one room and one water pavilion in the courtyard, and it was not small to see.

There are really two monks in the water pavilion, a man and a woman, both of whom are in the foundation realm, and they look like acquaintances, but they are not yet familiar enough to drink together late at night.

Fang Cong muttered: "Master, this man didn't feel good at first glance, he drank wine, and there was only one room, I think he made up his mind to take advantage of others." ”

Zhang Muliu stretched out his hand and flicked one of his brains, and said with a smile: "I'll tell you! Wait a minute, if that man dares to think of any evil ideas, I will scare him." ”

The man in the distance kept pouring wine, but the woman almost said that she didn't like it on her face, so he kept drinking himself. When he could see that he was a little drunk, he smiled bitterly and said that when he first met the woman, how long ago and what day he was wearing, what clothes and shoes the woman was wearing at that time, and even the hairpin pattern on the hairpin on his head he remembered clearly. After finishing speaking, he poured another glass of wine, and said with a wry smile, the woman must not remember these things.

And the woman just said from time to time, drink less.

Fang Cong felt that he was thinking a little wrong, could it be that the man wanted to do something bad?

Seeing that several jugs of wine had been drunk, the man was already dizzy and confused. The woman finally showed a little distress on her face, but she still only said one word and drank less.

Zhang Muliu shook his head and said softly: "Little Shallot Flower, make a bet with the master, he will definitely be drunk later, she will definitely wait for him to sleep before drinking, and when the woman is drunk, the man will wake up." ”

Sure enough, before a cup of tea had passed, the man had fallen down in a daze, leaning back on the flying chair and falling asleep. The woman finally changed her face, her expression was a little sad, and she began to drink on her own, and only when she was slightly drunk did she say to herself, "You are very important to me." "After another pillar of incense, the woman was drunk and the man woke up.

Fang Cong hurriedly said: "Master, master, this thing is going to have a crooked mind, hurry up and beat him." ”

But Zhang Muliu was indifferent.

The girl turned her head to look again, only to see the man who pretended to be drunk and sighed at the really drunk woman, smiled bitterly and said: "You were only fourteen when I knew you, it seems that you will become a big girl in the blink of an eye, and you will be thirty years old in the blink of an eye." At that time, I said that my Xiao'er has grown up and is a big girl, and you say it with a straight face, and your father should say this. ”

The man straightened up, stretched out his hand to wipe the woman's tears, and said with a faint smile: "You don't like me, it's just that I raised your heart." ”

After saying that, he shook his head and left, and he couldn't see the slightest sadness on his face, but Zhang Muliu and Fang Cong both knew that he was very sad.

There are only a few things in the world that are amorous but ruthlessly annoyed, and most of them are women, "You are a good person", or like the woman who just now, "You are very important to me." ”

This bet is obviously won by Zhang Muliu.

It wasn't until this moment that Fang Cong understood that it was the man who looked full of bad thoughts who liked the woman very much, but the woman didn't like him. That's why he pretended to be drunk, never thought about doing something after getting the woman drunk, but said goodbye to the best girl in his eyes.

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "Maybe this girl will regret it when she opens her eyes tomorrow, and regret why she didn't say a word about liking him, but in a few days, she will slowly forget." Until I don't know how long later, she will meet someone she thinks she likes, and that is when she regrets it the most. ”

Fang Cong was depressed and asked, "Master, how long is it?"

The young man rubbed the girl's head and said softly, "It may be a year, it may be a hundred years." ”

The girl said tentatively: "Can you give them a hundred years of fake, dream-like, and look at it after waking up, if the woman still doesn't like the man, we don't care anymore." ”

Zhang Muliu sighed and shook his head, looked at the red line in Fang Onion's hand, and cast a spell slightly, turning one red thread into two. Actually, it's still one, but you can only see two ends.

"Go ahead and try it. ”

Fang Onion disappeared in a flash, instantly came to the woman's side, and gently tied the woman's wrist with one end. Then he turned to the man, knocked him unconscious with a punch, wrapped the red thread, and then threw him back into the small courtyard.

Zhang Muliu, who was in a high place, wanted to cover his forehead, this girl didn't have a heavy hand, this fist, don't let people lie down for three or five days before it's weird!

The girl went and returned, clapped her hands, and said with a smile, "Is it really useful?"

Zhang Muliu sighed, and pointed to the swordsmanship supernatural power, which shrouded the small courtyard, and then waved his hand to conjure up a light curtain, watching the movement inside.

The woman woke up suddenly, and after a round of inspection, she finally saw the man lying on the ground motionless, and her expression immediately changed.

I saw the woman walking slowly, and gently pushed the man who was stunned with her toes, but Fang Onion's hand was so heavy, how could she wake up with a push? Seeing that the man didn't move at all, the woman panicked all of a sudden, squatted down and kept shaking the man, and her tears could no longer be stopped.

Zhang Muliu suddenly put away the light curtain and removed the swordsmanship, and a man and a woman were already sitting in the pavilion again, relatively speechless.

Fang Cong was puzzled: "What's the matter?"

The young man only said lightly: "She still hasn't really lost, we can't do it like this." ”

So until the end, it was the man who left, and the woman's eyes were red.

The difference is that this time it was left awake.

Fang Cong's voice was a little sad, and he said stubbornly: "What bullshit red line old Yue, master, don't stop me, I'm going to discount that old liar's legs." ”

The words were extremely ruthless, but the people didn't move. Because Fang Cong also knew that he couldn't force it.

The sound of the rain gradually subsided, and after a gust of wind, there were only a few faint clouds left in the sky, and when I looked up, the crescent moon was like a hook.

Zhang Muliu pulled out You Fang, wiped the blade of the sword with a white cloth, and said to himself: "Do you think I'm too stupid, or are you afraid that I won't be able to guess?"

Fang Cong turned his head in confusion, but the young man carried Yu Fang on his back, went to the arch bridge in an instant, and said with a smile: "The seniors have good intentions!"

The old man with a rattan cane also appeared out of thin air, with a smile on his face, and said to Zhang Muliu: "You don't have his mind, but the little girl has this mind." ”

Zhang Muliu drew his sword, and the old man hurriedly said: "Don't mind, why are you pulling out your sword? You can't beat me, and I told you, I have taken that apprentice." ”

The young man let go of the hilt of his sword, and Fang Onion had already arrived.

Xiao Nizi was full of doubts again, and asked, "What's wrong again?"

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "It's okay, some people are a little bit of cultivation and want to be beaten." ”

is a good Empress Dowager of Liangguo, a good red-line old man.

Do you want to kidnap Hu Sasa ? Are you a fucking Mahayana monk? What about the catastrophe? You didn't provoke someone to slap people to death, even if you were a good old guy.

Mother's temper, that's a joke?

............

There was a monk who crossed the continent to the south of Shengshen Continent, and the speed was so fast that ordinary ferries could not even keep up with its tail. It only took one day, and I arrived in Pengze on the night of Qixi Festival.

The old man with the red line is still dressed like that, and he doesn't know the reason why he has to hold his tail when he goes out. But also, they are all robbery monks, unless Nanshan and Lingyang are idle and come to find trouble, who are you afraid of? Besides, I didn't provoke the bull nose and the old bald donkey, why bother me?

When passing by the White Deer Cave, the old man of the red line let out a long sigh, and said in his heart, when will there be more academies here? There is also a little girl with excellent qualifications and even luck.

Good seedlings, don't take away white, don't take away.

The old man drove the colorful auspicious clouds, looking like the second in the world to the White Deer Cave.

According to his thoughts, why don't you meet someone who can be embarrassed for yourself, right? Those old guys in Shengshenzhou are not like themselves, they can move around at will.

But it backfired, before he arrived, a big foot fell from the sky, and the old man of the red line didn't even have time to stop, so he was kicked to the East China Sea.

The cave master was making tea, and he sneered: "Really be a scholar with a good temper?"

The old man of the red line was lying in the East China Sea, but he was not injured heavily, but he couldn't figure it out, where was there an extra academy, and there were such scary Confucian monks?

This old man's skin has been broken, he simply tore off this skin, turned into a middle-aged man, went around the South China Sea, and then went to Hongdu.

In fact, when this person was beaten to the East China Sea, a drunken Taoist in the east had already secretly exclaimed, "Daoist friends are really good." ”

There is a cloud on the top of Nanshan, and the fat big real person pulls the corners of his mouth and mutters to himself: "If you don't die, you won't die!"

The White Deer Cave Lord sighed helplessly, "I can't save you." ”

That monk who was the ancestor of the Empress Dowager of the Liang Kingdom, where else did he look like he had been beaten and fled in embarrassment at this time? With a spring breeze on his face, he hovered over the sea of clouds above Hongdu, glanced at it casually, and when he saw the Hu family's house, he went down.

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded, "I'll count to three, you hurry up and get away." ”

This monk surnamed Lu paused for a moment, and said in his heart that I still don't believe it, can I meet two people who can't be messed with by myself in a big place?

Before he could speak, a faint "three" resounded in the sky, only to see a black sleeve beckoning, after a bang, that Lu Tietou had already fallen south like a meteor, and there were countless water drifts on the sea, and when he stopped, he was already seriously injured and floating on the sea south of Shengshen Continent, thousands of miles away.

This Lu Toutie's eyes were blank, and he wanted to cry without tears.

"What about one and two?"

In the small courtyard by the lake, He Zitang ate grapes and said indifferently:

"Forgot. ”