If you want to say that Zhuang You is this guy, he can't tell one, two, or three for a long time, saying that he is a peasant boy who faces the loess with his back to the sky, is rustic, but he likes to read, and treats people with reason and moderation; he is a young man who dances and plays with swords, and he has an excellent temper and a gentle mess; and he is a guy who likes to deal with pots and pans in the kitchen, which is really confusing.

Besides, when dealing with this guy, he is neither humble nor arrogant, he always smiles and persuades each other, so that the person who doesn't listen to him feels that he has done something wrong, what kind of birdman is this?

Zhuang You likes to read, cook, practice boxing, practice swords, he always smiles, and loves to be clean, he cleans the room several times a day, and takes a bath every day in winter, and the smoke in the college kitchen for many years can not be seen, he is really an inexplicable character.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is impossible to tell what kind of character he has.

But sitting in the wow-wow-wow-crying Mei Yuyi, the grievance and hatred in his heart, even the snow in the bamboo forest was about to melt, but the hateful boy clapped his hands and went in to continue reading!

What is this reason, how can it be justified!

Some students don't know why, but they still come to comfort the girl with pear blossom and rain, beauty, there are always privileges, if only a rough man was not knocked unconscious and touched his pocket, it would be good, but in Bailu Academy, such pickled things will never happen.

"Girl, what happened?"

"That's it, that blind bully you, tell me to wait, so that he can't eat and walk around!"

A group of people were filled with righteous indignation, all of them were heroes who drew their swords to help each other when they saw injustice, and they were also stunned when they saw Zhuang You throwing away her students like chickens, but they couldn't fall into the stone if they ate other people's food.

"Get out, who wants you to care!"

Mei Yuyi yelled, so that a group of hot-blooded teenagers touched their noses, so uncomfortable, but it was not easy to do anything, so they had to be stupid, and they thought in their hearts that the little girl's skin was very hot.

Mei Yuyi stood up with her buttocks covered, gritted her teeth and looked at Zhuang You, who was sitting in it without raising her head, full of gunsmoke and fire, but she didn't say anything or do anything, she got up and turned around and left, but the row of snow prints that bloomed like lotus flowers were heavy,

Finally, the quiet Zhuang You breathed a sigh of relief, don't look at his old monk sitting still, he was panicked, but he threw it out for the first time with someone, he was still a beautiful girl, and no matter whether he would be scolded a little bit, he didn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, or the book was good.

If others know, they can only sigh that there is really no cure.

After reading a few volumes, I covered the volume, it was getting late, but the snow was getting bigger, and it was falling suddenly, and I estimated that I could be covered with snow after standing for a while.

Put on your coat and put the book back, Zhuang You is going back, there is a competition tomorrow, you have to rest early.

Stepping into the thick snow, the cloth shoes were directly buried, cold and cold, Zhuang You had long been no longer avoiding the cold and heat, but this heavy snow, many poor people had to suffer.

Ruixue trillion year, for the poor and miserable people are just a joke, the person who wrote this poem may not have seen the snowflakes in the north of Daqin, the road has frozen bones is not an exaggeration, a winter, is a cold harvest season.

In Qingban Town, there are a few families who almost can't survive the cold winter, but fortunately they can get by with the help of neighbors.

And Zhuang You, it used to be like this, my mother has not been in good health since she can remember, and her lips are white in Da Futian, let alone counting nine in the middle of winter. If it weren't for everyone taking care of orphans and widows, it would really be a shame.

Later, the master came to the town, Zhuang You also grew up, and life was better. Speaking of this, Zhuang You still remembers the day when the master came, the tail of summer has not slipped away, the old jujube tree in front of the yard is fruitful, Zhuang You is holding a bamboo pole and beating dates, one stick on the left and one stick on the right, and his head is full of big dates smashed, Zhuang You smiled very happily, and his mother sat in front of the door and covered her mouth and smiled.

Holding a basket full of dates, although Zhuang You was very greedy, he still ran to his mother first and gave it to his mother with a small hand. Mother smiled and took the dates with the placket, and wiped the sleeves for Zhuang You, who was sweating profusely, but Zhuang You couldn't care about it, picked up the dates and wiped them casually and took a bite, crispy and sweet, the date kernel was in his mouth, and Zhuang You saw a person standing at the door.

The sky was full of red glow, the slightly drunk sunset, looking at the little people in the small yard, the old man's eyes were moist.

The sharp-eyed Zhuang You jumped close to the old man, and asked Grandpa childishly Do you want to eat dates? The old man took three taels of dates, his tall body was gentle all at once, touched Zhuang You's head, and looked at the woman who didn't know that the dates had fallen off her clothes and rolled all over the ground.

At that time, the master was already very old.

The snow kept falling, Zhuang You had already arrived at the schoolhouse, Tuoba Hao had already slept, and he also went into the quilt after washing.

Looking at the snow flying outside the window, in the quiet night, people's thoughts can't help but fly, and many people and things will come to mind, whether it is melancholy or joy, the most, it is still seven points of loneliness and three points of loneliness.

Zhuang You will not have such hypocrisy as being lonely as snow in life, but on such a night, he really misses his mother, master, and the town.

The night knows how heavy the snow is.

What the boy didn't know was that there was a person standing in the forest outside the window.

"I was wondering when you'd come"

"You old deer nose is very smart"

The dean of the White Deer Academy, the head of the sword gate, and the two old men who stood outside were all looking at the legend of the world, all looking at the same young man.

"He's a heavy burden!" said Dean Tsurufa.

"No matter how heavy it is, you have to carry it"

The old man's tone was categorical, but his eyes were very soft, it was a scenery that Zhuang You had never seen before, he didn't know, in fact, the master had always looked at him kindly, just behind his back.

What is a stubborn old man, it is the kind with a hard mouth.

"Only four years"

The old man looked at Zhuang You, but the dean, who was called Lao Lu, looked at Zhuang You with pity and sighed again.

Just for a moment, the old man was gone, and in the wind and snow, there was a sentence "Let him be happier".

The snow is falling, and the words are warm.

When Tuoba Hao easily defeated the opponent again, news had already come from another place, Han Xiaoguo had defeated all the opponents and became the first, it seems that the little girl does not just have a yellow beast!

It's just that she didn't pass the first round, and if she counts the top of her literary exam, she should be able to enter the top ten, but don't think about the top five.

And Zhuang You, who has also ushered in a second opponent, is a Taoist student with a knife, named Wang Qifu.

Looking at the blue-robed young man with a short knife, Zhuang You was a little strange, Taoist children, how much they like to use swords, the sword has two edges, the middle is straight, the knife is only one edge, and there is no regret when it comes out.

And Wang Qifu's short knife is even more unique, the blade is short and wide, the handle can be grasped, and the hand is not big enough to grasp, well, like a kitchen knife, Zhuang You has a lot to say.

But the kitchen knife is square, but this knife is not.

Seeing Zhuang You staring at his strange knife, Wang Qifu blushed and was so irritable that he couldn't do it, and a pair of resentful eyes drifted to the old man Tang in the stands.

On that breezy afternoon, Wang Qifu entered Mr.'s shop with fear and reverence.

The door of the shop is very small, there is no plaque stone lion or anything, even the couplets are mottled and peeled off most of the time, the words are not clear, you can smell the smell of rotten mold from a distance, and the pungent smell of sulfur, but these can not affect Wang Qifu's longing.

The world-famous Mr. Bailu Academy, no matter how you say it, is a master, a master, you have to have a master's demeanor.

For example, this iron rod that almost tripped people over when they entered the bunk, and the devil knows how to put a black stick at the door, and when he raised his head, he screamed, and if he looked closely, the ceiling was covered with armor, and it was so worn out that people could scrape off half a foot of rust.

Several rows of cabinets were messily stuffed with rusty or dusty things, and a finger-thick ash on the ground stepped on a mark, and the back of the room "bang" rang non-stop.

In his heart, he comforted the master's demeanor, and the unruly Wang Qifu had the courage to shout twice, and no one responded for a long time, and he was stretching his neck to probe his brain, and he saw the old man who was covered in oil and stared at the cow's eyes and opened his nose came out.

"What's it called, what's it for!"

Wang Qifu hurriedly bowed and saluted, Wen Crepe talked a lot, and the horses slapped a basket.

The old man touched his crotch, put it under his nose and sniffed, and said impatiently: "If there is a fart, let it go!"

Wang Qifu hurriedly told the old man that he wanted a knife, and the old man came up with a sentence of "fifty credits", Wang Qifu almost didn't bite his tongue, but fortunately he could pay credit in the shop, and wrote an IOU bitterly, and the old man took out his crotch and went in, and came with a sentence of "come back in five days".

The demeanor of the master, the crotch is so profound.

Wang Qifu looked forward to the stars and the moon for five days, and waited for five days, stretching his neck full of anticipation to wait for his daughter-in-law, thinking that he was standing proudly with a knife, and when he saw the knife.

Five thunders thundered and thundered in the sky!

After leaving the shop, Wang Qifu is like a girl who has been insulted and has not given money, she wants to cry without tears and is full of sorrow, no one asks!

Think about the crotch old man again, a tall fart!

Turning over the river and the sea in his mind, Wang Qifu raised his knife tragically, and Zhuang You was inexplicable, just a competition, how could it be like going to the execution ground.

Not much to say, after the salute is finished, take the return to the ruins to make a start-up gesture, Wang Qifu on the opposite side has already strode to the meteor, and the momentum is violent, but why is he so like a cook?

The swords touched, sparks splashed, and the sharp sound pierced the eardrums, but this blow was very short, and the knife in Wang Qifu's hand was like a swimming fish flipped flexibly, Zhuang You wanted to draw the sword as if it was sticky, and hurriedly urged the true qi, but fortunately, the real qi was withdrawn.

Wang Qifu didn't let Zhuang You retreat, and strode forward, and the knife flashed in the air in front of him.

It is said that the three-foot Qingfeng is ten steps and one person, not to mention in front of him, but this knife does not eat this set, like a loach arches to you, and the long stay swordsmanship has both offense and defense, and the equation of the Dingge Royal Car Grid is heavy on defense, but in a hurry, Zhuang You can't make any moves, fortunately, the footwork is not chaotic, and he can barely block it.

As early as when learning the sword, Mr. Lu emphasized that the eyes are like two lights, and the six ways of looking at the sword and looking at the hands are usually obliquely looking forward to Gu, what he wants is to anticipate the enemy's first opportunity, whether to attack or defend with confidence, but this short knife is so fast that there is not even a sound of wind in the air.

Just when Zhuang You was in a hurry and had a headache, Wang Qifu slandered that the old man was a little bit of himself, and he didn't do the thing that deceived customers, this knife was ugly and ugly, and it felt very good, but when he thought of the old man holding his crotch and handing the knife to himself.

Superior demeanor?