The two pushed open the door and walked in, the courtyard was in a mess, as if there were still remnants of the tragic scene of the year, the tables and chairs fell to the ground, some of them broke a few table legs, the walls left a pitch-black brand, obviously left by the fire, and the ground was also a pile of strange sawdust, sand and dead branches and leaves.

The only thing that is reassuring is that the structure of the house is still intact.

There are three houses in this courtyard, one of which is a kitchen, a main house and an ear room. The main house faces north and south, and the kitchen and ear rooms are located on the left and right. This made Ya'er quite happy, you must know that in Pinghai Town, the so-called kitchen is just a shed built outside a thatched house, if it rains heavily, let alone cooking, even raising the stove is a problem.

Now that I have a kitchen, I can stock up on firewood, and I don't have to worry about rainy days in the future. The most important thing is that this main house is actually a two-story house, and he and Ling Jiang have never lived in a two-story house!

"Childe, look. Ya'er walked around the yard and finally stopped in front of a large tree that was about to dry up.

Ling Jiang walked to Ya'er's side and looked at the big tree in front of him, perhaps because he hadn't watered and fertilized for too long, the leaves had already withered and yellowed, showing a lifeless appearance.

"Childe, do you know what kind of tree this is?" asked Ya'er with a look of anticipation, "It's all like this, and I don't know if it will bear fruit." ”

"It should be a pear tree. Ling Jiang said softly, if it is really a tang pear tree, this should be the season of lush leaves, and you can smell the fragrance of flowers from afar, but now looking at this appearance, if you want to eat the fruit this year, I am afraid it will be difficult.

The two of them then walked around twice, and there was nothing special, just a little messy, a little messy, and a little more cobwebs.

Fortunately, Ling Jiang Ya'er also grew up in the countryside, and people in the city may dislike this appearance in every way, but for them, it's just a matter of bothering to clean up.

The two of them worked from morning to evening, and only then did they barely sweep the yard and the cobwebs in the house. Seeing that it was about to get dark, the two had to stop first. With such a large yard, it is impossible to clean up in two or three days. Besides, there is nothing in it, and you have to buy mats and bedding to come back, not only that, but also sprinkle some realgar powder to repel insects, which has not lived for too long, and the smell is a little heavy.

Before leaving, the two also poured two buckets of water on the pear tree in the yard.

That night, the two found an inn nearby to stay, and early the next morning, Ling Jiang changed into Confucian clothes, stepped on the morning light and went to Guozijian, as for the key to the courtyard, he also handed it over to Ya'er and asked her to clean it alone.

Although Ling Jiang did not attend morning classes with other bachelors, when he walked in the courtyard, there were still many passers-by who pointed at him in private. People have self-esteem, and this cold and sudden outsider came in, and he still came in by walking relationships, so he would naturally be excluded by others.

The point is, this newcomer doesn't have a sword in his hand!

The white-clothed Confucian wears a three-foot sword, which is almost the standard configuration of the Guozijian Bachelor, but Ling Jiang's hand is empty.

He has a sword, but he doesn't have a scabbard.

Fortunately, Ling Jiang was already accustomed to this kind of cynicism when he was in Pinghai Town, so he didn't feel anything, and according to the route pointed out by Chang Sheng yesterday, he came to the door of a study.

The study had an open door, and there were hundreds of books neatly arranged on the shelves.

Yi Changyuan sat quietly in front of a chessboard, holding a scroll and reading with relish.

Ling Jiang stepped forward and knocked on the door twice, "Student Ling Jiang pays a visit to the teacher." ”

"Come in. Yi Siye didn't look back, holding the chess pieces in one hand and the book in the other.

Ling Jiang walked in lightly and stood straight in the middle of the study.

"Sit. Yi Changyuan pointed to the opposite position of the chessboard and said in a deep voice.

Ling Jiang also thought that Yi Changyuan was going to teach him to read and write some esoteric ancient poetry books. Who knew that the first thing I asked him was, "Do you know how to play chess?"

Ling Jiang replied honestly: "I know a little bit of the rules, but I have never played against others." ”

Yi Changyuan looked at the book casually, glanced at Ling Jiang intentionally or unintentionally, and said with his other hand in a gesture of invitation: "Zhibai first." ”

Yi Changyuan's words made Ling Jiang confused, didn't he say that he would have a good morning class? How did he come here to play chess? Or is this a characteristic of Guozijian, he has to play chess instead of reading in the morning class?

Despite all the doubts in his heart, Ling Jiang didn't dare to refute it, so he had to honestly pick up a white chess piece.

This game of chess ended quickly, and in less than three moments, Ling Jiang was completely defeated.

The so-called complete defeat means that there is not even a place on the entire chessboard to fall. The black pressed black chess pieces were like dark clouds, enveloping the humble and pitiful two or three white pieces from all directions.

Ling Jiang admits defeat and is about to pack up the chessboard, but Yi Changyuan stops him and asks, "You may review?"

Ling Jiang thought for a moment and nodded, "Try it, student." ”

Ling Jiang's memory is still quite good, but the first time he came into contact with such a complex chessboard, there were still many mistakes in it, but they were all pointed out by Yi Changyuan. But the problem is that Yi Changyuan just pointed out what was wrong, and he didn't say clearly where this chess piece would fall.

Therefore, it took Ling Jiang nearly two hours to review this game of chess from beginning to end.

In a flash, noon is approaching.

Yi Changyuan put down the book in his hand, glanced at the chessboard that was exactly the same as the last piece he fell this morning, and nodded: "That's the end of today, you can go back, remember that you have to come early tomorrow, you have to come here four minutes before the hour, if you are more than one hour late, you don't have to come in." ”

Yi Changyuan's words are very clear, there are so many things he teaches Ling Jiang, one less day, you will learn less, as for the final amount of learning, it is up to you to decide. After all, this was Su Qiuhe's request, and he Yi Changyuan was just entrusted by others.

Of course, Ling Jiang didn't think that Yi Changyuan would just ask him to play chess, if that was the case, then there would be nothing remarkable about this Guozijian.

It's just that what makes Ling Jiang distressed is that during the morning class every day, he happened to collide with Ziqi Donglai, which made him unable to exhale Na Ling, and he had some small regrets. To practice martial arts, what you need is perseverance, and it will not affect you for a day or two, but if you continue to repeat yourself like this, you will only make yourself more and more lazy.

Ling Jiang bought two bowls of noodles on the side of the street, and when he returned to the house in Anxingfang, Ya'er was wiping the door panel with a rag. It's only been half a day, and the lifeless mansion has become much brighter, or at least it looks cleaner than yesterday.

"Childe, come and see that Tang Pear Tree!" Ya'er saw Ling Jiang coming back, and immediately pulled him to the Tang Pear Tree, Ya'er pointed to a small green leaf rising from a branch, although it was only the size of a fingernail, but it was indeed the only new green on the whole tree.

"After only one watering, new leaves will grow. "I believe it won't be long before it comes back to life." ”

In this regard, Ling Jiang couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "Ya'er, why do you like this begonia pear tree so much?"

"Hee-hee, this is Ya'er's secret, Childe can't know it yet. Ya'er said with the most smile on her face.

Ling Jiang didn't ask any further, the two of them ate the noodles and continued to clean up.

In the next few days, Ling Jiang began to get up at midnight every day, washed up briefly, ate a coarse cake, and hurried to the academy of Guozijian. On the second day, Ling Jiang stopped playing chess, but learned how to play the qin.

On the third day, Ling Jiang learned to paint, although the things he painted were different, but he was still forced by Yi Changyuan to paint all morning.

After leaving Guozijian on this day, Ling Jiang vaguely guessed that Yi Changyuan was going to call him Qinqi, calligraphy and painting.

But when he came to Guozijian on the morning of the fourth day, what was in front of him was not pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, but a blank chessboard. Yes, just like on the first day, the two played a game and then spent almost two hours reviewing it.

Playing chess, playing the piano, and painting once in a row, only one practice every day.

In a flash, seven days passed.

In the past seven days, Ling Jiang didn't feel that his chess skills had improved much, and his painting skills were even more unimpressive, which made him unable to guess what Yi Changyuan wanted him to do.

But one thing to be happy about is that Ling Jiang and Ya'er have finally moved into the clean yard that has been cleaned inside and out. Originally, Ling Jiang wanted to buy a pair of artillery battles to come back, but after thinking about it, this was the former residence of General Yulin Lang after all, so it was not easy to make it too grand.

So he asked Ya'er to cook a table of good dishes and invited Chang Sheng and Yi Changyuan to have a meal. Yi Changyuan naturally refused on the spot, and in the end, only Chang Sheng came alone.

After eating dinner and sending Chang Sheng away, Ling Jiang wandered around the yard alone, and inadvertently found that the tang pear tree in the yard seemed to be a little wrong.

But what was wrong, Ling Jiang couldn't say, he only saw the new green on the branches, and the spring was getting late.