A July rain, the mud cleared, the people dispersed, and time seemed to speed up.

Li Minghui felt that he had worked harder than ordinary people, Mu Xiandao and approached the immortal Dao, but from the unfathomable innkeeper to the white-clothed immortal customer who escaped from the dust, he passed by twice in a row, and he just lacked a little luck.

Is bad luck also a fault?

The unblessed seem to have passed the opportunity, and they still can't stay.

We got together in the rain that day, drank so much wine that I had never drunk before, saw the rain that had never been so heavy, and sent away the people who were with me, but I still buried what I wanted to say. That night, the boy sat straight until the sun went away, and the stars were sparse on the summer night, until the stone bench seemed cold at night, and the boy returned to the room in a daze, and he felt heavy.

When I went out of the house at dawn, I dragged my hangover and thirsty body to clean up the courtyard, and I accidentally found that the stove canopy that customers used as an excuse to go home when they were in the courtyard was really leaking this time. On top of the earthen stove, two ugly gaps were poured out by the rain.

The courtyard is empty, so it is still in the world.

As if he had lost the courage to continue repairing the yard, the boy squatted on the ground, stunned. It took a long time to scoop out a large scoop of water from the water tank, drink two scoops of water, and then continue in a daze.

This morning, Li Ming-hui did not go to the inn to be on duty, and he was absent from work for more than a day, so the steward who took the lead should have been scolded for a while, right? Then what reason should we find to go home and repair the stove? This small courtyard belongs to Li Ming-ai and Ah Qing, and Li Ming-hui can be left alone, but the small courtyard cannot be left unattended. The excuse of repairing the canopy has been used before, and this time to tell the truth, the truth seems to be made up. Life is so interesting.

At noon, the young man sat up from the spot, rinsed his mouth and cleaned his face to eliminate the smell of alcohol, locked the courtyard door, and ran all the way to the Pearl Spring Inn. The steward surnamed Yang, who had a goatee, was really furious, sneered at the young man, and shouted that Li Minghui should directly roll up the cover and roll up! This Pearl Spring Inn is also a well-known territory in Linzi City, what kind of place do you Li Minghui regard this place as? Who does he think of Steward Yang, and let you say that a little thing will disappear when it disappears?

The young man smiled with a smile on his face, there was no sadness in his eyes, and he no longer made all kinds of excuses, at this time, admitting his mistake was that the excuse was useless. The steward was still unrelenting, and made up his mind to show Li Ming's killing of chickens and monkeys to the other guys in the courtyard, but the steward surnamed Yang was called away halfway, and when he came back, his face was cloudy. Taking advantage of no one's attention, the young man handed over a pot of "inverted hanging well" fairy wine that Pei Wenhu bought yesterday and did not finish drinking, and the steward surnamed Yang glanced at the unopened Zhenbo Building emblem, and couldn't fake it, a trace of surprise and joy flashed in his eyes, and then he pretended to scold again, and kicked Li Ming's ass meat "hard" twice before leaving, saying that he would double the punishment of the young man's day, and this matter would be regarded as the past. Let the two guys who don't deal with Li Minghui on weekdays, and who are passing by at this time pretending to be coy, but actually want to take a good look at Li Minghui's jokes, were stunned.

Li Minghui got up from the ground, slapped off the dirt that he had deliberately fallen, and smiled at his two colleagues.

In the days that followed, Li Minghui did things honestly from the inn, changed his previous lofty and far-sighted attitude, and did not slack off because of missing the opportunity, but became more diligent, and there was no trace of mistakes. Let the steward surnamed Yang, who was called away and admonished by the boss to "punish at will and not be dismissed", and received a pot of precious fairy wine far beyond the identity of the teenager, and was impressed by the young man, but he couldn't figure out where he came from. After several temptations, he even hinted that the pot of "inverted hanging well" was very enjoyable to drink, but the amount was too small, and the young man pretended to be stupid and stunned, and he didn't say anything. The steward surnamed Yang no longer cares about it, just that this poor boy in Xicheng has some adventure and made a small windfall, but it shouldn't be that there is suddenly something to provoke in the background.

The most important thing for those who are in charge at the bottom is not how good they can do things, but to know which people around them can move and which people can't. Otherwise, it is easy to capsize in the gutter, and you can no longer be a prestige.

In July, the fire flowed, and the glow traveled westward.

The most unbearable "autumn tiger" was rampant in the world for a period of time after the heavy rain, and was shattered by several light rains, and the sky really turned cold.

The Lulu birds, which have always gathered in many places in the city and sang high, have gradually become scarce, and they should have begun to sparsely accompany and go to the southern countries and even farther Danzhu Continent to spend the winter. The boy had heard an interesting story that these wild goose birds, which were called lulu birds in the north, had a completely inconsistent name in the south called "angelica", because in the warm southern countries, their call would change from "lulu" to "return". It is also said that those strong lulu birds that can cross the ocean, if they are tired of flying over the vast ocean, they will plunge into the water and turn into big fish, prey on fish and shrimp to satisfy their hunger, and then turn into lulu birds again after resting and burrow into the nine skies. Those boat people in the South China Sea who went out to fish all swore that they had seen big fish out of the water and fowl, as evidence.

Short clothes for long clothes.

Halfway through July, Li Mingwei and Aqing said that they would write to Aqing as soon as they settled down, explaining what Luzhu said about "liking others", but Aqing, who followed Xu Sikui to Mushanzong, has no news. Instead, Dong Luzhu, who went to the Nishan School Palace, sent two letters to Mr. Han's school, some of which were specifically addressed to Li Minghui.

The letter said that here in the school palace, she studied under a gentleman surnamed Cheng, who was very kind to people and very good at learning, but he was a little rigid in talking about things, not as interesting as Mr. Han, and the senior brothers and brothers in the school palace also loved her very much, and she was not estranged and rejected because of her humble background. She asked Li Minghui to have time to go to Beicheng to visit her two parents, both of whom were two lonely and widowed old people who used to accompany her from time to time, and they no longer had children and grandchildren by their side, and they often lacked people to accompany them. She also asked Brother Aqing if he had written to Li Minghui, she had written twice to Mu Shanzong from the School Palace, but there was no reply-

Li Mingwei suddenly found that it is good for the people around him to be far away, some immediate things do not need to be covered up at all times, and the small sadness will be digested and digested by themselves.

Distance often lengthens time, and time leaves enough room for the mind. So we place our affection on the people we care about thousands of miles away, because we don't have to act all the time.

It was also a good feeling to wait.

The boy remembers that when he was a child, the sun passed very slowly. Cars, horses, and mail roads are slow, in the world of children, it takes more than half a day to walk from the north gate to the west of the city, if you go out of the city, go to the nearest Pengcheng in Linzi, and it takes two or three days to go back and forth.

At that time, there were also rune cars, but they were not popular. There is no cheap black horse public ride, and ordinary people have to rely on two legs to go out, and if anyone has an ox cart or horse-drawn carriage for business, it will not look good. There are very few Xi and Shi, and the neighbors are reluctant to light the lamp at night because the lamp oil is too expensive, and the moonlight is the best candle. Rich families light bright lanterns when they travel on weekdays, and Xicheng, where there are very few lights, is mostly run around with children holding on to various small lanterns during the New Year's Festival.

On the same day, how is it that the world of children is not the same as the world of adults? Even if people do not grow up, the time that passes is not the same as the time that is present. Is someone controlling time?

Huai is old in the yellow people, but the mountains and rivers are slow.

Li Minghui was afraid that he would be a little sad and endure, so he only picked happy things and wrote them on the letter, and the same was true of the green beads on the other end of the letter. She and Aqing are both new to Xindi, and they are not familiar with the place, and if they are really bullied, they probably don't want to talk to anyone. The boy asked a few questions vaguely in the reply, not only not to show that he didn't trust the green beads, but also to learn the real situation of the girl in the school palace. Li Mingwei also said that he had no news from Ah Qing, and he had been to the Fushui Silver Building several times to inquire, but he couldn't even see a familiar face, and it seemed that the people on the Fushui Building had changed up and down overnight. The teenager worried, but it was useless to worry. Cultivation sects like Nishan School Palace and Mushan Sect, if there is no initiative to write a letter and stamp it with a unique mark, ordinary people have no way to send letters directly to the Xianjia sect.

Pei Wenhu also came to Li Mingwei a few times after that, but the two of them were together and they didn't know where to go together, what the eldest young master of the Pei family wanted to play Li Mingwei didn't think it was appropriate for him to follow an inn buddy, and Pei Wenhu was not interested in what Li Minghui was busy with. I want to sit down and have a drink together, one looks at each other boring, the other thinks the other party is boring, and he doesn't talk much, so he gradually fades away.

It is strange that some people talk happily when they are in the presence of others, and when they are alone, they are annoyed to see each other.

A friend's friend is not necessarily your own friend. What's more, Li Minghui didn't think that Ah Qing and Lu Zhu were familiar with him. Listening to the young man singing "Life is short and urgent" in the rain that day, I can probably feel the unfreedom in the heart of this young master of the Pei family, who has a strict family education and cannot be independent in marriage, and has a little sympathy, but it is limited to sympathy.

On the day of the summer season, when the innkeepers were not busy in the evening, they gathered all the men who were not on duty, and bought a few ducks and medicinal tea from the inn for the handymen to drink and eat together. The biggest advantage of doing things in the big trading industry is these additional benefits, these businesses dealing with the gods on the mountain, there is really no shortage of money under the mountain, whenever there is a seasonal solar term, some corresponding wine and food will be prepared for the guys to "meet the season". Anyway, the stewards are happy to see the money allocated from above, and as long as they are not greedy for alcohol and misconduct, or find a reason to take leave for food and drink, they will be allowed to go. As for how many layers of money were put into their pockets by a few stewards, it was another matter.

Eating sheep in the heat and ducks in the summer is a saying handed down by the elders for many years. It is said that because mutton is best eaten in Futian, and the body of dog days is hot, drinking mutton soup at this time, and drinking chili oil, vinegar and garlic into the stomach at the same time, it is inevitable that the whole body is sweating profusely, so the heat is "drinking summer sheep". On the contrary, the weather turns cooler, and the heat disappears on this day, at this time it is necessary to eat stewed duck with radish to nourish the body. In addition, it is necessary to decoction medicinal tea, eat bitterness in autumn, and make up for the five bodies. Li Minghui has listened to these exquisiteness since he was a child, but it wasn't until he came to the inn that he really felt what the "rules" that the rich had leaked out.

The guys' dinner stewards are not involved, and the wine provided is often turbid wine with a low degree to prevent the wine from making a big mistake. The two large tables were gathered in the side courtyard reserved for the boys in the Pearl Spring Garden, and the room was filled with the heat of the radish and duck soup, and the men discussed which girl in Chunfangzhai had the most chests, and the widow Xu in the east of the city and the old girl Yan in the north of the city, who had more "fierce" bed skills, and it was said that the old girl Yan was stronger, because she was possessed by the fox spirit from outside the city when she was young. The older guy taught Li Ming-ai a few young guys who were obviously still young children what to pay attention to on the first night, but it really didn't work, so he called them together and demonstrated on the spot to help. A few honest handymen who don't talk much on weekdays may suddenly blush, and they also tell a few meat jokes.

Everyone laughed, shouted "drink to win", and walked together from the Hongmeng Continent Taixi countries from the clinking glasses, the wine bowl clanged, and drank it all. Li Minghui didn't talk much, everyone laughed when they laughed, and everyone drank when they drank, and when they should be embarrassed, they blushed.

I was surrounded by people discussing topics I didn't like, and I had to smile and look away, so loneliness came from all directions and swallowed me.

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Three thousand miles away, the night fog was hazy, and the mountains were like beasts.

Two monks with hats rode tall horses through the mountains and forests. In this year, even in the Guizhan Continent, where the luck of the human race is at its peak, there are often ghosts and monsters in the mountains and forests far away from the human city, and ordinary people only dare to walk along the official roads opened up by various countries when they travel long distances. At this time, the mountain fog is filled, the wind is cold and the stones are slippery, and it is of course not a mortal to be able to walk in the fog at night at this time.

The two monks each carried a long pole with an elbow, and hung a lantern inscribed with a nocturnal talisman that could "deter" ordinary yin objects from afar, and swayed from side to side as the horses went. The two of them were not alone, they were led by seven or eight "people" with long iron chains, there were low-level demon clans, there were fallen people, and there were two indigenous Kunlun slaves captured from Raozhou, Xinnan, with different heights and heights, and their hands and feet were shackled, followed by the two hats.

The anklets were cold and heavy, striking with the rocks and clanging.

The strange rocks and trees beside the road flickered with the lights and shadows, and the two riders led the way with hanging lights, and the two rows of "people" who were tied by iron chains had wooden eyes, and they walked forward in the fog, like corpses and ghosts.

A good-looking eyebrow furrowed, a wind lamp stopped, and the one at the back of the two turned his horse's head, ran to the back of the group in small steps, pulled out a thick copper rod with nails at the tip from under his robe, and struck the back of the strong demon clan at the end of the group. He kept scolding: "Count the most you eat, and give Lao Tzu the slowest walk!"

The demon youth who was just standing upright with his shoulders at the level of the face of the man on horseback did not answer, but just raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head, and his steps became bigger.

The thin man in front of him didn't look back, "Okay, okay, isn't it just that he punched you during the shift change, as for holding such a grudge? He can't remember beating him now, so why bother with this idleness." ”

"He's beaten this time? You can try it? I still have pain in my thoracic vertebrae. ”

The round-faced middle-aged man with a nail stick in his hand beat himself a few times before he accepted the copper stick and drove the horse to follow the predecessor, he smiled, "You don't know, it's just that you can't remember it and can't pay it back, and it's only happy to fight." The brain can't remember, but the body has sense, the soul is scared and the body is scared, and the body also has a memory. Tsk, this is like a little girl's skin who can shout, scream, hear and touch blindfolded, but her body is crispy and soft and can't move, and it is the most moving when she is lewd!"

The tall and thin hats glanced at him and didn't care. The round-faced man muttered that you don't understand the music here, humming a yellow tune from nowhere, leisurely.

The tall and thin man suddenly reined in his horse, let the man next to him silence, and quickly cocked a large crossbow from his side and lifted it forward.

The fog ahead is bright, as usual.

Then a lantern emerged far away through the night, obscured by the trees, and disappeared.

and creaking from far and near.

The man shouted, "Who is pretending to be a ghost?" ”

A gong-like voice came from the other side of the mist: "Don't! Don't do it! I'm a good man!"

As the lantern drew nearer, a large black shadow appeared, and then the fog thinned, and a dilapidated carriage came out of the fog, creaking and creaking, and the lantern that had just hung in the air and was faintly extinguished was swaying back and forth in the corner of the carriage. In the car, sitting cross-legged sat an old man, shaking his hands back and forth.

The tall and thin man glanced at the carriage, there was a bamboo pole with excellent toughness on the roof, and a huge old gourd hung down at the end, painted with a conspicuous word "medicine", and the gourd jumped with the movement of the carriage, which was very cute.

The man asked, "Someone from the doctor's house?"

The old man in the carriage had a large and bare forehead, fish bubble eyes, and a plaster on his temple, and his appearance was very memorable. With a smile and a mouthful of big yellow teeth, he replied, "Yes, yes, yes!"

The hat-taker still didn't move, but he breathed a sigh of relief. After the magic is universal, all the sons and hundreds of schools can combine their own methods to enter the Tao, and the doctor is the most indisputable faction among them. The main reason is that the practice of doctors is really to "save people from all over the world", and they always travel around on weekdays, looking for herbs to save people. Moreover, in the eyes of the doctor, there is no superior good or evil, whether it is a loose cultivator or a sect immortal master, and even some "evil demons and foreign ways" or even mountain spirits-water monsters, the children of the doctor will also come to the rescue, for them, medical life is practice. Therefore, it has an excellent reputation in the mountains, and except for encountering herbs in the wild, it will hardly have disputes with other monks.

The hatshoppers didn't let their guard down. The world is big, and it is really strange that the barren mountains and wild mountains happened to meet such a strange-looking old doctor.

The old man introduced himself: "My name is Jin San, a poor man in Youfang." The two are the brothers of the Ji family? Mr. Pile, who took people from Caozhou City?"

Mr. Pile, according to legend, originated from the mortal world of the southwestern countries, can ban the sanity of people or monsters without hindering the movement of the body, making "people as ignorant as piles". It is often passed down by blood, and there are not many of them in the cultivation world, but there are many secret methods that hurt people, which are very difficult, and because of the special secret methods, they often help some family sects to do some escort slave trading, and even directly become human traffickers who resell the degenerate.

The two hat-takers narrowed their eyes and did not answer.

The old man Jin San smiled haha, "It's okay, it's okay." The detective glanced at the long line behind him and said, "Brother, I'm just asking you a few words from the people behind you, and one of them has what I want in his mouth." ”

There is no elder or younger in practice, but the politeness of the living is still the title of external appearance, and the old man calls himself the elder brother when he meets, which is very shameless.

The round-faced man asked, "Just asking?"

Jin San nodded seriously and said, "So I bothered the old brother to put away the boning flying knife in his sleeve, and this kind of hospitality scared the little brother." ”

The old man shouted to the two rows of people behind him, "Have any of you ever done something from the Zhou family pharmacy in Caozhou City?"

No one answered.

Jin Sanyi patted his head, "Forget Liao." What is it convenient for two old brothers?"

The brothers of the Ji family glanced at each other, and the round-faced one took off the lamp on the side of the horse, tinkered with something, and said, "Okay." ”

The old man shouted at the crowd twice more at the top of his voice, and finally a childish voice answered, "I did." ”

Jin San took off the lantern hanging in the corner of his car, got out of the car with trembling feet, held the lantern and looked at them one by one, and finally stopped in front of a skinny fallen boy.

Jin San asked: "Shopkeeper Xue of the Zhou family's pharmacy, do you know where you went?"

The boy replied, "I don't know." But I have a good nose and can find it. ”

Some fallen people still have some natural powers of the ancient demon clan.

The old man immediately shouted: "Big brother, how can this little brother sell?"

A tall and thin hat-taker's cold voice came from behind him: "Not for sale." ”

The old man sighed, "Don't mind, everyone is a businessman, so it's easy to talk about and discuss!"

When he turned around, the tall and thin man who had never put down the crossbow had already driven his horse behind the old man, condescendingly, and aimed the crossbow arrow at the old man's forehead.

The man said, "I said, don't sell it." ”

Jin San's face turned yellow, and he asked: "Brother Ji, Brother Ji, I'm just talking about a deal, do you really plan to kill someone, or just scare me?"

The tall and thin pile catcher decided not to listen to this eccentric and ugly rambling anymore, and was about to pull the trigger directly.

Jin San sighed: "Okay. ”

A flying sword flew out of the old man's body out of nowhere, pierced into the face of the tall and thin man at close range, and directly lifted the skull, flying red and white in the mist.

The horses were frightened and tossed the man's body to the ground.

At the same time, a huge scythe quietly appeared in the mist beside the road, and suddenly flew closer, cutting the neck of the round-faced man and horse that drove the flying knife out of the cuff and cut it horizontally. The flying sword followed, burrowing into the man's arms in the blink of an eye, locking the internal valve.

The man fell from his horse, his legs crushed to the ground by the fallen horse, his neck bleeding, and two distinct cracking sounds. The man let out a deafening cry of pain and a barrage of foul language.

The old man shook his head and said, "I just want to do business." ”

Leaned over and asked the young man kindly: "I'll ask again, are you sure you can find Shopkeeper Xue?"

The fallen boy was already frightened and his legs were paralyzed, but he still held his body and replied confidently, "I remember his taste, yes." ”

The old man nodded in satisfaction, turned his head and shouted, "Deal!"

One of the brothers surnamed Ji in the wailing scolded angrily: "I slot your ancestor!"

Jin San rubbed his ears and began to settle the accounts by himself: "A thin and depraved doll will give you thirty old fox money at the market price, and that little brother is too smelly I don't want him to ride in my car, since your brother shouldn't need that horse, then add fifteen more, which is a total ...... I said, can you be quieter? Forty-five old fox money, fair trade, Tong Su is not bullied. ”

The old man took out the green coins and counted them one by one to put them in the ear of the round-faced man.

The pile driver surnamed Ji shouted: "You still killed my brother!"

The old man explained very seriously: "I killed him because he wanted to kill me, I'm sorry to kill your horse, but I'm really afraid that you will accidentally do something stupid, so that I have no one to trade." ”

Jin San touched the round-faced man and found the key to open the shackles for the fallen boy. The boy's back and ankles were covered with blood, bones were visible, and his upper body was wrapped only in a coarse cloth blanket. The old man said, "Little brother, if I were you, I would go and rip off the dead man's clothes and put them on myself." ”

Under the curses of the round-faced man, the boy changed into all the clothes of the dead thin man, put on a hat, endured the sharp pain in his ankle, and turned on his horse.

There was a hint of approval in the old man's eyes. Turning the head of the car with difficulty, hanging up the lantern and leaving, he suddenly remembered something and threw the shackle key to the strong demon clan at the end of the line.

Jin San smiled and said, "You have two choices now, one is to pick up that old brother surnamed Ji, and then take the money on the ground and carry it to the nearest town to treat his injuries, well, it's almost more than thirty miles away, and then wait for him to recover from his injuries and continue to take you to Hunliang Mountain to sell you one by one to the wealthy families of the major sects." There is another option, you now unshackle yourself, do what you want to him lying on the ground, and then leave the world as your home. A kind reminder, there is a demon clan lair in the mountains two hundred miles to the northwest, and you can go to it. As for the two of you...... Hey, do you understand what I'm saying?"

In the middle of the team, a man and a woman, two Kunlun slaves in Xinnanraozhou, who were dark-skinned and sturdy as bears, stared at the old man blankly with four big white eyes in the dark night.

Jin San gave up: "Forget it, what's the matter with love." "I'm going to leave by car.

As a result, he was still not at ease, so he poked his head out of the car and turned around and shouted: "Oh yes, in case you don't know the way, it's northwest over there!"

The carriage creaked, and gourds and lanterns with the word medicine written on them jumped. The boy with the hat followed behind the carriage and was really far away.

Two rows of chained slaves turned their heads and sent each other away.

Then Qi Brush turned his head to look at the round-faced pile driver on the ground who was crushed by the horse corpse.

The man who had been wailing and scolding suddenly stopped.

No one made a sound, only seven or eight shackles approached step by step.

The man said in a trembling voice: "Zhang Datou, I fed you an extra apple yesterday!"

The stout monster picked up the brass stick.

On the carriage, the old man Jin San, who had already walked away, looked up at the full moon with only a vague silhouette left in the dense fog, and said, "The moonlight is so good tonight." ”

This old man of "Jin San", who actually has an orthodox Confucian heritage, lowered his head and snorted, "Two head traffickers, do you dare to call Mr."

The fallen boy with a hat, half a horse behind the carriage, was silent. The untied shackles were not discarded, but were wrapped around the boy's wrist.

The old man turned his head and smiled, "Little brother, what's your name?"

The timid voice under the hat: "My name is Bai Nu." ”

The old man nodded, "Good name." ”

The old man hummed a ballad: "The big sleeves are staggering, the little dance is Yan Yan, the outstanding is stunning, hazy as the moon-"

"Jin San" brushed his hand from his face, and where was the old man with a round forehead and yellow teeth, revealing a young and good-looking face.

Under the hat, a pair of stunned eyes sparkled.

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Linzi City.

Li Mingwei, who had just finished being on duty in the first half of the night, looked up at a round of white full moon, a little distracted.

These times, he is more and more reticent when he doesn't like to talk, but his smile is brighter, more attentive and more thoughtful when facing guests. Instead, the backyard steward who received a bottle of fairy wine was very praised.

The two of them who had been looking at Li Ming's unpleasant eyes in the front building only felt that this kid seemed to be hugging the thigh of the steward Ning, and they had made up their minds to give him a few trips, but they didn't dare to act rashly.

Harvest the mulberry elm.

Perhaps the synonym of growth is called not getting hopeful.

The boy carried the lantern and walked along the winding path in the garden all the way back to his room.

As he walked quickly, a tall and thin figure stood on the familiar stone bridge.

The figure said: "Li Minghui, follow me." ”

The unknown young man was stunned, and followed the figure silently to the water pavilion far away from the road.

The innkeeper, who always holds a pot of hot tea, opened the door and asked, "How long have you been at the inn?"

The boy replied: "Since I came to Linzi at the age of eight, I have been working in the inn for four years. ”

The shopkeeper asked again: "Do you want to cultivate immortals?"

The young man's heart was pounding, and he said, "I think about it." ”

The shopkeeper pondered for a while: "There is an immortal chief with a very high status, who has recently traveled a long distance and needs a smart and clever personal servant to do chores, and the steward recommended you to me." It doesn't have to be, but you can try. ”

The young man thought for a while and knelt on the ground: "Mingwei knows that there is also a fairy gate on the inn, and Mingwei has been doing things in the garden since he was a child, and it is not very good, but he also has feelings for our inn." Mingwei would rather worship the upper sect and do things in a down-to-earth manner. ”

The shopkeeper suddenly sneered.

The boy's heart sank.

The shopkeeper said: "Don't dare, don't dare, the temple is small and can't afford the big Bodhisattva." ”

took a sip of tea and asked again: "Fushui Yinlou, that big guy named Chen Qingzhi, is familiar with you?"

Li Minghui said honestly: "We have known each other since childhood and grew up together. It's just that I haven't been in touch lately. ”

The tall and thin shopkeeper said: "I won't tell you, Chen Qingzhi was recently accepted into Furuzong. It didn't take long for the entire mountain gate of Furuzong to be surrounded by Jiang Chuguo's Mo family and the sect was destroyed. You know what?"

Li Mingwei's eyes were blank.

The shopkeeper said: "The rabbit is dead and the fox is sad." Something so big, of course I'm going to look into it. Five years ago, you two dolls came to Linzi City together, Chen Qingzhi arrived at Fushui Building, and you came to my Pearl Spring. I don't care if it's a coincidence or something else, I just know that my snake grass mountain is not like my husband, the great cause of the sect is deep, and even if the sect is destroyed, there is still a sect that can help rein in the future. ”

"You have been working in the garden for all these years, and at a young age, you have admired the fairy fate. It's not that I don't know, but I really understand a little bit of your mind when I take the exam. But now, I also said it directly, either you follow this Taoist immortal who has a great relationship with my snake grass mountain for a long time, but can you enter his old man's eyes, from now on you are immortal or mortal, immortal or untimely death, you take care of your own fortune and misfortune, and I have nothing to do with the Pearl Spring Inn. Either you will be an innkeeper in the garden, or at most you will be a carefree steward for the rest of your life, and I will ensure that you earn a stable and hard-working money. ”

The innkeeper bowed his head and smiled: "What?

The boy was silent.

The shopkeeper patted the young man on the shoulder, "Don't be so serious, both are good things." Fate and stability have not been able to have both since ancient times, but not everyone is qualified to choose, and clearly knows that they are 'choosing'. Don't rush to answer, you think about it, tell me in the next two days. ”

The tall and thin figure left leisurely.

The boy remained on his knees for a while.

The bamboo shadow is rustling, the water is murmuring, and the bright moon is silent.

Li Mingwei stood up, picked up the lantern, walked a few steps slowly, and walked towards the side courtyard. But he suddenly changed his mind, called the garden gate, and walked all the way to the big lake in the city.

A garden by the lake was built by a county envoy in the previous dynasty when he founded the county school, and was later opened as a public garden by the first county governor of the Dalu Dynasty. It's just that even so, there are very few ordinary people in and out of it, and most of them are pastimes and excursions for high-ranking officials and wealthy families.

Li Minghui knew this place, or had heard the customer, a "guest" who had just arrived in Linzi City, mentioned that there was a pavilion hidden in the bamboo on the highest rockery, and the scenery was excellent, especially suitable for solitude.

The night is late and the moon is cold, and there is no one in the garden.

Teenager carrying lanterns to climb the mountain.

The customer didn't lie.

Li Mingwei looked down at the side of the pavilion, and behind the tight old bamboo bushes was a steep mountain wall, and a quiet waterhole below, reflecting the fire in the cage and the moon in the sky.

The young man blew out the candle that had almost been lit, sat on the stone bench in the pavilion, and pondered quietly.

Li Minghui never expected that even if Aqing had left, there would still be aftermath of the matter, and it would affect him. As a result, the Pearl Spring Inn, which he didn't have much hope for, completely lost the opportunity.

After all, it is the nature of a teenager, and it is not realistic to say that there is no resentment at all. But the boy didn't blame Aqing, but became more and more worried. If the shopkeeper can be suspicious from the fact that the two of them entered the city at the same time, what about the others? He has not heard from him for too long.

All along, Aqing can walk ahead of me in everything.

Cultivation is, growth is, and even gaining the hearts of girls.

And why is it a green bead?

Why don't you like green beads?

If you like green beads too, I'll be happy too!

Many years ago, the two made an appointment to go to Xianlu together, to tell the world what was in the hearts of the two children outside Linzi City.

But now that he has just taken the first step, the Aqing who is lying in his arms and crying bitterly, repeating "I want to drink", Li Minghui has never seen it. Ah Qing said that people will change, but they will never change back to the past.

Mr. Han once said a word unintentionally in the school, revenge is like drinking into the belly, but looking forward to the death of others.

Li Mingwei didn't understand it before, but he remembered it, but now he has seen Aqing who is crying, but he understands it a little.

The young man drew two lines in front of him, one long and shallow, drawing towards the moon in the sky outside the pavilion, and the other short and deep, pointing to the candle that had been extinguished.

Grievances are also worried.

Gain and loss.

In the pavilion, it was dark, and no one would notice that a teenager was hiding here.

Outside the park, the lights gradually went out, and Linzi City gradually fell asleep.

The boy was sleepless until dawn.

Li Minghui ran to the house of his grandmother in the west of the city early in the morning with red eyes, helped the old man fetch two large jars of water, and after breakfast together, Li Minghui drank two bowls of gruel with pickles.

When parting, Grandma Gongsun stroked Li Mingwei's cheeks with her withered hands, and the old man's fingers were moist but cold and hard.

The old man said, "Ming cub, have you thought about it?"

The boy was stunned and nodded.

Another synonym for growth may be "Mo looks the way".

The little granddaughter Guoguo pounced and hugged Li Mingwei's legs.

When I walked out of the courtyard, it was already dawn.

The morning light shines warmly from the sky, casting a circle of golden light on the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree outside the old man's home.

The boy found that there were already ginkgo biloba leaves that had begun to turn yellow. Sparsely scattered all over the ground.

In a few months, when the leaves of the tree are all yellow, there will be a young master and young lady in the east and south of the city, with the family to enslave, prohibiting the surrounding people from sweeping the fallen leaves, and coming to Xicheng, which will not set foot once a year, to enjoy the yellow leaves all over the city, right?

Ginkgo biloba never loses autumn.

(9510 words.) The most historical. ）