In Young Master Bai's courtyard, the younger brother is holding an iron sword, the craftsmanship is ordinary, the material is average, and if you look closely, it is rusty and mottled.

Young Master Bai is not short of money, and the younger brother is not short of money, it stands to reason that if the younger brother wants a sword, he should be able to get a good sword. But now the sword in the younger brother's hand is too shabby.

The younger brother danced his sword in the rain and never got tired of it. It was as if this rusty sword was his treasure.

For him, this sword is indeed the most precious treasure, the most precious treasure in the world.

Since the first time Young Master Bai saw his little brother, this sword has always followed his little brother, but Young Master Bai has never seen him pull it out, and under the delicate scabbard, it turned out to be such a broken iron sword. Young Master Bai naturally knew the origin of this sword, and he also knew the owner of this sword, but he never broke it.

The younger brother followed him for five years, and in the past five years, he never said that he wanted to learn swords, even if the person in front of him was the seven swords of the new generation of the Shushan Sword Sect, he had never asked Young Master Bai for advice on one and a half moves.

Now that the autumn rain is lingering, the younger brother is indignant and pulls out the iron sword, but it is already rusty.

"Do you want to learn swords?" asked Young Master Bai leaning against the window and looking at the little brother in the rain.

"Yes. "The younger brother used the body technique taught by Young Master Bai, like a swimming dragon, shuttling in the rain.

"I'll teach you. Young Master Bai said.

"Don't learn from you. ”

"Do you want to learn from Shushan?"

"I don't want to learn anything about you. The younger brother replied.

Young Master Bai smiled: "Except for the little brother, do you have any other name?" ”

The younger brother doesn't know how to use swordsmanship, and he doesn't even raise his sword much. The wrist is weak, and after pulling out a few sword flowers, it is difficult to lift the sword again. Hearing Young Master Bai's question, he swept through the rain curtain and replied, "Knowingly ask!"

Young Master Bai said: "I like to make trouble so much, otherwise you should call it awkward." You are the scholar of my family, and the young master gave you the surname, and you will be called Bai Awkward in the future. You're awkward and awkward. ”

The younger brother said, "Phew!"

Young Master Bai said: "You are such an arrogant scholar, if you were transferred to someone else's house, you would have been killed a long time ago." Luckily, it was me who met. ”

The younger brother said: "You are the worst." ”

Young Master Bai said: "On the contrary, I am a good person. It's the kind of person who will satisfy you even if your request is very vexatious. So in order to satisfy your fantasy of my 'worst', I decided to send you to Yufu to experience other people's house rules. ”

The younger brother didn't answer when he heard this, and he raised his sword with great effort and slashed indiscriminately. He knew that although Young Master Bai seemed to be dissolute, he actually counted his words. What has been said is not a mockery or a temptation, but a notice.

Young Master Bai's decision, the little brother has never seen anyone who can change it.

So the younger brother was sent to Yufu on the second day.

He was accompanied by a white-robed scribe whom he had never met. The two sat together in the Yufu guest hall, waiting for Yu Li.

Next to the white-clothed scribe, there was also a young man in purple, and the younger brother recognized that this was Yu Li's strategist, the son of the heavy building. As for his real name, the younger brother didn't know, and Young Master Bai didn't say it.

At this time, the prince of Chonglou also looked at his younger brother, smiled and nodded, and said, "Baifu honorable guest, I don't know how to call it." ”

The prince of Chonglou naturally knew that he was the younger brother, but the title of "junior brother" could be called by Young Master Bai, and the maids of Baifu could be called, but he could not be called.

The younger brother's face was calm, and he replied politely: "Bai is awkward." ”

The white-clothed scribe on the side was drinking tea, and when he heard the name, his face flashed with a look of struggle. At this moment, it took him a lot of effort to not squirt out the tea.

In addition, none of the people who were waiting around showed any difference. This is Yufu's tutor.

Since Yu Li's uncle killed and raped a girl after drinking, the style of Yu Mansion has been reorganized. Mrs. Yu was born in a scholarly family, but she had twists and turns in the middle of the road, experienced hardships and hardships, and treated her subordinates very favorably. Yu Li was still more than half of the city that year, and he was also happy to see the happy atmosphere at home. However, due to his uncle's turmoil and the change of dynasty of the Great Zhou Empire, Yu Li was in dire straits every step of the way, and he became more and more strict with his subordinates. Today's Yu Fuxia people not only have a strict family style, but also have a certain amount of martial arts on their bodies, from the caretaker to the kitchen and miscellaneous servants.

Chonglou Gongzi patted the folding fan and said, "Good name." ”

The younger brother said, "Young Master Bai took it." ”

Chonglou Gongzi said: "No wonder! In addition to Bai Gongzi, it is rare for someone to be so elegant." ”

The younger brother said lightly in his heart, "Ya fart", but his expression was still respectful: "The young master likes to be witty." Dare to ask the gentleman by his name. ”

The boy replied: "The bad name is unbearable. In his early years, he studied under the Chonglou faction, and he called me the son of Chonglou. ”

The little brother thought to himself: I can say this kind of name in vain, what else can't you say. Unless you're called Zhu shit.

Then he said: "Brother Shit, this is ...... next to him"

Chonglou Gongzi thought that he had heard it wrong, and he didn't care, so he introduced: "This is Zheng Gongzi, for some reason, the name is inconvenient to disclose." ”

The younger brother said empathetically: "Understand and understand." "He also concealed his real name from Zheng Gongzi, so the three of them at this time had a special tacit understanding.

Zheng Gongzi nodded, he liked the atmosphere of the Yu Mansion, it was very quiet. The servants are all armed with martial arts and have a steady breath. So even the sound of breathing didn't bother him. On this autumn day, only the autumn rain beat on the eaves. He doesn't hate such a voice, and even enjoys it.

He hated all the sounds that people made, whether they came from his throat or from his instruments.

In particular, the tea in Yufu is quite good, no worse than his own private collection, so at this moment, he really enjoys it. He felt that he was going to fall in love with this mansion, and whether he should find an opportunity to kill Yu Li and replace it.

It's not that he doesn't have the money to build such a mansion, he just doesn't bother to wait. And the process of building is too noisy.

The rhythm of the rain suddenly changed, and Zheng Gongzi easily heard the change.

The sound of rain falling on the ground turned into the sound of falling on an oil-paper umbrella. Luckily, it's still very pleasant.

Yu Li walked into the guest hall under the umbrella of his entourage.

The maid took off his slightly damp coat for him, and then saw him walk to the middle hall and take a seat.

"Baifu distinguished guest, wait for a long time. Yu Li didn't value the two sons on the side of the building, and apologized to the younger brother.

An inner disciple of the Chonglou Sect, even if he was an outcast who was expelled from the mountain gate, his identity was better than that of the people in the Eight Kingdoms, and he was so despised.

And the other, the Jiangyang thief who robbed the gold shop of the rest of the land, was also abandoned. turned to be polite to the people of the White Mansion, and if he was an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would not only leave with his sleeves brushed away.

However, these two people turned a blind eye to all this.

Chonglou Gongzi is still shaking the fan freely, and Zheng Gongzi is still bowing his head and drinking tea.

The drizzle is rushing and the heavy rain is coming.