In early autumn, there are three seasons in one day, and it is close to noon at this moment, and the sun is shining in the sky, just like the summer solstice. The old cigarette butt Song Lianshu stayed outside the school, the corridor blocked the bright sun, attracting the cool breeze of Xi Xi, otherwise, the thick cotton clothes on his body could cover the thin and old cigarette butts and faint.

Under the shady corridor, barefoot on the shiny wooden floor, the old cigarette butt still felt uncomfortable, and he longed to soak in the well water to be comfortable. I regret very much that when I went out in the morning, I added a robe with a double layer of cotton wick on my body.

The water leak in front of me ticked and fell with water beads, and the leak rose at a slow speed that was impossible to see. The old cigarette butt was facing the colander, his back against the pillar, his eyes drowsy. There was an iron smoking gun stuck in his waist, more than two feet long, which was black and shiny by his play, and there was no trace of rust. He scratched around with one hand, as if catching and seeking from a few lice, and with the other he habitually held a cloth bag, kneading it with just the right amount of effort, and the inside contained tobacco leaves that could bring many pleasures.

Although he was addicted to smoking, Song Lianshu, the old cigarette butt, still struggled to support it, in order not to let the students in the school smell the slightest smoke. Eating cigarettes is a bad habit, not to mention dying yellow teeth and smoking nail chips, it is still the cause of phlegm and low cough. For this smoking gun, Lao Song was not less reprimanded by Mrs. Chu Xiaoting, although Mrs. was also gentle and elegant when teaching people, and the words of concern were far more than the strong words of reprimand, which made people feel warm and comfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

Seeing that the dripping water carved leakage float ruler showed the red line scale, the hour between heaven and earth was going to the beginning of noon, and the back of the old cigarette butt was propped up on the vermilion lacquer beam that he relied on, and he stood up straight with difficulty. On one side, the carriage walked to a piece of copper double-headed chime hanging on the outer edge of the eaves, and on the other hand, the compartment pulled out the iron cigarette rod inserted in the belt, and without a copper hammer, the chime was struck with the pipe of the iron cigarette rod, one long and two short, and when it was repeated for half a moment, it would stop with its hands.

In the school, there was a faint sound of Mr. Lou Qianhe's gentle words explaining his homework and guiding people, and the schoolchildren were stumbling, although they didn't dare to make a noise, their thoughts after school were already high.

The old cigarette butt Song Lianshu leaned his upper buttocks against the sitting, and carefully took out the finely chopped tobacco leaves from the old and unbroken cloth bag. These dried leaves were pinched by him so fluffy and fluffy that they were stuffed tightly in the pipe, and they were not easy to extinguish when they burned, and they were eaten to their heart's content. And it took a lot of effort to knead it like this, but even if it can't catch up with the high-quality tobacco in terms of taste, it is too much better than the low-grade coarse tobacco leaves.

A man appeared in the courtyard directly opposite the cloister of the school, without saying a word, and his silhouette almost blended with the shadow cast by the eaves.

The building in the school didn't know what to say, Song Lianshu, who was only concerned about preparing for the big event of eating tobacco, didn't pay attention to it, and the schoolchildren rushed out of the door of the school like a tide, and the schoolchildren were elated, pushing and laughing with each other.

The man in the courtyard and the old cigarette butt Song Lianshu looked at the schoolchildren at the same time, one with a cruel look and the other with a simple and loving look.

When the schoolchildren saw the strange man, they instinctively felt a little strange, and they stopped one after another, gathering in the corridor in twos and threes, and the children's voices were full of voices, discussing the identity of the guest.

Soon Xiao Xingyu also emerged from the crowd, standing on the left and right with the fat dun Gao Guifu and the clever ghost Zhang Qiguan, and there were several children from the Hou family behind him. The children of the family are different from the rest of the students, they do not have a prominent career or family background, and the reason why they can accompany the Hou Zi is because they are all smart and steady.

The rest of the schoolchildren stayed away from the three of them, although their parents had tried their best to send them to the Hou Mansion, hoping to please Yan Long's future master, they would be familiar again. It's a pity that the current schoolchildren are still young and don't know how powerful they are, and they won't flatter Xiao Xingyu, who is also a student, and compete for favor. On the contrary, they have a bad impression of the "three tyrants of the school", it is quite strange to say, the school is also like the court, Mr. is like the emperor of long live, and the schoolchildren are like temple officials, and there are always some gangs and cliques in secret, and the parties are evil to each other.

The three tyrants of this academy, like the three giants in the court, have been divided into too much care from the emperor, which makes the hundred officials indignant and jealous. Among them, Zhang Qiguan knows everything, Feng Xingyu is rigorous and serious, Gao Guifu pretends to be sincere, if the three of them join forces?

Cover the sky with one hand, and deceive the Holy Hearing!

Fat Dun Gao Guifu's small eyes rolled wildly, his gaze fell on a bell cymbal on the waist of the man in the courtyard, his elbow touched Feng Xingyu's shoulder, his eyes shimmered, and he said expectantly: "Brother Yu, this is probably a new musician in the house, do you want to ask him to shake the bell cymbals?"

In front of children, adults have a sense of superiority, and the little chubby dun looks at the toy-like eyes, which obviously makes the man feel insulted. Immediately pulled out a soft sword from his waist, the hilt was small, and it happened to be held in one hand.

The soft sword is completely out of the soft sheath, and the sword body is difficult to straighten for a while due to long-term snow storage, and it looks like the slender sword body is a little curved, and it can only be regarded as a second-class soft sword, but the sharp edge and silver white texture can be called the best of the second.

The old cigarette butt Song Lianshu had just lit a tobacco leaf, and he was reluctant to use a fire sickle, so he always carried a fire fold with him: a fire storage strip rolled up from rough earthy paper, packed in a fresh bamboo tube. I was smoking a cigarette stick, thinking that I could enjoy a bell music, but when the sword came out of its sheath, it was like a poisonous snake jumping out of the grass, which scared the old cigarette butt and choked a large puff of smoke in the lungs, causing a cough.

Beyond the expectation of the sword man, there was no scene of everyone fleeing in panic among the schoolchildren, most of them shrank their heads, but pointed in place, Zhang Qiguan even joked: "Brother Yu, fat man!

The two followed Zhang Qiguan's obscure gaze, and happened to see Song Lianshu who was so frightened that he choked on cigarettes and coughed, and spewed smoke rings from his mouth and nose from time to time.

The assassin with the soft sword was furious, and his wrist shook, and the soft sword rattled and struck the child.

When the old cigarette butt saw the crisis, he coughed and dragged his old body forward. At the same time, there were also those sons of the family, who stood in front of the little master with their bodies, their eyes pure and resolute.

The assassin pointed at the front of the soft sword killed not a hundred but eighty people in his life, and how could he have been kind to young children?

Suddenly, a floating shadow flashed in front of him, and the assassin with a soft sword and a bell at his waist convinces himself on the grounds of dazzling eyes, but who knows that a palm is born in the air, and a few fingers caress his face, and the touch is extremely real. The soft sword in his hand was shaped like a poisonous snake, and the blade of the sword deviated a large arc to one side, stabbing at the place where the palm stretched out.

Unfortunately, the assassin had a lot of experience in fighting, and immediately retreated, not forgetting to protect his sharp soft sword in front of him. After taking seven or eight steps back, the assassin suddenly stopped, one palm propped up on his vest, not with much force, but it made him break out in a cold sweat. The realm of the two is so different that they can't even touch the traces of his figure?

The Assassin shifted and turned, his soft sword slashing straight at the master's head. The man stepped back a moment earlier, and when the Assassin turned around, his gaze swept across the courtyard, and there was no half figure in the courtyard. He was humiliated, and his face became more and more gloomy, and he did not say a word. Although this assassin's martial arts are not top-notch, his psychological quality is very tenacious, and he has been teased repeatedly, but instead of being angry and showing flaws, he has become more cautious, and there are almost no major flaws in Zhou's body.

He stood still, the breath in the meridians was transferred to the subcutaneous, slowly emanating, and the three feet outside his body became a pond of breath. Others can't see it, but if you only need to invade within three feet, the breath will be blocked, and it will cause turbulence fluctuations in the pond. The pond had only been built long before someone had strayed into it, and the Assassin with the bell at his waist noticed that the soft sword had been planned for a long time, and the castration was more than twice as fast as before.

No surprises, once again!

At this time, the Assassin's mentality was very different, and he tried to resist the very provocative sword if the opponent's methods were really much superior to his own. However, the man did not restrain himself, and the naked eye really did not see the figure and movements clearly, but his breath could clearly feel the embarrassment when he fled.

Shang Qing, a second-class wolf Qi dark warrior, squatted on the stone drum on the side of the lower steps of the corridor, one hand kept beating his chest to soothe himself, while panting, the two strands of hair hanging down in front of his eyes were once the hairstyle that he was quite proud of and considered coquettish, but unfortunately a strand of fine hair on the left hand side was cut from it, and the break was crooked and neat, which looked extremely abrupt.

Shang Qing also worked as a secret son when he first joined Wolf Qi, and he hid his identity in a restaurant and became a runner, and in the end he didn't figure out what his task was, so he was inexplicably promoted to a rank, from a third-class Wolf Qi to a second-class person. In the battle of the demon deer four years ago, he went to fetch a few catties of ginseng for the big guest, showed extraordinary foot strength, and has become a full-time errand runner. Shang Qing's kung fu practice is very out-of-the-way, and the meridians of qi and luck are all in the waist and legs, so it is clear that the realm of internal breath is very mediocre, and the light body kung fu can never pick out the second one among the martial artists in the same realm.

Shang Qing's kung fu in escaping for his life and delivering the letter was first-class, and he was a blank slate. Otherwise, you won't lose your advantage at this time, stop and breathe.

A canopy of flying needles poured rain, Shang Qing's heart tightened, his legs kicked out, his body jumped lightly under the support of his feet, and his four fingers of one hand firmly hooked the dripping tiles on the edge of the eaves, like an ape swinging, and turned over on the roof of the cloister tiles. As soon as his feet were firmly established, and when he was in shock, a silver-white sword tip rushed towards him, and behind the sword, there was a hideous face and cruel eyes. Shang Qing lay back, avoiding the damn tip of the sword, exerting force with both feet, and his whole body floated out like a floating leaf.

He appeared in the square inch of land where the assassin had stayed, while the assassin with a soft sword in his hand stayed at the top of the eaves, and the two of them switched, and finally kept their distance, Shang Qing was still shocked, and cold sweat broke out. It was not pierced by a sharp sword, but it also took a lot of physical strength. He opened his throat and shouted, "Don't you do it yet?"

Shang Qing's eyes glared to another corner of the eaves, where there was a fat and tall man, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a fat face and round facial features. With his hands in front of him, his sleeves inserted into each of them, and a large fan inserted in the placket of his back, revealing a section that was more than half a foot long, he squatted on the corrugated, and his huge body did not collapse the beams.

The big man teased, "I saw you bouncing around, and I thought you were having fun with him!

Shang Qing rolled his eyes for a long time, and muttered: "I'm really blind, how did I make such a friend? If God has eyes, he should punish me for five thunderstorms in the sky......

The fat man stuffed his hands into his sleeves and shrunk his body, the smoky sunlight seemed to be not enough to satisfy the warmth of his huge body, he raised his chin and said proudly: "I desperately want you to take the blame, we are born good brothers and good partners! You have no reason to say these words that destroy our rock-like friendship, but you are really going to be struck by lightning!"

"There are such brazen people in the world!" Shang Qing smiled bitterly at the forehead, and he was defeated as soon as he quarreled. Thinking of the matter, his heart was much harder, and he roared: "Dead fat man Ouyang Qianqiu! If you don't do it again, I can shake out all your evil deeds in front of Du Si!"

The fat man called Ouyang Qianqiu disagreed, and said, "With your second-class wolf status, it's hard to say whether you can squeeze in front of Chen Dusi? Besides, the assassin has already run away, what should I do?"

Shang Qing's gaze swept over, and he really lost the figure of the assassin, and asked, "Why don't you chase it?"

Ouyang Qianqiu replied lazily: "The safety of the little marquis is of paramount importance, I think I should stay and guard the little marquis." ”

Shang Qing scolded his mother, left Ouyang Qianqiu, and chased after him.

The clever ghost Zhang Qiguan smiled strangely, although his body was facing Feng Xingyu, his eyes were staring at Gao Guifu, and his lips and teeth were skimmed to Ouyang Qianqiu, who was still squatting in place, and said concisely: "Look, fat people are just annoying." ”

Ouyang Qianqiu shrugged his shoulders, looking like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water. Gao Guifu jumped up, clenched his fists, and his round face turned red with anger: "Hey, surnamed Zhang, don't point fingers at Sang and scold Huai!"

Zhang Qiguan Yin and Yang said angrily: "Oh, you actually know idioms? Hurry up and go home and ask your aunts in more than a dozen rooms to offer to the Bodhisattva, this is a manifestation!"

Feng Xingyu held back a smile and held back a faint pain in his chest, and said seriously: "That's enough! The lunch break lasted for an hour and a half, and now it's been delayed for half an hour, and you still have to argue?"

The two of them immediately shut up, staring at each other with wide eyes, and the invisible swords, guns, swords, and halberds between the two bodies flew around.

summoned a maid, Feng Xingyu explained: "You and your wife will report it, and you will say that the prince of this Hou and the two sons of the Gao and Zhang families will eat together, and they will not be disturbed for lunch." ”

The clever maid was instructed to go to Tongyu in broken steps.