The style blowing from the pavilion is very thorough, Luo Shanhe is desperately clearing his mind at this time, with his own ingenuity, he should soon be able to think of a way to solve the thorny problem in front of him.

The other party has a bamboo sword, and if it weren't for the high-ranking personnel of the Bamboo Sect, then the sword would have been stolen.

The other party is a woman, and in the days since she came here, the stewards and elders of the sect have already met, and they are not the right age.

After a series of eliminations, Luo Shanhe suddenly remembered something, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead began to gradually condense.

Everything has to be set back more than ten years ago, in the center of the sphere of influence of the Seven Kingdoms and Fourteen Factions, a quiet school appeared, built on a desolate lonely mountain somewhere in the Liang Kingdom, this mountain is geographically remote, and when the school began to recruit students, the local officials were able to find out.

It was at that time that Luo Shanhe was brought into the school by the master.

At that time, he was wandering on the streets, and not having enough to eat was a compulsory course to do every day, and the hunger made him retain the complete memory of his childhood, because he was so thin that he was not even qualified to ask for food.

It was the master who brought the little doll who was hungry and cold and could die on the street at any time into the school on the lonely mountain, and the dream of having a full meal was realized.

The economic source of the school, by writing biographies and books for a living, in the prevailing environment of martial arts, the school with wisdom in the Seven Kingdoms, when Luo Shanhe began to read and write, only to really realize how transcendent the status of the school is.

The weekly martial arts report is a small booklet, with characters or scenes carefully depicted by painters, and the heroic posture of a chivalrous man.

Wednesday is the time for the announcement, and in the evening there will be a sumptuous dinner waiting for you, all of whom are from outside the door, or officials and squires who come with gifts.

The uncles and uncles of the academy would throw all kinds of new gadgets into the warehouse, and Luo Shanhe was the only one who could come and go freely.

Everyone treats him as their own biological child, and Luo Shanhe's talent also lives up to expectations, within ten years, the school will be all over the mountains and fields, the study is very transparent, both hands can write plum blossom seals, and people also look like an elegant son.

When he was eight years old, Luo Shanhe met a person who is still afraid in retrospect, that is a girl who stabbed a long sword into his right shoulder for the first time and couldn't lift a pen and write for a month.

Suddenly, the master outside was calling for him, so he pushed the door open, and as soon as he entered the corridor of the atrium, he was greeted by a little girl dressed in light green satin, about the same age as herself, but holding a bright long sword in her hand.

Where has Luo Shanhe seen this, he only knew that it was a deadly murder weapon, so he shouted, so shocked that the little girl didn't see the threshold in front of the corridor, ran and tripped, and the whole body flew forward, and the sharp tip of the sword stabbed into the right shoulder with a pop, and the excessive fright made Luo Shanhe fall on his back on the spot.

I don't know when I vaguely heard the sound of conversation, the content seemed to be talking about marriage to someone, and the soft bed made Luo Shanhe soon fall asleep again.

The girl came to the courtyard every day for a period of time, and Luo Shanhe never went out again.

"When you finish your studies, I will send you to the Bamboo School to collect materials for my teacher, which can be regarded as your first article after completing your studies. This is what the Master said to herself outside the door after the girl left.

"This time I went to the Chikuma faction, after I was busy with the things at hand, I remember to visit the Venerable Master Aomine, he is an old friend of the teacher, don't forget to bring some good tea, he loves to drink tea. "This is what Master entrusted to him not long ago, when Luo Shanhe was sent down the mountain by his uncle in the courtyard.

Under the persecution of the assassin like this, Luo Shanhe thought about it all, and all the memories were like silk threads, gradually sorted out in his mind, thinking that he should have visited this master of Qingfeng a long time ago, but he forgot for a while and delayed.

The wind in this bamboo forest blew even more unscrupulously, but it couldn't blow away the fine beads of sweat on the forehead.

Tick, tick.

Wet the ground. The Assassin burst out with joy.

"Second question, you've been here for a while, why don't you come to visit?" As soon as the assassin said this, Luo Shanhe was shocked to retreat backwards, and his back rested against the cold pavilion pillar, and the past became clearer and clearer.

The uncles in the school seem to be all masters of the world, the painter can copy everything in heaven and earth on the white paper in front of him, the guards have a thousand catties of power with their bare hands, and the master is a famous bachelor, and the brush in his hand is much more powerful than a sword.

What Luo Shanhe likes the most is the old uncle who watches the mountain gate and the uncle who likes to make strange inventions, the former from time to time with the greedy mouth of him to beat his teeth, the latter often takes him to play, those strange inventions, the uncle draws the drawings in the books.

The deepest memory is the mountain full of books, the school hollowed out half of the mountain, as a storage space for books, there are really so many books here, and Luo Shanhe put them all in his heart. This is also the transformation that began after meeting that girl.

From a playful and delicious naughty boy to a modest and cautious genius, he is really afraid of the cold sword.

Asking for food outside will often be beaten, and he has not been lying down for a month.

The time of studying in the mountains passed quickly, and the girl was pressed into the depths of her memory by a large number of books, and now she was full of money and could not bury that memory again, Luo Shanhe swallowed heavily, he already knew the identity of the assassin.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the head of the Bamboo Sect, Master Qingfeng, has no children in his life, only an only daughter, if he can win the heart of this young lady, then this person's status in the rivers and lakes will not be exaggerated.

This year coincides with the eighteenth birthday of this only daughter, and the Venerable Master Qingfeng will hold a martial arts competition to recruit relatives, on the one hand, there has not been a large-scale event in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and on the other hand, it is to highlight the status of the Takema faction, and as for the marriage of the only daughter, the discerning person has long seen that this road is not going to go at all.

Calculating the time, there are still more than a month to go for the recruitment meeting, and the official notice to the elders has not yet been delivered, perhaps because the big boss has not yet thought about the specific details of the event.

"Third question," the assassin got up and walked in front of Luo Shanhe, raising his hand and gently pressing it on his right shoulder, "Do you want to participate in the recruitment meeting?"

"Meng Changge, you, don't go too far!" Luo Shanhe said with a gloomy face, gritting his teeth, feeling a sudden faint pain in his right shoulder, presumably the sword wound must have recurred!