The moment he rushed into the courtyard, Guo Xiaojiu looked at the room through the window, and Ning Buer stood in front of the window.

Gently pushing open the door of the house, Guo Xiaojiu noticed that Cui'er was not in the house, so he said softly: "The old blacksmith was killed, it was a flying sword." ”

"What?" Ning Buer's brows furrowed, her pink fist seemed to be holding something, and when she saw Guo Xiaojiu's eyes, she explained in a little panic: "It's a letter from the Daomen Heavenly Master." ”

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it. Guo Xiaojiu helped the empty scabbard behind him, turned around and closed the door.

He walked over to the chaise longue, slowly unsheathed his saber, and continued: "But the old blacksmith cannot die in vain, I must find out. ”

"I'll leave tomorrow. Ning Buer didn't seem to hear Guo Xiaojiu's words, and looked at the courtyard in a daze and said.

"Bang!" Guo Xiaojiu couldn't help but lightly snap the scabbard twice, as if expressing his dissatisfaction in his heart, his voice was a little dull, and his heart was also a little dull.

"Why don't you ask why?" Ning Buer turned around and walked in the direction of Guo Xiaojiu, and didn't stop until he came to the stove that had been extinguished a few days ago.

There was something strange in her eyes, half anticipation and reluctance, half hatred and disgust.

"Your injuries have healed, and we all have our own things to do. Guo Xiaojiu pursed his lips: "Just like Han Changli said, liking someone doesn't have to be together all the time, just show up when she needs you the most." ”

"The old blacksmith found out who you and I were, and was killed by my friend. Ning Buer finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was obviously still a little heavy.

Guo Xiaojiu also breathed a sigh of relief, he was about to tap the scabbard again, but he stopped his hand in time.

"Tomorrow I'm going to bring a bowl of wine to the old blacksmith, and we'll go together. ”

"Okay!" Ning Buji readily agreed: "That person wants to meet you." ”

"I'll go. Guo Xiaojiu also agreed very decisively.

It is still far away from the imperial capital, and it is drizzling as people would like on this day.

Han Changli, a scholar in white, was still in a hurry, holding a broken paper umbrella in his hand that could no longer completely block the rain, but despite this, he still deflected the paper umbrella to the right.

A little Taoist boy turned his head gratefully and smiled stupidly, revealing his two newly erupted front teeth.

The old Taoist priest kept chattering, and he couldn't hear what he was nagging. The rain flowed down the old Taoist's cheeks and into his neck, and he didn't seem to feel the slightest feeling.

"Master, this elder brother is very good, do you think he looks like Du Shusheng? He is a big hero in Yu'er's heart!!" Probably Xiao Daotong only remembered such a character after the old Taoist priest told the story of Du Shusheng.

"Like, Yu'er said like, that's like it's amazing. The old Taoist priest squeezed out a smile on his face, and wiped away the rain that accidentally fell on the little Taoist boy's face with his hands very kindly.

Han Changli snorted, it turned out that the entire Tang Dynasty, there were still so many people who remembered him, there was no excessive expression on his face, and the umbrella did not tremble at all: "Praise falsely, how can Xiaosheng be virtuous?"

"It's not like today, and one day you will become the second Du Shusheng, young man, since you said that you want to enter the Hanlin Academy, and you want to be the top three on the first list, I think you should have this confidence! The old Taoist priest shook his sleeve and said with a smile.

Han Changli shook his head and did not answer.

The long flute sound in the mountains and forests sounded, the flute sound was long, and the moonlight was also long.

The breeze blows, and the fragrance of flowers in the mountains is refreshing.

The old Taoist priest rubbed his hands, filled the bonfire with two new sticks of firewood, rubbed his sideburns, and took off the bell on his waist, which never shook.

Xiao Daotong was already snoring on the straw mat and falling asleep, smashing his mouth from time to time, as if he was dreaming something.

When the song ended, he slowly put down the flute and looked at the stars in the sky covered by dark clouds through the green branches.

"Childe, is this trapped by love?" The old Taoist priest squinted, reached out and kneaded two handfuls of gossip fish on his chest: "Do you want the old man, I will help you calculate." ”

Han Changli pretended not to understand, and probably did not hear the words of the old Taoist, and lowered his head and rummaged in the bookcase.

After a long time, Han Changli woke up faintly: "Thank you, old man, but Xiaosheng doesn't have any money." ”

"Alas, young people, it is nothing more than some love and love, although this is simple, but only young people are worthy of such sloppy things as love and love. ”

The old Taoist priest put down his hand and withdrew the bell: "That's it, the old man will say more, when you meet someone you like, don't always think about pinching it in your hand, relax your heart, you care about her, her heart will also be tied to you." ”

Smashing it, smashing it, the old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes slightly: "In the more esoteric words, I can't say the old man, alas, I'm old, the old man, I'm going to rest." ”

As he spoke, the old Taoist priest was already lying on the side of the little Taoist boy, and soon after, the snoring was like thunder.

At night, a light wind blew, but there was no sound, because the sound of the wind was muffled by the sound of the rain.

Guo Xiaojiu hugged his quilt and went to Ning Buer's room, and Cui'er was taken back to the house by her mother. He lay down on the chaise longue and covered himself with a quilt, even his whole head covered in it.

Ning Buer always looked at this guy who was not in the right shape at all, she had tidied up the flying sword extremely cleanly, and also changed into her own clothes.

"It's hard for you. Ning Buji chuckled lightly, shook his head and said.

Perhaps, only when others can't see it, Ning Buji will show a little playful appearance.

"It's not difficult to be embarrassed, it's not difficult to be able to live in the same room with the fairy, this is a blessing for me from three lifetimes. Guo Xiaojiu stretched out the quilt with one hand and gave a thumbs up.

Ning Buer restrained his smile and frowned slightly, this guy's virtue is exactly the same as the rumors of his master when he was young, sure enough, things gather people in groups.

"Why doesn't the fairy speak?" Guo Xiaojiu quietly revealed a pair of dark eyes from the quilt, and glanced around the room, only then did he see Ning Buer's contemplative appearance.

Ning Buji was still pondering, looking at the roof, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, rubbing it gently.

"Probably, I don't really want you to meet. Ning Buer's face was expressionless, and his tone was also very light.

"Why?" Guo Xiaojiu simply sat up and twisted his nose, maybe there was hair rubbing against his nose just now, and it was a little itchy at this time.

"It just doesn't feel good. Ning Buji looked at Guo Xiaojiu, and only then did he show a little sincerity.

"Since you said something good, then you should do it, is it your little lover who will see you tomorrow?" Guo Xiaojiu raised his brows, turned his head sideways, and glanced at his saber.

"You don't have two serious words. Ning Buji was a little angry, but still added: "No." ”

Since it is not, Guo Xiaojiu's face is full of smiles again: "The one you want to see, the one you want to see, since it is your friend, it will also be my friend in the future." ”

"You can't be friends, and besides, you could die. Ning Buer's eyes showed a little disdain, but he hid it very well.

"It's impossible, it's impossible, so what's the matter, who have I been afraid of?"

Guo Xiaojiu said with a straight face, he saw the deep meaning in Ning Buer's eyes, and he was still a little annoyed in his heart.

There was nothing to say all night, and as soon as it was dawn on the second day, Guo Xiaojiu and Ning Buji left the house in the drizzle.

Regarding the promise she made before, Ning Buer just left a letter, which roughly means that after she is busy with the things at hand, she will come back to pick up Cui'er, the little girl.

The two of them walked under the big locust tree, and the old blacksmith's body had been moved back to the blacksmith shop by the villagers.

Guo Xiaojiu took out the wine sac, poured a big sip himself, and poured the rest under the old locust tree.

He gently wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth: "Old blacksmith, don't blame me for not being able to help you avenge, but I can't for the time being, I can't beat that person, give me a few more years, and I will definitely avenge you." ”

"Cut, who will remember such things in a few years? It's not a revenge for killing my father, and it's not a common thing. Ning Buer was full of disdain for Guo Xiaojiu's words.

"That's you, I'm sure I remember. Guo Xiaojiu said, and sighed deeply in the direction of the blacksmith shop: "Old blacksmith, you can rest assured, I will really help you take revenge." ”

After that, Guo Xiaojiu followed behind Ning Buer and continued to walk forward in the drizzle.

When the thin rain silk reached Ning Buer's body, they avoided it one after another, and landed on the ground together with other rain threads.

Guo Xiaojiu doesn't have such skills, he has learned all the killer moves, these are just good-looking fancy methods, even if he is envious in his heart, he always has to pretend to be disdainful in his face.

However, he is still thinking about it, these things still have to be learned, and in the future, walking in the rivers and lakes, if it rains, he will always be a lot more magnificent.

After walking for a long time, Guo Xiaojiu remembered that he forgot to say goodbye, and turned his head and shouted at the distance: "Old blacksmith, you go well, I will go well in the future, and I will come to see you next time." ”

The two figures walked farther and farther away, and had disappeared at the end of the town.

The south of Luoyang City is the outlet of Luoshui, this big river that has no end in sight, and it has been going south.

After walking more than ten miles along Luoshui, there was a big mountain blocking Luoshui's way, and it could only obediently bypass the road and turn eastward.

At this time, a middle-aged monk walked slowly down the sheep intestine path on the mountain.

In addition to an old monk's robe, this monk has no Buddhist beads, no wooden fish, and no Zen staff blessing, and the monk's robe is also the robe worn by the lowest monks in ordinary temples.

But the monk walked very optimistically, his every step was steady, there was always a smile on his face, and the rain followed his steps, automatically splashing and falling in two waves.

His mouth whispered the morning class that should be done in the temple today, all the way, all the way.

His voice was crisp, like the morning birds, filling in another beautiful sound for the woods.

As he stopped chanting, the rain gradually stopped, and the birds of the forest poked their heads out and began to search for the pleasant sound just now.

The monk stopped, he was already standing on top of a hill, and when he looked up, he saw a small town.

There is a very small temple on this mountain, there were only two monks in the temple, he came a few days ago, he came down today, and he will not climb this mountain and this temple again, because there is no one in the temple anymore.

Two figures emerged from the foot of the mountain, and the people under the mountain could not see him, but he could really see the people from the mountain, and he couldn't help but smile, and sat on the top of the mountain, waiting for the people under the mountain to come up the mountain.