Stepping through the vermilion painted gate, you can see a winding corridor inside, and you can only see a corner of the courtyard in the distance. Walk along the way, there is a corner, turn left is the wing, if you continue to go deeper, but a little more, the whole courtyard can finally come into view, I don't know if it is intentional, the design of the corridor is quite a bit winding to the meaning of the secluded place, but I am afraid that only in the eyes of the literati and ink writers will show such an artistic conception, anyway, in the eyes of the young river fish at that time, this is simply poisonous, really like to see if there is a hole in the brain of the person who designed this place has not been filled, in order to design such a place that violates human habits.

In addition to facing the main hall that entertains guests and the side house that continues together, but Shuzhuang has always had no guests, just to relieve worries and leisure and elegance to sit upright for a while, self-cultivation or something, but after a few days also feel that the lack of no, over time it is just a considerable open space in the hollow, just a pond can be said to be the only eye-catching place in this courtyard, it is the hot summer, the pink lotus is lazily lying on it, together with the tender green lotus leaves to support the delicate body, it looks charming but not pure, quite sultry。

Just in the scorching heat, everything was tormented by the high hanging stove wilted, only she didn't care, but more and more energetic, swaying her waist exuding charm, the reason why so presumptuous may come from an old tree next to it, the two of them hugged the stout body holding an umbrella that shaded the pond like the sky, the branches and leaves were luxuriant and could not be counted, but the huge courtyard was mostly cool under the shade of the old tree, which was enough to prove the size of the old tree. The occasional fluke through the sunlight only turned into a little spot of light, hitting a chessboard under the old tree, the chessboard is carved on an unknown tree stump, and on each side there is a slightly shorter stump made a stool, and an old man sits on the stool on the side, tilting his head and not knowing what he is thinking.

Jiang Yu walked out of the winding and rugged corridor, and saw the old man sitting next to the tree, and quickly walked up, and said respectfully: "Uncle Mochou, Jiang Yu...... It's back. ”

Mo Chou walked out of the corridor from the river fish, he had already taken his eyes back, and all of them were poured into this Shushan sword fairy who had not returned to Shuzhuang for five years, Mo Chou was already old, and he was no longer the genius swordsman who crossed the rivers and lakes when he was young, and now he was no different from the ordinary old man in Shuzhuang, watching the child who had not returned for a long time finally returned to his side, the loving gaze in his already somewhat cloudy eyes was not hindered for half a minute, carefully looked at the river fish in front of him, and said again and again:" It's good to be back, it's good to be back. ”

Mo Chou stood up, walked to Jiang Yu's side, patted Jiang Yu's shoulder, the warmth in his eyes was even worse, and he praised again and again: "Okay, it seems that it has not been abandoned in the past few years, and his body has become a lot stronger." With that, his hand slid to Jiang Yu's wrist, and he put his hand in surprise, but he didn't say anything, just nodded.

"Uncle Shi, this time I came to Junze, the junior brother in Beijing, something happened and I need to help, passing by here to see you and a few senior brothers, after all, Jiang Yu on the rivers and lakes has died, at least until he reaches the realm of enlightenment, he will always be a dead person, and now there is only Jiang Yu, the shopkeeper of the old Beijing Inn. Jiang Yu explained to Mo Chou with a little weakness, for fear that it would make Uncle Fang so happy feel unhappy.

"Well, I also heard about the Nanling incident later, you have your consideration for this matter, and I agree, in the final analysis, even this seemingly powerful Shushan can't be your barrier to resist all things, martial arts, there will always be people beyond our cognition, and you can't blame others for your fake death, and you can only blame a few of our old guys for not being useful. Mo Chou looked at the river fish who wanted to explain something, smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he knew what he knew and didn't have to be the majority.

"Besides, if you want to say that you did something wrong, it's not that you made your own decisions without informing Shushan of such an important thing back then, but whether you are the sword fairy of Shushan or the innkeeper of Jiujing, you Jiangyu grew up in this place, this is your home, and you have your relatives. Your roots are here. Mo Chou's face is no longer the same as just now, his serious appearance reminds Jiang Yu of those days before, Uncle Mo Chou always has a serious face, teaching himself every move and style of the Shushan Sword Sect, although he is a lot older today, but that strength has never changed after so many years.

"Disciple, I know. Jiang Yu bowed deeply to Mo Chou in front of him, the unspeakable grievances and loneliness of so many years outside, as well as the thoughts of Shuzhuang where he was raised, all disappeared with this bow.

Feng Xuan and Yufeng, who were hiding in the dark and watching, were also relieved, looked at each other and smiled, Feng Xuan rushed to the wing room to help Yuesi clean up his things, Yufeng stood in place, and then sighed faintly and said, "Since you are so disobedient, then I will accompany you to practice swords." ”

The grass next door suddenly shook for a while, shaking off a large number of branches and leaves, revealing two aggrieved faces, and the two left the courtyard with Uncle Yufeng, leaving only Jiangyu Mochou and the two.