Jiang Yu's mood at the moment is like a young child who is afraid to go home after causing trouble outside, and finally mustered up the courage to face everything, and was forgiven by the adults in the family, and a heart of guilt and self-blame that has been hanging has been put down by the understanding of the uncle and the brothers.

After saying that, Jiang Yu no longer had anything in his heart, so he was completely relieved, and sat on both sides of the wooden bench under the light of the old tree with his uncle, and chatted about family life.

It turned out that not long after he left, Mo Chou also went out for a walk under the guise of refining the sword heart, but in fact, he had been bored in Shuzhuang to teach Jiangyu swordsmanship. After the scattered heart walked out of Shuzhuang, the sky was high and Ren galloped, all the way through the north and south of the river, passing through the famous mountains and rivers, coming with nature, returning with nature, without purpose, all by virtue of what he thought, the body was let go of its manipulation, until a few months later in a border town in the west found two children with sword training qualifications, and finally brought the two back to Shuzhuang with the name of the Shushan Sword School and the heavy ingots of silver, which is naturally the two of Jiangnan and Jiangbei.

The two children were brought back by Mo Chou when they didn't remember, and they didn't know the specific situation at all, Mo Chou just said the general history after the two of them remembered, and the rest said that when the Shushan sword skills were cultivated to a certain extent, they would tell them all the situation, Jiangnan Jiangbei naturally nodded obediently to practice the sword, but Mo Chou had the final say on the degree of control. Sure enough, in terms of not changing the color of the face and not beating the heart, the two old-timers on the tree are all peerless masters.

Since Mo Chou brought back two children with really good sword training talents, as a sword immortal, Xie Worry couldn't sit still, and now the only disciple who can show off has been sent out to travel to the Ming Kingdom, the old guy's competitive energy came up, and he ran away from home without packing up his things, saying that he went out to relax like Mo Chou, in fact, he went to find a genius who was more talented than Jiangnan and Jiangbei, and brought it back to Mo Chou to show off, and the result was really Xie Worry picked up a leak, Jiang Qing, the pearl that was not buried in Wudang, was caught by the old guy, although the roots are average, but the sword heart is clear, it is a good seedling to practice swords, The old guy clapped his hands happily and flickered Jiang Qing in the middle of the night and went down the mountain with him back to Shuzhuang.

Time passed little by little, the scorching sun gradually had a silent meaning, unable to support his huge body, little by little to the west, the sun was not as dazzling as before, the clarity was dyed with a few drops of crimson, the breeze blew gently at this time, swept across the quiet pond, and also stained with a sense of coolness, and the previous weather was really different.

The two of them have been sitting under the old tree for a long time, and there are really many stories in the past five years, plus Senior Brother Feng Xu has thoughtfully brewed a pot of tea and put it here, so that the two of them have room to play to their heart's content. Among them, Jiang Yu didn't say much, and Uncle Mochou has always been tired of talking about all kinds of things in Shuzhuang over the years.

Jun Ze often came back after leaving, but after becoming the Ming Emperor, the gifts did not fall every year, but people did not come a few times.

At that time, Jiangnan and Jiangbei were still two fart dolls when they first came, and the two uncles had to be fathers and mothers to feed and wash diapers, Yufeng's face was blue and blue when he washed diapers for the first time, but Feng Xuan didn't care too much.

When Jiang Qing first came, he was clumsy, like a stunned person, but after adapting to the life of Shuzhuang, he practiced a thousand miles a day, and was not worse than Jiang Yu at that time, and later Jiang Yu faked his death in Nanling, and Xie Wei gritted his teeth and stomped his feet to lift Jiang Qing to the position of Sword Immortal, although he started a lot late, but fortunately, Jian Xin Tongming was really a bull, and forcibly made Jiang Qing rush back a lot of progress, and gave Jiang Qing a bright future for kendo practice, and he was really worthy of the name of Sword Immortal.

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Mo Chou didn't stop chattering, Jiang Yu has been adding tea and water next to him, and after a long time, the more Jiang Yu listened, the more he felt a little awkward, as if something was missing, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

Mo Chou also saw that Jiang Yu was a little absent-minded, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Uncle, I always feel as if I've forgotten something....... It's still quite important. "Jiang Yu is still trying to think.

Mo Chou nodded, did not continue to talk about the past, left time to the river fish, unhurriedly picked up the tea poured by the river fish, tasted it carefully, the atmosphere became quiet, only the breeze blowing through the treetops, rolling down the sound of branches and leaves fluttering and falling.

After a while, Jiang Yu finally slapped his head, recalled the part he had left behind, and asked Mo Chou.

"Uncle Shi, where is the old guy!"

The old sword immortal of Shuzhuang, his own genuine master, relieved his worries, where did he go?

If Xie Wei was present, he would have scolded Jiang Yu: This little one has no conscience! How long has it been since I came in, only to find out that my dearest master is not here, and he is really a rebel, and he is angry with me! But he will also think about it, and laugh proudly, hum, fortunately he cheated this stinky boy in advance, otherwise he would not have suffered a big loss!

Of course, Xie Wei was not present at the moment, the old guy who had just said goodbye to Wudang sneezed violently on the way down the mountain, and almost rolled down the bluestone road from the mountain, rubbing his nose hard with his hands, and secretly thought, impossible