As the sun grew, Zheng stood in a barren garden with his hands in his hands.

Only a dozen ruined houses remained in this deserted garden, and the trees and grass submerged the highest part of these ruins, but even looking at the ornaments on the broken bricks that showed a corner, and looked at the barren grassland that swayed in the wind like the waves of the sea, and stretched into the distance without an end in sight, it was enough to imagine how magnificent this mansion was back then.

She looked indifferently at the south, which was the direction of the Weihe port.

The sun bathed her, but her face became whiter and whiter, not the white and solemn, but almost weak.

"There's little patience at home for you. ”

The yellow-robed old man, who would always appear behind her like a ghost, squinted his eyes slightly, and said in a slightly cold voice.

"Those who are impatient die faster. ”

Zheng Sleeve didn't look at him, but said with a slight mockery: "What's more, I don't understand why the family is not patient, is it that the business in Changling has not been going well these days?"

"It has nothing to do with business, but you should understand that what Jiaodong County lacks is not money. There was a look of displeasure in the eyes of the yellow-robed old man, and he felt disrespected, especially when the other party was knowingly asking.

His tone became a little colder, and he said, "The family is becoming more and more incomprehensible about what you are doing, although there is no shortage of money in the family, it is not allowed to squander inexplicably. This barren garden is also the cultivation needs of those people who are constantly throwing themselves into the Bashan Sword Field. ”

"Of course, I understand what Jiaodong County lacks the most. ”

Zheng Sleeve said calmly: "It's just that I'm afraid that those people in our Jiaodong County are used to making money but are not used to paying, I'm afraid that they themselves are really the existence of those small families that these gate valves in Changling despise from the bottom of their hearts." ”

The old man in the yellow robe furrowed deeply.

"Just like this deserted garden. But before he could say anything, Zheng Sleeve's voice had already sounded again, "The previous owner of this deserted garden was also surnamed Zheng, and he came here from Guanzhong, if it is two hundred years old, maybe our Zheng family in Jiaodong County will appear on the same genealogy as him." The most important thing is that this place was sold to me by Gongsun's family. ”

"Gongsun family?"

The old man in the yellow robe was a little shocked: "Why?"

"I don't know, but in Changling... They have enough patience in whatever they do, at least more than those in their families. Zheng Sleeve turned to look at the yellow-robed old man, and said indifferently: "As for cultivation... You'll see soon. ”

"Soon, how fast?"

The old man in the yellow robe took a deep breath, he couldn't help but sneer, and said, "I can tell my family about your words, but they don't listen to them, but they look at them." ”

Zheng Sleeve looked at the wild grass, and she didn't say anything more.

"It's been a long time since Wang Jingmeng has compared swords, so many priceless wound medicines, no matter how serious his injuries are... So many piles of wounded medicine are piled up. Although I don't understand why he delayed for so long and didn't find someone to compete with the sword, even if he didn't take the initiative, someone would still take the initiative to challenge him. ”

The yellow-robed old man turned around, and the moment he turned around, the chill in his eyes suddenly intensified, and even some killing intent flashed.

He does not deny Zheng Sleeve's ability, in fact, the more people like him who are close to Zheng Sleeve, the more clear Zheng Sleeve is terrifying, but no one will like the feeling of losing control and not being able to see through a person.

"If my message is not wrong, someone will challenge Wang Jingmeng tomorrow... The challenge will not be sword skills, but realm breaking. ”

Listening to the last words of the yellow-robed old man before leaving, Zheng Sleeve's complexion did not change more.

When the figure of the old man in the yellow robe was completely far away from her perception, when there was no longer the breath of others in this deserted garden, only the unique smell of those wild grasses and wild flowers, the indifference on her face disappeared completely, but the corners of her mouth were filled with more mockery.

Now even she looks down on the stinginess and short-sightedness of those people in Jiaodong County, but sadly, she was born in Jiaodong County.

The longer she came into contact with these gate valves in Changling, the more she understood why these people had always looked down on the gate valves of Jiaodong County before this.

The sun was unusually strong.

The Mirror Lake Sword Festival was in early spring, but now it was the height of summer.

On some trees in the deserted garden, the sound of cicadas gradually sounded.

Although the cicada is just as enthusiastic, the more knowledgeable people should know that the louder the cicada, the closer it is to the end of its life.

"The Bewitching Sword has appeared in Changling for dozens of days, and even Chen Buxian's most proud disciple, Chen Nianyuan, has been there for dozens of days... They are very patient, they don't make any moves, why are you not patient?"

She whispered to herself in her heart: "Sometimes you may not be able to see things clearly, but patience and time can often get answers to your questions." ”

......

Spring goes to autumn, this is a sentence that many books like to use, describing the silent passage of time.

It's just that few people will think about why not go to winter instead of summer.

Maybe it's because spring and autumn are the seasons that people like.

Spring means the revival of all things, flowers and branches, giving people a new life and a good feeling, while autumn means harvest.

Summer is too hot, winter is too cold, and everything is dormant.

Wang Jingmeng quietly raised a bucket of well water.

He felt the sun on his skin, the burning heat, and the coolness of the well water in the bucket, he exhaled slowly, then straightened up and looked at the young man who was walking into the courtyard.

"I am from Chu. ”

The young man is about the same age as him, dressed in coarse clothes, not handsome, but his eyebrows are very delicate, and he is smooth, "My senior brother is also from Chu, his name is He Xiu, he wants to compete with you, but it is not a school sword skills, my senior brother thinks that he may not be able to beat his brother in sword skills, but practice, not only sword skills, but also realm." ”

Wang Jingmeng smiled.

He had already learned the news from Zheng Sleeve before, so he was not surprised.

"What's your name?"

He looked at the young man from Chu and said, "Why didn't your senior brother come and tell me directly." ”

"My name is insignificant. ”

The young man also smiled slightly, and said: "My senior brother's time is more precious than mine, if you don't accept his proposal, he doesn't need to come in person, if you agree, if you have anything, he will naturally say it to you tomorrow on the bank of the River of the Dead." ”

"Tell me your name, and I promise your brother's proposal. Wang Jingmeng looked at the humble and obedient young man seriously and said.

The young man was a little surprised, he stared at Wang Jingmeng for a moment, bowed slightly, and said, "Zhao Qiang, Rose's Rose." ”