"When the sun sets, the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. ”

The clear female voice fell into the celadon cup with the faint sunset, causing layers of ripples.

The young man listening to the clear female voice leaned on the hard, cold wall, and sat on a warm and soft cotton cushion.

On the mahogany table in front of him, there are a variety of freshly baked delicacies, including Nanjiang saury cooked in salt and pepper that was caught this morning, the best beef with secret sauce that can be fragrant for ten miles, and a bowl of simple white rice, but the softest and most delicious, with endless aftertaste.

The aroma is tangy and hard to resist.

He raised his hand, but instead of picking up the carved bamboo chopsticks, he carefully held the celadon cup containing the tea with two fingers and raised it to his lips.

Purse your lips slightly and take a good bite.

Tilt your head to look out the window.

A small stream, a small pavilion, a small maple tree.

The yellow leaves are falling red, and the autumn mood is getting stronger.

That's a good word. ”

He turned his shoulder to look at her book, standing five steps in front of him.

She has a delicate figure, a delicate face, and a light green dress, which shows her lively personality on weekdays.

"Hey, do you think it's good?" she blinked her watery eyes, and there seemed to be some incomprehension in her eyes: "But the slave maid thinks that this word is too obscure...... They are already disemboweled, will they say that the wanderers are better?"

He gently put down the teacup and smiled at her: "Shangshan, do you remember who the author of this word is?"

The girl immediately replied, "It's Mr. Tori." ”

He nodded and smiled, "Look at it, does the book say where Mr. Dongli is from?"

She carefully picked up the thin sheet of paper, flipped to the previous page, and bowed her head and said, "Mr. Dongli is...... Yaozhou people. ”

Ah, Yaozhou.

During the True Dragon period, Yaozhou was the most prosperous state among the twelve states in the world, and it was the capital of the True Dragon Dynasty, so it was named 'Yao'. It was only later that Dameng won the world and demolished the original Zhenlong Ancient Capital to almost no bricks and tiles, and the prosperity of Yaozhou suffered a big blow. However, although this blow was severe, it was not fatal - what was really fatal was that after waking up from the dream for 30 years, the east of Tianxing Mountain, centered on the two rivers of Nanjiang and Beijiang, formed a pattern of military forces in the north and Yonghua in the south. The two countries, both military and Yonghua, in order to reproduce the glory of the real dragon and even the big dream, have been at war with each other for many years. And the main battlefield of the war between the two countries is this Yaozhou.

In the past 100 years, Yaozhou has been devastated by the war, and it is now one out of ten with millions of Li people, plus the south of the Nanjiang River, Yongzhou, Fuzhou, Yangzhou, the rise of these three states, today's world, Yaozhou has long been like a dry bone in the grave.

If that's not enough to be called a 'gut-breaker', what can it be?

She bowed her head thoughtfully.

He smiled peacefully.

"Yo, are you asking the little girl to read you the lyrics?"

A slightly hoarse but energetic male voice came from the screen of the door.

Then, I saw an old man with a black beard and white sideburns, walking slowly with a scarlet cane.

He quickly got up, jumped down from his seat, stood beside her, and bowed respectfully.

"Weng Weng. "Sir. ”

The old man nodded slightly, and said to him, "Young, it's good to talk about culture. But now you say, the food on this table is going to be cold. ”

The young man smiled and responded, "Don't say it, don't say it." ”

"Hmm. The old man turned to the side slightly and said to her: "Little girl, you should go and eat quickly, if you don't go, with your sister's appetite, I'm afraid I won't leave much for you." ”

When the little girl heard this, she remembered the feeling of going into the quilt with a hungry belly last time, and quickly said, 'Goodbye, master!', and then turned around and ran away.

Seeing his spirits, the old man showed a little kind smile.

He turned around, looked at the well-dressed young man in front of him, raised his wrinkled but still somewhat vigorous palm, raised it to his forehead, thought for a moment, and said, "Child, have you been taller these days?"

Childe smiled slightly: "How come, I'm already over the weak crown, I shouldn't be long." I guess it's Weng Weng, your back is hunched a little more. ”

The old man first smiled faintly, and then gently hit his left leg with the cane in his hand, pretending to be angry: "Don't say that Weng Weng is old." ”

Gongzi said again: "Weng Weng is so old, Weng Weng is in the back of the year, 'the dragon gave birth to nine sons'!"

Another limp.

"Oh, don't talk to Weng Weng. ”

"Okay, okay. The young man twisted his legs to show weakness, and said with a smile: "Has Weng Weng eaten it?"

"I've eaten it, just ate it with your stupid uncle. ”

The old man walked to the table, sat on the cotton cushion opposite the red table, and took out a blue and white porcelain cup the size of half a palm from the brocade robe on his body: "However, it is just right to drink two sips of tea to digest and digest." ”

Looking at the old man's own teacup, Childe smiled and sat back at the table.

......

Outside the window, the bright moon is rising.

Inside the window, one table, two people.

The young man and the tough old man sat face to face.

The young son's surname is Yin, and he is the young head of Meng Yue's Yin family, and the 'Young Master Yin' in the idle people of the market.

The tough old man's surname is Yin Mingbing, and he is the righteous family of Meng Yue Yin, and the 'Yin master' in the mouth of the idle people in the market.

The relationship between the two is a clear and clear grandparents - naturally, Yin Bing, who is too old, is his grandfather, and Yin Shao, who has just passed the weak crown, is his grandson, not the opposite.

In front of the table, Yin Shao, who was well-proportioned and full of vigor between his eyebrows, held a rice bowl and held bamboo chopsticks, eating vegetables and eating, one bite after another, while the slightly hunchbacked and elderly Yin Bing held the teacup in both hands, tasting it in small sips, while looking at his grandson in front of him, with a proud and relieved faint smile on his face.

The two ate and drank like this, except for the first few pleasantries, but they didn't have much to say for a while. Although the atmosphere in the room is very quiet, it is not the calm that the enemy does not dare to speak out at present, or the silence that does not speculate and speak to the people in front of him, but a kind of elegant tranquility like listening to the sound of water in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

After all, even if he has something to say, he will not be more decent until Yin Shao eats the food and puts down the dishes and chopsticks.

'Goo-'

Suddenly, a bird cries from outside the window.

The old man was slightly stunned, raised his right arm, and let the big fat pigeon with gray wings and white belly stop on his wrist. Then, with only one left hand, he skillfully untied the rope on his claws, removed the rolled yellow paper, and waved his arm to let it fly high.

He carefully spread out the yellow paper and lowered his head to read.

Yin Shao, who was on the other side of the table, swallowed a mouthful of rice and asked curiously, "Weng Weng, how did you get the letter?"

"It's from the Yamen. The old man crumpled the yellow paper into a ball, stuffed it into his arms, looked up and said: "Ma Kuai's message said that the West Tiger Village in the east of the city was slaughtered." ”

"Alas?!" Yin Shao was shocked: "Slaughtered?!"

"Well, there are two or three people left, and the owner of the village is alive, but he is dying. The old man stroked his gray beard and sighed lightly: "Looking at this technique, most of it is a 'good' thing done by the young Xuanshi. ”

Yin Shao nodded and said, "Indeed, it is a good thing to eliminate violence and peace." ”

Yin Bing paused, raised his eyes and said, "Child, this shouldn't be what you did, right?"

"Ahh

"No, that's fine. The old man sighed and said, "Now the young people in our Qimen are too reckless. After all, the West Tiger Village is a cottage that has dealings with the government, and if he is so vicious, he is clearly slapping the government in the face. ”

Yin Shao didn't reply, just picked up a piece of sauced beef and put it in his mouth, chewed a few bites, and drank another sip of tea.

"Sir!"

A shout suddenly came from beside him.

Turning around, it was the old steward who bowed slightly.

The old steward said: "Master, a man in white who claims to be Wang Manxiu came to visit him, saying that he was the young master's confidant. ”

Huh?

Yin Shao, who was holding the tea, blinked, as if he was a little puzzled. An ordinary Qimen disciple like him rarely has a heart-to-heart relationship with others, although there are some nodding friends, but there are not many friends, let alone those who dare to call themselves 'confidants'. Besides, he couldn't remember that one of the people he knew was Wang Manxiu.

Yin Bing, who saw his grandson's blank expression, raised his head and said to the steward, "Did the white clothes say anything else?"

The steward immediately nodded and said, "The white coat also said that the young master doesn't have to go to Pingshui to invite him to eat and drink, and it will be ...... to be the host in Meng Yue here."

"Poof—"

Yin Shao squirted out the tea in his mouth violently, and confused Weng Weng's face that was caught off guard.

The steward was startled, and hurriedly walked to the old man with water droplets on his face, and took out a white handkerchief from his arms: "Master, wipe it quickly." ”

"Hmm...... Well. The old man who had just come back to his senses nodded and took the handkerchief, wiped a few times on his thin face, and said softly: "Young man, you are ......"

"Weng, I remember who that man is. Yin Shao put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand. With a dark face, he said, "Do you remember, the last time I told you that when I caught the 'Spirit Eye' in Pingshui, the white-clothed knight who killed halfway?"

The old man was stunned: "This is the person?"

Yin Shao smiled bitterly and said 'um-'.

The old man nodded thoughtfully, turned sideways and handed the handkerchief back to the steward, and said, "Lao Huang, go and close the door to refuse guests." ”

The steward sleeved, said 'I know', and then turned around and walked away quickly.

"Hey, Weng Weng, won't you let Mr. Bai in?" Yin Shao swallowed his saliva and said softly: "But if you provoke him, if he wants to break in......"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. The old man smiled slightly and made himself a new cup of tea: "Today, your stupid uncle is also at home. ”

Yin Shao was stunned for a moment and nodded.

Indeed, today's second son of the Yin family, Yin Shao's uncle, Yin Zheng is also there.

"Last time, you told Weng Weng that the white clothes had nearly a hundred enemies, and he had to return empty-handed. But today, your stupid uncle has the strength of a real little hundred. The old man gently blew the hot air in the tea and said with a smile: "Don't forget, your uncle was in that little Xuanwu three years ago, but he was only half a chess match to win one of the 'Seven Heroes'." ”

With that, Yin Bing took a sip of tea calmly.

Yin Shao, who was on the other side of the red table, bowed his head.

Yes, although my uncle is a little stupid, and his brain often can't turn around, but the stupidity of practicing my Yin family's Qimen can be regarded as an innate blessing. Now in this Qimen Jianghu, the strength can be ranked before the uncle, even if two hands can't be counted, three hands must be-

"Sir!"

The panting steward rushed into the house again.

"Second, the second son, he! the second son, he was beaten to the ground!"

"Poof—"

Another sip of tea.

It's just that this time, it was the young master who was sprayed in the face.