Master Meng: "...... Today's foal is so strange. ”

The eldest lady scolded with a smile: "But what is the matter that cannot be his mind." ”

Master Meng thought about it for a while, what kind of storm could such a young child provoke, and then the two of them looked at each other affectionately and smiled, chatting and helping them back to the backyard.

Speaking of private learning, Meng Ni's matter lasted for a month, and one-sixth of the year passed. Meng Ju finally didn't pull down his face to ask Han Ling for help, and took Meng Ni with the noble gift to find the master to make amends, apologize and beg in every way.

After all, the master still had to take into account Meng Ju's identity as the future sect master of the Meng clan and let Meng Ni come back, but he never had a good face for him, and he didn't make up for the lessons he missed, just as a little transparent. On the contrary, Han Ling helped from time to time, and the relationship with Meng Ju became closer and closer...... Oh no, it's sunset and clouds, and I don't know how many times.

Jia Mingsheng has been forgotten by the master who saved him, and he stayed in the Han family like a soy sauce player, but his mind became more and more sober, but he still couldn't tell his origin, only said that he escaped from a dungeon, and he was groggy all the way to this place, half-wandering and half-begging, and he couldn't remember anything clearly, but his brother's appearance was still clear-

The stars are moving, and the moon cage is agarwood.

The first snow falls imperceptibly, from summer to winter. Surrounded by new friends and blessings, Han Ling celebrated his fifth birthday. He's getting in with it, not remembering the past more deeply.

He also received a lot of gifts, among which in addition to food and toys, the most valuable ones were a light but extremely sharp cyan long sword made by Han Su for him and a piece of ancient jade that Meng Ju and Shide had saved up to buy, just because it was a grimace totem composed of blood-red lines that several people had accidentally seen Shi Hanling and said they liked very much.

Now his life is also on the right track, getting up early in the morning to exercise, running laps, sword fighting, practicing body and footwork, going out to say hello to Uncle Ping or the aunt who sells oil cakes, and going to class in a happy mood. In the evening, I went home and continued to read the additional books set by the Master, and wrote an article as required and gave it to the Master for review.

Because in the real life of the previous life, there was no light skill of flying eaves and walls, and there was no powerful martial arts, Han Ling was actually full of curiosity about martial arts when he read some articles and poems of his predecessors. And the last contact with the state pastor made him see the unfathomable in it, and he longed for what the poem said, "Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles without staying." ”

Han Ling's Xiushui swordsmanship moves have been learned almost perfectly, but the master thinks that his physical foundation is not good enough, and he did not let him combine his true qi with sword skills too early, so Han Ling's sword in a second is still as slow as a turtle speed in the eyes of people who really have kung fu, even if he uses all his strength, he can't hit the shock ripples like the master. He had no choice but to slowly and repeatedly think about every movement to strive for perfection, and at the same time, he was also grinding day and night for the master to learn the method of qi induction earlier.

Life just went on like this. The bleakness of early winter makes the whole town lose the vitality and vitality of summer. The peasants who worked in the countryside began to enter into a long period of leisure, and the merchants and sellers of the shops in the city also dozed off in front of the stove with their sleeves crossed. The chickens are nested in the grass, and the dogs are cowered in the house.

The red sun in the sky, which was much larger than the previous life, still exuded a warm glow that had never diminished, shining mottled through the window, and Old Master Meng was reading the article in front of him.

“...... All directions are majestic...... The emperor is worthy of heaven and earth......"

Han Ling has never been very interested in this kind of political article that praises virtue, and looked at the few plum blossoms outside the window with a bored expression.

The plum blossoms here bud in the early snow, bloom in the early winter, thank in the early rain, and bear fruit in the summer. It can be said that the snow blooms all winter.

After the snow, the world is clear, and the plum blossoms are just right. The branches and shadows are slanted, dense and dense, but there is a lonely and high-temperature cold, but it is lined with the prosperity of the world, which is not as good as its jade bone ice heart, and its nature is cold and thin.

There are many familiar colors of flowers that are not available here, such as plum blossoms only have red, for example, lotus flowers only have red and white, no pink and yellow, and for example, chrysanthemums here have no colors, only gold.

In his spare time, Han Ling has been thinking about the inextricable connection between this ancient martial arts world and the former technological modern world. Although there are many differences in species, there is no doubt that the two worlds have many similarities. And in this world, there are many legendary species in previous lives, although rare and precious, but they have been proven to be real.

There are some conjectures, but careful scrutiny is not tenable at all, so I don't bother with it.

I was in a daze, when I heard a deep cry not far away from my ear.

"Han Ling!"

He snapped back to his senses and was greeted with a burst of laughter.

Han Ling got up and smiled apologetically at his master: "The student knows his mistake. ”

The master said bitterly: "Ah, the old man also knows that you don't like this official article, and the young man's temperament is also normal." But most of you always want to enter the official career, whether you are a pen and a pen official or a master of the government, you have to write these things, so you can't put some effort into learning?"

The beings in the hall said yes, they all looked like echoing insects, but Meng Ju asked with a sparse smile:

"Since everyone is not happy to write this Rausch thing, it shouldn't be difficult to change it!"

Old Master Meng looked disapproving: "You kid hasn't entered the officialdom, and you don't know anything yet." The most important thing for the royal family is not the inconvenience, but whether it can highlight the majesty of the royal family. I wish it would be good to use eight sentences around nine corners in a sentence, so it doesn't matter if you understand it or not, the dragon is in the sky, and it is natural that the clouds come and go in the fog, and you can't see the end of the head. ”

When the sentient beings heard what he said interestingly, they couldn't help but laugh secretly in the hall. But I don't know that this Meng Ju is really a prophecy, but this is all a later story, so let's not mention it for the time being.

The atmosphere in the classroom was much more lively after this, but Han Ling noticed that Meihui, who was sitting in front of her, was a little restless.

She still looks delicate, with light eyebrows and eyes, and a yellow dress. With her back to her, Han Ling couldn't see the look on her face clearly. After thinking about it, I wrote a note and handed it over to ask her what was wrong.

Meihui looked around, hesitated but didn't write, just waved her hand to signal the end of class.

Han Ling didn't want to ask again, so it was easy to get out of class, so he leaned forward and asked, "Meihui?"

Meihui's face was a confused look that she had never seen before, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at him emptyly, her face flushed, and she stammered and couldn't speak.

Seeing this, Han Ling couldn't stop beating the drums in his heart, and hurriedly pulled her to a secluded place and whispered, "...... What's wrong? What's going on?"

The two of them hid in the shadows in the corner, and Meihui whispered, "I...... I can say, you really, really, you must believe me. ”

Han Ling's face was still indifferent, and he said in a calm tone: "You say, I believe it." ”

Meihui struggled to find the right direction, hesitating, "I can see ...... Don't go home today, there's a bloody disaster. ”

Han Ling was shocked: "!?"