When people have nothing to do, time always flies quickly, and from today on, Song Jie no longer believes in this sentence. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Nima, what's so fast? It's obviously slow to die, boring to death.

"Sun, sun, you're finally going down. ”

In the distance, half of the sun was finally slowly setting in Song Jie's expectant gaze, and the moon on the other side had already risen.

"Hee-hee, Brother Jie, it's time to eat. Also under Song Jie's expectant gaze, Li Yuanzhi's little head appeared on the other side of the wall on time.

"Today's meal is still hot. Song Jie took the roast chicken and found that the chicken was still warm, obviously freshly cooked.

Li Yuanzhi smiled: "Yes, I asked Mother Wu to help do it." Eat it while it's hot. ”

"Hehe, I have nothing to do, let's talk about it, what do you little girl ask me for?" Song Jie smiled, tore off a chicken leg, and said while gnawing.

Li Yuanzhi's face turned red, and she whispered: "Brother Jie, let's continue to tell the story of the Three Kingdoms, okay?"

"En?" Song Jie looked at her and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that I said something wrong?"

"No, no. Li Yuanzhi hurriedly said: "What Brother Jie said is right. I just... I've asked Mr. Lu. ”

Song Jie smiled, threw the chicken bones in his hand casually, and asked, "Okay, which story do you want to hear this time?"

"Yes. Li Yuanzhi thought for a while and said with a smile: "Let's talk about the three heroes fighting Lu Bu." ”

"This ......" Song Jie said with a bitter face, "Why don't we change it." This story is also fictional. ”

"No, I can't. Li Yuanzhi affirmed: "I'm going to listen to this, let's talk about this, okay?"

"Okay, let's tell this story. ”

Song Jie cleared his throat and said in a frustrated voice: "If you want to talk about the three heroes fighting Lu Bu, then you must first talk about the princes of the Eighteenth Road fighting Dong Zhuo." Who Dong Zhuo is, do you know who it is? It was a famous traitor in the late Han Dynasty, who stayed on the dragon bed at night, and killed hundreds of officials, and there was a man named Cao Cao at that time......

These two people talked one and listened to the other, from the princes of the Eighteenth Road to talk about Dong to Guan Yu's beheading of Huaxiong, and then to the three British battles against Lu Bu, and before they knew it, they had risen to the middle of the moon.

Li Yuanzhi was listening to the rise, forgetting the time, and suddenly a voice came from the courtyard: "Yuanzhi, where are you?"

"Ahh With that, he jumped off the wall and disappeared.

"What's the hurry? Listen to the voice, your father is still far away. ”

Song Jie muttered, looked up at the sky, it was indeed not early, I was afraid that it was almost time to see the height of the moon, turned over, and went to sleep!

The world is not as big as eating and sleeping.

slept until dawn, and Song Jie woke up with a crisp voice.

"Alas, who wakes up first in the big dream, I know in my life. Song Jie opened his eyes in a daze, stretched his waist, and said, "You little girl, disturbing people's dreams early in the morning." ”

"Hee-hee. Li Yuanzhi chuckled: "Brother Jie, I want to find Teacher Lu to learn martial arts today, will you go?"

"Go, why don't you go? He still has a gambling contract with me. Wouldn't it be cheaper for him not to go?"

Song Jie smiled.

"Did those three really come last night?" asked Li Yuanzhi.

Song Jie rolled his eyes and said lightly: "The defense of your chief soldier's mansion is really not very good, last night four people went in and out, and there was such a big movement, I didn't even know at all." ”

He woke up the four of them in the middle of his sleep last night, but he didn't care about it at all, turned over and fell asleep again.

Now Lu Feiqing hasn't come back yet.

Song Jie sent Li Yuanzhi to open the back door for him, and he walked to the back door in a hurry, met Li Yuanzhi, and went outside Lu Feiqing's study together.

At this time, the door of the study was closed, Song Jie pushed the door open, and said with a smile: "Let's go, let's go in first and wait, Teacher Lu shouldn't have come back yet." ”

Li Yuanzhi followed Song Jie into the house step by step, and sure enough, Lu Feiqing's figure was missing, Song Jie saw a note pressed under the paperweight on the table, copied it and looked at it, smiled hehe, and handed it to Li Yuanzhi: "Well, take a look, Teacher Lu ran away again." ”

Li Yuanzhi took the note and looked at it, it was indeed a letter left for her, but it meant that she left last night.

"No, no, how can the teacher deceive people. Li Yuanzhi looked depressed, and her eyes were red.

Song Jie smiled: "Don't worry, little girl, Mr. Lu, he can't run, I forgot what I told you yesterday? He was seriously injured this time, so he had to go back here, let's wait for him here." ”

As soon as the words fell, the door suddenly opened, and a person stumbled in, it was Lu Feiqing who Song Jie had just mentioned.

But seeing that his face was pale, and his upper body was bloody, and he staggered, as if he was about to fall at any moment, he grabbed the chair and fell on it.

"Teacher!" Li Yuanzhi exclaimed.

Lu Feiqing interrupted: "Close the door and don't make a sound." As he spoke, he closed his eyes and remained silent.

Song Jie saw Li Yuanzhi's worried face, and comforted her: "Don't worry, he is breathing a sigh of relief, and nothing will happen." ”

Lu Feiqing breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Song Jie, and said, "Whew... I really let you say it, I don't have to come back injured. ”

Song Jie pursed his lips and said, "I guessed it a long time ago." Those three people don't look weak, don't forget to make a bet, you are so seriously injured, rest well. ”

"Yuan Zhi, you told Ling Zun that I am sick and need to rest for half a month. ”

Lu Feiqing gasped and admonished.

"Okay, don't talk, I'll do the rest. ”

Song Jie snorted, rolled his eyes, and said, "I won't stop being injured." Yuan Zhi, tell your father that you don't need to ask a doctor, Teacher Lu can take care of it himself. ”

"With such a serious injury, how can you do it without asking a doctor?"

Li Yuanzhi frowned and looked at Lu Feiqing worriedly.

Song Jie smiled bitterly and said, "Doctor, didn't Mr. Lu let others know about what he was fighting with people last night?"

"Oh. Li Yuanzhi thought about it, it was true, agreed, and ran out.

Song Jie waited until Li Yuanzhi went out, and said lightly: "Said you can't run, right?

As he spoke, he tore open the clothes next to Lu Feiqing's wound and asked, "Where is the knife wound medicine?"

Lu Feiqing had already believed Song Jie's words when he saw the three opponents yesterday, if he hadn't been fully prepared last night, he might have died with those three people today, and exchanged three first-class players for his Lu Feiqing's trust, he himself knew that he was not worth the price.

Seeing Song Jie's sneer, he asked him for knife medicine, but he was not annoyed, and reluctantly smiled: "In my package, the white is applied externally, and the red is taken internally." ”

Song Jie unwrapped the package, put the medicinal powder in the white bottle on the wound, wrapped it around gauze, pulled out the red bottle, poured out two pills, handed them to Lu Feiqing, and said, "Eat it." ”

Lu Feiqing took the pill with a smile, swallowed it directly, closed his eyes and breathed for a long time, opened his eyes and said: "Who am I, you should know a lot now, are you sure you want to learn martial arts from me?" ”

"Even if I don't enter the rivers and lakes, am I still the same life and death, and I have eaten the last meal or not?" Song Jie said indifferently.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Lu Feiqing looked at the face that was calmer and calmer than his peers, and smiled: "You told me earlier that the three opponents came, and they saved my life. ”

"Really?" Song Jie was overjoyed and exclaimed, he originally thought it would take some effort, and knelt down respectfully and kowtowed eight heads, this is the apprenticeship ceremony, Song Jie's miscellaneous reading, these ancient people's rules are still known.

Lu Feiqing accepted it with a smile and said, "Since you have entered my door, if you rely on martial arts to do evil in the future......

"I said, master, I'm pretty good-looking, right? I went to the lake yesterday afternoon, and I don't look like a bad guy at all. ”

Song Jie said aggrievedly.

Lu Feiqing made the funny expression on his face amused, and scolded with a smile: "You kid be honest, you just apprenticed to be so improper." ”

"Hehe, master, I got a martial art here by accident, I don't know how to practice, can you give me some advice?" Song Jie smiled and scratched his head, ready to take out the "Point Point Chapter".

If there is no one to guide that martial art, it will not be able to be practiced at all.

Lu Feiqing breathed for a while, felt much better, and agreed: "You can take it and take a look." ”

"Okay, I'll write it out. Song Jie was overjoyed, grabbed the brush, suddenly stunned, looked at the paper on the table, and then looked at the brush in his hand, his hand stopped in mid-air.

Lu Feiqing saw his embarrassed face and asked, "What's wrong?"

"That's... Master, I... I don't know how to write calligraphy. Song Jie's face was even more embarrassed, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Yesterday he said that he was a scholar, but today he told people that he couldn't write.

Lu Feiqing almost didn't catch his breath, and looked at him in surprise, I can't write, what are you asking me to read?

"Didn't Yuan Zhi say yesterday that you had read a book? Why can't you even write?"

Song Jie said: "I've read books, and I've read a lot." It's just that I can't write with a brush. ”

He knew all the characters of the Qing Dynasty, and many of the books he read in his previous life were also published in traditional Chinese, but modern society does not specialize in learning calligraphy, and it is simply impossible to read the calligraphy with a brush.

Song Jie knows what level his calligraphy is, and he would rather be embarrassed than take it out to be embarrassing...

Lu Feiqing smiled: "You mean to say that you can recognize words, but you are embarrassed to write them?"

"Yes. ”

"Then why don't you hurry up and practice calligraphy, well, I estimate that it will take two months to raise it, go back and let Yuan Zhi and Li Zongbing talk, you will stay and be a scholar for me, and take advantage of two months to practice calligraphy, well, all I have learned is Taoist martial arts, you can read more Taoist classics." ”

Lu Feiqing laughed and directly set Song Jie's hard days for the next two months.