In Song Yuchen's stunned eyes, Chang Leyan's slender back with stacks of books appeared outside the Freehand Garden.

Chang Leyan, who didn't seem to have worn clothes of any other color except for green clothes, threw his heavy bookcase in front of the bamboo house, which was not very beautiful, but his delicate face was full of beads of sweat.

Song Yuchen glanced at Chang Leyan, who was bent over and panting, and asked, "These are all selected for me by your grandfather?"

Song Yuchen was speechless, didn't he say that he could just pick one or two books, how did he get so much, why not just move all the books in the Library Pavilion here.

Chang Leyan raised his head and glared at the former, panting and too lazy to answer. She hated this bastard to death in her heart now, and if it weren't for him, she wouldn't have carried such a heavy book up the mountain.

Chang Leyan touched his shoulder lightly, and the cold sweat came down on his delicate face, which was really sore.

She even suspected that she was bleeding, and it was estimated that when she woke up tomorrow, her shoulders and two arms would not be able to move.

"Dinner" Chang Leyan took out two food boxes from the bookcase full of books as if she was playing a trick, but then she found that the guy was holding a large piece of barbecue meat that seemed to be very delicious.

"Hey, why does it look so much like a chicken" Chang Leyan's face changed slightly, "Is the bamboo chicken in your hand on this bamboo mountain?"

Song Yuchen nodded and said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"You" Chang Le stood up with a smile, and when he looked closely, it was indeed a bamboo chicken.

Chang Leyan's next words made Song Yuchen a little ridiculous, only to hear the girl say with a resentful face: "I took a fancy to those two bamboo chickens early in the morning, and you actually robbed me of bamboo chickens." ”

Because Yingwu's belongings were all empty, and the disciples hadn't opened meat for a long time, Chang Leyan had his idea to hit the bamboo chicken on the bamboo mountain.

It's just that this bamboo mountain has always been a holy place, so she didn't dare to start, and she never thought that she would be taken advantage of by a foreign scholar.

Zhao Qingying on the side smiled slightly, and handed over the delicious bamboo chicken in her hand, but she only kept a calf herself, "Sister Le Yan should be tired, let's eat something first, don't worry, this is my sister's fire." ”

Chang Leyan was a little surprised, "Sister Zhao will also make a fire to barbecue?!"

When he spoke, his big eyes were full of admiration, no wonder, he was so beautiful, he was so gentle and kind, and what was even more commendable was that he would make a fire and barbecue.

In fact, Zhao Meiren, who just lit a fire and almost cried herself, didn't blush or beat when she bragged, nodded with a smile, and robbed Song Yuchen of all her credit and hard work.

Hearing that this was roasted by Sister Zhao, Chang Leyan reached out and took it, if it was the guy surnamed Song who grilled it, she would probably have to be suspicious.

As soon as he tore off a small piece, Chang Leyan stopped, looked at Zhao Qingying with two big eyes, and said, "Sister Zhao, I can take this back, the stinky old man has lost a lot of weight recently, and so is that stupid Jingyou, I found that he hasn't grown any longer recently." ”

Zhao Qingying touched the former's emaciated cheek with some distress, smiled and nodded, "Of course you can." ”

Zhao Qingying suddenly looked at the talented son of the Song family on the side, and said, "Take this one back, you eat Song Gongzi's one, he told me before that he was too full, right, Song Gongzi?"

Zhao Qingying looked at Song Yuchen with a smile on her face.

Song Yuchen touched his nose and felt that he had been pitted.

"Hey, anyway, my son has no appetite today, and it's a pity that Zhao Meiren is roasted deliciously, for the sake of your girl's hard work in endorsing me, I will reward you." ”

Chang Leyan instinctively wanted to open her mouth to refuse, but before she could speak, the guy threw the bamboo chicken that was only missing a wing.

Xiao Nizi was in a hurry, and it was not easy to catch it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a certain Oiran with a smug smile, and Song Yuchen smiled bitterly in his heart.

That's it, as an ancestral master, how can you make your juniors starving.

In fact, Song Yuchen, who had eaten less than three points full, after selecting one of the martial arts cheats "Yingwu Sword Record", he left the Freehand Garden alone and walked to a higher place in Zhushan.

If you can't see or smell the smell of barbecue, you're not so hungry.

This night, the scholar in Tsing Yi did not return all night.

The next day, before the sun rose from the bottom of the vast Taihu Lake, Song Yuchen descended from Zhushan and came to the ancestral hall.

He should have been here yesterday first, but it was really because the poison on his body was not solved at that time, of course, there was another important reason, that is, the juniors surrounded this freehand garden, and if he went to the ancestral hall at that time, it was estimated that he would really be chased and cut with a sword.

Probably still asleep, no one found that Song Yuchen, an "uninvited guest", broke into the ancestral hall, and Song Yuchen was also happy.

After entering the ancestral hall, in addition to the ancestor of the mountain with a blurred face, the portrait of Meng Changming is the most eye-catching, and it is hung behind the ancestor who is second only to the unknown name.

In the ancestral hall, seeing his portrait, Song Yuchen always felt very awkward in his heart, and had the urge to tear it off, but as soon as he thought of the consequences that this might bring, Song Yuchen dispelled this idea.

Respectfully, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the ancestors and ancestors nine times.

But after knocking, Song Yuchen's face was a little strange, because he realized it later, and he felt that he had just worshiped some of the juniors who should call him the ancestor master.

Song Yuchen couldn't help but smile bitterly, what is this called.

"Come out. Song Yuchen didn't turn his head, and said for no reason, "The person who stood on the top of the cliff yesterday should be your kid." ”

Sure enough, a person came out behind him, dressed in black, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, about sixteen years old.

It was none other than Jing You, who ran outside the Tang Gate that night.

"Are you really Song Yucheng, a talented son of the Song family?" asked Jing You, who was carrying a wide ancient sword on his back, softly.

Song Yuchen glanced at the former and said with a smile: "The Song family doesn't dare to be a talent, but it's true that I'm Song Yucheng, but I prefer that others call me Song Yuchen." ”

Yesterday he was in the Taihu Lake with his former friend Shui Yu "reminiscence", this kid happened to see it on the top of the cliff, and he was shocked to think about it. He appeared in Yingwu Freehand Garden, and that kid would definitely pay attention, so he wasn't surprised that this kid would come here with him.

"I saw you kneeling down to worship our ancestor of Yingwu just now, and you are not a disciple of Yingwu, why?" Jing You asked with a frown.

Song Yuchen smiled slightly and said, "If I say that I have entered your Yingwu Gate, do you believe it or not?"

"Reason. ”

"Why?"

Jing You said: "I can see that the old dock master respects you very much, and a person who can be recognized by the water dragon should not be a simple scholar, Yingwu Temple is small, I'm afraid it can't fit your big Buddha." ”

Song Yuchen smiled and asked, "Who said that Yingwu Temple is small?"

Jing You was silent.

Song Yuchen noticed that the wide ancient sword that the former was carrying was a little familiar, and said, "Can you lend me your sword to take a look?"

After hesitating slightly, Jing You untied the ancient sword behind his back and handed it over.

Drawing the sword out of the sheath, sure enough, this is a heavy sword forged from jade, no wonder when looking at the hilt of the sword, it feels a little familiar, and the feeling is the one he used in the water at the bottom of the cliff.

By chance, he found that at the bottom of the cliff in the south, there is a diameter of one zhang of the size of the channel, through the north and south of Yingwu Island, every tidal day, or in the event of strong wind and rain, the turbulent undercurrent in the depths of Taihu Lake will penetrate into the channel, the sound is terrifying.

It was also him Meng Changming who was bold, and actually gave birth to a terrible idea of going to the Yongdao to practice swords, you must know that there is a dark and cold in the Yongdao, and there are countless sharp reefs, if you are not careful, you will be swept away by the turbulent undercurrent.

But the more this is the case, the more beneficial it is to cultivate there, and it will have twice the result with half the effort, it can be said that he Meng Changming's sword dao can enter the hall so quickly, and the Yongdao like Huangquan Dao is indispensable.

Song Yuchen suddenly had a thought in his mind, and in Jing You's stunned eyes, he said, "Follow me to a place." ”

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