Twenty years ago, this person had already set out to build such a secluded place on the north shore, and it was unknown to the people? Xie Junhe was so shocked that a chill welled up in his back. But everyone didn't think much about it, but they were only very grateful to this reclusive master.

"Who are you?" Xie Junhe finally couldn't help but glared at him and asked.

"The vast lake and sea, just a lazy and lazy person!" the old man smiled and picked up the hoe on the ground, buckled the hat, and got rid of the appearance of a farmer farming, and leisurely hummed a small song to the ridge. It's just that the hands that are white and abrupt are still dazzling and terrifying—in any case, this will never be the hands of ordinary farmers.

Xie Junhe's anger became even worse: "Hey!"

The old man walked away without even hearing it, and threw Xie Junhe directly into the cold wind with a flick of his sleeve.

Liu Siren smiled and said: "Don't be impatient, he doesn't want to speak, and we can only wait." "This good gentleman is notoriously good-natured, submissive, and unhurried. There was never a hint of resentment.

"But......" Xue Hai raised his head with sadness, but left the problem to Xie Jun and melancholy.

However, after all, they didn't know anything about Chu Tao after this big war, and they didn't even know about life and death.

The wait is too long.

Of course, Xie Junhe was ready to move, trying to cross the defense line of thousands of acres of pine and bamboo, but found that the pine wave was more difficult to deal with than thousands of troops. In the vast expanse of all directions, you can see everything, and you seem to see nothing. Once you are in it, you have no direction at all and are trapped in a sea of green. The wind blows the bamboo leaves, rustling, like undulating waves. But it is impossible to predict what kind of appearance the sword light and sword shadow will be interpreted behind the waves. Finally gave up.

In fact, Xie Junhe could only practice martial arts with the swordsmen early in the morning, and of course, by the way, he also taught Chu Xuehai a one-and-a-half-style swordsmanship, which was purely used for self-defense. Farming at noon, casually flipping through various classics in the old man's house in the afternoon, sitting and waiting for news outside. Or go to the edge of the pine and bamboo forest to explore and patrol, hoping to find something. Otherwise, there is the pervasive smell of alcohol.

"Jun and Big Brother!" the whole courtyard heard Xue Hai's dissatisfied call, but nothing could stop Xie Jun and his drunken posture, because he had nothing to do except drink. The old man is more honest than Liu Siren - he drank the wine and went to carry it again. He spoiled the herbs he had planted in his field and planted them again. Tear up his pergola and build it again. Break up his books and fix them. Ren Xie Jun and many annoying people get into trouble, the old man just laughed, and never mentioned letting him leave or anything like that.

After a long time, Xie Junhe knew that such a childish confrontation was completely ineffective, and he no longer made trouble.

Finally, when another dusk came, a white dove flew in the sky, and a line of small characters on the pigeon book said: Rumors are numerous, people are confused, and ask when to return?

Xie Junhe was almost crazy.

It was actually Sverlane's handwriting seal.

Rumors spread everywhere, and as expected, it was guessed that Jiang Ye and Tang Yao must be fanning the flames on the south bank at this moment and shaking Chu Tao's position. Maybe the Qin family's blood ghost night owl had already mixed into the south bank, spreading rumors unfavorable to Chu Tao everywhere. Feng Ruohan has always been in charge of affairs before, why did Shi Weilan, who never asked about the rivers and lakes, suddenly get involved?

"Old man, I said, are you still going to let Lao Tzu out?" Xie Junhe was completely angry, and rushed to the ridge and swung his sword at the cloth-clothed old man.