Song Xuan and Lin Ruhai were chatting about business.
Song Qian and Lin Daiyu were eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake and listening to their conversation.
Lin Daiyu looked at her father for a while, and then at her cousin's handsome figure. From time to time, she would push away her cousin's hands that were pinching her face.
At this moment, she felt peaceful like never before.
The scene in front of her was exactly the home she had been looking forward to for more than ten years.
There are family and friends, no harshness, no grievances, no intrigues, just peace of mind and tranquility.
Perhaps because he had experienced a death disaster, Lin Ruhai, who had gone through life and death, gave Song Xuan a strange feeling. Chatting with him, Song Xuan felt like he was facing a real great scholar.
If we apply the three realms of reading mentioned by Song Xuan and Lin Daiyu before, Lin Ruhai at this moment has truly understood the book thoroughly and has reached the third realm.
Such scholars always speak and behave in a manner that is etiquette, but they do not stick to the words of saints. They already have their own way, which is far beyond the comparison of ordinary corrupt scholars.
After chatting all afternoon and having dinner, Song Xuan stood up and left.
There weren't many things to deal with in Qianhu's Yamen, but Song Xuan wanted to improve his cultivation as soon as possible, so he declined Lin Ruhai's offer to stay overnight.
Lin Daiyu was sent to the gate of the courtyard with some reluctance. A woman like her who had not left the court was absolutely not allowed to show her face in the Jia Mansion.
But here, Lin Ruhai is very open-minded and doesn't care at all. Whatever his daughter likes, just do it. If he lives a new life, he can still protect his family from the wind and rain.
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In the Jiangnan water town in early autumn, even the autumn wind carries a hint of the fragrance of bamboo leaves.
In the early morning, Song Qian freshened up in a small courtyard where Qianhusuo Yamen was stationed. She changed into a long goose-yellow dress and looked left and right in the bronze mirror.
"Song Erni, that's about it, don't be so pretty!"
Outside the door, Song Xuan's slightly impatient voice sounded from outside, "If you don't want to go, I can just go alone!"
"That's not okay!"
Song Qian hurriedly held her sword and went out, rolling her eyes at him, "It's a rare opportunity to be a hero. You can't pull me away from such a good thing!"
Song Xuan did not wear official uniform today, but wore a blue Confucian shirt with a long sword hanging on his waist. To outsiders, he looked like a traveling scholar.
This trip was naturally for Lin Pingzhi's family's evil sword manual.
Yesterday, Song Xuan received a letter asking for help from Lin Pingzhi's trustee. The content of the letter was as he knew. Lin Pingzhi still provoked the Qingcheng sect of the Shu sect just like in the plot of Swordsman. .
Speaking of which, this is Lin Pingzhi's exclusive plot. Even in the comprehensive martial arts world of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Lin Xiaozi still couldn't escape this disaster.
But this is normal. Just as Song Xuan is thinking about the Lin family's evil sword manual, the Qingcheng Sect is also thinking about it.
Even if Lin Pingzhi is careful and restrained, the Qingcheng Sect can still find ways to make the Lin family enmity with them, and then they can kill people and seize the sword book naturally.
After walking out of the Yamen, they got on their horses and headed south.
On the way, Song Qian was chattering extremely excitedly.
"Brother, you think that boy Lin Pingzhi has mediocre martial arts, how could he stab the son of the leader of the Qingcheng Sect to death with one sword?"
"Maybe..." Song Xuan pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe the meaning of his life is to be killed by Lin Pingzhi, right?"
"If you can die at the hands of a half-hearted person like Lin Pingzhi, the Qingcheng sect's martial arts probably won't be much better."
Song Xuan nodded, "Yu Canghai, the head of Qingcheng Sect, according to Xuanyiwei's records, has not yet entered the innate realm. A sect without innate warriors is a small sect."
"The small sect is great!"
Song Qian said happily: "We can't afford to offend such a powerful sect. To be in our profession, you have to be able to bully the weak and fear the strong!"
Song Xuan was speechless and turned his head, "Remember, the Lin family is half of the Jianghu influence, and the grievances between the Qingcheng faction and them belong to the Jianghu grievances.
We are participating this time as Lin Zhennan's distant relatives. Don't reveal your identity as Xuanyi Wei. "
"I know, I know, the imperial court is the imperial court, and the rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes. Just rest assured, Young Master Song, I know it well!"
...
Outside Fuzhou County, there is a simple wine shop next to the official road. A grass shed is set up outside the two tile-roofed houses to protect travelers from the wind and rain.
Song and Xuan dismounted their horses on the roadside. The waiter in the wine shop took the horses aside and fed them with fodder very familiarly. It was obvious that he often received people from the world.
The owner of the wine shop saw these two people dressed in extraordinary clothes, and his face was full of smiles, "What do you two guests want to eat?"
Song Qian smiled and said: "I used to read the novels about knight-errants. When the heroes entered the hotel, they would first bring two kilograms of beef to the bottom. Shopkeeper, do you have beef for sale here?"
The shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hand and said: "The heroine is joking. According to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is illegal to kill a cow without the permission of the government."
Song Qian complained: "Sure enough, everything in the script is a lie!"
"It's not all false." The shopkeeper whispered: "It is a law of the Zhou Dynasty that it is against the law for people to kill cattle without permission. However, if the beef has died of illness, old age, or accident, it can still be eaten after being reviewed by the government.
If the two young heroes could afford the money, a cow would accidentally fall to death today. "
"What do you mean?" Song Qian didn't react for a moment.
However, Song Xuan waved his hand and said, "Forget it, here are some of the store's specialty side dishes, and take your pick of the staple food."
"Okay, wait a moment, young hero!"
Seeing the shopkeeper walking away, Song Qian reacted and frowned: "As long as the money is in place, the cow can be thrown to death at any time.
From this point of view, the loopholes in Dazhou's laws are somewhat large. "
Song Xuan said indifferently: "The essence of the law is to maintain national rule. It has always been used to restrain ordinary people. For the privileged class, it is just that."
Song Qian seemed a little unhappy, "Brother, how can there be any truth in the world when you say it? It always feels like everything is fake."
"Fairness and justice are inherently relative, and there is never absolute fairness." Song Xuan said lightly: "The essence of this world is that the strong have always been respected.
You are strong enough. Even if what you say is above the law, no one will dare to say a word. "
Song Qian glanced at him thoughtfully, and said with anticipation: "Brother, when will you become the best in the world? I also want to experience the joy of one person being superior to tens of thousands of people."
Song Xuan smiled, looked at the sky, and said calmly: "When you really reach that level, you may no longer have these thoughts. You may not like the feeling of being unique in the world."
Song Qian blinked, "So brother, you don't want to be number one in the world?"
"Yes I do!"
Song Xuan laughed, I'm just pretending, why are you so serious?
Not only do I want to be number one in the world, I also want to become an immortal!
