The next day, the day after tomorrow, the day after that...
The morning sun rises in the east, the plum trees are flying, and the intermittent and broken music of the piano sounds from the courtyard, like beads falling on a jade plate, without forming a tune.
Under the shade of the tall ancient trees, I saw a slender figure sitting in front of the piano table, with long crystal red hair hanging down naturally. Against the backdrop of the golden morning light, it seemed a bit unreal and dreamy.
His right arm was supported on the table, and he supported the side of his face with his hand. His eyes were half-closed, and he plucked the strings with his left hand lazily.
Yin Xiaoshen, who was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, poured himself tea and looked at the figure sitting in front of the piano table not far away, playing with the strings. He didn't even bother to leave the program and started to gloat:
"I know you are in good health, but I still want to remind you that young people should exercise restraint."
His words contained three parts of understanding, three parts of ridicule, four parts of schadenfreude, and ninety percent of ridicule. He did not regard himself as an outsider at all.
He knew very well what his friend's expression meant.
Although a certain chivalrous scholar is not yet married, it does not mean that he does not understand anything. He who often travels around the world knows this clearly.
I don’t know how many times that room has been reinforced, tsk.
If you hit it with a move close to the gods, there won't even be dust left.
When Lin Chongyang heard this, he immediately stopped what he was doing: "Brother Yin, have you been very busy recently?"
Looking at the De Feng Ancient Road, there are only a few people who have the courage to dance like this in front of him, and Yin Xiaoshen is still among the best.
"Who has more free time than our Lord Lin? I don't have any free time at all." Yin Xiaoshen quickly retorted.
He has dealt with a lot of things during this period, and he is basically helping Fei Feijun with "odds". After all, Qicheng is not here, and Yun Wanggui, who will take over the matter in the future, will not come back until some time later.
That's not even the point.
The point is, if Yun Wanggui comes back, Qicheng doesn't come back.
That person still had to be led by him first. Only when the future Siwei could handle certain matters skillfully could he officially leave the army. Only in this way could he assist Yu Lijing to completely take over the internal affairs.
Given the current situation, Qicheng probably won't be able to come back for a while.
What's even more outrageous is that he is obviously Jun Fengtian's apprentice, why should he be brought in to lead him? It can’t be like this if the able ones work harder.
Lin Chongyang raised his eyes and looked at him: "Why do I think you are quite idle?"
"You must have seen it wrong, I am obviously very busy."
The gold and silver pupils in the double pupils made Yin Xiaoshen feel a numbness in his scalp, and a chill quickly rose from his back to his forehead.
It shouldn’t be!
"Seriously? I don't believe it."
Someone who could come and laugh at him early in the morning actually had the nerve to say that he was very busy. Chief Lin refused to believe it.
Whether the chivalrous scholar is busy or not, he knows better than the person involved.
The person being stared at felt guilty: "So, what do you want me to do for you?"
This is not because he is giving in, but because he is caring for his friends.
"It would be nice to have a junior in the door. Brother Yin, could you please help me lead him?"
Lin Chongyang, who withdrew his gaze, changed his previous posture, sat upright in front of the case, and poured himself a cup of tea.
Even though Brother Yin's personality may be a bit out of tune, that's because he has a very young mentality and is unambiguous in leading younger generations.
There is no need to worry about growing crookedly.
"?" Yin Xiaoshen pouted after hearing these words: "Shouldn't you do this by yourself?"
"I have already appointed him as my successor to Mo Qingchi."
Chief Lin is quite satisfied with Yixuanmiao, but his character needs a little polishing, and Mo Qingchi is not that easy to talk to.
Since you have to endure hardship sooner or later, it is better to accumulate experience early.
Yin Xiaoshen waved his hand: "No, I won't do it. You have to follow the rules. If you want to learn swordsmanship, let him come to the Haozheng Five Paths."
The current Haozheng Five Paths are more humane than before. If Yin Xiaoshen is in charge of the Fourth Path, then occasionally someone will get through under Jun Fengtian. If no one is there, naturally none of them will be able to get through.
You can't say...
Just after passing the first pass, you can directly enter the Haozheng Supreme Hall.
"With his current level of swordsmanship, I'm afraid he will be beaten back."
Putting aside his cultivation level, just talking about Yixuanmiao's character, standing in front of Jun Fengtian is enough for him to drink a pot, pass?
All I can say is that there is everything in dreams.
"That proves that you are not good at practice and you need to continue to work hard."
Yin Xiaoshen picked up the teacup and took a sip, regaining his composure. He would not accept this matter no matter what.
Don't ask, asking is the rule of Haozheng Wudao.
According to the original intention of the construction, they should exist as a backing, but because the two directors before and after were too strong, the status of Haozheng Wudao can only be looked at briefly, and it is not aloof at all.
Compared with his friends, when Chief Xia was in office, he could even be described as gentle.
Seeing that Cheng Lin will take over in the near future, Shuang Mei and Brother Jianru both have people to take over, and the general policy of the sect will not change. If he is not afraid that the boss will be bored in Haozheng Supreme Hall, he also wants to find someone to take over. Retired directly.
But then again...
A certain Jade Confucian seems to be busy even after he retired.
Life is not easy, Xiaru sighed.
Lin Chongyang formed an envelope and threw it over: "Then when Brother Yin goes out next time, help me keep an eye on a place."
"Okay, it's easy."
"That would be troublesome."
"The Thrush Terrace is the place where the legendary goddess Gushe ascended to immortality." Yin Xiaoshen put down the tea cup and opened the letter. He looked at the location on it with a slightly subtle expression: "Do my brothers and sisters know about this?"
The atmosphere in the courtyard fell into silence following these words.
immediately!
"Brother Yin, how about you accompany me for a couple of moves?"
Before the words could be spoken, the person had disappeared.
"!"
Yin Xiaoshen's heart rang with alarm bells, and he quickly turned over and left his seat, saying at the same time: "You are serious!"
The next moment!
The figure rushed in front of him and struck with a fist. It did not carry any power, but it made Yin Xiaoshen's scalp numb.
It shouldn’t be!
He was seen quickly raising his body to block, but the effect was minimal.
boom!
In fact, the more he resisted, the more violent the attack became, but he was not injured, but the fact that he was not injured did not mean that it did not hurt.
"You bad boy!..."
Before he could even say half a sentence, Yin Xiaoshen mentioned his skills and ran away on the spot. This brat was serious. It seems that he should be more careful next time he teases him.
Lin Chongyang stopped and returned to the piano case. At this time, another figure walked out of the house and chuckled: "Why did you start taking action directly?"
Just now, Yin Xiaoshen was not very elegant. He gasped, covered his swollen forehead and ran away. If the Confucian scholars in the sect saw that look, it would affect the glorious image of a chivalrous Confucian scholar.
"Brother Yin is sometimes more arrogant than Yu Xiaoyao."
Those few punches just now had no technique at all, they were all about emotion. Master Lin, who had sat down again, looked indifferent and pressed his fingers on the strings.
"Ha~"
Ji Wuxia walked behind Lin Chongyang, picked up a strand of red hair, twisted it around his fingers and played with it.
Immediately, the divine voice echoed, and thousands of voices echoed in unison, resounding endlessly.
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(End of chapter)
