When Yu Zhi walked out of the courtyard, he saw Liu Rushuang waiting outside the door. With a figure like a willow and a spring breeze on her face, she must have been a beauty when she was young.
"Aunt Liu." Yu Zhi saluted. When they arrived at the backyard of Yihong Building, Yu Zhi estimated the relationship between Liu Rushuang and Li Haomiao. It's not too much to call her "Aunt Liu".
Liu Rushuang was stunned when she was called "Aunt Liu". However, she quickly reacted and responded. Yu Zhi gave her great respect. Unlike the hypocrisy of those high-ranking officials, she felt the sincerity in Yu Zhi's heart.
"Uncle, I'm used to being wild. Thanks to Aunt Liu for taking care of me these days. In the future, I'll come visit Aunt Liu when I have time," Yu Zhi said. Then leave along the path paved with white stone slabs.
Liu Rushuang looked at Yu Zhi's back, then opened the door of the small courtyard and walked in. She walked behind Li Haomiao and gently rubbed Li Haomiao's shoulders with her soft, boneless hands. "Your nephew is much more handsome and polite than you." Liu Rushuang praised.
"Don't be fooled by him. This little guy has a lot of thoughts and is very weird." Li Haomiao said with a smile.
Liu Rushuang also smiled, her palms could not help but become a little heavier, and said: "Looking at his appearance, he is not the kind of person who leaves without saying goodbye."
Li Haomiao smiled bitterly. Women are a vengeful species. Especially emotionally, no matter how long it takes, you will remember it clearly. Liu Rushuang still feels bad about the fact that Li Haomiao disappeared without a trace eighteen years ago while sitting there watching the sunset, and she wants to mention it from time to time.
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Kyoto is very big, and even the Five Cities Military and Horse Division can't help but manage everything. In broad daylight, in a certain corner, several people in black were sitting in two rows. A long table was placed in the middle of the two rows, with nine seats on the left and right. There was also a table on the shorter side of the long table. A chair. The chairs were never filled and the staff never arrived.
The last time the Lord summoned eighteen people, it was to destroy a sect in Nanzhou Prefecture.
Sitting first on the right side is the man Li Haomiao hired to train Yu Zhi. He still wraps himself up very tightly, and his exposed eyes are hidden under the black gauze of the bamboo hat.
Except for him, everyone else only wore black robes, armor, or robes and black skirts.
This is a shady place. I don’t know how deep the cave is in the ground. What I know is that it is deeper than the tomb where the corpse is buried. The entrance on the ground is an abandoned academy due to being haunted. The haunting has been rumored for more than thirty years, but no one has dared to explore it yet. Because, every once in a while, someone will see the fascinating Hei Wuchang emerging from the ground out of thin air in the middle of the night.
The only light here is a dim lamp burning on the long table. A little light in the darkness doesn't make people feel warm, but instead makes them feel extremely cold.
"Old Ten, accept your punishment." The person who spoke was the man in black sitting second on the right. He ranks third among these people. People who know him call him Mr. Third. He is also a talkative person. I saw the third gentleman looking down, dressed in black, with a school cap on his head and a beard on his lips. He looked like a teacher in a certain academy. In fact, Mr. San was a teacher. When he walked out of this claustrophobic cemetery, he was a dignified scholar.
There was a piece of paper spread out in front of him, and the tip of the pen turned rapidly, reflecting only half of the bright paper and characters appearing one by one. No one knows what he is writing, after all, he is the only one who cares.
Lao Shi was wearing black armor, which was illuminated by the lights. He wore a rag hat covering most of his face, which made people feel extremely eerie and strange. Lao Shi did not lean on the chair. He had a bow on his back, his hands were folded in front of his chest, his eyes were closed and he was very calm after hearing Mr. Three's words.
"Ten sticks." Two words came out of Mr. Third's mouth.
Lao Shi still didn't respond, sitting there extremely upright. No one interceded for him, and no one dared to intercede for him. In this dark space, the teacher's words were like an edict.
Whenever someone made a mistake, Mr. San would correct them like a child who made a mistake. Mr. Third's method is also extremely simple, and any mistakes should be punished. Strict commandments are regulations that regulate an organization. If you do not accept the penalty, you will naturally have the opportunity to argue.
"I accept the punishment. But we cannot let that person roam freely in Kyoto." Lao Shi said. This time, he took it upon himself to send armor-breaking level 6 archers to hunt down Yu Zhi, but they were surrounded and killed by Li Haomiao. Facing Li Haomiao, it is useless even if he is above the monument level, let alone the sixth level armor-breaker?
But in Yan Yunqi, there is only success and failure, there is no right or wrong.
Several Yan Yunqi present were silent for a long time, and even the pen in Mr. Third's hand paused slightly. Since the first day Yu Zhi entered Kyoto, Yan Yunqi had already grasped all of Yu Zhi's movements. Baiweiju, Qiu Mansion, and the important places in Zhao Wang Mansion were all followed by people. No one would have thought that an eighteen-year-old boy would alarm the notorious Yan Yunqi in the Chu Dynasty.
"About the situation, I have sent a letter to the Lord. Wait for the Lord's order and act as ordered." Yan Yunqi's boss, the man in black sitting at the top on the right, said, "Penalize you, unless the action fails. .but disrespecting orders."
In fact, he didn't need to explain this. It's just that he wants these people in Kyoto to know that the victory or defeat among Yan Yun Cavalry is not the most critical, but the orders and prohibitions among Yan Yun Cavalry.
Lao Shi did not argue. This action was his own initiative. When he saw Yu Zhi leaving the city, he felt that the opportunity was not to be missed, but he did not know that Li Haomiao had been following Yu Zhi. If a majestic master doesn't look like he's being discovered, he won't be able to detect his presence even behind his back.
Lao Shi stood up and made the sound of armor scraping. In this silent cave, any sound can echo for a long time. Ten sticks does not mean that the stick can break ten sticks, but it means breaking ten black ironwood sticks. The toughness of these trees has always been used to make long bows, which can last up to three years.
Then only the sound of the rod was heard.
The boss of Yan Yunqi continued: "Li Haomiao is in Kyoto. I have fought against him, and his cultivation has far surpassed anyone here. So..." He paused, and the space His heavy voice echoed, "Don't anger him. If he dies, I will collect his body for you."
Everyone in the darkness neither nodded nor shook their heads, but they heard clearly what the boss said and believed it firmly. One is Li Haomiao's extremely high cultivation level. Second, he would collect the bodies for them.
"Of course, Li Haomiao gave us a chance."
Chance. This time it sounded like an insult and contempt to the ears of the all-powerful Yanyun Eighteenth Cavalry. Since their establishment, they have only given so-called opportunities to others. When will anyone need mercy?
As soon as he finished speaking, the boss sneered in his heart, and the feeling of powerlessness he felt when facing Li Haomiao forced him to seize this opportunity cautiously.
"I don't believe that Yan Yunqi can't deal with Li Haomiao. If his hands are not stained with the blood of the grandmaster, Li Haomiao can be the first." A cold voice came from the darkness, like an evil ghost from the Nine Nether Hell. A low growl.
The boss still sat like that, without moving his posture, and said calmly: "I still insist on saying that if you die, I will collect your bodies for you."
It wasn't until there was silence that the boss started to pick up what he had said before. "Level 5 armor-breaking can hunt down Yu Zhi. If he crosses the line, he will repeat what he was sitting in back then."
The fifth level of armor breaking is not a very high level. To Yan Yunqi, these can only be called small fish and shrimps.
As the only candle on the long table went out, darkness completely enveloped the space, and also enveloped Lao Shi, who silently endured the punishment of ten sticks.
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In the streets of Kyoto, Yu Zhi was worried that he would be assassinated again. If he could not kill him with one blow, many patrol officers would appear on the chaotic streets of Kyoto.
After Yu Zhi came out of Yihong Building, he found a wonton stall. Even on New Year's Eve, vendors on the streets of Kyoto will take advantage of the last time to earn some lucky money for their children. Yu Zhi saw the steaming wontons and some green onions floating on the clear soup, and his appetite increased.
I have to say that the wontons from this stall are famous in Kyoto. This is also when business is busy.
"Sir, is it convenient to sit here?"
In front of Yu Zhi stood a middle-aged scholar who looked like a scholar. His gray robe and elegant white academic cap made him look extremely elegant. Yu Zhi raised his head and glanced at the middle-aged scholar, then looked at the tables around him. After realizing that they had been filled with guests for some time, he said, "It's convenient. Please take a seat."
After saying that, Yu Zhi was eating wontons by himself, ignoring the middle-aged scholar opposite him.
"Seeing that the young master has extraordinary temperament, he must be our son." The middle-aged scholar said.
Yu Zhi shook his head, thinking that he was just a humble boy, so how could he have the reputation of being a disciple of everyone.
The middle-aged scholar smiled and saw that Yu Zhi didn't say anything, and continued: "The young people in Kyoto never come to these stalls to eat. They always go to some elegant rooms and famous buildings to drink tea, recite poems, and pretend to be elegant. Taste the delicacies in the restaurant, but ignore the best food in the world."
Yu Zhi thought of Xiao Jinghong and Xiang Jinghao, as well as Guo Songxian who framed him. He finished swallowing the wontons in his mouth and said, "Sir, what you said makes sense. When you drink, you drink, and when you write poetry, you write poetry. Nowadays, writing poetry requires good wine as a companion. Furthermore, you go up to a tall building to invite the bright moon. The whole story is from the ancients. The piling up of words lacks new ideas. If a talented person writes it, it can be written into a chapter, and a poem can be written in seven steps. And most of the food is expensive, so expensive that it lacks some fireworks."
"Oh? Young Master's views are so unique?"
"Eating is eating. Some people eat to fill their stomachs, and some people eat for the expensive price."
