"That's not the case. It's just that Master Cheng and his wife traveled together, and I felt a little envious without realizing it. But what exactly I was envious of, even Junior Brother, I don't know." Yun Zhong shrugged, "Junior Brother is originally from a poor place. Boy, I was taught carefully by my master, and after going up the mountain, I received the care of three senior brothers for nothing. I was lucky enough to begin with, so I should be grateful. This time I feel a little envious for no reason, and I feel a little embarrassed."
Liu Qing felt happy when she saw the young man's suspicious face. He immediately stretched out his hand and rubbed the young man's head until the young man's hair was messy. Then he smiled and said, "Except for the last sentence, everything you said means nothing." It's quite clear, but what does it mean to be fair? What does it mean to be lucky? I guess you also know the master's temper. Whether you accept a disciple or not does not depend on your talent. If you don't have the slightest intention to pursue the sword, even if you are born with a Others who have seventy or eighty extra meridians will still be unable to enter the Nangong Mountain Gate."
The two of them walked back to the cliff, talking as they walked. The scholar just talked about: "It's like there are countless treasures in the mountains. Only when you can pick them up are they considered yours. There is no need to feel guilty. Since the master has chosen you as the recipient of the alms bowl, I will definitely pass on my swordsmanship and swordsmanship experience to you in the future. This is a big deal. If I hadn’t thought about it carefully, how could I have included you in the sect.”
"It is rumored that the people in the land of severe drought and sandstorms all say that it is difficult to find rootless water. A cup of rootless water can be exchanged for six or seven taels of silver with a wealthy family. But when the rootless water falls, there must be something to catch the rootless water. The jade items should be made of water, otherwise even if the rain is pouring, you can still get a few points."
The scholar's words were always soft and gentle, and he sounded very considerate. Seeing that Yun Zhong's brows were slightly relaxed, he nodded and smiled, sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, and continued to speak softly, "So, it is right to be content and happy. But you shouldn’t underestimate yourself too much. Since God has arranged the opportunity, then don’t waste it.”
Yun Zhong had never thought about such a statement. It seemed that the fortune teller in his childhood said that dolls born during the winter solstice would rarely have good luck in the future. It had already been planted in the young man's heart, so this year's journey in the world of martial arts , to this day, the young man is still a little confused and feels extremely unreal.
It seems that he is still the young man reading a book on the wall. Just because he squinted in the small river, he dreamed of the majestic rivers and lakes and the great rivers and mountains.
Liu Qing did not notice the abnormal expression on the young man's face, but continued to chatter, "The last sentence is even more wrong. How can the people in the master's sect treat you the same as a woman treats you? They are clearly two different things. Junior brother, no matter how much he treats you, In three to five years, you should also consider getting married. Back then, the girl from Qinshui Town was obviously very fond of your boy, but you just didn’t follow the rules. If such a good thing had happened to your senior brother, he would have already been in trouble. Right."
The young man stretched out the corners of his mouth vigorously, with contempt on his face, "Senior brother, you are very good at talking. May I ask if you have ever touched a girl's palm?"
"That's not true." The scholar smiled and saw that his face had no edges at all, but then everything fell from the young man's feet, and he fell straight into the cliff.
Liu Qing dusted off the dust on his palms and glanced down, "Senior Brother Mi Tai, you deserve to suffer a little. This is not a senior brother bullying a junior brother, but doing things according to the rules of the mountain."
The young man rolled down the cliff, his whole body trembling with shock, he closed his eyes tightly, and did not make any movement for a long time. He just rolled his body and closed his eyes, and fell down the cliff.
Fear of heights is a disease. After going up the mountain, the boy's fear of heights improved a lot. Now he is sitting on the side of the cliff, concentrating on observing the clouds and practicing swordsmanship, and dissipating most of his energy, so he doesn't feel overly afraid. But he can Liu Qing was swept with one sleeve and fell extremely fast. It was inevitable that she felt a chill from head to toe. It took a long time for her to recover and open her eyes.
The eyes are filled with a vast sea of clouds.
There are thousands of silk-like sword energy embedded in the sea of clouds, connected with hooks and entwined, shining like a bucket.
When the waves merge and the galloping horses merge together, it is the sword energy that scares the clouds; I open my mind and be brave enough to collect all the scars, and all kinds of things come into my arms. It is majestic and majestic. This is the sword energy of Yunli.
It turns out that there were no clouds in Nangong Mountain, and there were no swords in Nangong Mountain. There were only hundreds of miles of sword clouds crossing the dangerous cliffs.
The young man just sat cross-legged in a daze. He was in the air, but his expression was calm and peaceful.
It remains to be seen clearly.
I don't know when Qian Yin staggered to Liu Qing's side, looked at the side of his senior brother's face, narrowed his eyes to a slit, and said with a smile: "The more frustrated you are, the more courageous you are, the more eager you are, and the more meticulous your sword viewing is. It's really embarrassing. This guy is young, but he has such a good character. Senior brother's skills are really good."
"But," Fatty Qian changed his words and reached out his hand to take out a yellow gourd, "Junior brother is not short either."
The scholar raised his eyebrows: "Junior brother is so cruel."
The fat man was of course thick-skinned, so he swallowed these words as a tonic with peace of mind, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Senior Brother's original intention is probably that he doesn't want Junior Brother Tang to break through the realm. At least he should lay a solid foundation first, so as not to stagnate for a long time after entering the second realm. If you don't move forward, you don't even have the means to protect yourself. Junior brother, my calabash wine is a help in times of need."
Liu Qing couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I have the nerve to say that it's a help in a time of need. It's clearly a help in the snow. It doesn't matter. I've developed some calluses on my shoulders. It won't hurt to carry the burden in the future, and I can just throw it down."
The young man in the sea of clouds suddenly reached out, stretched out a palm, and slowly caught the heavy gourd. Without opening his eyes, he just threw the cork off the gourd, raised his head and drank, letting the wine roll into his throat. between.
The sword cloud is churning like a boil.
A drunken teacher at the foot of the mountain was leaning on the master's chair, closing his eyes and listening to a group of students reading. If someone reads the wrong book, he doesn't even need to open his eyes. He just picks out a small stone from a pile of small stones beside him and throws it into the bun of the careless doll who read the wrong book. Although it is not painful or itchy, he can be beaten straight. I will lower my head and read more carefully.
"Sir, the student has something that I don't know whether I should tell him or not." The sound of reading was still there, but a timid little word rang in the gentleman's ears.
Mr. Sloppy reluctantly opened his eyes and said, "Tell me."
The child's family in front of me is one of the poorest in the village. Although the other students' families are not well-off, they can at least make up a set of clothes for all seasons. But this short and thin child is clearly in the spring season, and he has a lot of clothes on his body. He was still wearing a tattered cotton coat, and his face was flushed from the heat.
The child timidly said, "Sir, my mother said that it will be the spring plowing time, and she won't let me come to school again for more than a month."
The sentence was brief, but the child blushed and stammered for half a cup of tea, then lowered his head that was already hanging down.
The teacher still looked half-awake and half-sleep, waving his hands, "Just go, but after the spring plowing is over, I'm afraid you'll have to miss a lot of lessons. I have two extra books here. I'll read them often when I take them back. There are benefits."
"I will help you make up for the missed homework when you return to school."
The gentleman burped, coughed twice, pointed to the book bag at the door, "Don't forget to bring it with you." Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The child bowed to his teacher, picked up his book bag, and when it was time to go out, he turned back to bow to the school and ran home.
There is very little arable land in the village. Originally, the arable soil here is difficult to grow millet and wheat. In addition, most of the surrounding areas are covered with mountain trees and rocks, making it extremely difficult to cultivate. Except for a few households in the village, there are two or three rows of arable land behind the house, where some wild vegetables are usually planted. There is no other realm beyond this.
What the child said just now was just an excuse.
My father said that studying is useless, but I really want to ask someone to recommend me. If I can't become a high official in the court, I might as well go back home and pick vegetables in the mountains to exchange for copper coins, or help others with work. It's better than reading those useless poems and books. it works.
The child wiped his tears and suddenly felt that the book bag in his hand was extremely heavy, and it was not like it contained only two volumes. He opened the book bag suspiciously and looked inside.
But he saw that in addition to the two books, there were also twelve gleaming taels of silver.
The teacher in the school opened his drunken eyes and smiled.
How could he be a man who was short of money? For him, wasn't his monthly salary just used to buy wine? Of course, it would be more worthwhile to buy a student who has poetry and books.
The book is for those who understand, and the money is for those who are ignorant. Even if a confused person is mostly confused because of poverty, a sensible person may not necessarily be from a wealthy family.
Catch both ends together.
This is called a two-pronged approach.
