At dusk, Xin Zhuo returned to the village bathed in the golden sunset.
As soon as I entered the gate, I had a bad premonition. Six bandit subordinates and Xiao Huang stood in the yard with embarrassed expressions. More than a dozen thatched huts were turned upside down.
Especially his own room, the broken wardrobe, bed and the doghouse built for Xiao Huang were all in a mess.
"What's going on?" Xin Zhuo asked in surprise.
"The boss."
A group of bandit subordinates came forward, and Han Qiniang was extremely aggrieved: "Just now, a group of masked men in black came over. They were very advanced. They first used weapons to force us, and then they searched everywhere, but I don't know what they were looking for. In short, our village was turned into a mess."
Xin Zhuo thought for a while and asked, "Can you tell your age?"
Cui Ying'er shook her head and said in a deep voice: "It's hard to tell. They are covered very tightly and only a pair of eyes are exposed. But although these people are of high realm, they have no intention of hurting us."
"That's right! The realm is extremely high. He is not like an idle warrior, and his attitude is very polite. As long as he cooperates, nothing else matters." Murong Xiu also analyzed doubtfully.
Xin Zhuo glanced in the direction of Qiugong Pavilion. In the afternoon, the seven white-robed students and the two wives Qin Yuliu stopped listening.
Thinking on his heels, he knew it was those white-robed students who did it!
These students are arrogant and arrogant, and they must be suspicious of the original copies of "Tao Te Ching" and "Sun Tzu's Art of War".
This kind of thing...
What a big joke, unless you break the void to find the original version.
However, this feeling of being teased is still very uncomfortable.
Seeing that several bandit subordinates were still uneasy, Xin Zhuo could only comfort him: "I know, they are from Qiugong Pavilion, it doesn't matter, let them do as they please!"
Cui Ying'er asked in confusion: "The boss provoked people in Qiugong Pavilion?"
Xin Zhuo shook his head and said with a smile: "No, some students can't turn their heads around, so just take it as fun and clean up the room."
After thinking for a while, he added: "During this period, you should be looting and hoarding supplies. I may... not stay in Qiugong Pavilion for too long. Once the time is right, I will make other considerations."
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Qiugong Pavilion's wife's career went through twists and turns in the first few days, and then gradually became calmer.
Of course, it is impossible for Xin Zhuo to explain the "Tao Te Ching" and "Sun Tzu's Art of War" in one go. He would work hard every day, one article a day, or even one article every two days, rotating them.
Ji Cunxiao and others still came over from time to time to listen, but they were very serious and did not cause trouble again.
The debt level of a group of students such as Bai Xuanji has slowly accumulated to around 30.
There are still 20 points to go, and when the time comes to harvest, it will surely be able to improve to a higher level, and it will be considered a worthwhile trip.
However, Qiugong Pavilion's purpose of recruiting him has not been exposed.
November 20th, light snow.
At dusk, the sky, which had been gloomy all day, suddenly began to flutter with snowflakes, which began to melt as they fell to the ground, slowly accumulating a layer of white frost.
By the time Xin Zhuo hurried back to the village to finish his dinner, the mountains and fields were already covered in white.
This was the first time that Xin Zhuo saw snow in another world, the same vast tracts of goose feathers, the same vast sky and earth.
In the yard, Han Jiulang and Huang Dagui held a large ball of snow, shouted and rushed towards Bai Jianxi, smashing it all over their heads and faces.
Bai Jianxi had a mouthful of snow foam poured down his neck, which was so cold that he couldn't help but squeeze his orchid fingers. He squatted down and plucked at them, then picked up a bunch and threw them back: "It's so annoying, I'll beat you all to death." Turtle grandson!"
As soon as he smashed it out, Han Jiulang grabbed it with a 100% empty glove and a bare blade. He was shocked: "You can't help talking about this thing..."
Bai Jianxi was furious and shouted in a high-pitched voice: "Where did Murong die? Help me, let's work together. They are not opponents. No one understands you better than me."
"coming!"
Murong Xiu, who was eating pig head meat in the kitchen, rushed out, used Qinggong to jump up, picked up a ball of snow on the tiles, and fired two beautiful shots, hitting Huang Dagui and Han Jiulang in the head.
"You yo-yo, fight!"
"war!"
Looking at a few young people in the yard who looked like children, dressed in thick cotton-padded clothes and wrapped like rice dumplings, Han Qiniang laughed happily, even a little eager to try.
Cui Ying'er pulled her up: "Qiniang, don't go. You are too strong and your level is higher than them. How can they bear it?"
"Oh." Han Qiniang stopped reluctantly and looked at Xin Zhuo with bright eyes, "Master, do you want to play? You are at the highest level, why don't you beat me and Sister Ying'er?"
Xin Zhuo had black hair and quickly tightened the cotton coat sewn by Cui Ying'er: "Don't play, I have something to do!"
"oh?"
Cui Ying'er's expression was unclear, and her voice was lukewarm: "I'm looking for the nun again! Does the boss want to get a wife?"
"Ah, it's nothing! I'm going to practice Qing Gong!"
Xin Zhuo's face turned red. When did Cui Ying'er know? He quickly took Xiao Huang out of the yard.
Han Qiniang looked at his back and asked curiously: "What is the boss doing?"
Cui Ying'er sighed softly: "The boss has just started to fall in love, I'm afraid I'm going to fall in love! Alas, how can I have a future as a bandit? Let alone with a nun..."
Han Qiniang blinked and seemed to understand: "The boss really went to find the nun? This..."
After thinking about it, he rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "If the wealth is not going to other people, why don't we marry the big boss? It will also block his thoughts. What he said last time is in and out. People think it's quite interesting. of."
"You... what the hell are you talking about? I don't know what you are thinking, yellow-haired girl!" Cui Ying'er was shocked, scratched her nose, went into the room, lit a coal lamp, and continued sewing cotton shoes.
The snow was falling, and the snow in the forest was very thick. Reflecting the skylight, there were white flowers, and the sight was not bad.
Xin Zhuo took Xiao Huang and left two rows of footprints, one large and one small, and soon arrived at a remote forest.
Facing the snowy light, I saw a beautiful figure standing in the snow in the forest from a distance. She was dressed in mink fur, with a high bun, and a phoenix pattern silk skirt underneath, with a graceful figure.
Xin Zhuo walked closer and couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.
Today, Hui Ruqing completely abandoned the attire that a nun should have. She dressed up as an aristocratic girl and wore a little makeup. She was so beautiful that she could not be compared to the world, and even more beautiful in the snow.
"Have you returned to secular life?"
One sentence came out of his mouth.
"Today's light snow solar term coincides with heavy snowfall. It's the same scene as when I was sent by Eunuch Li...Uncle Li and the others. At this time of year, I feel a little homesick, so I changed it secretly. Master and the others don't know."
Hui Ruqing smiled secretly, and then asked cautiously: "Can you tell what kind of costume this is?"
Xin Zhuo looked at it carefully and shook his head: "I can't understand it, it looks good!"
Hui Ruqing was inexplicably relieved.
Then I heard Xin Zhuo sigh with emotion: "There is a beautiful woman in the snow, her face is as beautiful as the world of mortals. She looks like spring lake water, and her eyebrows are as beautiful as Chundai Mountain..."
Hui Ruqing blinked her beautiful eyes and said with a giggle: "Your mouth is so sweet, do you have any more?"
Xin Zhuo thought for a while: "There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. She looks at Qingren City and then Qingren Country."
Hui Ruqing was stunned, and after a while she murmured: "Is this... a poem specially written for me?"
Xin Zhuo gently held her slender hands, which were very smooth, and then stuffed them into his arms to warm them: "Of course, it's just for you! Is it cold?"
Hui Ruqing's body froze, and she forgot to take out her hand for a moment, and was lost in thought: "Little thief, don't lie to me. Am I really that good-looking? Or are you kidding me?"
Xin Zhuo pretended to be surprised and said: "You don't know?"
Hui Ruqing said blankly: "There is no bronze mirror in the nunnery, and no one has ever praised me. I was very ugly when I was a child. My nickname is Chou'er. I always thought that I was born very ordinary."
Ugly?
Are you... still alive? Yuan Yourong and the others would feel ashamed if they found out.
