"There is a mountain sect in Qianzhou called Yangfeng Valley. It is said that the owner of the valley, Ling Pingfan, has been traveling abroad for many years and has never managed the affairs in the valley. His strength is rated as a third-class, and there are no outstanding disciples in the sect. You should be You don't have to worry about it." The woman in black robe said with her right fingertips and began to twist the black hair hanging down from her temples. She seemed to be thinking about some martial arts masters worth mentioning. This move was like a young girl thinking about how to dress up. It is very beautiful. .
"If you go to Yuezhou, you will enter the Jiangnan territory. The most famous one here is the Fengxue Grand View Tower. The contemporary owner Liu Mei can be regarded as a first-class master. Last year, he won the so-called Four Swords in the World. One of them holds a cold plum blossom, which can be described as infinite scenery.
You will definitely not see this kind of person, so don't pay attention to it. Just be careful with your words and deeds when you go to the border of Yuezhou and don't conflict with the people in Fengxue Grand View Tower, because they think that they are the number one sect leading the world, and they will be very aggressive when they go out. Let’s go,” Ye Dangting said angrily.
Hearing this, the young man in a short shirt stopped practicing his sword and turned to the woman in black robe and said: "Master, it's better not to take Chun Chuang Die with me when I go out. I have to pass by so many sects, just in case someone gets into a dispute over this sword."
"It doesn't matter, there are not many people who know this sword, and you need to bring this sword with you. The people I want you to find will believe what you say. By the way, I haven't said why I want you to travel to Hangzhou. I just need to bring it with you." When a word comes to Lu Mansion in Hangzhou, he will know that person. Remember not to write it on paper, but to keep it in your heart. The person who can only meet you said, "The woman in black robe held her arms up to her mouth and nose as if thinking."
"Master, tell me, I will take note of it carefully." Lin Manliu understood that Master would only look like this when it was about some important matters, so naturally he would no longer greet him with a playful smile.
"The day begins at the top of Fengxiang City, and the sun passes by the window and the green butterflies disappear."
"Master, I have written it down."
After that, the woman in black robe watched the boy in short shirt practice swordsmanship, and pointed out what mistakes he made and what he needed to correct. Time always slips away quietly and quietly, and people can never let the beautiful time freeze at a certain moment, and it will be night in the blink of an eye.
Ye Dangting and Lin Manliu's family of three gathered around the small dining table and had dinner together. This scene was a scene she rarely encountered on her long journey to the world, or she had never seen it before, ever since she left home. After that, there weren’t so many people gathering around to eat comfortably.
"Uncle Lin and Aunt Lin are causing trouble to you all this time. Although I didn't want to go there, it's just an urgent matter and I can't bear to make the long journey. It's worth it for me to do it for you. I can't apologize to you two here. I'm really sorry for letting you go." Manliu has to travel far away at such a young age." The woman in black robe picked up the water bowl and looked at Lin Manliu's parents.
"Don't do it. Since you have accepted Man Liu as our disciple, he is of the same generation as the two of us country men. Man Liu is also traveling with the public caravan this time. He will be safe and sound. We can also let him go out. See the vast world outside." Father Lin also picked up the water bowl and faced the black-robed woman.
The boy in a short shirt watched the two people raising their glasses as if they wanted to clink glasses together and said in a low voice: "You are talking as if I will always encounter danger when I go out. Just think that I sneaked out to play again." Okay, it’s just that we went out a little longer this time.” After saying this, the boy in a short shirt chuckled at his mother across the table.
When Mother Lin saw Lin Manliu smiling silly at her, a smile appeared on her face. She put some of Lin Manliu's favorite dishes into the boy's bowl and continued eating. He knew that his mother would not I am willing to say something because I don't want to go out so far by myself. After all, my mother is worried when my son travels thousands of miles.
Lin's father glared at Lin Manliu and said, "Children, adults, don't interrupt, just eat your food."
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Afterwards, the family finished their dinner talking and laughing. The boy in a short shirt helped his mother clean up the dishes, and then they went to rest. Tomorrow morning, the boy in a short shirt was about to embark on his own long journey.
Lin Manliu had a very long dream that night, as if he was recalling the past...
He dreamed of sneaking out to play when he was young, taking the pastries from home to find a few friends who usually played with ants under the tree stump. After they took the pastries, they allowed Lin Manliu to squat with them and watch the ants.
Since then, when the boy sneaked out, he would always take a few pastries from home. Sometimes when his mother caught him, he would have to say whether he was hungry or not. But later, the times became more frequent, and his friends seemed not to be satisfied with what he took every time. A few pieces of pastries, and he was not allowed to play with them.
Later, the neighbors came to the house and filed a complaint, saying that Lin Manliu used cakes to lure their children away from the school to listen to the village master's lectures, and asked them to follow him to watch ants under the tree stump. That night, his mother had not finished sewing the clothes. The insole slapped the boy hard all night long. The boy cried, and so did his mother.
The scene changed, it was the heavy snowfall before spring this year. My mother got cold because she was looking at the shop door. My father was still helping the public in the countryside with farm work. He saw that my mother was coughing really badly, so he took the money from the drawer of the shop to go. I was getting medicine for my mother, but my mother stopped me and said she would be fine in a few days.
Later, when spring came, he still often sneaked out to play, completely forgetting about his mother's illness. Every day he would either go out to fish in the city's river or walk around the streets to see if there was any drunkard complaining by the door of the wine shop. Over there, let's see if the neighbor's kid got spanked by his parents again. He sneaks out more and more often.
He spends less and less time with his mother at home. What he doesn't know is that her mother only dares to cough when he is not around. Now he doesn't know that her mother's illness is not cured yet.
Finally, he dreamed that he was in a dark alley, and he could only vaguely see a little light from the exit in front of him. He was in the depths of the alley, which was full of mud. There was a black shadow in front of the bright part of the alley, which was not stained. I said three words to him: "Don't make a sound."
This was the first voice of concern for him besides his parents since he could remember. That voice was like the light in the alley, a beam of light shining into his heart in his confused life. Because of meeting her, his life changed, and the way he got along with his parents was also because of her appearance. Not as stiff as before, she always said that she was very similar to her before.
Sometimes the quarrels and quarrels between each other and the yin and yang are as if they are the same person. Maybe the two of them are really similar. She is her master and he is her disciple.
When I dreamed of this, there was no picture anymore. The expression on his face gradually eased from the initial look of ferocious fear and a little sweating. Finally, with a slight smile on his face, Lin Manliu lay on the counter and fell asleep soundly. go.
A teenager will have a past that he doesn't want to recall, but there will always be warmth in his heart that will prevent him from losing his way on the road to the future.
