The temperature in Nanyi City in October is not too low.
But the concierge of Jianzong had already taken out the unused brazier, with a few pieces of charcoal thrown into it, and it was emitting a warm red light.
Mei Quming held the bamboo pen and wiped the sweat from his face and pushed the door in. When he saw the scene inside, he was stunned for a moment.
"Are you so cold?"
Hu Lu and several senior brothers were playing cards there. He glanced back at Mei Quming, shrugged and said, "It will definitely be cold if you sit still. Senior brothers came back so early today? Is there no one at the Nanyi River?"
Mei Quming sat down on the side, stretched his head to look at their cards, and said: "That's not true, but when Shushu saw me recently, he came directly to grab the business with his boat."
One senior brother said with a smile: "Senior brother's ferry cost two cents, and her ferry cost one penny. It's not like there are no people on senior brother's boat."
"A penny?" Mei Quming shook his head and said with a smile, "I don't know why this little demon is so crazy, he just doesn't want any money."
"That's no wonder."
"I guess I still have complaints against Senior Brother Huai Feng." Mei Quming said casually, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He looked at everyone and said, "After this fight, whoever wants to step aside, I will also come and feel comfortable."
The young boy Hu Lu stood up directly and said, "Then you come here. It just so happens that I don't want to fight either."
A senior brother said: "You just lost two games and you're not coming?"
Hu Lu just walked to the pillar on the side, took down his sword, carried it behind his back, and said, "I'm a little bored, let's go outside for a walk."
Then he opened the door and walked out.
The wind in October was not too cold, but because he had been warming himself by the fire in the concierge, Hu Lu was wearing a little thin clothing, so he still subconsciously shrank his shoulders.
Although the door behind him was closed, he could still hear the senior brothers talking.
"Don't tell me, my legs do get cold easily after sitting down."
"That's for sure, but Lao Mei, you should be more careful when rowing outside. Don't let your legs get cold in the future and have to be carried by your junior brothers when you go out to fight."
"screw you."
"What about the gourd?"
After a long silence, someone said softly: "Maybe I miss Junior Brother Zhang."
It has been almost seven months since Zhang Xiaoyu left Nanyi City.
Not to mention Hu Lu, even the people in Nanyi City sometimes miss the young man who lost in a mess every day.
No matter how much the world does not recognize Zhang Xiaoyu as a disciple of the Sword Sect.
Nanyi City always recognized it.
No one will forget that in April, the Sword Sect disciple who was dressed in white turned into blood clothes and walked on the streets of Nanyi City.
Hu Lu didn't think about it deliberately, but she didn't know why and felt a little melancholy.
So I walked along the river and raised my hand to touch my head.
No pricking feeling.
His hair had almost grown as early as the end of April, and then in July, he asked his senior brothers to cut it again. It was cut like a melon rind, so it felt fluffy. .
So in the October wind by the river in Nanyi City, the melon-skinned head was blown uncontrollably.
"Did Huguapi come out to relax again?"
Hu Lu turned around and saw that it was a shopkeeper who owned a small shop near Jian Zong. He was sitting at the door of the shop, smiling and looking at Hu Lu joking.
Hu Lu opened her mouth, but in the end she just snorted and walked away.
He also wanted to be like before, carrying his small round inch, carrying his sword, saying nothing and waving his hands and walking away coolly, but Guapitou couldn't be cool, and when he turned his head, he was blown away like a straw nest by the wind.
Ever since the senior brothers gave him a melon-skin haircut, people seemed to have forgotten that his name was Hu Lu.
So a new melon was born, called courgette.
Forget it, courgette rind is just courgette rind.
Wasn't Cong Ren called Cong Yanyan before?
Nothing to worry about.
Hu Lu carried his sword and walked along the river in the wind.
Then I saw Chen Huaifeng holding a sword on his back and holding a cup of wolfberry tea standing on the bridge in front, blowing on the hot air and sipping it. I don't know where he made such a steaming cup of tea.
"Senior Brother, why are you taking care of your health again?" Hu Lu walked over and stood by the guardrail, looking around to see what Chen Huaifeng was looking at.
Chen Huaifeng chuckled softly, released one hand, inserted it accurately into the head of the gourd, and then rubbed it.
Because right now, his hand was still holding a hot tea cup, so the palm of his hand was very warm. Although Hu Lu felt that he was the future leader of the Sword Sect, it was very shameful to have his head rubbed like this in broad daylight. But because I was wearing a little thin clothes when I came out, I was a little reluctant to let Chen Huaifeng take away that warm hand, so I stood there in a dilemma.
"Winter is here, so wear more clothes and drink more hot water, Hu Lu."
Chen Huaifeng didn't answer Hu Lu's question, he just warned Hu Lu, but he seemed to have already answered.
Hu Lu then pushed Chen Huaifeng's hand away and lay down against the guardrail. Hu Lu was only a young boy, so naturally he was much shorter than Chen Huaifeng, his already tall senior brother. The guardrail that originally only reached Chen Huaifeng's waist reached Gourd chest.
So the gourd lying there with a melon-skinned head looked a little dull.
Maybe it should be possible that Hu Lu is really thinking about something.
So he put both hands on the guardrail together, and then leaned on it with his face tilted.
“When can I get my hair cut?”
"Let's wait until winter is over. It's too cold to cut winter now."
"Oh, when will Senior Brother Xiaoyu come back?"
Chen Huaifeng fell silent and slowly drank the wolfberry tea in the cup. It was indeed not as charming as the sound of the wine sloshing in his stomach.
Maybe he drank it in a hurry and it was a bit hot, so Chen Huaifeng clicked his tongue, and then said slowly: "I don't know, let's talk about it after winter."
"What if he doesn't come back after winter?"
"That may never come back."
"oh."
Hu Lu changed the side of his face to rest on. The clothes worn by the people by the river were all thicker. Maybe it was because there were too many soldiers in the green mountains outside the city. They seemed to be in a hurry.
There are also a lot less smiles.
The prosperity of Nanyi City has also been reduced a lot.
There is only a poker room.
Hu Lu quietly looked at the noisy card shop on the street.
Then he frowned and asked: "How could Senior Brother Xiaoyu lose? Senior Brother, you can't beat him, how could Senior Brother Xiaoyu lose?"
Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "Of course he will lose, because that person is his senior brother."
"But you are also Senior Brother Xiaoyu's Senior Brother!"
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time and sighed softly: "Senior brothers in the human world, of course there are differences."
Hu Lu suddenly stood up straight, and Chen Huaifeng turned to look at him strangely.
But I saw this melon-headed young man saying very seriously: "I want to avenge Senior Brother Xiaoyu, and I also want to win back what was lost for Sword Sect."
Chen Huaifeng touched his head and said, "Jianzong didn't lose anything."
Hu Lu looked at Chen Huaifeng blankly and said as if he couldn't believe it: "Senior Brother, don't you recognize Senior Brother Xiaoyu as a disciple of the Sword Sect?"
Chen Huaifeng chuckled and said, "What are you thinking? He is your senior brother, isn't he my junior brother?"
"That?"
"The so-called winning or losing among the Sword Sect's sects belongs to outsiders." Chen Huaifeng looked at the cold long street of the world and said slowly, "It's just some public opinion. Things other than life and death... It’s a small thing.”
"Then what is the most important matter between life and death?" Hu Lu asked puzzledly.
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time and said softly: "Shu Shu has become more and more extreme recently."
Hu Lu looked towards the Nanyi River. Far away, there was a little demon Shushu, sitting on the bow of the boat, looking quietly at this side.
Yes, Shushu is getting more and more extreme.
After Chen Huaifeng killed Liu Sanyue.
After Zhang Xiaoyu stabbed Nan Dao with his sword.
"Senior brother, are you worried that she will do something drastic?"
Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "Yes."
"What should we do?"
Chen Huaifeng quietly drank the almost cold wolfberry tea.
"I don't know. I'm wondering whether I should atone for my mistakes or continue to let this kind of stability continue between the north and south of the world."
Once Liu Sanyue's death is made public, no one, not even the Human Sword Sect or Qingtian Dao, is willing to reveal these things.
These two major cultivation places, which separate the north and the south of the world, will eventually have some unnecessary collisions in the general trend of public opinion in the world.
Hu Lu stood there in silence, but finally understood why Chen Huaifeng said that Zhang Xiaoyu's winning or losing was not important.
Yes.
No matter how badly Zhang Xiaoyu loses.
The Human Sword Sect will not have the inevitable conflict with Shanhe Guan.
But Liu Sanyue will.
And it’s not just Qingtian Dao.
Huaidu will also be involved.
Involving Cong Ren and Kamigawa, two former brothers.
"The most stupid thing I, Chen Huaifeng, have ever done in my life is to kill Liu Sanyue." Chen Huaifeng said calmly.
"Senior brother, are you regretting it?"
"No, even if it happens again, I will still kill him."
Because everything at that time was confusing and unknown.
Naturally, the story after the truth comes out can only be lamented in the future.
Hu Lu was silent for a long time and took off the sword from behind.
"Senior brother, if you are very confused, you don't want to continue to make mistakes." The gourd's melon-skinned head flew wantonly and chaotically in the wind. "Then I'll kill her."
Chen Huaifeng just laughed softly, looking at this young man who clearly looked like a melon, but acted extremely decisive.
"Can you do it?"
Hu Lu was instantly discouraged, holding the sword in his arms and lying on the guardrail again.
"I can't do it."
"Forget it, let's go back and play cards. During this period of time, Jianzong can let Shushu be with her."
Of course Shushu is not an idiot.
She had naturally thought about what Chen Huaifeng was worried about, otherwise she wouldn't have been playing rogue with the Jianzong disciples on the Nanyi River like this.
...
The prime minister's car has been ready a long time ago.
But I haven’t dared to ride out recently.
Because he accepted money from Chen Huaifeng and asked Xuanxuyuan to spread some news for him, people in Nanyi City now look at him a little strangely.
Even buying wine when going out is a penny more expensive than others.
The gain is not worth the loss. The gain is not worth the loss.
The prime minister often hung out in front of Chen Huaifeng.
In fact, there is no gain outweighing the loss. The Prime Minister is very happy, but in front of Chen Huaifeng, the public opinion of Nanyi City happens to be the biggest boost to the Prime Minister.
So after chanting for a few times.
The prime minister happily ran to Chen Huaifeng's house in the east of the city and moved several jars of money away.
Yunhu didn't know that it was only at that time that he realized that the library of Xuanxuyuan really hid a big secret.
Next to the lounge on the listening terrace, there is a hidden door. When the door is opened, there is a corridor. The door at the end of the corridor opens.
It's full of money.
Qing Xiang smiled and poured all the money he had blackmailed from Chen Huaifeng into a big vat, while still muttering: "I'm so stupid, I only knew that Chen Huaifeng was rich, but I didn't expect him to be so rich." Money. No wonder Huangliang has been unable to defeat Huaian for thousands of years. How can he win if anyone is so rich?"
There are many rich people in Huaian.
This is the prime minister's biggest sigh.
After counting the money, Yunhu and Yunhu sat drinking at Tingfengtai, thinking about something while drinking.
Seeing this made Yunhu feel curious.
"What are you thinking, Master?"
The Prime Minister smiled and said: "I am wondering whether to change the development strategy of Xuanxuyuan."
Yun Hu didn't know how to ask: "How to change it?"
"Look, there are so many rich people in Huai'an, and they must have too much money to spend. We can definitely start with them. For example, if a rich man wants to go to Qingniuyuan, but is rejected, what should he do? Money, give me the money and let me go to Qingniuyuan."
Yunhu was speechless. Then he looked at the Prime Minister and realized that he was indeed not joking.
"But if this is the case, the thousand-year reputation of Xuanxuyuan will probably be ruined."
The prime minister sighed and said, "Okay."
So he drank again and sighed: "I'm short of money, I'm short of money."
Yunhu couldn't help but smile next to him.
Probably the people in white are very poor.
The pockets are cleaner than the clothes.
Although the prime minister hid a lot of money, Yunhu didn't know that the money was not for his own use.
That is the subsequent construction funds of Xuanxuyuan.
The prime minister sighed for a while and shook the wine bottle. It was as loud as in his pocket.
So he looked at Yun Hu and didn't know.
"Go buy me some wine."
"I don't have time." Yunhu didn't know that this was not an excuse, but that he really didn't have time.
He has been living in the library during this period, studying his path to immortality all day long.
The Prime Minister looked at the pile of classics around Yun Hu, and gave up. He happened to catch a glimpse of someone walking through the bamboo forest downstairs, and hurriedly stopped him.
"Lao Xie, go buy me some wine."
Mr. Xie, who was innocently lying downstairs, sighed and said, "Okay."
The prime minister was leaning on the railing again, thinking about the future direction of Xuanshuyuan.
In fact, Xuanxuyuan is not really only accessible.
For example, some designs from the School of Mathematics and Physics, or some books from the School of Fengwu, have brought some income to the school.
Even those strange and weird books written by Yunhu I don’t know, there are still people in the world who like to buy and read them.
But after all, to support an entire hospital, we still need the help of some external funds.
The Prime Minister wanted to abandon the solid ally of the Human Sword Sect and find someone else.
After all, Jian Zong plays cards every day, and there are only a few people as rich as Chen Huaifeng.
Not to mention the old boy Cong Ren.
To buy a candied haws, it takes a long time to search.
He also said that he had not eaten it for a thousand years and it was rare to miss it.
Damn it to you. The last time I went there, the wine I drank was squeezed from the disciples.
The prime minister sighed as he thought about it.
Smiling like his mother in the bush.
Who in the world has money?
Qing Xiang lay down on the pile of books that Yunhu didn't know, patting his belly and thinking boredly.
The one who is missing is probably very rich. People think about going to that Poguan every day to ask for fortune and fortune, and they must have made a lot of money.
It's a pity that Qi Yimen never cares about worldly affairs. He hides in the green mountains every day and studies the so-called destiny.
Knowledge changes destiny, boy!
The prime minister really wanted to catch the divination operator and scold him.
But think about it and forget it.
Even though he is a boy and a junior, he still talks nonsense every day.
But after all, it is someone who is taller than myself.
If you can't win, you can't win.
The prime minister patted his belly and fell asleep.
...
When Mr. Mei was sitting on the deck chair at the entrance of Xuansheyuan and squinting, he saw Mr. Xie walking out in a hurry.
"what are you going to do?"
"Buy drinks for the dean."
"..."
The world is huge, and of course the dean is the biggest.
So even if Mr. Xie is a practitioner in the ninth realm of the minor path, he still has to run out and buy wine for the minister without complaint.
If you don't buy it, maybe even the fifth Mr. Qingniuyuan won't be able to sit still.
Of course, this is a joke.
Mr. Xie changed from Mr. Big to Mr. Fifth simply because he gossiped in class and taught others without doing his homework, so he was complained about.
Nan Dao knew this very well at the beginning, and after teaching him, he started talking nonsense everywhere, and then started to curse people.
As Mr. Xie's friend for many years, Mr. Mei naturally knows it well.
Watching Mr. Xie's back go away, Mr. Mei squinted in his chair again.
After a long time, Mr. Xie came back with a jar of wine in his hand. Mr. Mei looked at it and turned around, then went in and took out a small pot. He looked at Mr. Xie and smiled, and said, "Pour me some."
Mr. Xie: "......"
Although he was helpless, Mr. Xie still poured half a pot for Mr. Mei, while muttering: "If the dean asks about it then, I will tell him directly."
Mr. Mei smiled and said: "Can't you say that the price will increase if you buy it now?"
"..."
"Okay, let's go."
Mr. Mei said while holding the wine bottle and waving his hands.
Mr. Xie took the wine and headed towards the library.
Mr. Mei sat back on the chair, holding the bottle of wine and drinking it with a smile.
The story of course always moves forward.
Mr. Mei rarely mourns now.
I just stay quietly in the courtyard, lighting the lamps, and have a drink with Mr. Xie when I have nothing to do.
It's quite comfortable.
As for Li Die.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't tell them when he left, so Li Die finally chose to stay in the hospital.
Mr. Mei drank for a while and looked at the darkening sky, so he ran to light the garden lamp in the yard.
After being busy for a while, I returned to the gate with the wine bottle in my arms and looked at the alley.
But he suddenly remembered that stroll one night in March.
Chen He has left, and so has Nan Dao.
Unexpectedly, Yunhu was also busy with many things that Mr. Mei didn't know about all day long.
So maybe what Mr. Mei said that night was not wrong?
Walking around, in the end it was nothing more than this.
Mr. Mei returned to the recliner with the wine bottle in his arms.
Then in the slowly coming night, it swayed very comfortably.
The door is still ajar, but the wind from outside is probably not blowing in.
