Nan Dao was actually just sitting in the yard with an umbrella, just like he was sharpening his sword last night.
However, today I just sat quietly, watching the bright lights in the night sink little by little, and then turned into a silent black.
When Xu Chunhua got up the next day and looked at the young man sitting in the yard with his sword across his knees and eyes closed, he felt a little ashamed.
Why does it feel like you have hired a nursing home?
Although Xu Chunhua didn't know what the boy was doing, she didn't disturb him and walked over slowly.
The wind in the early morning of May fell quietly from the heights.
Because she came back early yesterday, it was quite early when Xu Chunhua woke up today, and there was still a lot of morning dew on the grass blades in the yard.
The small town girl lit a fire and simply made some porridge. Then she moved a small bench and sat under the eaves while drinking, looking curiously at the young man with sword intent flowing around him.
Perhaps it is true that the young man cannot carry his sword across the clouds and kill Chen Yunxi. Such a thing can only be written by someone as unconstrained as Chen He.
It's just that such a young man probably can't be looked at with ordinary eyes.
Although Xu Chunhua didn't know how to practice, she had seen how Mei Xiyu practiced and absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth when she lived in a mountain stream outside the town.
The mysterious meaning brought by such a Taoist in the realm of Dao may not be as good as that of a young man sitting under an umbrella.
Maybe some things in Chen He's books are also true.
For example, a young man gets straight to the point, and then gets to the bottom of things extremely quickly.
Xu Chunhua was thinking quietly while eating there.
At this time, there was some faint noise coming from outside.
Xu Chunhua thought for a while, walked across the courtyard with the bowl in hand, opened the courtyard door and stood there looking curiously.
There were some people gathered at the entrance of the alley, talking about something.
Xu Chunhua was a little indifferent at first, but when she heard clearly what they were talking about, she stood there in a daze.
The Minister of War was killed in an alley somewhere in Huaidu yesterday.
Xu Chunhua's mind seemed to be filled with thunder.
He opened his eyes wide, as if he remembered something, and looked back at the young man in the yard with horror.
The young man woke up at some point and was sitting quietly under the umbrella, looking at the small-town girl at the door.
The two looked at each other for a long time.
The young man stood up holding an umbrella, walked to the door, looked at the people discussing over there quietly, and then looked back at Xu Chunhua calmly and said something.
"I didn't kill him."
The young man lowered his head and squinted at the sword in his hand.
"I didn't even draw my sword."
...
Zhu Congwen limped to the noodle shop early in the morning. He came extra early today, and even Gu Xiaoer and the others hadn't come yet.
When Gu Xiaoer and others arrived, they saw the scholar ordering a bowl of noodles for himself and sitting on the steps of the backyard, holding the bowl and eating quietly.
"Didn't I tell you to rest at home for two days?"
The scholar did have a heavy fall yesterday, which can be seen from the way he limped when he came in today.
Zhu Congwen didn't answer, he just lowered his head and ate the noodles.
Gu Xiaoer also realized that something was wrong, and asked the other two people to go to the front to clean up, and then he sat down next to Zhu Congwen.
"What's wrong?"
Zhu Congwen was just eating noodles and drinking noodle soup, looking like he was having a very ordinary breakfast.
Gu Xiaoer didn't rush him, he just sat aside and waited silently.
It wasn't until the scholar finished eating the bowl of noodles in his hand and Da Da was about to stand up and go to the kitchen to wash the dishes that he said something softly.
"Brother Gu, didn't you hear anything on the way here?"
"what news?"
Gu Xiaoer actually already guessed what it was about, but he still asked seriously.
Zhu Congwen paused on the steps for a while, and then said slowly: "Master Li is dead."
Gu Xiaoer sat silently on the steps, looking at the scholar's back for a long time as if nothing had happened.
"What about you? What should you do?"
"have no idea."
Zhu Congwen seemed very relaxed.
It seems that the hurried young man yesterday was not Zhu Congwen but Zhu Congwu.
Of course there are people named Zhu Congwu in the world, and there are probably people named Wang Xiaoer and Lu Xiaoer, but it's a pity that Zhu Congwen doesn't know them, and neither does Gu Xiaoer.
The sound of dishes being washed came from the back kitchen.
Gu Xiaoer sat on the steps with a sad face. Not long after, the scholar came out again, holding another bowl of freshly cooked noodles in his hand.
Zhu Congwen handed the noodles to Gu Xiaoer, and then sat quietly aside.
However, Gu Xiaoer did not have the intention to eat noodles with peace of mind like Zhu Congwen, so the bowl of noodles in his hand was a bit heavy.
"It's actually not a big deal."
Zhu Congwen sat aside for a long time and suddenly said this.
Gu Xiaoer turned around and looked at the scholar in surprise, but the calmness on the scholar's face didn't seem to be fake.
"When the Lord Attendant asked me if I wanted to be the Attendant, I refused."
The scholar told the unfinished story.
After Liu Sanyue, the Minister of War in Huaidu, died in the south last year, that position has been vacant.
Although Zhu Congwen didn't know why that position was always vacant, just as students like them were not allowed to enter the officialdom, many things naturally represented some unknown considerations of the upper class.
Although Zhu Congwen has fair arms, he is not a bookworm who just immerses himself in studying.
A place like Xuanxuyuan naturally has a lot to teach.
Wanliang of gold is not something that can be carried away just by carrying it.
Naturally, the minister can't just do what he says.
Zhu Congwen quietly looked up at the sky and said slowly: "How can a great demon in the world suddenly favor a little scholar in the world?"
As the controller of Siwu Demon Mansion and the highest officer of Menxia Province, Shui Zaiping is naturally not an ordinary little demon.
Gu Xiaoer sighed softly and said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to help yourself when the time comes."
Zhu Congwen was silent for a while and said: "You can do whatever you want. If you can't seek perfection in your life, then seek peace of mind."
Gu Xiaoer looked at the scholar for a long time.
"It seems you didn't sleep very well last night."
The scholar naturally tossed and turned all night, and finally had to accept the established reality.
Zhu Congwen sighed and said, "If I can still sleep well after this, then am I not a god?"
Gu Xiaoer lowered his head. Probably the scholar he was most worried about was not in a bad condition. The big brother's mind also calmed down a lot, so he started to eat the noodles like Zhu Congwen.
The two of them were sitting there sighing, but the waiter from another noodle shop walked to the backyard very strangely, looked at Zhu Congwen and said: "Just now a Taoist noodle monk came and asked for a bowl of clear soup noodles. He also asked us if there was a person named Zhu Congwen in our store."
Gu Xiaoer raised his head and looked at the waiter blankly, swallowed the mouthful of noodles whole, and grinned slightly because he was burned and said, "What did you say?"
"I told you to ask."
"..."
Zhu Congwen stood up calmly, walked through the kitchen and walked towards the noodle shop.
The waiter looked there curiously.
Gu Xiaoer put the bowl aside and held him back.
"Did you really say that?"
"Am I so stupid? I just saw you guys sighing here and wanted to liven up the atmosphere. As soon as the Taoist from Qingtian Dao came in, I asked to see him by name."
Gu Xiaoer was silent for a while, then picked up the bowl of noodles again and sat there eating.
Taoists are good, of course Taoists are good.
It is better to be a Taoist than to be an official.
.....
Mei Xiyu sat quietly by the window. The cool wind in the early morning of May was blowing slowly from the streets. People were walking hurriedly on the streets that were still a little damp.
A waiter was walking over with a serious look on his face, and a scholar was following behind him very quietly.
Mei Xiyu turned around and looked at the very quiet scholar.
The scholar was also looking at the Taoist, but his expression was a little surprised.
It's very simple. He had seen this Taoist before. On the day he was taken away by Siwu Wei, when he was walking on the long street of Siwu Demon Mansion, the scholar had a quick glance at the man standing at the gate of the courtyard with Siwu. Wuwei is a Taoist who talks about something.
At that time, Zhu Congwen also hurriedly wondered whether this person was the Qingtian Taoist who replaced Liu Sanyue as the new minister of the Ministry of War.
The noodles requested by the Taoist were placed on the table. When the waiter turned around, he glanced at Zhu Congwen anxiously. The scholar just shook his head slightly, indicating that he was fine, and then walked towards the Taoist's table. He bowed very respectfully.
"What's the matter, real person?"
Mei Xiyu looked at the scholar for a long time, turned back, pointed at the opposite table, then picked up the chopsticks and started eating noodles.
Just like the main subject of today's noodle shop story is not three people but three bowls of noodles.
This Qingtian Taoist was eating noodles slowly and his appearance was indeed different from that of Zhu Congwen and Gu Xiaoer.
The scholar ate the noodles quietly and with relief.
Gu Xiaoer ate the noodles hesitantly and hesitantly.
The Taoist ate the noodles very calmly and calmly.
Mei Xiyu ate the noodles with clear soup color, blowing the wind that was still a bit cold in the early morning, and then said slowly: "You should have seen me before."
This sentence may be a bit awkward.
Shouldn't the normal opening line be "I seem to have seen you somewhere?"
Zhu Congwen sat at the opposite table and said softly: "Yes, over there at Siwu Square."
"What are you doing there?"
The Taoist's next words directly made the atmosphere in this place tense.
Zhu Congwen had no intention of hiding anything. He just sat there upright and said calmly: "The Lord Attendant suddenly wanted to see me. The real person should have seen it too. I was brought there by Siwu Wei."
Mei Xiyu looked down at the noodles in the bowl. The clear soup noodles were snow-white without any toppings, just like someone under a certain umbrella in the rain.
This Taoist actually didn't want to get involved in such a thing.
Even if he is from Qingtian Dao, even if Qingtian Dao and Huai have some kind of mysterious relationship.
Just this morning, I heard the news that shocked the entire Huaidu. Naturally, I had to let him follow some very weird events to find him.
The Taoist looked at it for a long time, his thoughts still a little confused.
"What does the Lord Attendant want you to do?"
I don't know why, but when this question was asked, the scholar laughed and turned to look out the window, as if he was preparing to tell a very unbelievable joke.
"A real person might not believe it."
The scholar smiled stiffly and looked out the window at the people coming and going on the long street.
"The Lord Attendant asked me if I had ever thought about becoming the Minister of War."
Mei Xiyu suddenly cut off a chopstick of noodles, raised her head and looked at the scholar in front of her for a long time.
This is probably an incredible joke indeed.
Mei Xiyu never thought that the scholar who was brought into the Siwu Demon Mansion that day would be asked such an unreasonable question.
Mei Xiyu lowered his head again, looking down at the noodles in the bowl that had been pinched off, twisting and sliding down into the noodle soup as if in great pain.
"You go on."
As Liu Qinghe said, places like Qingtian Road do have a great impact on the human world.
So the scholar spoke very sincerely.
"I refused, Mr. Attendant..."
The scholar very quietly told the story he had told Gu Xiaoer.
Mei Xiyu sat there quietly eating noodles.
After the scholar finished speaking, he fell silent and sat there quietly, waiting for the Taoist's next question.
However, the Taoist did not ask further.
Just eating noodles from the bowl.
After a long time, the Taoist raised his head and looked at the scholar quietly.
Zhu Congwen probably couldn't understand what the Taoist's very calm eyes meant.
But before the scholar could ask, Mei Xiyu said softly: "The word rejection is very interesting, Zhu Congwen."
When Zhu Congwen heard such a sentence, he suddenly fell silent.
At the window of the noodle shop in the early morning of May, the two of them stared at each other for a long time.
After a long time, Zhu Congwen looked away, looked out the window, and said dullly: "Yes."
The Taoist from Qingtian Road lowered his head and stirred the noodles in the bowl with the chopsticks in his hand.
"If Shui Zi Ping suddenly asked me to be the Minister of War, although I would not accept it, I would not use the word "refuse" when describing it to others."
What would the world generally say?
Zhu Congwen sat there looking out the window at the stacks of street buildings, thinking quietly.
Maybe it's a refusal, maybe it's a polite refusal.
But it would not be such a cold word as rejection.
Gu Xiaoer didn't hear anything from the scholar's words.
But Zhu Congwen did not expect that this Taoist from Qingtian Dao would be so keen.
Or maybe it's a given.
Taoist people are materialistic and dialectical, and have been famous for their eloquence since ancient times.
Naturally, it is impossible not to notice such a word that seems particularly blunt in that calm narrative.
"So what are the conditions?"
The Taoist sitting by the window and enjoying the wind asked softly.
Zhu Congwen was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "A real person should be able to guess it, right?"
The story told by the scholar and Gu Xiaoer is naturally unfinished.
Mei Xiyu looked at Zhu Congwen quietly.
Yes.
Sometimes people can indeed pick up thousands of taels of gold on the roadside. Although they can't carry it home in one go, they can hide it first and move it home bit by bit while the night is blurry.
Of course, a scholar who works as a waiter in a noodle shop cannot become the number two person in the Ministry of War overnight.
Shui Zai Ping was a servant and a minister, although he was not in charge of the official department. He was just a figure who could push the scholar to a certain position little by little as long as he wanted to.
The current situation is turbulent. No matter how cautious a minister is, he will eventually fail to take everything into consideration.
Mei Xiyu didn't ask any more questions, but just frowned.
"But I don't actually understand it."
The Taoist had no intention of eating any more noodles, so he left the half bowl of noodles there.
It is shameful to waste food.
It's just that sometimes it's a last resort.
The Taoist put down his chopsticks and looked at the scholar sitting opposite him quietly.
"You are not satisfied with just rejecting the resolution of the Ministry of War, but start to infiltrate your own influence into the Ministry of War. Why does the Lord Attendant do it so openly?"
The Taoist's sudden knock on the door by the Siwu Guard was naturally not a so-called routine inspection.
Zhu Congwen was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I don't know where the real person is. If I can't even understand the real person, how can I know?"
Mei Xiyu turned to look out the window.
There was a long silence in the noodle shop, perhaps because some of the news today were too shocking. People were busy joining in the fun, and not many people came to the noodle shop to sit down and enjoy a bowl of noodles.
So the two people by the window kept talking without being disturbed.
"You should know that the Minister of War was killed in the alley last night."
Zhu Congwen was silent for a while, and then asked softly: "Who killed him?"
Mei Xiyu said calmly: "I heard he is a sword cultivator."
Zhu Congwen's body collapsed slightly.
Although the scholar said relieved words and ate relieved noodles, he still thought that maybe there was still a lot of room for maneuver in things.
After a long time, Zhu Congwen sat upright again, leaned forward slightly, looked at the Taoist from Siwufang seriously and said, "This matter has nothing to do with me."
Mei Xiyu looked at the scholar for a long time, and then said calmly: "Have you really finished telling your story?"
The scholar turned to look out the window and remained silent for a long time. After a long time, he said softly: "The end of the story is indeed over."
So there is none at the beginning.
At the beginning of the story, the young-looking gentleman was not looking at flowers in the corridor, and then asked the scholar a question.
Rather.
"When I was taken there, the Lord Attendant was looking at the flowers in the corridor, and then he looked back at me with a sigh."
"He said - the Minister of War is about to die, and the Ministry of War is in chaos. This time, no matter how hard Mr. Yuan suppresses you students from becoming officials, he will eventually make some compromises and start selecting candidates for the Imperial Academy."
"Do you want to be the Minister of War?"
The scholar raised his head, looked at Mei Xiyu and said sincerely: "But Lord Shangshu's death really has nothing to do with me."
