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Volume Two The Lake of Winter 258 Chapter Autumn Return

Within the grass cottage, the mountain breeze is gentle and comfortable, just like the mood of Confucius at this moment. TXT eBook download

Brother Master and Brother Two sat quietly at the desk, one of them grinding ink and the other was making tea.

The Master waved his hand and said with a smile: "Happy today, no longer studying."

Brother II opened his mouth slightly, ready to speak to cater for a few words.

But after all, he was the first-class founder in the world, and he couldn't do such a thing for the teacher who was extremely respected. In the end, he closed his mouth and continued to grind seriously.

The brother looked at Jun Mo's expression and couldn't help but smiled and shook his head. Then he looked at the teacher after the case and asked in a soft whisper: "Why is the teacher happy?"

The Master laughed and said, "I am very happy to see this thing in exchange for the Dahe Sword without Liu Hao, in exchange for the Dahe Sword from Liu Bai."

The brother said with a smile: "It turns out so."

Master Zishu said: "The sword is not only physical, but also has Liu Bai's three-point charm. Your younger brother is a super-class great calligrapher in the world. To do this kind of thing is indeed the best choice for my college. "

Confucius and Master are very happy, but Brother 2 is not happy.

Liu Bai is recognized as the world's strongest man, and is regarded by the world as a swordsman, but in his heart, the strong man of Nanjin is just an enemy he will surely defeat in his combat career, and he will be a part of the future. The stone steps, the Dahe sword meaning contained in the paper sword, are eligible to be compared with the Haoran sword left by the youngest uncle who he most admires, even if it is a Haoran sword without great gas.

Brother II has always been a straight man who disdains to cover up his emotions. What kind of emotions flow on his face when he is thinking about it, but he ca n’t say anything against the teacher who respects the teacher, so he keeps silent. Inked, and the movement is getting faster and faster.

The ink in the Fang Yan accumulates more and more, and gradually becomes a lake. The ink stick rotates at a high speed between them, rolling up a black vortex, but the wonderful thing is that no drop of ink splashed out.

The Master looked at the ink in the inkstone and sighed, "It's said that the water droplets are worn through stone and the pestle is formed into a needle, but I have never heard that grinding ink can wear the stone inkstone through."

Brother II suddenly woke up and quickly stopped the movements in his hand, sincerely apologizing to the teacher.

The Master looked at him and said, "Say whatever you want."

Senior Brother II frowned slightly and said, "Although Liu Bai's swordsmanship has some merits, it is equal to the uncle's Haoran sword, and the method used by the younger brother is not very bright."

The Master said: "Since there is merit, then you have to choose it generously."

Brother II's brows became deeper and deeper, and I wondered how the teacher's words showed an unreasonable rogue atmosphere? Suddenly he thought that he was so disrespectful to the teacher in his heart, and he couldn't help regretting it.

"The Academy will not be worse than Liu Bai's great river sword."

The Master said with a smile: "But haven't you thought, what will happen if Liu Jinjian's inheritance is broken after Liu Bai's death? He realized that this great river sword would be annihilated to the world, and it would be a pity that he would never see the sun again. The thing? The academy accepted this sword, just as it has collected so many classics for thousands of years. We just saved some wisdom of the previous generations for future generations, hoping to re-emerge someday in the future. "

Listening to these words, thinking of the countless collections of books in the dòng of Houshanya, the second elder brother was shocked and felt more hated for his previous thoughts. He knelt on the futon and saluted the teacher deeply, Shen Sheng said: "The disciple knows his mistakes. In the future, the disciples will go to various sects in the world and come back to do all their exercises."

The expressions of the Master and the brothers changed slightly, and they unconsciously wanted to find tea to drink. They thought that if they really asked the denominations to produce their own secrets of spiritual practice in the name of preserving the fire of human civilization, the other party must think that you are a lunatic or It ’s a robber, and you ’ll have to do things if you ’re right, and you ’re so arrogant and proud of the truth. Those sects who refuse to give up cheats, you definitely do n’t care about robbing, so come back, Naturally, it became a **** back, and the world's spiritual practitioners were afraid that there would be a **** storm ...

The Master looked at him and reprimanded Shen Sheng: "If you can drop your old face and don't rob it, when the little guy Liu Bai realized the Dahe Sword, I grabbed him back to the academy. He wrote it. Your little teacher has taken pains to do this, and you do n’t know what you ’re thinking. "

The master shook his head and said, "Of course, this kind of thing is premised on voluntariness."

The second brother was confused by the teacher and said, "But the behavior of the younger brother is almost stealing, and it does not seem to be much different from robbing."

The Master was a little embarrassed.

The elder brother pours tea on the top with a rare speed, and respectfully said: "Teacher, drink tea."

The move instantly diminished the awkward atmosphere between the scenes, and the master took a sip of beauty, looked at his favorite apprentice, and said with appreciation: "Ruzi can also be taught."

Brother 2 frowned, thinking about where he could not be taught anymore?

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The wild geese who spent the summer on Xunyang Lake in Gushan County returned to Chang'an City and circled around the old pagoda for several days. The geese shadowed the sky and left a series of tweets between Yanming Lake and the mountains. Then they flew south and flew towards the warmer Ozawa, waiting for chūn days next year before they would return.

The shop mén in Lai Bi Zhai, Lin 47 Lane has not been opened for a long time. The wild cat is lying on the wall and basking in the cooling sun, looking indifferently at the dusty patio, guessing that he once smashed himself with dry firewood. How many days did the guy die?

There is an additional roasting stall in the alley. Boss Wu has an old dog. He walks the dog every morning and dusk, so as to dispel the pressure from loneliness and the boss lady. As the weather gets cooler, sooner or later the cold invades. The time became a time, and the time became noon.

The casino in Xicheng is still booming. Qi Siye is wearing a satin gown and an iron ball in his hand. He is as rich as a rich man and accepts the compliments of the neighborhood, thinking about when the second brother will come back.

The Taoist Taoist who performed the magic on Zhuque Street was sick, but Taoist Temple was completely renovated, so there were more believers who came to pray and pray to the sky than in previous years.

Regardless of the passage of time and the change of seasons, the Tang people in Chang'an City lived as calmly and joyously as before, and the hearty laughter in the streets and lanes never ceased.

In the collection of Houshan, there is a paper sword from Nanjin sent to Xiling and finally transferred to Datang. The taste of the new lacquer in the house near Yanming Lake gradually dissipates. The young people in the house are walking on the road of practice The farther away, under the temper of Fuyi Jianqi, under the effect of mutual reference ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Sang Sang understands how to use magic to fight, Ye Hongyu learns the Haoran sword, bypasses the category, to that The understanding of the thin paper sword is getting deeper and deeper.

A strong man like Dao Chi is on the side of his body as a target, with such lofty and even ridiculous ambition in his heart. Ning Que ’s progress is even more amazing, he has become stronger and stronger.

His current state of cultivation has long been stabilized in the dòng Xuanshang Realm, walking firmly upwards, getting closer and closer to the gully that seemed to be separated by heaven and man. One day, he saw the road faintly between the lake and the willow. The mén threshold, but to his slight consternation, the mén threshold is a bit scary for him now.

chūn goes, summer returns, autumn returns.

When he returned to Chang'an City in the fall, Xiahou, the general of the town army who had been stationed in the Tang Dynasty for decades and had made outstanding achievements, was about to return to Chang'an City.

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