Spring is bright and the scenery is bright, and the blue waves are rippling.

In the misty place, there is a private school located.

Ding bells, rhythmic ringtones rang in the courtyard. A group of children who had been unable to sit still looked at the Master. The Master smiled and put down the book in his hand: [I know that you are like an arrow, and when you come back in three days, you must check your studies one by one.]

The child with a bun with balls smiled and grabbed his schoolbag, lined up with a few private school ladies outside the door to wait for the adults to pick them up.

The public security here is still acceptable, and these students are also qualified to practice and are not afraid of ordinary dangers. However, at this age, the Master was worried that they would go to and from school alone. It was the turn of the students on duty to stay and clean up, and the other children bowed and said goodbye to the Master one by one.

The Master also gave the mother a holiday.

The private school calmed down.

The Master was lying in the yard and was sleeping for a while, and rustling sounds came from his ears: [Hmph, where did the little thief come from?]

A burly and sturdy shadow fell from the eaves.

This man was dressed as a fisherman and had a very oppressive figure. Just standing there makes people feel that the space becomes cramped. If nearby residents come over, they can recognize him as a boatman who has been raising boats upstream all year round. He likes fishing the most on weekdays, but unfortunately he can't catch a few fish all year round. Some common people who travel between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait can't afford the Sichuan money for boat rides, so they use a few small fish to make a living.

【I got a few fish today, they are so fat.】

【You caught it?】

[No matter whether it was caught or was slapped by me? I had to scrape the scales and cut the stomach and cook it in the pot.]

The master pointed his palm fan in his hand towards Xiaodong Kitchen in his private school.

The shipkeeper was holding a fish and cursing.

His fishing skills are not good, but his cooking skills are pretty good: [Last time I swept Zheng Qiao's grave, there was a newly opened restaurant in the small town at the foot of the mountain. The signature dish was this sour soup fish. I tasted it, let alone the taste was really good, so I learned it.]

【Will someone teach you the recipe for resting in life?】

【Hmph, who is I?】

Is life important or is the recipe important?

Besides, the chef of this restaurant also learned for free elsewhere, but because the local commoners did not move around, didn’t know the news elsewhere, and benefited from the information gap. The shipkeeper had no burden on this and did not feel that he could not do anything well.

The Master tasted it: [Shangke.]

Justice: [I met an acquaintance today.]

The Master didn't ask who the acquaintance was.

The boatman was quick-eyed and his hands were quick, and he grabbed a few fresh and plump fish fillets with chopsticks: [Hey, I pointed him the wrong way.]

The Master said: [Isn’t you afraid of being cleaned up?]

The boatman glared at the tiger's eyes and pointed at the sky and said: [That's to rebel against Tiangang, the remnants of the people are harming the truth, I will go and beat the drum and sue him!]

The Master did not comment on this.

This pot of sour soup fish came to the bottom before the guests came.

The wooden door of the private school was knocked, dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong

The master put down the bamboo chopsticks and said: [You clean up.]

[The delicate lady who has no spring water for ten fingers…] The shipkeeper muttered and accepted his fate to clean up the remaining soup and leave the space. He could know who the person outside the door was across the courtyard wall.

The Master opened the door, and outside the door was a young man in plain clothes, wearing wooden clogs, carrying a hat on his shoulders, and an inconspicuous knife on his waist. At first glance, he looked like the most ordinary child of a ranger in the town.

It started to fog in the evening, and the young man's clothes were stained with a little water vapor.

The master looked up at him, stunned.

After a while, he turned sideways and allowed the other party to enter.

【Why are you here?】

The young man followed her, and Yu Guang swept over the simple layout of the private school, and replied: [The world is settled and the world is peaceful. I have nothing to do, so I want to come to you to find a living idea.]

【What can you do with me?】

[People may still lack a martial arts master? It will be fine if they are in the wild in the future. If they are in the court, they must learn martial arts.]

Regardless of the size of the court meeting, all martial arts will be performed from time to time.

It is easy to get bedridden without some skills.

The Master suddenly stepped down: [You have resigned from your official position with your seal?]

[I wanted to resign, but the memorial was rejected, and Long Yan was furious.] The young man sighed, and his face, which had always been resolute and unyielding, was full of pity. [I was demoted here, and I met a black-hearted shipwreck on the way to take office. My whole family was full of responsibility. Now I am poor and can only come to rely on my Master... I hope my Master will give me mercy and allow me to settle down in a place with my body and thin clothes.]

The Master said: [That ship is hateful.]

The young ranger said: [It is indeed hateful.]

A bunch of fish bones flew out from Xiaodong Chu, almost rubbing the young man's cheeks, and with a thud, it completely penetrated into the corridor column behind him.

The shipman said to the master: [Get out!]

He said to the young ranger again: [Get out too!]

A heartless dog man and woman!

The moon was in the middle of the sky. After washing up, the Master sat in the study to prepare lessons. He supported his forehead with bare hands, and his white hair with moisture drooped in front of him. She was about to pull her hair behind her ears, and one hand stroked her hair first. Her broad palm was warm, and soon she used martial arts to dry her wet method. She pointed to the position next to her and signaled the young man to sit over as a cushion for herself. After sitting for a long time, she felt a little painful back.

【These are your students’ courses?】

【Um.】

[This hand is more pronounced than I do.]

The Master chatted with him: [I have talent, but unfortunately I am unstable. The number of children in the private school is the most naughty. I often take the lead in teasing other Masters, but I have a sweet mouth and can give people a bowl of ecstasy soup in just a few words.]

As she said that, she sighed heavily.

[That's right now, if she pushes forward for ten or twenty years, she can be matched by the Iceman at this age. Which family is determined to be a wife? How can she jump up and down like a monkey?] The Master said, [You can't beat or scold you...]

[You are her master, why can't you beat and scold me?]

The Master smiled and turned around in the young man's arms. In the young man's puzzled eyes, he held his right palm with both hands and placed it on his flat belly. Under the other party's confusion, he smiled without saying a word. The Master leaned close to his ear and murmured: [Who do you think she looks like?]

Youth Ranger:【!!!】

Cold comes and goes from heat to autumn, harvest comes and hides in winter.

The private school sent away batches of students.

Some people are in court and some are indulging in the world.

Only the Master guarded this private school, and occasionally there were three or two friends coming to the door, and life was calm. She occasionally wanted to go out of the private school and go to a walk further away, but for some reason, every time she saw the swaying shadows of trees coming into the courtyard wall, she lost her mind.

[One thought of heaven and earth...]

Her fingers blocked her eyes, and she watched the sunlight pass through her fingers, and a thread of skylight shone on her face, and she felt very familiar.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The wooden door was knocked again.

The Master thought that an old friend was coming to the door, but it was a strange face when he opened it. She looked at the other person with a vigilant look. The clothes of the person who came was not the same as the present, but the style of the decades ago. Suddenly, a light of inspiration slashed through her soul, and she suddenly opened her eyes wide.

The wind stops and the clouds dissipate, and the sky light breaks through the misty mist and rain.

Immediately afterwards, the sky was spinning, and the vision was distorted by the darkness.

[Ahem -] When she was conscious again, she heard someone around her seemed to be arguing, and the quarrel was very fierce.

【Little and beautiful, you...】

【You are moving faster…】

【…You both go out!】

Then there was a crackling sound, and someone was pushed away, and the noise gradually stopped. She felt a scorching pain coming from her throat, a cold blade and a warm fingertip circling on the skin, and some sharp objects pierced the skin, followed by the pulling feeling of silk thread passing through the flesh... From time to time, a breath full of vitality poured into her whole body.

Fang Yan wiped the hot sweat from his forehead.

The wound on Mei Meng's neck has been treated, and her heart meridians are not as weak as they were at the beginning, but Fang Yan is not sure whether they can wake up or whether they have sequelae when they wake up. When he walked out of the tent, Liao Jia and Luan Xin were still arguing.

The two of them were just about to fight the lawsuit to the master.

Their conflict is actually not complicated.

Luan Xin wanted to copy Mei Meng's perfect literati first, and then copy Liao Jia's, and the progress was directly increased by 2. Liao Jia naturally refused. If Mei Meng was allowed to complete the perfect ritual, his perfect ritual would fail! Luan Xin used his unhappy brain to process the news, and looked at Liao Jia's eyes so resentful.

Coupled with the perfection of Liao Jia and Mei Meng, it cannot coexist.

Fang Yan inexplicably sympathized with Mei Meng, who was still struggling on the brink of life and death, and said: [The situation has stabilized, just send someone to take care of him later.]

Lu Jue said: [I'll do it.]

Fang Yan looked at him, wanting to speak but stopping.

The Lord promised to save Mei Meng for her surplus value. Once the value was obtained, it would be embarrassing how this person would deal with it.

Killed?

Rescue the person and kill him. Even if Lu Jue doesn't get a knot with his master, he will feel unhappy with Liao Jia and Luan Xin. No one can guarantee that this hidden danger will not be detonated in the future, unless Lu Jue is abandoned. For the sake of a half-dead Mei Meng, Lu Jue is low-key, but as one of the elders, he also has a great prestige in the army. How can he explain the cause of his death to foreign countries?

Keep it?
To be continued...