Old friends' style, the month of the year (Part 1)

The autumn wind and autumn rain are sad.

The women in the valley seemed to always frown and sat in the bamboo building, either holding a painting with plain hands, painting a scroll of landscapes, or depicting old friends based on memory.

But whether it is thick eyebrows, light eyebrows, square face, round face, gentleness or heroic posture, it seems that he is not his.

But those looks were him again.

He is such a person, or he is such a person in his memory.

You can either leap horses and whip them, point out the country, or be graceful and gentle. It seems that all the words in the world about praising a man are not an exaggeration to use on him.

The woman is already very old, but she still looks charming, and the years have stopped on her face.

Maybe it's more appropriate to call her like this, woman.

Although he had not promised his body to that person, his heart had promised to go out decades ago.

"Miss, it's cold, please add some clothes!"

Although she is old, according to the rules of the family, no one who has a formal marriage cannot be called a wife.

She shook her head and smiled at the little maid and said, "Xiao Chan, if I didn't want to, I wouldn't have been sick long ago."

When the little maid heard this, she suddenly realized her mind, smiled awkwardly, and patted her head.

"Did you have too many ordinary days and treat yourself as an ordinary person?"

The little maid stuck out her tongue.

"Since lately, what's going on?"

When Xiaochan heard her lady’s inquiry, she immediately withdrew her expression and said seriously: “I haven’t heard of it recently!”

The woman seemed not to hear Xiaochan's words, and saw outside through the windows of the bamboo building.

The mountains stand quietly in front of you, and a river passes quietly in the pond.

"A reincarnation for three hundred years, that thing cannot be destroyed. Every three hundred years, those talismans and mantras will come to this quiet and clean world."

The maid Xiaochan immediately opened her eyes wide and looked at her lady.

"Miss, is it the Kowloon Talisman?"

The woman nodded and sighed quietly.

"Three hundred years ago, the most important Nine Dragon Talisman fell on Jingmen Mountain. In those hundreds of years, no one could climb Jingmen Mountain, and could only walk around from the foot of the mountain. Even the Master at that time also had the owner of the Jiange who served in the palace.

After searching through the entire Jingmen Mountain, I couldn’t find the Nine Dragon Talisman.”

"As soon as three hundred years arrive, the Nine Dragon Talisman appears."

The woman's eyes were dull and she said slowly, as if she was murmuring.

"Because the legend says that this Nine Dragon Talisman can sense the direction of other Nine Dragon Talismans, everyone fought for it and caused a bloody storm."

Xiaochan's eyes were wide open, and she even forgot that she wanted to add tea to her lady, and she kept holding a pot of tea in her hand.

"After that, the Nine Dragon Talisman appeared. In order to compete for it, the Jingmen Mountain was crushed, and the Jingmen River was divided into two."

When Xiaochan heard this, she was so shocked that she opened her mouth wide. Then she remembered that she was holding a pot of tea in her hand.

The woman smiled faintly and turned her head to look at her little maid.

"This world was amazing in the past. Not to mention destroying a mountain, even if the entire mountain is moved up and smashed down, it is not impossible."

The woman gathered her hair, took the pot of water, poured herself a cup of tea, and then placed it on the table.

"This year is another three hundred years. Three hundred years ago, the Nine Dragon Talisman finally landed on Fengwu Mountain. The six major sects and Shijian Pavilion formed a large formation to seal Fengwu Mountain."

Speaking of this, a hint of mockery was raised on the corners of her mouth.

"If the Jiulong Talisman is going to be released by himself, what kind of formation can be used in this world? It's simply naive!"

When Xiaochan heard this, she immediately murmured: "Miss, can we do it?"

The woman knew what her little maid was going to say, shook her head and said directly: "It's almost impossible. Although they feel like they are about to come out every time, they are blocked by the human race every time."

"There is a saying that goes: 'If you are not afraid of being arrogant, you are afraid of being desperate.'"

As she said that, she took a sip of tea.

The cold wind seemed to be a little cold, and she frowned.

"By the way, prepare for it, it's time for us to go out and have a look!"

Xiaochan nodded obediently.

She picked up the kettle on the table and walked back.

"Miss, if we go, will Mr. Xu be upset?" Xiaochan suddenly turned his head and said to his lady.

The woman was stunned and silent, not knowing what she was thinking about.

Seeing this, Xiaochan immediately lowered her head.

"Miss, I'm sorry!"

The woman shook her head and barely smiled.

"It's okay, if he knew, he wouldn't blame me. The relationship between us has nothing to do with this."

"That's good!" Xiaochan added without knowing his life and death and walked out of the door.

A woman with no confidence on her face was left. She said this, but some things were complicated, so who knows!

(This woman and Xiaochan have appeared before, in Volume 2, Chapter 77 of "Xiaolou Night Rain")

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Weicheng.

There is rain in Weicheng, but there are no teenagers here, and there are no maids, only a gentleman who likes to teach.

My husband's life was very quiet. He got married two years ago. Everyone thought he was dead, but he didn't expect that he would eventually appear again.

The rich man didn't force him. The fat daughter who was fat and destined to be a husband seemed to have broken her fate after that marriage and finally married a fat man. She was not very talented or more talented, but at least she was still a good life.

Live a stable life.

After the gentleman disappeared for a while, he appeared again in this quiet town.

He changed a ruler. The ruler he had lost for some reason, and always had a faint smile on his face. When the schoolchildren saw him, they would respectfully shout "Mr. Shi".

Mr. Shi had run a private school for poor people before, and just collected some money for food to teach the children. The wealthy family knew that Mr. Shi was not dead, and after he came back, he exploded many firecrackers, and was very happy, and the entire Weicheng was alarmed.

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The wealthy family set up a private school for Mr. Shi, and the conditions and environment were hundreds of times better than before. But Mr. Shi still only charged some money for food. If he was really poor, he would subsidize the people.

Mr. Shi always wore a blue shirt and a ruler on his waist. This habit of wearing a blue shirt was perfectly passed on to a boy who left.

In the end, with the help of others, many wealthy families sent their children.

Mr. Shi was still unwilling to collect a lot of money, but after everyone's persuasion, the children of those wealthy families also accepted some apprenticeships after regular worship of Mr. Shi.

Of course, these apprenticeships are more of school supplies, and Mr. Shi used them to reward those students who are diligent in studying and asking questions.

When the people mentioned Mr. He gave a thumbs up.

But what they didn't know was that behind the scenes, Mr. Shi protected this small town many times.

After the explosion was killed, Uncle Shi activated the chess piece of that year, and a huge force was immediately in his hands. However, he was still the Mr. Shi in the minds of the people.

I don’t know how many times, those strange people wanted to sneak into Weicheng, but they were all resolved by Uncle Shi. Not only that, he also showed his strong layout ability and strength, which made the men in black dare not come easily.

If it weren't for the times, who wouldn't want the years to be peaceful?

Old friends' style, the month of the year (Part 1)

The autumn wind and autumn rain are sad.

The women in the valley seemed to always frown and sat in the bamboo building, either holding a painting with plain hands, painting a scroll of landscapes, or depicting old friends based on memory.

But whether it is thick eyebrows, light eyebrows, square face, round face, gentleness or heroic posture, it seems that he is not his.

But those looks were him again.

He is such a person, or he is such a person in his memory.

You can either leap horses and whip them, point out the country, or be graceful and gentle. It seems that all the words in the world about praising a man are not an exaggeration to use on him.

The woman is already very old, but she still looks charming, and the years have stopped on her face.

Maybe it's more appropriate to call her like this, woman.

Although he had not promised his body to that person, his heart had promised to go out decades ago.

"Miss, it's cold, please add some clothes!"

Although she is old, according to the rules of the family, no one who has a formal marriage cannot be called a wife.

She shook her head and smiled at the little maid and said, "Xiao Chan, if I didn't want to, I wouldn't have been sick long ago."
To be continued...