The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 121: Master is the master

On the eighth day after the ink burned, Xue Zhengyi received his first letter.

The enamel paper, the writings are twisted and twisted, and I want to correct it, but it does not help.

"Uncle, don't read, I am in the flowering day today, everything is fine. There is a sinister evil here, but fortunately there are no casualties. The children have already cleaned up the water ghosts who made trouble. Now the ferry ships are very peaceful, and they have received the ship boss. Five hundred silver tickets, attached with the letter. Ask the aunt and the teacher to be well."

The 120th day, the twenty-second letter.

"Uncle, don't read. My nephew has recently had a chance to be a good spiritual stone. If it is set in Xuemen's Dragon City scimitar, it can be a weapon of the world. Although it can't be compared with the gods, it is very rare. Ask the aunt and the teacher to be well."

The thirty-third day, the twenty-fourth letter.

"The uncle does not read. The children have been practicing in the snow valley in recent days. The snow valley is cold all day long, and it is easy to produce exotic flowers. Among them, the frosty snow lotus is the most rare, but unfortunately there are thousands of demon guards in the flower fields. Low and low, hard work is not deep, can not be picked. These days are greatly improved, but they can also break their defenses, took more than ten flowers, and sent them back together. Ask the aunt and the teacher to be well."

......

There are often some playful objects, the elixir wood stone, sent by the letter.

In addition to the letter to Xue Zhengyi, the ink will also be written to the teacher in private. The content is about a glimpse of the sea, asking for trivial things like warm clothes.

The ink pen was stained on the paper, and there was a typo from the beginning. Later, although it was not good to see the word, but the horizontal and vertical, the structure gradually became mature and mature, and the wrong place was less and less. .

Looking around the past year.

On this day, Xue Zhengyi sipped a new spring tea and received a letter from the ink.

He smiled and finished reading, and handed the letter to Mrs. Wang. Mrs. Wang groaned and smiled: "The word of this child is getting more and more beautiful."

"Like a person?"

"who?"

Xue Zhengyi blew the tea, and found a copy of the "Ancient Enchantment Collection" from the desk scroll: "Do you see if Yuheng has a similarity?"

Mrs. Wang took the book and flipped it over and said: "It’s really like it."

"When he first came to life, he worshipped Yu Heng as a teacher. Yu Heng asked him to read the book first, but he did not know a few words. Then Yu Heng taught him some time, from him. His own name, then simple, then difficult." Xue Zhengyi shook his head. "At the time, he didn't study carefully. It was always a gesture, but now it looks like a decent."

Mrs. Wang smiled and said: "He should go down the mountain and walk more. I think he is outside, it is really calm."

Xue Zhengyi also laughed and said: "I don't know what he will look like after five years of travel. How old was he? Twenty-two?"

"twenty two."

"Oh." Xue Zhengyi sighed and seemed to have some emotions. "I thought that Yu Heng would take them until the age of twenty. People are not as good as days."

People are not as good as days, and ink burning is like this.

He walked through the north and south of the sea, from the rainy land of the south of the Yangtze River to the Dasan Pass in Saibei. In the summer, I took a bite of wine by sitting on the river, and I heard a whistle around the fire pond in the winter snow.

After the emperor called the emperor, the world is his, but he never went through thousands of mountains, to see the fishing boat lights in the east, the Kaner well in the west, did not carefully pass the black feet of the footman who took the burden on the stone road, the flesh Cleft palate, the sole of the foot is as hard as iron. I haven’t heard of the squatting squatting of the Liyuan in the Litangzi Lili, the sound of the sound is like a crack:

"It turns out that it’s red and purple, and it’s like paying for the broken wall...”

He is no longer stepping on Xianjun, and he will not be stepping on Xianjun again in this life. he is--

"Big brother." This is the crisp voice of the children in the workshop. "Big brother, can you help me save this bird? It has wings folded, I, I don't know what to do."

"Xiao Xianjun." This is the voice of the old village chief of Shijie Village. "Thank you, thank you, if you are not relying on you, we are all lonely and old in this village. We are only chaotic and we can only leave our homes." Xian Jun Da En Dade, old aging ... old and unforgettable."

"Good-hearted people." This is the nephew on the road, the trembling voice. "Good-hearted people, our mothers have not eaten enough food for many days, beg you to do well, and send compassion..."

The ink burns and closes the eyes.

Repeatedly opened again.

Because someone called him.

"Mo Zong Shi."

He was somewhat stung by this name, looking up at the dark man who called him like this, quite helpless: "I am not a master, I am a master. Don't call me like this again."

The man scratched his head thickly: "I can't help it. Everyone in the village calls you so much. I know you don't like it, but I can't change it."

In recent days, the ink has lived in a village in the lower boundary of the Xiujian border. There are a snow-capped mountains standing outside the village. There are often snow ghosts going down the mountain. They are all low-spirited demons. The night machine armor is enough to deal with it. It is a pity that this small village is too remote. The night traveler did not benefit this place. He couldn't help but tried to do it according to the map left by the teacher.

After many failures, I finally made the first one. His night travel is far less beautiful than the teacher's respect, and it is not as good as the teacher's spirit, but the wood man can be used.

This novelty can please the villagers of these backcountry people to be happy, and one of them, a master of ink, calls him to smother the ink.

But even more embarrassing is still behind.

It was an evening, and the sunset glowed red half the sky. He came back from the Taishan Academy and walked on the bustling Xinglin Trail. Someone shouted.

"Chu Zongshi!"

Hearing this title, the ink burned and even thoughtless, he immediately turned back, and then he was really funny. There are so many warlocks in the world. He now listens to the wind and rain, and thinks that his master is waking up early.

how can that be possible.

He shook his head with a smile and was about to turn around. He suddenly heard a cry: "Chu Zongshi!"

"..."

The ink burns a stack of books and squints at the crowd. Suddenly someone was beckoning with him, but unfortunately he was too far away. He couldn’t figure out the person’s face. He could only see his dress. He was a young man with a blue robe carrying a bow and followed by a Wolf dog.

The man quickly approached, but when the ink burned and he could see each other clearly, they were all in one another.

"you are……"

"Ink burning." He reacted earlier than the other party, holding the book roll, inconvenient luggage, he simply nodded, his eyes curiously stopped for a moment on the young face. "I didn't expect to meet Nangong son here. Clever."

The person who originally called him "Zhu Zongshi" is the nephew of the Confucianist Gate.

Because this guy died early, the previous life has never been photographed with him, but Chu night is not the same, Chu nightning was once a guest of the Confucianism, Nangong must be familiar with him. The ink burned him up and down, his eyes stopped for a while on the archery that Nangong’s hand was holding.

It is a very old cloth quiver, embroidered with the ornamentation of camellia on the top. Because there are too many times, the pattern has faded, and the bright leaflets are slightly yellowish, like the fragrance embroidered on the cloth. It can't last for a long time, and it will fade in a day.

Nangong is full of brilliance and brightness. Only this sac is very broken. It can even clearly see the traces of sewing. The smoldering heart knows that this sac must be a precious thing for him, but whoever has no two or three 敝帚 敝帚 敝帚What about it? Those who have unlimited scenery will also have a memory that they will stay with for a long time.

No one is as simple as going up, no heart.

Nangong was frowning: "The ink burns... remember it. The apprentice of Chu Zongshi?"

"Ok."

In this case, Nangong’s attitude was slightly better. He said, “I’m sorry, I’ve been separated. I’m dressed up, I thought it’s a master, he’s out early, and I don’t know.”

The ink burned his eyes away from the quiver, and did not carelessly ask, but replied calmly: "I just heard you shouting, I thought it was the teacher's honor to go out in advance, I don't know."

Nangong laughed, perhaps because he was born expensive, even when he was laughing, his handsome eyebrows still had some arrogance. And his arrogance and Xue Meng's arrogance is not the same, Xue Meng is the pride of arrogance, and Nangong 驷, seems to be a bit more arrogant, a bit arrogant, violent.

But he was born very well, this kind of suffocation did not make him terrible, but more wild.

Ink burning can not help but think in the heart, Nangong Temple, Nangong Temple, it is really a free horse.

He was arrogant, and he listened to Nangong. He said: "Before the ghosts were cracked, the master of Chu was unfortunately miserable. I was saddened for a long time. Fortunately, there was a master who could make the master resurrect and return. He woke up and I must die. After the visit."

"Then wait for the son to drive."

Nangong swayed his hand and suddenly saw the book in the ink-burning hand. He said: "What is the ink brother doing?"

"reading."

Nangong Suiyuan thought that he should read the books, and he should read some arduous and difficult articles. When he looked closely, he found that they were all classics such as "Easy Travel" and "Book of Rites", first and foremost, then Dao: "These are all basic volumes. I used to carry them out when I was young. What is the use of these?"

I didn't feel ashamed when I was burned. I looked calmly and said: "When I was a child, I couldn't even write my own name."

"Cough..." Nangong was a little embarrassed. "Will you report to a college?"

"Well. These days just happened to collect some spiritual stones for the practice on Mount Tai. I saw that the Xinglin Academy opened a new lecture and left nothing to do. Come and listen."

Nangong nodded and looked at the time. He said, "Look at this, the brother-in-law has not eaten dinner. Since you came to the Confucianism, you are the apprentice of Chu Zongshi, and I naturally want to do the friendship of the landlord. It happened that my companion was waiting for me at a nearby restaurant. How about going for a drink?"

I think about it, and I feel that there is nothing wrong with it anyway. Then I said, "It’s disrespectful."

"Dance Tower. One of the most famous restaurants in Linyi, the nine-turned intestines are delicious, but have you heard of it?" Nangong asked him while walking.

"How have you not heard of it." Ink smirked, "The number of restaurants in the upper division is one of the best. Nangong Gongzi, you really will pick the place."

"The place is not my pick."

"Oh, is that?"

Nangong said: "My companion picked it."

As a person who has lived alive, how much ink burns is also clear about the complicated relationship of Confucianism. Although he doesn't say anything, his heart is a bit strange, and he secretly thinks: Ye Yexi has also come?

But as he climbed up the restaurant with Nangong, he stepped away from the bead curtain of the wing. The people inside let him almost pick up -

I saw Song Qiutong wearing a light Luo Su clothing, the pavilion in the window, the outside of the peach blossoms bright, she heard the sound back, the side of the golden step swaying and flashing, more lining the skin if the fat, lips if Zhu, can not tell Look good.

The half of the ink burned in and consciously shrunk back.

He was thinking, this time with Nangong, he said that he does not like to eat Lu cuisine, especially not to love the nine-turn fat, but still have time?

The author has something to say: Today's bib has a "flow" handsome evil charm dog 1.0 ~ society your dog brother, people talk more 233333 ~ small chin wants to lick ~ ~ and teacher respect personal ~ I swear I really Seeing Xiaoyan, can this picture be regarded as a picture of a dog in the ghost world? Hahaha~