The spring scenery is bright and the blue waves are rippling.

In a misty and misty place, there is a private school.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, the rhythmic ringing of bells rang in the small courtyard. A group of children who had been unable to sit still for a long time looked at the Master eagerly. The Master smiled and put down the book in his hand: "I know that you are eager to return home, and you will return in three days, and you will have to complete your homework one by one.

Check.]

The children with buns smiled and grabbed their schoolbags, and lined up with a few private school ladies outside the door to wait for adults to take them away.

The security here is acceptable. These students all have cultivation qualifications and are not afraid of ordinary dangers. However, due to their age, Master is worried about them going to and from school alone. It is the turn of the students on duty to stay and clean up, and the other children say goodbye to Master one by one.

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The master also gave his mother-in-law a holiday for the holidays.

The private school then became quiet.

The Master lay on the deck chair in the courtyard and fell asleep for a while, when a rustling sound came from his ears: "Huh, where did this little thief come from?"

A tall and sturdy shadow fell down from the eaves.

This man is dressed as a fisherman and his figure is very oppressive. Just standing there makes people feel that the space has become cramped. If any nearby residents come over, they will recognize him as a boatman who works upstream all year round. He likes fishing most on weekdays.

, but it’s a pity that we can’t catch a few fish all year round. Some common people who travel across the Taiwan Strait to make a living cannot afford the Sichuan capital to travel by boat, so they use a few small fish as compensation.

【I got some fish today, they are very plump.】

【Did you catch it?】

[Whether it was caught by fishing or slapped by me? It would have been cut open and cooked in a pot.]

The master pointed the cattail leaf fan in the direction of the private school's kitchen.

The boatman was holding the fish and cursing.

His fishing skills are not good, but his cooking skills are pretty good: [Last time I visited Zheng Qiao’s grave, a new restaurant opened in the town at the foot of the mountain. The signature dish is this fish in sour soup. I tasted it, don’t tell me, it tastes good.

It’s really good, so I learned how to do it.】

[Can someone teach you the recipes for a happy life?]

【Huh, who is this old man?】

Is life more important, or the recipe?

Besides, this restaurant chef also learned for free elsewhere, but he just benefited from the information difference because the local people didn't move around much and didn't know the news elsewhere. The boatman had no burden for this, and he didn't feel that he was

What can't be done well?

The Master took a sip and said: "It's acceptable."

The boatman said: [I saw an acquaintance today.]

The Master did not ask who the acquaintance was.

The boatman has quick eyes and quick hands, and he can pick up a few tender and plump fish fillets with just one chopstick: [Hey, I pointed him to the wrong way.]

Master said: [Aren’t you afraid of being punished?]

The boatman glared, pointed at the sky and said: "That is rebellion against Tiangang, harming the people and harming justice, I will beat the drum and sue him!"

The master was unconvinced about this.

This pot of fish in sour soup was bottomed out before the guests came over.

There was a knock on the wooden door of the private school.

The master put down his bamboo chopsticks and said: "You clean it up."

[The delicate lady who has no fingers to touch the spring water...] The boatman muttered, accepting his fate and putting away the leftovers, leaving some space. He could know who was outside the door through the courtyard wall.

The master opened the door, and standing outside was a young man dressed in plain clothes and well-dressed, with wooden clogs on his feet, a bamboo hat on his shoulder, and an inconspicuous knife on his waist. At first glance, he looked like the most ordinary knight-errant kid in the town.

It was foggy in the evening, and the young man's clothes were stained with moisture.

The Master looked up at him and was startled.

After a long while, he stepped aside to get out of the way and allowed the other party to enter.

【Why are you here?】

The young man followed her, scanning the simple interior layout of the private school with his peripheral vision, and did not forget to reply: "The world has been settled, the world is peaceful, I have nothing to do, so I wanted to come to you to find a way to make a living."

【What can you do here?】

[Perhaps the students still lack a martial arts master? It will be fine if you are in the opposition in the future, but if you are in government, you must learn martial arts to help you. 】

Regardless of the size of the court meeting, a full-scale martial arts display was performed from time to time.

Without any skills, it is easy to become bedridden.

The Master paused: [You have resigned from office?]

[I wanted to resign, but my petition was rejected, and Long Yan was furious.] The young man sighed, his always resolute and unyielding face full of pity, [I was demoted here. On the way to office, I met a black-hearted boatman, and all my belongings were lost. Shui. Now I am so poor that I can only come to seek refuge with the Master... I hope that the Master will take pity on me and allow me a place to stay and a thin covering of clothing."

The master said: "That boatman is hateful."

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

A string of fish bones flew out from Xiaodong's kitchen, almost grazing the young man's cheek, and with a thud, completely submerged into the pillar behind him.

The boatman rushed to the master and said: "Get out!"

Then he said to the young ranger: "Get out of here too!"

A heartless couple!

The moon was at the top of the sky. After washing, the Master was sitting in the study preparing for lessons. She held her forehead with her bare hands, and her damp white hair fell in front of her eyes. She was about to tuck her hair behind her ears when she stroked her hair with one hand. Her generous palms were warm. , and after a while, she was wet-dried with force. She pointed to the seat next to her and motioned for the young man to sit over and use it as a cushion for her. She felt some back pain after sitting for a long time.

【These are your students’ homework?】

【Um.】

[This handwriting is better than mine.]

The master chatted with him and said: "The talent is there, but it's a pity that she has an unstable temperament. She is the most naughty among the children in the private school. She often takes the lead in teasing other masters, but she has a sweet mouth, and she can convince others with just a few words. A bowl of ecstasy soup.】

As she spoke, she sighed deeply.

[That’s right now. If we push it forward ten or twenty years, at her age, she can be matched by ice men and decide which family will be her wife. How can she be like a monkey, jumping up and down without stopping.] The Master said, [ You can’t hit or scold...]

[You are her wife, why can’t you beat and scold her? 】

The Master smiled and turned around in the young man's arms. Under the puzzled eyes of the young man, he held his right palm with both hands and placed it on his flat belly. Under the confused gaze of the other man, he smiled and said nothing. The Master leaned close to his ear and whispered

Nan:【Who do you think she looks like?】

Young Ranger:【!!!】

Cold comes and summer comes, autumn harvests and winter stores.

The private school sent away batch after batch of students.

Some people work as officials in the government, while others live in the wild world.

Only the master guarded this private school, and occasionally a few friends came to visit, and her life was uneventful. She occasionally wanted to leave the private school and go for a walk farther away, but for some reason, every time she saw the swaying people peeking in from outside the courtyard wall.

Shuying ran out of ideas again.

[The world is vast when I think about it...]

She held her fingers in front of her eyes and watched the sunlight pass through her fingers, a ray of skylight shining on her face, and she felt vaguely familiar.

Boom, boom, boom!

The wooden door was knocked again.

The master thought it was an old friend who came to the door, but when he opened the door, he saw an unfamiliar face. She looked at the other person warily, and the style of the person's clothes was not like the current one, but more like the style of decades ago. Suddenly, a spiritual light passed through her soul, and she

Suddenly his eyes widened.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the sky broke through the misty rain.

Immediately afterwards, the world began to spin, and his vision was distorted by darkness.

[Ahem——] When she regained consciousness, she heard someone seemed to be arguing around her, and the argument was very fierce.

【Liao Shaomei, you...】

[You should move faster...]

【...Both of you, get out!】

Immediately afterwards there was a burst of crackling movement, someone was being pushed away, and the noise gradually stopped. She felt a burning pain coming from her throat, and there was a cold blade and warm fingertips traveling on her skin, and what else?

Sharp objects pierced the skin, followed by the pulling sensation of threads passing through the flesh... From time to time, a breath of vitality filled the whole body.

Fang Yan wiped the hot sweat from his forehead.

The wound on Mei Meng's neck has been treated, and her heartbeat is not as weak as it was at the beginning. However, Fang Yan is not sure whether he can wake up or whether there will be any sequelae. Walking out of the tent, Liao Jia and Luan

The letter is still being debated.

The two of them just had to take the lawsuit to the Lord.

Their conflicts are actually not complicated.

Luan Xin wanted to copy Mei Meng's scribe's way first, and then copy Lio Jia's, and the progress would be directly increased by 2. Naturally, Lio Jia refused. If Mei Meng was allowed to complete the consummation ceremony, his consummation ceremony would have failed!

After Luan Xin processed the news in his unhappy brain, he looked at Liao Jia with a look of resentment.
To be continued...