"Where is Mr. Chen going?"

Meng Jian'e felt a little sad when she saw Jiang Zhong's weak and powerless look, which was very different from her original spirit.

Jiang Zhong smiled and nodded to the girls and said, "I have been bored in the house for a few days and want to go out for some breath."

Meng Jian'e said: "It just so happened that a few of us came to see you. Why not just have a walk with you?"

Jiang Zhong didn't want to refuse, so he nodded. Qiaoer helped Jiang Zhong turn forward step by step. Fan Baotan turned his head and suggested, "Go to the backyard." No one had any objections.

On the way to Houyuan, everyone suddenly fell silent. After a long period of time, no one spoke first. In the battle of Luoshigu, although Jiang Zhong killed Chen Daolue with his hand, he also paid a heavy price of losing both his courage and his spirit. He changed from a world-renowned pride to a weak boy who was inferior to even ordinary people. I am afraid that no one will be able to relieve himself after encountering such an accident. It is natural to be taciturn.

As for Meng Jian'e and others, it was almost the same reason, and they didn't know how to speak. The genius impression that Jiang Zhong left in their hearts before was too strong and profound, so they couldn't find suitable words to comfort Jiang Zhong at this time. They always felt that he must understand what he wanted to say. If he didn't have any special opinions, it would be better not to speak.

There was a strange and tacit silence all the way. When he arrived at the back garden, Jiang Zhong was already panting, and his bones and meridians were aching faintly. Qiao'er was naturally very tired. She helped Jiang Zhong sit on the stone chair and stood aside to rest. Jiang Zhong said awkwardly: "Thank you for your hard work." Qiao'er shook her head.

Fan Baotan said: "Look back and let me tell Sister Linglong and let her put two girls in Zhuge."

Jiang Zhong hurriedly said: "No need, it will get better in a few days, so there is no need to be so troublesome."

Fan Baotan nodded.

Jiang Zhong said casually again: "I haven't remembered to ask, I wonder where Miss Lingyao and Princess Feihuang who live in the mansion are now?"

It was not that Jiang Zhong didn't think about asking, but he just subconsciously didn't want to act too deliberately.

Fan Baotan said: "After the day when the sir left the Fan Mansion, Miss Lingyao left a letter and said she was going to Jincheng to find her elder brother."

Jiang Zhong nodded, nodded, and thought about it in his mind. He thought that Yang Qice should have handled the final matter of Jincheng and would come to Luzhou with Yang Lingyao soon to say goodbye to him.

"As for Princess Feihuang, after she sent you back that day, she was picked up by a middle-aged man. Grandpa said that the middle-aged man was from Taihua City and came to invite Princess Feihuang back to Taihua with the order of the Western Emperor."

"So that's it." Jiang Zhong responded, but he couldn't guess what the demon emperor was thinking for a moment.

Several people spoke for a while in the back garden. Qiaoer was worried about Jiang Zhong's body and said, "Young Master, I'm going back to rest."

Several girls hurriedly stood up and sent Jiang Zhong back to Zhuge.

Jiang Zhong couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. It was not a good experience to have beautiful peers for the first time. He was really discouraging.

After returning to Zhuge, Zhuang Yuya said: "I still have a few incense pills in my house. Although they are not a magic pill, they are of great benefit to unblocking meridians and venting and nourishing the spirit. I will send you a few pills for me to take later, hoping that they will be of some help to me."

Jiang Zhong wanted to refuse, but looked up and saw Zhuang Yuya with sincerity, and felt disrespectful, and said, "Then I thank Miss Zhuang first."

Zhuang Yuya shook her head and smiled and said, "Sir, don't be polite."

After several girls left Zhuge, Meng Jian'e suddenly remembered something and said, "Forgot to invite Mr. Chen to join our poetry club."

Fan Baotan said: "Now we cannot mention poetry and songs in front of him." After that, the girls sighed slightly.

Fan Baozhu, who had never spoken out of the beginning and end, suddenly asked, "He, can't he really go back to what he used to be?"

Fan Baotan and Zhuang Yuya looked at Fan Baozhu, looked at each other again, then nodded slightly with a sad expression, and walked silently for a while. Meng Jian'e suddenly said without thinking: "He can."

After dinner, it started to rain, drizzle, and it kept getting faster and faster, with autumn rain and cooler.

After a while, Zhou Da came to visit Jiang Zhong instead of Mr. Fan, and asked about his well-being for a few words. Not long after Zhou Da left, Fan Baotong came to Zhuge in a cloak and straw raincoat.

Qiaoer, who was adding charcoal to the charcoal basin, saw Fan Baotong and got up to pour tea. Fan Baotong hurriedly reached out and called out, "Miss Qiaoer, don't be busy anymore. I'll say a few words to the teacher and leave."

Fan Baotong took off his hat and sat down on the chair beside the bed, asking, "What do the teacher think now?"

Jiang Zhong smiled and said, "It's not bad."

Fan Baotong nodded and said, "I came here now to talk to the teacher about Guanguan Building. Because I had fought with Chen before, this matter was delayed. I didn't expect that after experiencing so many things, I was a little confused about whether to continue building this building."

Jiang Zhong said: "Working things should have a beginning and an end, and I still think that I can treat it as a place to live in the future."

Fan Baotong said in surprise: "Does the teacher live in the mansion not well? Did any indifferent servant say something that offend the teacher?"

Jiang Zhong hurriedly said, "No, the mansion is only better to me than before. I said anything offended me. I just thought about it. After all, it is impossible to live in the Fan Mansion all the time. My future situation... In short, if this building is to be built, I intend to manage it well, and there should be many unexpected benefits. Well, if it is convenient, Baotong will help me leave a courtyard and transplant a big apricot tree for me."

Fan Bao Channel: "These are all small things, there is no inconvenience. Baotong must do it properly for the teacher." After pausing for a moment, hesitantly asked: "Teacher... I mean, this Guanguan Building is really going to be done..."

Jiang Zhong smiled and said, "I'll talk about this later."

"Well. Then Baotong won't disturb the teacher's rest for now, and will come to visit the teacher tomorrow."

Jiang Zhong nodded slightly and said, "It's raining outside, so be careful on the road."

Fan Baotong should "yes" and withdrew from Zhuge.

"Wow..."

The sound of wind and rain outside became increasingly rapid, but sitting in the warm monastery, listening to the sound of rain outside, a sense of inexplicable comfort in my heart. Jiang Zhong closed his eyes slightly and listened to the sound of rain, his thinking slowly spread.

From "Quiet Night Thoughts" to "The Knights' Walk", I came to this world and I have made a lot of vigor. Whether it is to draw Chen Zhaixing, the Anti-Jade Axe Array, or the Breaking Cage Array, I can pick up the famous works in my mind and take them over and kill them all. It is awesome, but Jiang Zhong...

When you take those masterpieces and use them, do you really care about their spirit, or do you just treat them as a means of defeating the enemy and a move?

This question has been circling in Jiang Zhong's heart for a long time. When it flashed past, it was always covered by the complacency brought by the vast treasure. It was unable to think further. Now that the courage and courage of the people are dispersed, they can think about this question seriously. Some short and definitive sentences floated through their minds uncontrollably:

“Memory does not mean understanding.”

"The foundation needs to be settled."

"Article is not a means."

"Confucianism should eliminate evil."

"Writing has its own spirit."

"If you remember without thinking, you will be confused."

...

The raindrops fell anxiously, Jiang Zhong's mind was spinning fast, and he was unconsciously tired. He turned over and fell asleep slowly.

Qiaoer, who was sleepy, tucked a quilt for Jiang Zhong, stood beside the bed and watched for a while, and went to bed by himself.
Chapter completed!