Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 145 Donate a Book to You
The box of books brought by Xie Xuan has been half read.

Sikong Changfeng broke twelve of the long sticks in Jixia Academy.

Mr. Li from the school has not appeared for a long time. It is said that he left the city and went to the small town to the north to bid farewell to his old friends. No one knows why Mr. Li, who is number one in the world, has so-called friends in the small town to the north.Probably just talking nonsense again, after all Mr. Li is best at talking nonsense.

And Baili Dongjun locked himself in the small room for ten days.In the past ten days, he occasionally ran out, and he looked as drunk as he was back then. According to Sikong Changfeng, he was delirious and kept talking about the stars in the daytime, and then he slept and ate a few bites Things ran into that room again.

"Bai Ri Xing Chen, is that the name of the wine?" Xie Xuan was still sitting in the yard while basking in the sun while quietly reading a book.

Sikong Changfeng stood in the middle of the courtyard, his forehead was covered with sweat, he held a long stick in his right hand and a short stick in his left hand, simulating a duel with others, but the two guns were not yet very proficient in using them , often collided with each other, occasionally lost his balance, and was about to fall a few times. He waved his gun and replied: "Who knew? Is Qiu Lubai from Diaolou Xiaozhu so difficult to beat? I drank the other day in the restaurant. The wine is nothing more than that."

"Qiu Lubai is different. I have drank a lot of fine wines, but Diaolou Xiaozhu Qiulubai can rank first." Xie Xuan licked his lips.

"How's your training going today?" A chuckle sounded, and the middle-aged Confucian scholar in gray robe fell to the ground.

Sikong Changfeng smiled wryly: "Mr. Chen, if this marksmanship can be mastered in ten days, then it's not worth my practice."

"You don't read much, but you speak quite well." Chen Ru stretched out a palm, "Let's make a move."

Sikong Changfeng flicked his long stick, forcing Chen Ru to go: "Sir, you don't seem to be praising someone."

Chen Ru raised his hand slightly, and shouted, "Start Cangshan!"

Xie Xuan was taken aback, raised his hand abruptly, and called out, "Uncle Master!"

Start to move Cangshan!What a powerful martial art that is, how can it be used in such a duel!Sikong Changfeng, who only held two wooden sticks, probably didn't even have the ability to resist, so he would be killed directly.

When Chen Ru raised his hand, he felt the courtyard tremble.

Then he put it down gently and smiled slightly: "Just kidding."

The momentum suddenly decreased, but even so, he still punched Sikong Changfeng's long stick, and then stretched out a finger with his left hand, pointing straight at Sikong Changfeng's chest.

"Here we come!" Sikong Changfeng spun his left hand, maintaining his balance in an almost impossible posture, the short stick suddenly blocked his chest, just blocking the finger.

Sikong Changfeng retreated five feet away with his stick, Chen Ru retracted his fingers, and nodded slightly.

The short stick in Sikong Changfeng's hand instantly broke into three pieces.

"Not bad, this stick already feels a bit like that." Chen Ru nodded in praise.

Xie Xuan put away the books, rummaged through the bookcase for a long time to find a somewhat worn book, walked over and handed it to Sikong Changfeng: "Don't practice by yourself, read this."

Sikong Changfeng looked at the names on the book, and was taken aback: "You have the right way to attack and defend?"

"Didn't I say that I read a book? This book is in my book box. I will lend it to you. Please return it to me in a year." Xie Xuan said lightly.

Sikong Changfeng took the book, hesitantly said: "This book...is very precious."

"This is not a book, it's called a secret book. If you spread the news that you have this book in your hand, then hundreds of gunmen will come to grab this secret book from you. I told Xie Xuan, If you can learn the way by yourself and persist for ten days, I will give you this book." Chen Ru said slowly.

"It's a loan." Xie Xuan emphasized it again.

"But this book is so precious, you just lent it to me so casually?" Sikong Changfeng asked.

Xie Xuan patted his bookcase: "Is it valuable? My book is actually much more valuable than this one. For example, Old Master Xun's "Mengxi Miscellaneous Theory", Cao Guanzi's chess record "Immortal Guidance"..." Xie Xuan's tone rarely revealed a bit of complacency.

Sikong Changfeng looked confused: "What are these?"

Chen Ru tapped his forehead with his fingers with some headaches: "The value of books in our academy in front of the mountain may be different from that of people down the mountain. Sikong Changfeng, you can accept the books. Our academy has countless books, and we only give... ..."

Xie Xuan turned his head slightly.

Chen Ru hastily changed his words: "Only lend to those who are destined."

After hesitating for a while, Sikong Changfeng took the book and nodded solemnly: "I have made a note of this kindness, and I will definitely repay it in the future."

Xie Xuan smiled: "The tone is not small."

Sikong Changfeng grinned: "We wandering rivers and lakes, whoever is kind to us, we will give back [-] percent. As for others who treat us badly, then...it's nothing more than normal."

Xie Xuan and Chen Ru looked at each other, and Sikong Changfeng looked down at the book in his hand. He suddenly felt that the rivers and lakes in his heart seemed to be getting closer.

The rivers and lakes that were once untouchable are now in sight!
Apocalypse City is a hundred miles away to the north.

Small town late spring.

Now it is gradually entering winter, but the town is still lush and green in late spring just like its name.

On a thatched hut, a white-haired middle-aged man was lying on the roof basking in the sun.

The smoke from the chimney next to it wafted up, and the smell of food wafted in the small town.

The white-haired man sniffed and opened his eyes: "It smells so good."

A boy came out upstairs: "Sir, come down for dinner."

The white-haired man got up and jumped off the house. He scratched the child's head: "What did you do today?"

"Today we have beggar's chicken, sweet and sour fish, stewed beef with potatoes, braised lion's head..." the child counted with his fingers.

The white-haired man was taken aback: "Why are there so many dishes today?"

The child clapped his hands and smiled: "Mother said she is happy today!"

The white-haired man also laughed, and picked up the little boy: "Just be happy."

A table of good food, for this ordinary peasant household in a small town, can be said to exceed the sumptuousness of the New Year's Eve dinner.The child ate happily, and even secretly glanced at Mr. White-haired and his mother.His mother dressed plainly, but she couldn't hide her beauty, and she had a unique charm at this age.Many men in the small town love his mother, but the only one in Xiaotong's heart who is worthy of his mother is the white-haired gentleman next to him.When my mother was forced to be a concubine by the local gentry in the city, the passing Mr. Baifa subdued them in a few strokes. From then on, Mr. Baifa would come to live with them for a while from time to time.But how could Xiaotong know.

This white-haired gentleman who is always lazy is actually Mr. Li, the number one school in the world.

(End of this chapter)