Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 951

The next day, the day after, and the next day...

The sun rises in the east, the plum trees fly, and the intermittent sound of the piano sounds from the courtyard, like pearls falling on a jade plate, not a melody.

Under the shade of a tall and straight ancient tree, I saw a slender figure sitting in front of the piano case, with crystal-clear red long hair hanging down naturally, against the backdrop of the golden morning light, it seemed a little more unreal and dreamy.

With his right arm resting on the desk, his hand propped his side face, his eyes were half closed, and he gently plucked the strings with his left hand lazily.

Yin Xiaoshen, who was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, poured tea for himself, and looked at the figure sitting in front of the piano table not far away, plucking the strings. He didn't even bother to go through the procedure, and started to gloat:
"I know you are in good health, but I still want to remind you that young people should be temperate."

There are three points of clarity, three points of ridicule, four points of gloating and ninety points of ridicule in the words, and they don't regard themselves as outsiders at all.

He knew very well what his friend's expression meant.

Although a certain chivalrous gentleman is not yet married, it doesn't mean that he doesn't know anything, he knows it at a glance because he often travels around the rivers and lakes.

I don't know how many times that room has been reinforced, tsk.

If you strike with a close-to-god move, there may not even be dust.

When Lin Chongyang heard this, he immediately stopped his movements: "Brother Yin, have you been free recently?"

Looking at the ancient road of Defeng, there are only a few people who have the courage to jump in front of him like this, and Yin Xiaoshen is still among the best.

"Who has our Master Lin idle? I am not idle at all." Yin Xiaoshen retorted quickly.

He has handled a lot of things during this period, and he is basically helping the very gentleman "do chores". After all, Qicheng is not there, and Yun Wanggui, who will take over this matter in the future, will not come back until some time later.

This is not the point.

The point is, if Yun Wanggui came back, Qi Cheng didn't come back.

That person still has to be taken with him first, and the future Si Wei can handle all the affairs proficiently before he can be considered as a teacher. Only in this way can he assist Yu Lijing to completely take over the internal affairs.

With the current situation, it is estimated that Qicheng will not come back for a while.

What's even more outrageous is that he is obviously Jun Fengtian's apprentice, why should he be brought in?Even those who can do more work can't do this.

Lin Chongyang raised his eyes to look at him: "Why do I think you are quite idle?"

"You must have read it wrong. I am obviously very busy."

The gold and silver pupils in the double pupils made Yin Xiaoshen feel his scalp tingling, and the chill quickly rose from his back and reached his forehead.

Should not be!

"Really? I don't believe it."

The person who was able to come over early in the morning to laugh at him actually had the face to say that he was busy, Master Lin firmly refused to believe it.

Whether Xiaru Zunjia is busy or not, he knows better than the person involved.

The person who was stared at him felt guilty: "So, what do you want me to do for you?"

This is not a confession, but a care for his friend.

"It's good to have a junior in the door, please trouble brother Yin to help me take it."

Lin Chongyang, who withdrew his gaze, changed his previous posture, sat upright in front of the desk, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Although Brother Yin's personality may be a bit out of tune, that's because he is quite young in mind, and it is not ambiguous at all to bring up the younger generation.

You don't need to worry about crookedness at all.

"?" Yin Xiao curled her lips when she heard these words: "Shouldn't you go to this matter yourself?"

"The person has been pre-ordered by me to be Mo Qingchi's personal biography."

Master Lin is quite satisfied with Yi Xuanmiao, but that character needs to be honed a little bit, Mo Qingchi is not so easy to talk to.

Since you have to endure hardship sooner or later, it is better to accumulate experience earlier.

Yin Xiao waved his hand deeply: "No, I won't do it. I have to follow the rules. If you want to learn swords, let him come to Haozheng Wudao."

The current Haozheng Wudao is more humane than before. If Yin Xiaoshen sits in the fourth way, then occasionally someone will pass under Jun Fengtian's hand.

can't say...

Just after the first pass, you can directly enter Haozheng Supreme Hall.

"With his current level of swordsmanship, I'm afraid he will be beaten back."

Leaving cultivation base aside, just talking about Yi Xuanmiao's character, standing in front of Jun Fengtian is enough for him to drink a pot, pass the test?
It can only be said that there is everything in the dream.

"That proves that you can't reach home in practice, and you need to continue to work hard."

Yin Xiaoshen took a sip of the tea cup and regained his composure. He would not accept this matter no matter what.

Don't ask, asking is the rule of Haozheng Wudao.

According to the original intention of the construction, they should exist as a backing, but because the previous two directors were too strong, Haozheng Wudao's position can be seen a little bit, and it is not detached at all.

Compared with his friends, Director Xia could even be described as gentle when he was in office.

Seeing that Cheng Lin will take over soon, Shuangmei and Jianru brother both have successors, the general policy in the sect will not change, if it is not for the fear that the boss will be bored in Haozheng Supreme Hall, he also wants to find someone to take over directly retired.

But then again...

A certain Yuru lord seems to be busy after retirement.

Life is not easy, Xiaru sighed.

Lin Chongyang took out an envelope and threw it over: "Then when Brother Yin goes out next time, help me keep an eye on one place."

"Okay, it's easy."

"That would be troublesome."

"The Thrushcross Terrace, the legendary place where the goddess Gushe ascended to immortality." Yin Xiaoshen put down the teacup and opened the letter, looking at the location above, with a slightly subtle expression: "Does my siblings know about this?"

The atmosphere in the courtyard fell into silence following these words.

immediately!

"Brother Yin, how about doing two tricks with me?"

The words have not yet fallen, and the people have disappeared.

"!"

Yin Xiaoshen's heart rang alarm bells, quickly turned over and left the seat, and said at the same time: "You are serious!"

The next moment!
The figure came to him, and a fist hit him, which didn't carry any power, but it made Yin Xiaoshen's scalp tingle.

Should not be!

I saw him quickly improve his movement skills to block, but the effect was negligible.

boom!
Even, the more he resisted, the more fierce the attack came, but it didn't hurt him, but not being injured didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"Well you brat!..."

There was still half a sentence before Yin Xiaoshen had time to say it, and Yin Xiaoshen directly mentioned his skills and ran away on the spot. This brat actually came for real. It seems that he should be more careful next time when teasing him.

Lin Chongyang withdrew his hands and went back to the piano case. At this time, another figure came out of the room, and smiled lightly: "Why did you just start using your hands?"

Just now, Yin Xiaoshen was not considered elegant, he sucked in cold air, and ran away covering his swollen forehead. If the Confucian scholars in the school saw his appearance, it would affect his image of being a gentleman.

"Brother Yin sometimes owes more than Yu Xiaoyao."

The few punches just now had no skill, but were all emotions. Master Lin, who had sat down again, looked indifferent, and pressed his ten fingers on the strings of the piano.

"Ha~"

Ji Wuxia walked behind Lin Chongyang, picked up a strand of red hair, and wrapped it around her fingers to play with.

Immediately, the divine voice reverberated, and the sound of all voices resounded endlessly.

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(End of this chapter)