Chapter 34

After Ling Yun went back, the old man saw the woman behind him at a glance. He immediately beamed and said with a smile, "are you back? It's good to bring someone back. "

Ling Yun had nothing to say to the old man. He turned to Caiwei and said, "you can have some tea here first. I'll find some new bedding for you."

Caiwei wants to talk but stops. She blushes and lowers her head.

He sat cross legged on the roof of the house. The reason why the teacher came here this time was for the exotic treasure on the sea. Most of them didn't know what it was, but their teachers really knew it very well.

The annals of Kyushu are called jiuqiu. Qiu, Juye. All the things in Kyushu, born of the land and suitable for the customs, are gathered in this book.

Kyushu is one of the states in the world. Xixuan is one of the states in the world. The world of Taigu is boundless. It's Kyushu!

This time, according to my teacher's deduction, Yibao was jiuqiu, the physical geography of Kyushu, written by the emperor of that year.

Why did the teacher take such a fancy to the nine hills? That is, no matter in heaven or in the world, the war is going on all over the country. It is absolutely impossible for him to control the nine hills in other people's hands, whether we trace the origin or retreat.

The friars in Kyushu are not really liked. They are selfish and heartless.

The old man just glanced at Caiwei and didn't say much, "little girl, what do you think of Lingyun?"

"Young master Ling is intelligent and talented. Naturally he is very good." Caiwei answers gently.

The old man laughed. No matter it was polite or not, it was pleasant to hear. Although Ling Yun didn't know much about it, he could still use what he read. That was good. He didn't read for nothing.

He's a good boy.

Ling Yun made the bed quickly and went to the kitchen after he finished. If he still can't guess the identity of the old man and the young man with white hair, he is a fool.

It's a good thing to have a good relationship. My husband has said that it's not like other people's understanding that a gentleman is far away from cooking. A gentleman shouldn't be near the kitchen. It's all done by people with no ambition. Instead, he said that a gentleman should stay away from killing evil and have the heart of benevolence.

Moreover, Ling Yun himself likes to cook, ordinary things, can see valuable, what he expects is just a family reunion, eat together, father and mother are here, brother and adoptive father and mother are also here, this is what he expects, not necessarily to do many things, plain life is actually very good.

Ling Yun goes to cook, and the old man chats with grass root and Caiwei. He Zhang brings grass root's mother over, "mother?" Grass roots immediately eyes red, rushed to the arms of Cuihua, Cuihua is also sobbing.

Ling Yun came out of the kitchen with an apron. Now he is stewing meat. He still has some time. He said with a smile, "it's time for dinner. Let's have a meal together."

He had eaten before, but since childhood, he had never had dinner with so many people at home. He was very happy and heartfelt.

"Well, I heard from the grassroots mother on the way that the craftsmanship of young master Ling is very good. It's better to come early than to come by chance." He took another look at the old man and bowed slightly. He had seen him.

"Grassroots, make some tea." Ling Yun shouts, seeing the reunion of mother and son, he is also very happy and envious.

Caiwei is the first time to see Ling Yun dressed like this. Compared with the dusty young man who played sword and sang in Qiuhua garden at the beginning, Ling Yun now looks closer to people. He is not the young man who has a deep strategy to stir up the storm in big fish, but a man from an ordinary family.

Grassroots rushed to Lingyun's feet, "thank you, thank you!" He was about to kowtow, but Ling Yun stopped him. "I usually teach you to read, but I don't have a long memory. There are so many people at home, and I don't know how to be polite?"

He has no intention to blame grassroots. If he is grassroots, maybe he is more than grassroots. He winks at Cuihua. Cuihua wants to say nothing, but Lingyun goes back to the kitchen.

When he Zhang saw Caiwei, he said with a smile, "Lingyun has done a good job. How long has it taken to abduct our girl Caiwei?"

The old man blew his beard and said with a smile, "Hey, of course, of course." It's like his credit.

The young man with white hair sits on the roof of the house and quietly looks at the kitchen smoke. Compared with Ling Yun, he is really much older. Ling Yun is a child in his eyes. He once had such a child and was so sensible. Later, he died.

It's hard for ghost Valley to end well.

"But it's good to be young." He seems to think of something happy, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, this is the smile.

The dishes are very common, which is much worse than those full-time cooks, but the taste is excellent. Ling Yun took out several jars of wine from the wine pot and said to Cuihua standing on one side, "come and eat together. Nothing happened."

He really doesn't mind.

The old man is sitting in the upper position. Ling Yun is carried by him on his left and the young man with white hair on his right. The old man looks very happy today. He Zhang's face changes a little. The military adviser of King Ling's mansion is also a ghost valley. It's no secret. He only knows the identity of the old man from where he is at ease. Anyway, he has a very high status.

As for the young man with white hair, he knows very well that ghost Valley is the eighth disciple in the same vein and has great strength. Then the old man's identity can be determined. He Zhang is calm on the surface, but he is shocked in the heart. Ling Yun first has that gentleman as his husband, and then he is liked by him. His future is limitless.

The old man ate carefully and ate slowly. He would try every dish first, and then praise him. Ling Yun drank a lot of wine before, but now he can't eat much. He just kept laughing, gentle and naive.

This table does not involve any intrigue. Grass roots eat very little. From time to time, they look at Ling Yun. Ling Yun smiles back at him. He has no intention of blaming grass roots. He wants grass roots to be happy, as if it is contrary to his expectation now. Every man has his own destiny, and he doesn't want to impose more restrictions.

After dinner, the old man burped and sat outside drinking tea and enjoying the moon. The young man with white hair sat beside him. He hadn't seen the teacher so happy for a long time. The last time he was so happy, when the younger martial brother just started, he quietly accompanied the old man and looked at the distance. There were also elder martial brothers in the distance. I don't know how they are now.

Ling Yun picked up the dishes and chopsticks, indicating that Cuihua didn't need to help, "I'm not a person who can live a good life. I'll come by myself. You can talk more with the grass roots."

Caiwei wants to help, but Ling Yun refuses, "those hands are my cash cow in the future. I can't bear them."

Caiwei smiles. If Lingyun is joking, she will not take it to her heart. She just thinks that the people in this room are strange. She has been in the brothel for a long time, and naturally observes her words and looks. The white haired young man and the old man are of the same school, and Lord he Zhang is of the same school. She looks at the eyes of the master and apprentice in awe. The grass-roots mother and son have the lowest sense of existence and more guilt.

After all this, the old man turned to Ling Yun and said, "have you ever seen the sea

"No Ling Yun said with a smile.

The old man nodded. Ling Yun had already experienced the feeling of traveling in the wind before he turned into a dragon in his life. The most difficult side of Nanye Prefecture was the boundless sea. "Look at it carefully."

The old man said with a smile.

Young people with white hair walk on the sea like walking on the ground. Black spots gradually appear in the far sky around them. There are friars from the five realms coming against the wind. Suddenly, there is a slight "sonorous" sound from heaven and earth, such as the stung of February 12. Young people with white hair have a slight scabbard in their hands, but they are full of sword spirit.

Take him as the center to present the square wave, sweeping the sky!

He looks so small, but his back is so big, as if he can hold up the whole world. The old man smiles and says to Ling Yun, "how about it?"

"Sword?"

"People."

"The weight of sword Qi can crush the sky." Ling Yun exclaimed.

The old man nodded with a smile. He had two disciples, one is Epee, the other is Epee skill. The Epee skill is not as good as the Epee skill, but the Epee skill is as good as the Epee skill. The Epee skill is not as good as the Epee skill, and the sword spirit soars to the sky.

There is only one person in the world. The sword spirit is unparalleled, and the sword spirit soars to the sky.

At the end of the sea, there is a bright moon rising. Young people with white hair ascend slowly, like the bright moon. Those who come and go are just like stars, like dust, insignificant!

"Sonorous!"

The sword comes out of its sheath, and the side of the sword God is serrated. It radiates strange and evil light. Xie Junhao, the great sword immortal in Kyushu, is a half step preacher!

He stands alone in the high altitude, long sword slants to point, one hand carries!

"Xie Junhao!"

Some people were shocked at first, and then a chill came. Xie Junhao, the great sword immortal, turned his eyes and glanced at the speaker. The sword vibrated gently. There was an old man riding a donkey in the East. He was very helpless. Before he got to the school, he was sent back by the master. But he was not the only one who worked hard. He was the saint who taught the master of legalism, Isn't it the most troubling? Why don't you ask him to come?

Mr. Meng patted the donkey's head. Naturally, he was clear about the strange treasure on the sea. However, he didn't have any idea of what the nine hills belonged to. The better things are, the better people can play a better role. In the past, the nine states in the world were boundless and boundless, and it was not easy to find them.

In fact, it is the same thing for the old man to get it and the Confucianists to get it. There are nine schools of thought, namely, Confucianism, Taoism, Yin Yang school, political strategist, famous scholar, Mohist school, Legalist school, miscellaneous school, nine schools of the peasant family, and the three religions to interpret Confucianism and Taoism.

And more than half of these nine families conspire for the well-being of the world.

The old man on the donkey laughed and looked at the dazzling sword immortals in the sky. Sword immortals and sword immortals are all immortals. One cultivates immortals and the other cultivates immortals. There is no big difference between them.

He saw his favorite disciple and the people around him. He twisted his beard with a smile and thought that it would be better to see him in the past. He thought a little, but he stopped. He was so smart that he appeared. If he knew his identity, it would not be a good thing. He would not see him.

But it's said that the boy has done a lot of good deeds recently. He has a heavy heart, but he can restrain himself. This is also a good thing. It's not a big problem whether he can see it or not.

The old man beside Ling Yun showed a look of sarcasm. He dare not see it and dare to be called Yasheng.

But he didn't say anything. He brought Ling Yun here to give him a big gift. As for the time when he would be as humble as a mole ant, it was his own business.

The young man with white hair, named Xie Junhao, had a sword on his chest. "I want a different treasure."

"If you're not convinced, just grab it."

As soon as his voice fell, the sea rose, the moon was bright, and there was cold light flowing in the sword body, like the river in the sky. Xie Junhao touched the sword body and lightly waved a sword, but it was like a thousand swords. The weight of the sword and the amount of the sword Qi were unimaginable!

But he is not aimed at one person, but at all the people present!

Xie Junhao, the great sword immortal, never cares how many enemies there are!

"The sword is the master of cutting, the most powerful and the most powerful," the old man explained to Ling Yun, "but the key of sword is to strike hard. The sword is intended to win money with weakness. The sword can be divided into high and low, and the skill can determine life and death. His sword skill is extremely high, and the sword will be divided into life and death."

"But there are many people on the other side." Ling Yun said softly.

The old man laughed and thought of a boy he had met not long ago. It was very interesting to talk about him. When he saw Xie Junhao's sword, the more enemies he had, the better he would be. The faster the sword, the stronger the killing power. At that time, he asked the boy, how about Xie Junhao's sword?

The miscellaneous boy with the surname of Chen thought for a long time and said, "it's endless. His swordsmanship is very high, but he can fight against the immortal. That's what he can do with anyone. Some people are dead, others are alive. Why don't you give him a loud slogan?"

"Oh? Tell me about it. " The old man said with a smile.

With a mysterious smile, the boy surnamed Chen said, "ghost Valley is open in five directions. The more you are, the more hi i am."

The old man stroked his beard and laughed. To this day, he still remembers the expression of his cold disciple with a black face, which is more rare than his swordsmanship!