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At dusk, the sun's rays lazily sprinkled over the Martial House's plaza. The towering pagoda in the courtyard was shining with a golden light, giving off a sense of majesty that could not be infringed upon.

The students in the yard were all aware of their results. They gathered in groups of twos or threes. They were feeling proud and dejected. A match was just a competition, but naturally they would have two different mindsets.

Arguments arose one after another. The students were somewhat sad about their results.

"Sister Hui Hui, where should we go? Elder Mo was well-known for his old-fashioned ways. Perhaps he had a high level of knowledge, but he was lacking in the way he treated people. Furthermore, he had very little discussion about the military leadership. He was a scholar, but not a strategist.

But Old Meng is different, it seems like from my father's generation, he has never accepted a disciple, but his lessons are very interesting, the arguments are unique, and can be used as a storytelling exercise. Furthermore, it is said that he was once the Military Advisor of the late emperor, in terms of strategy alone, there is no one in Martial House who can be his match. "

"This, I can't make a decision, I definitely won't go to the battlefield." Huang Huihui looked at Mu Tu and then slowly expressed her opinion.

Fu Erdai then shifted his gaze onto Mu Tu, who smiled lightly: "Let's go to Old Meng, I am here for the sake of fighting in the army."

As the little kid from the Old Meng walked around the Martial House for a long time, he finally found the Old Meng fishing by the side of a heavenly lake. He was dressed in a long robe, lazily lying on an old rattan chair, casually hugging a fishing rod, and was randomly swimming his legs in the water.

"Oh, oh, I'm coming!" The old man lazily climbed up from the rattan chair, stood up and tidied up his attire, then looked at Mu Tu and the other two. The hedonistic and hedonistic Fu Erdai, the well-mannered Huang Huihui who occasionally revealed an uninteresting face, and the extremely clear eyes of Mu Tu.

The spring was filled with a thirst for knowledge and an open-mindedness for everything, and his appearance, his appearance, his eyes, the bridge of his nose, resembled her!

Old Meng couldn't help but become a little dazed. A pair of murky eyes gradually filled with tears and his eyelashes were uncontrollably wet.

"Child, you've come here, is your name Mu Tu?" Old Meng waved at Mu Tu, and when Mu Tu was walking forward, he quickly grabbed Mu Tu's left hand, and a bit of inner force slowly entered Mu Tu's body.

"Thirteen years old. That's right, it's been thirteen years. We old bastards still haven't died yet." Very quickly, Old Meng let go of Mu Tu's hand and looked around at the children and instructors who were coming and going. Seeing that they seemed to not have noticed the situation over here, his expression gradually turned cold.

"Mu Tu, do you know why I gave you the grade B after you handed in the white paper?" Her voice was cold, but her eyes flickered slightly, as if she was suppressing the burning emotion within the depths of her heart.

"I don't know." Mu Tu bowed, he also looked at Old Meng curiously, waiting for his explanation.

"All three of you have walked the path of money towards Master Fu. It is understandable that you would enter the Martial House to study. Fu Erdai wished to prove himself. Although his scheme was very rough, his argument was novel, and these playboys who have been pretending to be rich all these years have worked hard, I think that Liu Changsheng, that naughty brat, has already extended his claws towards the rich families. Huang Huihui, if you want to write but do not, but do not, instead do not put on airs, what a lousy piece of trash, if not for Old Yellow's sake, I would definitely beat you up today. Go back and tell your mother, it's been so many years, it's about time you came to see me, this old guy. I don't have many years left.

As for Mu Tu, he is the most sensible person, if he does not write he will not write, his judgement on the matter is very accurate, and he has his own concept of right and wrong, this is good, he has his own will, doing things well, is the material for doing great things, in the future, "the Old Meng spoke as he suddenly stopped, and did not continue to comment. Following which, he beckoned to the boy who seemed to be deaf and asked him to clean up two rooms so that the three of them could stay in his yard in the future. After that, he no longer looked at the three of them and laid back on the rattan chair, returning to his lazy appearance from before.

"Go back. Tomorrow, Qing Ming will bring all your luggage here. You won't need to go home in the future." The boy led the three of them out of the courtyard and instructed them.

Not staying for a day, when Gu Mengyan saw Mu Tu, he twisted his butt and quickly climbed onto Mu Tu's body like a sloth, and hung himself on the tree, causing Huang Huihui who was behind to be extremely envious, and at a distance, Qin Lanlan who was staring at Mu Tu, to also have a face full of envy.

Just as he was about to come over to greet them, he saw that they had already parted ways and were heading back home. It was night, and the entire Residence was celebrating, but the Mrs Huang did not come out. It was as if she was afraid to cry again and it disturbed Mu Tu's interest, but the set of clothes she had sewn herself was filled with love.

One night without words