After crossing, I suppressed the shadow guard who wanted to kill me

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When Su Qi found Jing Ling, he saw him sitting cross-legged on a branch with his back straight, staring into the distance in a daze.Su Qi's feet were light with luck, and he tapped on the branch several times to borrow strength, and finally landed lightly behind Jing Ling, as if there was no weight, and the branch did not tremble at all.

Speaking of which, he brought Jing Lingzhi to this place.The big tree behind is lush and green, pointing directly at the blue sky.Standing at the height of the tree, you can have a wide view and a panoramic view of the distant scenery.Under the clear sky, the blue waves are rippling, except for the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves, there are no other superfluous sounds.

"You're here." Jing Lingzhi said.He obviously didn't look back, but he knew the scene behind him like the back of his hand, so it wasn't surprising that Su Qi came back to look for him.

"Yeah." Su Qi responded, "Ying San reported that you almost attacked the Lord at noon."

Jing Lingzhi didn't speak, it was a tacit consent.

Su Qi frowned: "You have been a little abnormal these days. If you disobeyed the Lord or even betrayed him, I might still believe it if someone else came, but you are definitely not such a person. Not to mention doing something against the Lord." At the time it was him Bringing people to the punishment hall, he was the one who passed the punishments according to the regulations.But he also believed in the person he brought out by himself, and believed that he would never make mistakes of principle.He looked at his proud disciple and asked, "What happened?"

"Master." Jing Lingzhi turned to look at the man in black behind him.It has been more than ten years since I became a teacher at the age of 15.Thanks to the protection of internal strength, and the fact that Hengjiao has always been clear about rewards and punishments, and is not too harsh, Su Qi is now forty and seven, and he still looks black-haired.Only the slight wrinkles at the corners of the eyes tell others that he is no longer young. "The disciple is unfilial, and the master is worried." As for Su Qi's question, he kept his mouth shut.The matter is of great importance, and before the ins and outs are clear, it is really inappropriate for more people to know.

His disciples know it themselves.As soon as Jing Ling opened his mouth, Su Qi knew that he couldn't ask anything: "Although the lord spared you from the crimes you committed, if you continue like this, sooner or later you will be disgusted by the lord. You will be killed."

"Disciple knows." Jing Lingzhi clasped his fists and bowed in salute, "Master will not be hurt."

"You know I don't mean that." Su Qi helped him up, "Will what you do be harmful to Hengjiao? Will it be harmful to the Lord? Will it be contrary to your own beliefs?"

"Never." Jing Lingzhi answered firmly.

"Then do it." Su Qi looked directly into his disciple's eyes, "Indecisiveness will only harm others and yourself. The Lord is not a strict person, as long as I don't touch the bottom line, even though I am not talented, I still have a point in front of the Lord. Thin noodles." Su Qi paused for a moment, then continued: "But if you hurt the Lord, I won't be the first to get around you."

"Disciple understands." Jing Lingzhi had no guilt in his heart, and looked back openly.

"It's good to understand." The purpose of this trip is achieved, Su Qi should be ready to leave, "Since the lord ordered you to rest, you don't have to go back in a hurry. The left and right lords are guarded by Yinger and the others. Nothing big will happen. Let's go back tomorrow." It's not too late to go." After saying that, he left as silently as when he came.

"Disciple respectfully sends Master off." Jing Lingzhi held on to the disciple's salute until Su Qi walked away.

Sitting back on the branch again, after thinking about it, he changed to a more comfortable position, leaning his body back on the branch, swinging his legs randomly in mid-air, and resting his hands under the back of his head.The dappled sunlight falls on the body through layers of leaves, creating a warm feeling.

Jing Lingzhi remembered the words of the man he had seen before.

There is still a difference with the director.

The master's calligraphy has been mastered and sharp, but although Su Hongyu's calligraphy is roughly the same as the master's, some places are over-inked, and the turning points of the strokes are still a little rusty, and the lines between the lines are much more gentle.

The word is like its person.

One person is like the pines and cypresses on the top of the falling snow mountain, cold and resolute, and the other person is like the picturesque river in the south of the Yangtze River, soft and restrained.Under the same face are two very different people.

As for the question of why the handwriting of two people who are obviously different is so similar, Jing Lingzhi, who was thinking about it, suddenly remembered the book "Sword from Hengshan".In the end, after several twists and turns, the princess and the swordsman discovered that they fell in love with each other in the previous life by chance, but their parents refused to allow them to escape privately. They agreed to continue in the next life, and then they both died in love.

Past and present, past and present...

The leaves that came from nowhere fluttered before his eyes and landed on him.

Picking up the leaf and throwing it out again with some internal force, Jing Lingzhi let out a laugh.He had never heard of these stories and never paid attention to them.I don't know why I thought about it for so long today.If the shadow guards under him knew, they might be laughed to death.

Before I knew it, it was almost evening, and it was time to go back.

On Su Hongyu's side, after blowing Jing Lingzhi away, he completely lost the mood to practice calligraphy.He could probably guess what was wrong with his own handwriting, but he was a little angry and didn't want to think about it. He even felt a little wronged. In the end, he felt that there was no reason for his wrongedness.After tidying up, Su Hongyu decided to put these worries aside in advance, and asking the Lord directly tomorrow is much better than thinking about it himself.

And, he's hungry.

Eat first, then sleep, and read a book in the afternoon to relax.In this era without mobile phones, computers and the Internet, even entertainment is very poor.In addition to cultivating internal strength, the original owner practiced moves, and then cultivated his sentiments through reading.Although Su Hongyu is an expensive university professor, it is a pity that he is a science major, and his English is better than ancient Chinese.Most of the knowledge of classical Chinese has been returned to the teacher. Even with the blessing of the original owner's memory, what should be incomprehensible is still incomprehensible. The only thing that can be read is the "Sword from Hengshan".

Even so, things don't always go as planned.Just as Su Hongyu was sitting on a stone bench under a tree with a book in his hand, an old man with a white beard in plain clothes hurried in, carrying a medicine box on his back. His eyes lit up when he saw him, and he walked up to him with a breeze .

This person is Yi Yuan, the owner of the Medicine Pavilion, a good friend of the original owner's father.

Su Hongyu put down his book and gave a junior salute: "I have met Yi Bo."

"I said earlier that I don't need to be so polite with Uncle." Yi Yuan waved his hands repeatedly.

"You are an elder, so the etiquette cannot be discarded." Su Hongyu insisted on finishing the ceremony, and then called Yi Yuan to sit down.

A servant has already served the brewed tea.

"Can Uncle Yi get something from going down the mountain this time?" Su Hongyu just sat down and saw the books that were spread out on the table earlier, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"I have collected a few medicinal herbs, but they are too young to be effective enough." Yi Yuan took a sip of tea to moisten his lips, "I wanted to go further, but when I received Xiaozhi's letter from Feige on the way, I hurried away came back."

That's right, the old man couldn't hide the fact that the original owner lost his temper and passed out no matter what: "I disturbed Uncle Yi, isn't it the younger generation?"

"Where did you come from? Find a quiet place and I'll check your pulse. Although Xiaozhi has high talent, she still lacks experience. Going crazy is a big deal, so be careful."

"Few people go to the study, so it's fairly quiet."

"Then let's go." After finishing speaking, Yi Yuan took the lead and walked ahead in a hurry.

Yi Yuan often comes to this place and is very familiar with it.

It's hard to turn down the hospitality, so Su Hongyu had no choice but to keep up.

When he arrived at the study, Yi Yuan opened the medicine box he carried with him, and took out the cloth pillow for pulse diagnosis.

Diagnosing the pulse requires concentration, so Su Hongyu naturally didn't dare to disturb him.

After a long time, Yi Yuan let go of his hand, with a smile on his face: "It seems that Yi Zhi's medical skills have improved a lot. Your internal injuries have healed a lot, and the rest can be taken care of slowly. Speaking of which," Yi Yuan After looking up and down a few times, he continued, "Hongyu has changed a lot."

! !

Su Hongyu thumped in his heart, with a little doubt on his face: "This junior doesn't feel anything."

"The breath is indeed softer than usual." Yi Yuan took a few more glances and nodded affirmatively, "Maybe it's because of the damaged internal force?"

"Maybe." Su Hongyu nodded thoughtfully in agreement.

The most important thing was settled, and Yi Yuan obviously relaxed a lot. While writing down the prescription slowly, he teased: "I saw a book of stories on the table earlier."

! !

This is a wave of ups and downs.

Not knowing how to explain it, Su Hongyu simply put on a dignified look, pretending that it was not a storybook but a collection of poems, and read it rationally.

Seeing his reaction, the corner of Yi Yuan's mouth curled down, revealing the regret that the scheme failed: "The bigger Hongyu is, the more difficult it is to be funny. Obviously he would blush when he was young."

"Uncle Yi!" Su Hongyu raised his voice and shouted.

"Hahaha, it's okay, let's stop teasing. Since you're fine, I should go down the mountain too."

"Isn't Yi Bo resting for a few more days?"

"No, I just got a clue of century-old ginseng not long ago. If I don't go there soon, I will miss it. I will go down the mountain tomorrow."

"Then you should go to bed early, so that this junior won't be in trouble." After speaking, Su Hongyu called Ying Liu who was on duty and ordered him to escort Yi Yuan back to the Medicine Pavilion.

Half a foot out of the room, Yi Yuan seemed to suddenly think of something, turned around and said: "Hongyu, if you really have a sweetheart, you have to tell Yi Bo as soon as possible, Yi Bo is ready to prepare a big gift. With Yi Bo here, I will take care of you. Hug two for three years."

This is like the scene of being urged to marry by parents in modern times. I didn't expect to be able to avoid it even after time travel.Su Hongyu clasped his fists and bowed to salute with a sullen face: "Thank you, Bo Yi, for your concern. This junior is obsessed with martial arts, and has no plans to get married at the moment."

"There is no delay in learning martial arts and getting married. If you don't do it, the good girl will belong to someone else."

"Eber"

"Okay, okay, Yi Bo is really gone this time, remember to take the medicine on time, and I will let Ling Zhi watch over you. Take good care of your body."

"Your junior has made a note. Yi Bo walk slowly."

After sending off the enthusiastic elder who was hard to resist, Su Hongyu wiped his sweat in his heart, took out the "Sword from Hengshan" hidden on his body, walked around the study room twice, and finally selected a row of travel essays on the bookshelf. The book that got into trouble was sandwiched inside, and it was carefully sorted out to make sure it couldn't be seen from the outside.

After finishing these, Su Hongyu couldn't help itching when he saw the Four Treasures of the Study on the table. He sat in front of the table and continued to copy the Three Character Classic one stroke at a time.

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