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At the end of summer, the wind is soft, and the chirping birds are listless. The forest in the hidden pavilion is lush, and the huge trees block out the sun.

Xixuan followed him silently, and he had followed him for many years.

Seeing that he possessed martial arts in the first eight years, but he was always as bright as a sword, and he could not bear it. Seeing that his life was like a candle in the next four years, but he showed his sharpness and fangs, and dared to make the whole Beizhao court retreat. No one dared to plunder its edge again.

He and the shadow grew up together with him, from sympathy and pity at the beginning to respect and submission now.

Seeing the people around him being subdued by him slowly, they surrendered voluntarily.

Zhou Qian went from contempt to respect, and Miao Zhiguang followed him thousands of miles from Beizhao to Nanyan.

Even Xie Chenyan was willing to circle around him.

There are more and more people and things he has to be responsible for, but less and less will be left to him.

He didn't dare to live up to his reliance, but he also hoped that he could have what he wanted.

Xixuan stopped and said softly, "My lord."

Shen Menghan stopped before the wind stopped.

Breathing in a slow voice, he said: "Master Painful Master once had acquaintance with Xie Mingzhao, and persuaded him to escape into Buddhism. I would like to teach him the Qingshui formula to help him overcome the demons in his mind. He can also help him recast his meridians with the marrow washing formula and regain his strength. Chaotic inner breath."

The six tactics of Changle Temple are never passed on to outsiders. If you want to practice these six tactics, you must first go to the sect of Changle Temple to receive precepts.Even so, the Dao is hard to come by, and there are many people who have cultivated it all their lives.

He raised his head: "It was already agreed upon, but Xie Mingzhao suddenly went back on his word."

"Then for some reason, Xie Mingzhao slaughtered Changle Temple, and Xie Mingzhao also killed the first teacher and the eleven elders of the other six major sects. The matter was left alone."

Shen Menghan stood there in a daze for a long while before saying in a hoarse voice, "Thank you very much."

After all, Xixuan and Xie Chenyan have a grudge against Xie Chenyan for being slaughtered, and he is willing to speak now, not because of Xie Chenyan.

Xixuan took a deep breath: "It's a pity that Juexuan and I were young at the time, and had never learned the Qingshui Jue and Xisui Jue. Now the teachers are scattered and the roads are far away. I don't know where to find them."

He actually knew that the Nai River Gu was easy to understand, and Shen Menghan forced Xie Chenyan to plant the Nai River Gu because he was afraid that he would be bullied because of his background in the Yin Pavilion.

He himself was in it, so it was hard to notice, he and Juexuan watched coldly, and he had already seen that his son had deep roots in love.

Juexuan fell from the shade of the tree, tapped on one knee and said, "Please come out, subordinate."

Shen Menghan looked at their brothers blankly.

Juexi and Juexuan have always been obedient to their orders, keeping their faces and expressions, and have never taken the initiative to ask for it. This time, the asking for it is not entirely for the sake of thanking Chenyan.

Xi Xuan said softly: "Young master."

The tone is earnest.

They have been refusing to restore their identities, but they are ready to run thousands of miles for him again.

Shen Menghan's eyes were slightly hot, he took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to support Juexuan, and shook it lightly, they have experienced countless dangers together, so there is no need to talk about everything, just slightly nodded and said: "Go."

Qi Mao's head hurts.

He had never seen a strong man practicing martial arts cry like this.

Ah Wu twitched, twisting the hem of his clothes, most of the skirts of his clothes were already wet from crying.

It was as if he had been greatly wronged—and it was indeed very wronged.

Ah Wu hiccupped loudly, choked up and said, "Our young master has never bullied me like this!"

The young master's bullying is all threats.

Xie Chenyan, who was eating supper, sneezed inexplicably.

Shen Menghan put down the book in his hand, and patted him on the back: "No one will grab it with you, slow down."

Qi Maosheng has nothing to love: "It's my fault."

Ah Wu broke down in tears: "I've never been wronged like this when I grow up!"

The grievances are shared with the brothers.

Qi Mao made a small fuss: "Brother, please forgive me."

Ah Wu said: "Ten taels of silver, I will forgive you."

He hid in the rockery, and heard a rough idea, plus what Luo Yong said before, the head of the man in front of him was worth ten taels of gold.

He secretly raised his eyes to look at it, his plain and unremarkable face, he really didn't know where it was worth ten taels of gold, so as soon as he said the words, it was automatically converted into silver taels.

Qi Mao: "..."

He is in Taipinghou's mansion, and the monthly silver is only two coins, and he has to spend it from time to time to find out the news, where did he get so much silver.

Ah Wu is also very worried. They live in the Yin Pavilion. Although they don’t have to worry about food and clothing, it took a few months for the young master to think of sending them a monthly payment. Really short of money.

Qi Mao thought for a moment and said, "I'll write an IOU to Xiongtai, with a three-cent profit. After I earn money, can I pay it back?"

The principal cannot be repaid, and it is still possible to repay the interest occasionally.

Ah Wu thought for a while, made some calculations, and reluctantly agreed.

The two hit it off immediately, and with a swipe of a pen, they signed the first unequal friendly cooperation agreement between Zhixing Palace and Zhaoyuemen in a century.

When Shen Menghan returned to the dormitory, Xie Chenyan was lying on the low couch and playing with the two swords with his fingers hooked.

Seeing Shen Menghan coming back, Xie Chenyan said strangely: "He said that he had feelings for Zhixing Zhaoyue Sword, and I also practiced Zhaoyue Sword, why didn't I feel that I had feelings for my sword."

Shen Menghan pulled him up to sit up and said: "The epee intent of the Weaving Star Sword and the epee edge of the Zhaoyue Sword come from the same source, but it has been a hundred years, and the ones they have practiced are already different."

Xie Chenyan gave him a sideways look, and taught him a lesson: "It's clear and logical, but why don't you want to practice kung fu yourself?"

Shen Menghan was dumb.

Because Qi Mao took advantage of this incident, Ah Wu inevitably paid more attention when passing by the punishment hall. He naturally noticed that in recent days, the food sent to the punishment hall was much more than usual, and he was puzzled. Then he chatted with the cook: "Have any new guests come to the pavilion recently?"

The cook didn't know why: "It should be a guest from the Southwest, and the taste of cooking recently is all Southwest style."

While unpacking the returned food box, she yelled: "Huh? This guest is amazing, such an exquisite belt is used to bind the food box."

She held it up to the sunlight and said, "It looks like a belt."

Ah Wu’s eyes were finally focused under the dark kitchen, and his heart was clenched immediately. He snatched the long belt from the cook’s hand, pinched it in her hand to confirm repeatedly, and her heart sank more and more: he will not be wrong. Recognized, it is the belt worn by their sect masters:

The black satin bottom is embroidered with osmanthus jade rabbit looking at the moon pattern, and the broken jade decorations are pebble jade from the river in Cangxi Valley, their hometown. They are carefully selected, and each piece is the same size. When pinched in the hand, it has the unique water head of water jade. Not too creamy texture.There is absolutely no other place.

Xie Chenyan was born to be casual, they followed him for so long, but they never saw him wearing the costume of the master of the sect, after repeated questioning, Xie Chenyan was embarrassed to say that he was given away by him - or given to the girl's house.

Ah Wu's hands trembled slightly: such a private thing as a belt, this must be...the wife of their sect master!

How did you get caught in the hidden pavilion? !

Ah Wu carefully put away the belt.

The cook said anxiously: "Hey! This is going to be returned!"

A layer of sweat broke out in Ah Wu's palms, and he carefully rubbed against the hem of his clothes, then he calmed down and said, "I know it, I'll pay it back."

Something happened.

On the days when the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus gradually filled the courtyard, Shen Menghan obviously began to lose energy. The pain of bone erosion was unbearable, but he was haggard but could not hide it from the people who lived with him day and night. The injury is not healed yet."

The warm pavilion has been set up, the partition screens have been removed, and the curtains and roof tiles have been replaced. In late autumn, the land is high and wide, but there is a trace of darkness here for no reason.

Shen Menghan leaned on the couch, had already rolled up the long blanket and said: "No, it's just a change of season, don't worry."

Xie Chenyan said sensitively, "Don't tell me you have to go to sleep every year at this time?"

At this time last year, he was unconscious for a whole month, unexpectedly Xie Chenyan would remember it in his heart.

Shen Menghan laughed: "No, I'm just a little tired."

The closer it is to Mid-Autumn Festival, the more difficult life is, but Shen Menghan doesn't want Xie Chenyan to accompany him to worry.

Xie Chenyan likes his lively appearance, and he also likes his lively and prosperous life.

But he was ill, Xie Chenyan had no time to care about flowers, plants, trees and the rotation of seasons.

When the cook brought the medicinal food again, Xie Chenyan was too sensible to drink it for him.

Shen Menghan didn't have much appetite in the first place, and Xie Chenyan watched closely, so he was tossed by the medicinal diet every day so that his stomach felt nauseous.

Fortunately, Xie Chenyan always looks sweet when eating, he wants to eat, but also forces Shen Menghan to eat, and he has learned how to bargain: "If you don't want to eat meat, you can always drink soup."

My stomach is full of soup and medicine, I really don't want to drink any more, Shen Menghan sighed: "I just want to drink some water."

Xie Chenyan persisted: "You always want tea?"

Shen Menghan nodded helplessly.

The tea was delivered quickly, and it was three times bigger than the usual teacup for no reason. Shen Menghan lifted the lid of the tea and looked down at the cup: red dates and goji berries, white lotus seeds, yellow chrysanthemums, and a few stalks floating underneath. timid tea.

He lowered his head and took a sip. No rock sugar was added, and the sweetness was missing, and the tip of his tongue, which drank too much soup, felt a bit of bitter sweetness.

He swallowed a wolfberry, raised his head and smiled at Xie Chenyan.

Xie Chenyan blushed a little when he saw it, and muttered in a low voice: "Actually, the medicine...isn't that bad, right?"

Xie Chenyan accompanies Shen Menghan in the dormitory every day, no longer wandering around, Ah Wu is running around in a hurry outside, this is the future wife of the sect master, how can she be locked in the torture room all the time!

At night, Xie Chenyan was startled by a burst of panting, hurried to lift the bed curtain, Shen Menghan managed to raise his eyes, and said softly: "Woke you up?"

The thin neck was covered with fine cold sweat, I don't know how long he endured it, and how painful it must be to make such an inaudible moan.

Xie Chenyan leaned against the side of the couch silently, reached under the heavy brocade quilt and squeezed his cold fingers.

He was still too hot under the thin silk quilt, and the couch was full of beautiful clothes, but it was wrapped in a beautiful woman who could never keep warm.

Just as Shen Menghan was about to say words to comfort him, a vast and deep zhenqi penetrated from the acupoints all over his body, like a pool of deep water, overwhelmingly gentle, drowning him.

Limbs and limbs are like soaking in hot springs, like falling into the deep sea, lazily unable to lift a sliver of strength, with the distant fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, unconsciously, gradually sinking into sleep, and got the first good sleep after autumn.

Shen Menghan's dormitory is protected by well-arranged buildings and pavilions in the middle of the hidden pavilion. The hidden pavilion is hidden in Baixia, and Baixia Town is hidden outside Jinling City.

The flames of war are burning in the southwest; the warships of the two countries on the Yangtze River face each other majestically;

In such a big palace, there are only two of them depend on each other for life, cuddling up here to share the warmth.