Mr. Gao Leng is a dragon

Everyone looked at the river in surprise.

The riverbed on Weicheng's side is actually on the same level as the river in the next county.

The lack of water in this section of Weicheng is actually caused by the high river bed?

Zeng Xuliang shook his head violently: "Impossible, my father will organize river dredging every winter, not only the section of Weicheng, but the entire section of the Weishui River flowing through Hanzhou. The riverbed cannot be so much higher."

He also ordered the servants to say, "Let people go down and check to see how big the difference is between the river beds on both sides?"

The servants of Zeng's family quickly took off their clothes and shoes, ready to go into the water.

Hei Lin said coldly: "Why bother?"

After he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves, only to hear the sound of "crashing" and the river at the junction suddenly set off a wave. The wave became higher and higher, and finally reached a height of several feet.

Everyone stared at Na Lang dumbfoundedly, and then at Hei Lin.

Expert!

Below the waves is the dark riverbed in the next county.

The river bed was actually a full foot lower than that of Weicheng. Not only that, but the junction was as neat as a well-built earth wall, and it was not affected by the erosion of the river in the neighboring county at all.

The river water gradually fell, and the river surface slowly returned to calm.

Everyone talked about it: "It's weird, Mr. Zhizhou organizes dredging every year, and we can all see it. The riverbed is obviously flat. Even if there is a drop, it is slowly sloping. It will always be like this... ..."

Zeng Xuliang turned to Hei Lin, cupped his hands and asked, "Hei Daochang, can you see any abnormalities?"

But the devil is causing trouble?

Hei Lin didn't answer him, but asked Qiu Shi in a low voice: "What do you think?"

Qiushi turned sideways and looked up at Hei Lin: "Master Patriarch, I feel that the riverbed in Weicheng... seems to have been raised as a whole, or the riverbed in the neighboring county has been lowered as a whole."

Hei Lin patted his head, smiled lightly and nodded: "Qiu Shi is right."

These words made Qiushi blush.

For such an obvious thing, the patriarch actually praised him?

The head of the underworld ignored him, and Zeng Xuliang was naturally uncomfortable, but he didn't care about it, and cupped his hands and said, "Head of the underworld, let's go back to the state capital first. Whether the river bed is rising or falling, the state government will naturally record it."

Hei Lin nodded, took the reins of the horse and turned around and ran back. He didn't stop at the place where the carriage stopped, and continued to run forward, until he ran to a section of delta before stopping.

There is still no water here, but Hei Lin stared at the small island in the continent and sneered.

Zeng Xuliang hurriedly asked: "Headmaster, do you have a vision?"

Hei Lin still ignored him, turned his horse's head, and said coldly: "Let's go to the city first, Qiu Shi is tired."

Qiu Shi: "..."

Patriarch, he is not tired!

Sitting in a carriage with cushions and covers, riding a horse with the patriarch hugging him, he is really not tired!

Since the patriarch said that the younger brother is tired, he must be tired. Fat San hurriedly said: "The sun has set in the west, after running for a day, it's time to find an inn to rest."

Zeng Xuliang smiled and said: "When we arrive in Weicheng, how can we let the underworld stay in the hotel for a long time? Naturally, they want to stay in Zhizhou Prefecture."

He also ordered the servants: "Go back to the house quickly, prepare the wing room, and prepare fragrant soup and hot rice."

But Hei Lin refused: "No, I don't like dealing with officials."

trouble!

Zeng Xuliang: "..."

The head of the underworld is too straightforward.

Why!Forget it, tall people have tempers.

But when he entered the city, Fat San found many inns, all of which were full of people, leaving only Datong shop.

But why would Heilin live in a smelly Datong shop?

Even if he could bear the stench, how could he be willing to let Qiushi suffer so much?

Zeng Xuliang hurriedly said: "Headmaster, there is still a small courtyard in Xia's house, which is far away from the main courtyard of Xia's parents, and it is very clean. The population in Xia's house is simple, only parents, wife and children, no one else..."

Hei Lin glanced at Qiushi, and nodded when he saw that his long black hair was stained with dust.

Zeng Xuliang was overjoyed immediately, and quickly led them to Zhizhou Mansion.

Knowing that Hei Lin didn't like officialdom, he entered the mansion through the corner gate, and passed through a moon gate, which was the small courtyard.

The small courtyard is indeed quiet, without any noise.

There are many red plum trees planted in the courtyard, which are blooming beautifully.

Although there is no snow, there is no stunning red in the white snow, but it does not have the vibrant beauty of spring.

Walking all the way from Liangcheng, the trees are withered, the dust is flying, and lifeless, but this red plum...is quite full of spring.

When Qiushi saw her, the worries in her heart suddenly disappeared.

After taking a bath, he put on his robe and went to admire the plum blossoms in the yard.

After looking at it for a long time, I couldn't help sighing: "It would be perfect if it snowed."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw heavy snow falling in the sky, and after a while, a thin layer fell on the trees on the ground.

Fat San walked across the courtyard gate with the food in his hand, and when he saw the snow in the courtyard, he paused, and quickly turned his head to look outside the courtyard.

no snow.

But why is it snowing in the yard?Or goose feather heavy snow?

Suddenly, the yard soon became a vast expanse of whiteness.

A slender black figure walked towards the red plum tree.

It's the grandfather.

I saw the patriarch stopped and looked at somewhere under the tree...

Only then did Fat San see the junior brother in white robes under the tree.

He immediately understood.

In all likelihood, the snow was laid by the patriarch for the younger brother.

Fat San hurriedly exited the yard and slipped away.

See no evil, such a beautiful scenery, he should hurry up!

Qiu Shi didn't know that only the yard was snowing, and he was circling in circles in amazement: "Patriarch, look, it's snowing."

"so beautiful!"

There are lanterns hanging under the eaves, and the yellow lights illuminate the white snow, red flowers, people who are more beautiful than flowers...

This time is indeed a beautiful scene.

Hei Lin approached Qiu Shi, put the fur robe on him, and said with a light smile, "You like snow?"

Qiu Shi looked up at Hei Lin, with a smile all over his face: "I just remembered that when I was a child, my mother's yard looked like this in winter. It was so beautiful with red plums and white snow."

Hei Lin helped him fasten the belt of the fur robe, held his hand and said, "Is it cold?"

"It's not cold." Qiu Shi shook his head and smiled, and raised his hand to touch the snow on the branches: "Every winter when it snows, my mother will collect the snow from the flowers to make tea. The water has a scent of flowers, disciple I like it. My mother also uses red plum petals to make cakes..."

He suddenly stopped talking, and his mood became depressed.

Hei Lin asked softly, "In a bad mood?"

Qiushi nodded: "I miss my mother."

Hei Lin's big and slender hands with well-defined joints tightly wrapped his slender hands, and said with a light smile, "It's okay, I will take Qiushi home to see my mother after the matter in Weicheng is finished."

Qiu Shi's eyes turned red in an instant: "But my mother... she is gone, she was taken by the Qin family..."

Seeing him dripping and crying again, Hei Lin's heart ached, he pulled him into his arms, hugged him gently, stroked his hair and said in a low voice: "Then I will kill the Qin family and replace Qiu Let it out, okay?"

Qiu Shi wiped away tears, looked up at Hei Lin: "Master Patriarch, this disciple wants to avenge himself."

"Okay!" Hei Lin stretched out his slender and fair index finger to help him wipe away the crystal tears from the corners of his eyes: "Qiu Shi revenge himself."

Speaking of revenge, Qiu Shi hurriedly said: "Master Patriarch, this disciple has to practice swords."

The cultivation base cannot be improved quickly for the time being, but the swordsmanship can.

Hei Lin held him down and took off his fur robe: "Just practice in the yard."

"Okay!" Qiu Shi pulled Cheng Jiao out of the Qiankun bag.

I used to practice swords with light and shadow in the inn, but I haven't tried it outside in the open.

He just pulled out his sword, and suddenly a light and shadow jumped out of the white snow.

Qiu Shi quickly raised his sword to meet him.

This time it was the third light and shadow that came up, and then the fourth. When he entered the state, the fifth light and shadow that he failed to pass last time swung his sword and rushed at him.

One person, one shadow, you come and go, fighting fiercely, every time Qiushi loses the wind, the voice of the patriarch will sound in his head, teaching him how to swing a sword, how to attack, and how to defend.

If you lose, quit and start over.

In the remote courtyard of Zhizhou government office, a young man in white robes is waving a long black sword, practicing sword in the snow that is fluttering with goose feathers.

The body is light, and the movements are like flowing water.

The black-robed man at the side, tall and tall, with a handsome face, nodded to the young man from time to time, with a slight smile in his eyes.

They moved and remained still, one was white and the other was black, in this snowy sky, they were surprisingly harmonious and beautiful.

A yellow-brown weasel was lying on the beam of the eaves, watching its master practice sword with a smile.

The posture of the master practicing the sword is really beautiful.

I don't know how many times I tried, but relying on the advice of the patriarch, Qiushi actually passed the fifth level and learned the fifth style of swordsmanship.

He was suddenly overjoyed, and panting, he hugged Hei Lin's arm: "Master Patriarch, this disciple has passed another test, and this disciple has learned another style."

Hei Lin raised his hand to brush the snow off his hair, and smiled softly: "You did a good job."

After brushing the snow with that hand, it followed Qiu Shi's face, gently stroking it all the way down, touching his shining eyes full of smiles, the bloodstains on his cheeks, and his cheeks that were as bright as red plums. lips.

The excitement in Qiushi's heart gradually subsided, and he looked at Hei Lin blankly.

The patriarch's gaze gradually became hotter, his breathing became more and more heavy, and he was used to touching his hair and cheek with that hand, but why did he touch his eyes and lips?

The eyes are so hot, the touch is so gentle...

Qiu Shi jumped violently with a "bang bang" in his mouth, swallowed his saliva, and shouted anxiously: "Zu... Patriarch..."

Why does Grandpa look at him like that?

He was about to withdraw when suddenly he saw the patriarch opened his mouth and rushed towards him with a breath of hot air. Qiu Shi's eyes went dark, his body went limp, Cheng Jiao fell to the ground, and others followed him.

A pair of strong hands reached out and hugged him horizontally.

As soon as Hei Lin closed his eyes, he muttered something, and suddenly, an enchantment covered the entire small courtyard below.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that his eyes, which were so beautiful just now, suddenly turned a terrifying blood red.

Hei Lin hugged Qiushi and walked towards the steps step by step. Before he arrived, the door automatically opened with a creak.

Seeing his master fainted, Xiao Huang was startled, jumped off the beam, and was about to follow into the house, but was glared at by Hei Lin: "Don't follow, I want to double cultivate with Qiu Shi."