silent at night

Wait, the name Wang Anqi seems familiar, as if I've heard it somewhere.Beibei thought.

"Brother Bing, then, Yunshang, you haven't said anything yet."

"Oh! Don't mention this person!" Bing Nong frowned, waved his big hands, and his dark face became darker, "She is your teacher's disciple!"

"Ah? Teacher, are there any other apprentices?"

"Haha, of course, Mingyue Xiaoxian's apprentice has won the true biography of his master. By the way, what has your master taught you these years?" Bing seemed to deliberately avoid the disgraceful name of Yunshang, and inadvertently attracted Opened the topic.

"The teacher taught me?"

"Well, what did your Master Xiaoxian teach you?"

"Literacy."

inverted

"Four Books and Five Classics"

fall!

"Poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties."

Fall again! ! !

A loud roar resounded through the sky: "Is there anything else!!!!"

The faintly moaned answer "No more..."

……

Bing got up from the ground as if he had been defeated, and wiped his face with his sleeve casually, speechless. "Your master's lightness kung fu, swordsmanship, medicine and poison, you haven't learned any of them???"

Beibei was almost crying, and said aggrievedly, "I've never heard of it."

When the two were standing on the deck, talking intensely.

The fog and rain.

The mist on the river outside the boat gradually dissipated, and the late green hills in the distance could be faintly seen.

Light wind and lonely boat.

A solitary boat is moored, the yushu is facing the wind, and the feather fan and towel stand alone.

Like a picture scroll, like an elegant and peerless ancient painting...

Love is deep and lifeless, strong is humiliating, modest gentleman, gentle and moist as jade.This sentence is perfect to describe the gentleman on the boat gently shaking the feather fan.

"Long time no see, Bing..."

Beibei was surprised to see Bingda, who had just got up from the ground and wiped the dust on his face, with his mouth wide open, staring at the elegant gentleman who came uninvited and stepped on the passenger ship they hired.

"Ken... Kenichi..."

Bei Bei would not have guessed that this Kenichi was the only person in the world who could shut up the chatterbox obediently, an old friend whom he hadn't seen for four years.

Beibei would never have guessed that Jianyi, who is as elegant as him, had such a strong eloquence four years ago, and the perseverance to fight Bing to the end. It is almost as if the fourth eldest Bing and the fifth junior brother Jianyi met each other. Deadly opponents, they must fight to win the battle. Of course, after 238 eloquence duels, the fifth junior brother Jianyi won the championship with a complete victory.

But everything, since that night, everything has changed.

Taishang Zhenren can't afford to die. Two uncles, Jianzhong and Shuyi, defected from the teaching.

Kenichi and Bing went back to the room alone to talk.

As the night gradually deepened, Bei Bei faintly felt that this gentle gentleman might have a great relationship with his teacher.He stood on the deck and looked at the small boat tied to the passenger ship, and looked up at the bright moon as always.

Today's moon is round, by the way, it happens to be fifteen today.

The moonlight was pouring down, and through the big round moon, Beibei seemed to see the teacher who was lying on the hospital bed and coughing. When teaching in the school, the teacher's eyes moved out of the window from time to time, looking into the distance, looking forward to , Is it melancholy?

Thinking back carefully, I didn't know the teacher well.

What's the long way to go?

Why does the moon always tend to be so round when parting?

His shoulders sank, "Little brother."

"Ah!" Looking back, it was the elegant man in the daytime who patted himself on the shoulder.

"Are you Xiaoxian's apprentice?"

Beibei came back to his senses, "Yes, are you my teacher's brother?"

Hehehe, smart kid, he guessed it before he said anything.

"What sect does the teacher belong to? What kind of lake is the river and lake mentioned by brother Bing? Is it the same as this lake?"

Uh... He praised him in the front, but then he said it outrageously.

Therefore, Jianyi simply and patiently introduced to Beibei that in the current Yuan Dynasty, there are major sects, Xiaoxian Lanxuan and they belong to the Xiaoyao Sect, but the so-called orthodox sects in the Jianghu say that it is the Demon Sect, a demonic way, I don't know if it's because the martial arts practitioners in the Xiaoyao Sect are too powerful, or they acted so quickly that they never announced it to the world, or the North Kunlun Mountains to which the sect belongs are dangerous, located in the extremely cold place, and the terrain is extremely harsh. It is extremely high, and it is impossible for anyone with poor lightness skills or poor physique to come up the mountain.

With a strange laugh, "Hahaha, so what if people say that I teach the Devil's Cult, and what if they say that I am a famous orthodox religion? Let them say it!" Bing appeared behind them, touching his nose nonchalantly.

Kenichi didn't seem to pay any attention to the big bastard, and then asked Beibei's teacher Xiaoxian about the life of the past three years. What kinds of medicinal materials are picked, what kind of tea is often brewed, how many times do you go out a day, whether you have the habit of writing notes, whether you light candles at night, when to wipe the Luoyuan sword, etc.

"Ah, yes, the teacher asked me to take good care of a book." As if inspired, Beibei suddenly thought of it, and carefully took out a medicine book from the shelf that Xiaoxian asked him to take from the shelf.

Jian opened the book with a gentle smile on his face, read it carefully... seems to have realized something... "Yes, you have to study this book carefully, and you must not wipe out your teacher's intentions."

The next morning, Beibei opened her eyes on the bed, and the warm sunlight shone in through the small window.On the deck, Mr. Kenichi had already left in the night in a small boat.

When the ship arrived at the port, it was Jimo, a small town in the north of the Yangtze River.

Bing Yi flung himself on a black suit and a white wide-brimmed belt, and walked ahead with a smile on his face.

"The knife is for sale! The knife is for sale! Qinglong Yanyue is such a good knife! The family heirloom knife, it's urgent to sell!!" A fat man was standing on the street of Ji Mocheng and hawking.

Beibei stepped forward curiously.

"Come on, little brother, look at this good knife! Look at it, a strand of hair floats up and down, it's extremely sharp!"

"Then, master, how much is this precious sword?"

"Don't sell anything other than 500 taels of silver!"

Bing stepped forward with a sneer, held his breath and punched the blade directly, the blade snapped in two.

"You...you you you...pay me for the precious sword!"

"Ouch, ha! What a joke! Can this vulnerable garbage be called a treasure knife? Do you really think this is a tourist attraction, good for business?"

Huh?What tourist attraction?beibei puzzled.