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Master Retreat

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    On the eighth day after Mo Ran left, Xue Zhengyi received his first letter.

    Huanhua paper, the handwriting is crooked, I tried my best to correct it, but unfortunately it was of no avail.

    "Don't read, uncle. I'm at Fanhua Ferry today. Everything is fine. There was an evil incident here a few days ago, but fortunately there were no casualties. My nephew has already cleaned up the troublesome water ghosts. Now the ferry is very peaceful, and the boss of the boat has been taken away."  Five hundred silver bills, attached with the letter. Greetings to my aunt and master."

    One hundred and twenty days, twenty-second letter.

    "Don't read it, uncle. My nephew recently got a top-quality spirit stone by chance. If it is inlaid on Xue Meng's Longcheng scimitar, it can become an incomparable weapon. Although it can't be compared with Shenwu, it is still very rare.  Greetings to my aunt and master."

    One hundred and thirty days, twenty-fourth letter.

    "Don't read it, uncle. My nephew has been practicing in Snow Valley recently. It is cold all day long in Snow Valley, and it is easy to produce exotic flowers and trees. Among them, Shuanghua snow lotus is the most rare, but it is a pity that the flower field is guarded by a thousand-year-old ape demon. When my nephew first came, he had spiritual power.  I am humble, and I am not skilled enough to pick them. I have worked hard these days, and I was able to break through my defenses. I picked more than ten flowers and sent them back together with the letter. My aunt and master are well."

    With the letter, there are often some playful objects, elixir, wood and stone.

    In addition to lettering to Xue Zhengyong, Mo Ran will also write to Shi Mei in private. The content is about trivial matters such as what he has seen and heard from all over the world, asking about warmth and adding clothes.

    The ink pen stains the paper, and there will be typos from the beginning. Later, although the characters are not very beautiful, but the horizontal and vertical, the structure is gradually becoming more and more mature, and the typos are becoming less and less.  .

    A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

    On this day, Xue Zhengyi received another letter from Mo Ran while drinking the new spring tea.

    He finished reading with a smile, and handed the letter to Mrs. Wang. Mrs. Wang looked at it and laughed: "This child's handwriting is getting more and more beautiful."

    "Like a person?"

    "who?"

    Xue Zhengyi blew on the tea leaves, and found a copy of "Ancient Enchantment Collection" from the desk volume: "Do you see that Yuheng's is 70% similar."

    Mrs. Wang flipped through the scroll in her hands, and said in surprise: "It really looks like it."

    "When he first came to the summit of death and life, he worshiped Yuheng as his teacher. Yuheng asked him to read the book first, but he didn't know a few words. Later, Yuheng taught him for a long time. From his  My own name, from simple to difficult." Xue Zhengyi shook his head, "At that time, he didn't learn carefully, and he always dealt with it like a talisman, but now he looks decent."

    Mrs. Wang said with a smile: "He should go down the mountain for more walks. I think he has calmed down a lot outside."

    Xue Zhengyi also laughed, and said: "I don't know what he will look like after traveling for five years. How old would he be at that time? Twenty-two?"

    "twenty two."

    "Ah." Xue Zhengyi sighed, and seemed to be a little emotional, "I thought Yuheng would take them until they were twenty years old. People are not as good as God."

    People are not as good as heaven, and Mo Ran thinks so too.

    He traveled all over the world, from the misty and rainy land in the south of the Yangtze River to Dasan Pass in the north of Saibei.  In the summer, I drank a sip of Yuejiu by sitting on the mash river, and listened to a Qiang flute around the fire pond in the winter snow.

    After proclaiming himself emperor in his previous life, the world belonged to him, but he had never traveled all over thousands of rivers and mountains to see the lights of fishing boats in the east and the Karez stream in the west.  Cracked, soles hard as iron.  I have never heard the little boy in the pear garden in the reed pond babbling and babbling, his voice piercing into the clouds, and his voice is like cracking silk:

    "It turns out that the flowers are blooming everywhere, and they are all ruined like this"

    He is no longer Ta Xianjun, and he will never be Ta Xianjun again in this life.  he is¡ª¡ª

    "Big brother." This is the crisp and tender voice of a child in the market, "Big brother, can you help me save this little bird? Its wings are broken, and I, I don't know what to do."

    "Xiaoxianjun." This is the hoarse voice of the old village head of Shijiu Village, "Thank you, thank you, if not for you, our village is full of orphans, widows, old and weak, and the evil spirits make trouble, we can only leave our hometown.  Immortal Monarch's kindness and virtue, this old man this old man will never forget it."

    "Good-hearted man." This is the trembling voice of the beggar I met on the road, "Good-hearted man, our mother and I have not had a full meal for many days, please do me a favor and show mercy"

    Mo Ran closed his eyes.

    It opened again.

    Because someone called him.

    "Master Mo."

    He was somewhat stung by this title, and looked up at the man who called him like that.He thought that the reading he was talking about should be reading some obscure and difficult volumes, but after a closer look, he found that they were all classics such as "Xiaoyaoyou" and "Book of Rites". He was taken aback for a while, and then said: "  These are all basic scriptures, I recited them all when I was a child, what do you think they are useful for?"

    Mo Ran didn't feel ashamed, his eyes were calm, and he said: "When I was young, I couldn't even write my own name."

    "Cough" Nangong Si was a little embarrassed, "Are you enrolled in an academy?"

    "Well. These days, I just want to collect some spiritual stones for practice on Mount Tai. I saw that Xinglin Academy opened a new lecture. There is nothing left and right. Come and listen."

    Nan Gongsi nodded, seeing that it was getting late, and said: "Look at this, brother Mo hasn't eaten dinner yet. Since you are in the Confucianism School, and you are the apprentice of Master Chu, I naturally want to do my best as a landlord.  It just so happens that my companion is waiting for me in a nearby restaurant, how about going for a drink together?"

    Mo Ran thought about it, and felt that there was nothing wrong anyway, so he said: "But it's disrespectful."

    "Wuyu Lou. One of the most famous restaurants in Linyi. The Jiuzhuan Fat Sausage is delicious. Have you heard of it?" Nangong asked him as he walked.

    "Why haven't I heard of it." Mo Ran smiled and said, "It is one of the best restaurants in the upper repair world. Mr. Nangong, you really know where to choose."

    "I didn't pick the place."

    "Oh, that's it?"

    Nangong Si said: "My companion picked it."

    As a person who has lived a lifetime, Mo Ran is more or less aware of the intricate relationship between Confucianism and Confucianism. Although he doesn't say anything, he is a little surprised in his heart and thinks to himself: Ye Wangxi is here too?

    But he followed Nangong Si to the restaurant, opened the bead curtain of the wing room and stepped in.  The people inside made him almost choke¡ª¡ª

    I saw Song Qiutong dressed in light plain clothes, standing by the window in a pavilion, and the peach blossoms were blooming outside. When she heard the sound, she turned her head, and the golden steps on her temples shone, making her skin look like creamy skin, and her lips like vermilion, she couldn't tell.  It looks good.

    The half of Mo Ran's foot subconsciously retracted.

    He was thinking, is there still time to tell Nangong Si that he doesn't like Lu cuisine, especially Jiuzhuan fat intestines?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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