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Episode 4 The Meeting of the Eight Prefectures Chapter 133 Young Master, you stepped on the apricot blossom

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    The next morning, as soon as it dawned, Li Tu took the little fox out of the academy and took a walk by Chunfeng Lake.  . It is March in spring, the season when apricot flowers are falling. Li Tu did not expect that there are many apricot trees planted by Chunfeng Lake. At this time, walking among the mist and petals, he couldn't help but think of the Xinghua Village at the foot of Liangshan Mountain.  .  After strolling for a while, then stopped by the lake, and began to read in the morning facing the red Yoshiko, spit out from the mouth, with a leisurely ancient meaning.  Between heaven and earth, a mighty and mighty aura suddenly rose.  The pale white runes spit out from the mouth were flying around After finishing reading in the morning, I found that I didn't see the figure of the crow, so I asked the little fox at my feet who had not yet woken up: "Little one, where is the big black sky?  Where did you go?" The little fox shook his head numbly, as if he was wandering.  You¡¯re not going to fight with the big black dog again, are you?  Li Tu thought about it and couldn't help but shake his head. He found that the crow and the big black dog were a little conflicted. They would fight and fight to the death when they met.  ¡°Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally,¡± the little fox suddenly became energetic, pointed at the lake, and started making noises.  But the surface of the lake was full of fog and nothing could be seen.  Li Tu swept away with his spiritual sense and saw a big black dog running wildly on the lake, water splashing under its hooves, and a crow in front of it.  "Dead bird, until your feathers are plucked, I will not be called Mahakala." The big black dog barked angrily, chasing the crow in front of his head, running through the water like a strong wind.  "Come on, Dahei." The crow smiled, flapped its wings fiercely, and let out another wolf howl.  Seeing this scene in the lake, Li Tu couldn't help but be stunned. The crow was really looking for a fight with the big black dog. It would be really unpleasant if he didn't fight for a day.  At this time, on the other side of Chunfeng Lake, a down-and-out middle-aged uncle was leaning under an old apricot tree. He was drinking and watching with interest the crow and the big black dog chasing each other.  Seeing the crow¡¯s triumphant look, the down-and-out middle-aged uncle suddenly smiled, blew on the crow, and let the crow fall into the lake.  ¡°Quick¡ª¡ª¡± ¡°Which bastard is plotting against me?¡± The crow suddenly fell into the water and cursed.  The big black dog that was chasing after him was stunned for a moment, not knowing who was helping him, but then he suddenly pounced and bit the crow tightly, but as if it bit on a hard stone, his teeth almost broke.  "Hey, Dahei, I'm kind enough to treat you to breakfast. Don't treat me like a donkey." The crow yelled, suddenly grew in size, and escaped from the mouth of the big black dog.  "Let you eat dog meat again" The big black dog pounced on me again.  ¡°What a dead dog, you still bite¡± ¡­ The crow invites the big black dog to eat dog meat?  Li Tu heard a black thread at one end. He was just looking for something to do. He ignored the crows and the big black dog in the lake, and walked slowly in the lake with the little fox who seemed a little excited.  "What are you excited about, little one?" Li Tu shook his head and asked, followed by a black line, and found that the little fox was holding a bunch of candied haws at some point, sitting on a rock while eating and waving his paws, as if cheering for the crow.  .  "Little one" Li Tu stopped suddenly and looked at the figure in front of him quietly.  The little fox turned around, looked at Li Tu doubtfully, waved his paw, as if asking what happened?  Then, following Li Tu's gaze, he also saw a figure, who seemed to be stunned for a moment.  In the apricot blossom forest ahead, there is a girl in green cloth, about sixteen or seventeen years old, holding a big bamboo basket in her hand. She is squatting under the apricot blossom tree, picking up the fallen apricot blossoms one by one.  The movements are very light and very skillful.  Moreover, the mist has already wet her coat.  "Why is she here? Isn't she in Xinghua Village?" Li Tu was startled. He watched quietly with his spiritual consciousness and realized that he had not seen it wrong, and then walked towards that figure.  The girl was picking up the fallen apricot blossoms one by one, but she didn't seem to notice Li Tu approaching.  At this time, she no longer had the long sword, nor the heroic appearance She became ordinary and ordinary, but she seemed to have an aura of tranquility.  .  In just one year, she has completely changed as a person, and Li Tu couldn't help but be silent.  "Sir, you stepped on the apricot blossom." The girl suddenly raised her head, her voice was very soft, and she seemed a little shy.  "Uh" Li Tu was stunned.After a moment, he couldn't help but take a step back.  "Sir, you stepped on it again." The girl reminded again.  "Qing Le, you" Li Tu said in confusion, why did Qing Le call himself Young Master? It felt a little weird.  "Qing Le Young Master, are you talking about me?" The girl smiled slightly and said, her eyes were very smart, she looked at Li Tu blinking, her expression was a little shy.  "Aren't you Qing Le?" Li Tu suddenly realized that he didn't seem to recognize her anymore. What was going on?  "Sir, my name is Qing'er, not Qingle." The girl smiled.  "Qing'er?" Li Tu was stunned.  "Yes, what is the young master's name?" the girl asked.  "My name is Li Tu." Li Tu said after a moment of silence.  Qing'er nodded, then looked at Li Tu doubtfully, and asked: "Master, who is Qing Le? Does it look like me?" Li Tu suddenly discovered that she was no longer the Qing Le she used to be, but  Why did it become like this? Did she lose her memory?  I couldn't help but be confused for a while.  "Young Master, Young Masterwhat are you thinking about?" Qing'er asked.  "Yes, she is very similar to you, very similar." Li Tu nodded and said, not knowing how to speak at this time, feeling a little complicated.  "Oh." Qing'er nodded, as if she didn't really believe it, and she also felt that the person in front of her seemed to have something on her mind.  "Are you picking up apricot flowers to sell?" Li Tu asked.  "Yes, Qing'er only knows how to sell apricot flowers and doesn't know anything else. That's right, sir, do you want to buy apricot flowers?" Qing'er said.  Li Tu shook his head and asked people under the apricot tree if they sold apricot flowers Qing'er said "oh" and continued to pick up apricot flowers one by one.  At this time, the little fox couldn't help scratching its furry little ears, also looking confused.  Li Tu looked at Qing'er who was going away a little bit, silently, wondering what happened to her in this year, she became a completely different person, but she was no longer the Qing Le she used to be.  "Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty" Li Tu suddenly thought of that down-and-out uncle. He often leaned alone at the door of the wine shop at sunset, looking at the floating apricot flowers and thinking of that.  A poem.  Ten years of selling apricot flowers Li Tu looked at that figure, then walked away a little bit, and then followed little by little, watching her pick up apricot flowers, sell apricot flowers and then return to that very simple wooden house.  middle.  She is really a girl named Qing'er who sells apricot flowers. She is no longer the heroic Qing Le of the Shangqing sect who wears green clothes and wields a sword.  ¡­ ¡­ In the evening, Li Tu returned to Taixue Palace and went there, no longer thinking about why Qing Le became Qing¡¯er.  In the main hall, two people, Ye Tong and Su Dingbang, were still sitting quietly in front of the stone tablet. On the third day, Su Dingbang also found his own reading method and was comprehending it at this time.  Entering the main hall, Li Tu also sat down in front of the stone tablet and continued to study the first set of classics.  But after getting into the details, Li Tu found that his understanding had declined. Several days passed, but there was still no progress.  "It seems that the second 'artistic' realm is not that simple micro, meaning, rhyme How about incorporating the second set of classics into the holy book now?" Li Tu pondered, in the past few days  , Wen Gong also told him about the Great Zhou Ancestral Temple.  The Great Zhou Ancestral Temple is opened every nine years, and this time it happens to be this year.  Moreover, it is less than six months before the Double Ninth Festival in September. If Li Tu wants to enter the Ancestral Temple this year, he must enter the "rhyme realm" with the first set of classics, or enter the "micro realm" with nine sets of classics.  Based on the current situation, it is naturally more certain that the nine sets of classics will enter the "micro realm".  If you can't enter the Ancestral Temple this year, you can only wait nine years later, but how can Li Tu wait nine years later.  At this time, without thinking much, he immediately stood up and walked in from behind the stone monument into darkness.  In the darkness, Li Tu looked at the second set of classics. It was still a stone tablet several feet in size, exuding an ancient atmosphere.  Then, he sat down cross-legged and looked at the inscription carefully.  I don¡¯t know how long it took, but I found that the stele culture was like little tadpoles swimming out from the stele, floating in the darkness, and then swam into my mind and turned into an inscription.  Then the Holy Book included the inscriptions, evolved again and again, and stopped after nine times.  "The second word" In the 79th Sage "The Journey of the Holy One" in the Confucian Zang, there is a second word.  The second inscription.  Looking at the second sentence, Li Tu read it over and over again, slowlyHe entered a strange state, spitting out runes one by one, and then condensed a stone tablet of the same size behind him.  ¡­ ¡­ ¡°Another stone tablet of the same size? He¡­¡± In the main hall, the old man stared into the darkness as if he was sensing something.  Ye Tong, who woke up, looked at the old man doubtfully and couldn't help but be stunned after hearing what he said. Then he seemed to have thought of something and asked: "Mr. Ge, has Li Tu's second set of classics been subtle again?" "Yes."  The old man nodded and said: "And they are stone tablets of the same size." "What!" Ye Tong couldn't help but glared.  ¡­ After Li Tu woke up from the second set of classics, he took the little fox out of the academy one early morning and came to the apricot blossom forest beside Chunfeng Lake.  He then looked at Qing'er, who was carrying a big bamboo basket and picking up apricot flowers.  "Sir, you stepped on the apricot blossom." Qing'er said.  "Sir, my name is Qing'er." Qing'er said.  "Sir, what is your name?" Qing'er said.  "Sir, do we know each other?" Qing'er asked.  Li Tu was a little silent, and Qing'er didn't seem to remember that they had met a few days ago.  (To be continued.
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