Cui residence. Splashing Ink Pavilion.
Cui family's old master Cui Xichen was teaching his younger grandchildren to write, practicing the 'Hua Yan Shu' by the great master Huang Tingjian. Grandmaster Huang's words were thin and stiff, straight and genuine, suitable for children to learn.
"Kid, your shoulders have to be straight. No matter how tired you are, you can't step down. If your shoulders are crossed, your spirit will be gone. It's the same when you write, if your shoulders are crossed, the spirit of the words will be gone. "
"Lao Ai, this stroke should be longer, you are a little girl, your momentum is not enough, your strength is not enough, so you have to walk the graceful and elegant style — —"
"This' Buddha 'character is not written well, today you have to write it a hundred times — —"
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"Master."
The middle-aged housekeeper stood at the door of the Ink Pavilion, a flattering smile on his face.
"Come in and talk." Cui Xichen knew that he must have a reason to come looking for him.
"I have cold air on my body, I won't bring it in, so as not to let the little masters catch a cold — —" The smile on the housekeeper's face deepened, looking at the children sitting at the desk writing, more affectionate than his own son. Each and every one of them smiled at them, and the little guys also nodded in return. The children of a big family, after all, have some rules to follow.
Cui Xichen nodded, turned around and told the little kids not to be lazy, and that he would come to check on their schoolwork, and then closed the door and came out.
"What's the matter?" Cui Xichen asked aloud.
The housekeeper whispered a few words in Cui Xichen's ear, and Cui Xichen's face became strange. "That old guy really came out?"
"Master, I specially asked someone to inquire, it's absolutely true. This is something that many people have seen with their own eyes. " The housekeeper said with a look of certainty. "It is said that Old immortal also used his divine sense to slash at the Lu Family's courtyard. Lu Family's Lu Qingming mistakenly entered the sword barrier and failed to intercept it. But in the end, the old man of the Lu Family threw out a few punches and destroyed the sword qi. Otherwise, the consequences would have been more serious. "
"It's really getting more and more exciting." Cui Xichen asked with a smile on his face. "Is His Majesty still in the Lu residence?"
"Yes. It is said that His Majesty also did not expect the old immortal to come, and he was also shocked. "
"The Old immortal of the Still water sword school challenged Li Muyang in front of His Majesty, challenged an ignorant youngster — —" Cui Xichen still maintained a ruminating smile on his face, muttering to himself: "Interesting. Interesting. "
"Should we … do something else?" the butler asked meaningfully.
"Please don't." Cui Xichen refused with a serious expression. "A lion and a tiger are fighting, how can we make them bite more fiercely?"
"Drumming and cheering?"
"No, I won't do anything. Be quiet, let them continue to bite without being disturbed. "Cui Xichen said in a deep voice. "If someone disturbs them, they will have a third enemy in their eyes. At that time, their anger was unstable and their hearts were not ruthless. There's no way we can keep biting each other until the final battle is won. We might end things hastily and end things abruptly. "
"Understood." The butler bowed his head.
"So, without my orders, don't act rashly."
"Yes. Master. "
Cui Xichen looked at the wind and snow in the garden, gently sighing. "The snow this winter is really heavy."
"— —" The butler did not know why the Master would sigh like this, did not answer, and just stood there with a smile.
In the small courtyard separated by a wall, Cui Xiaoxin was standing there motionless with a Snow Swallow in her arms.
It was a baby Snow Swallow, fluffy all over, wings without any strength, and temporarily did not have the ability to fly.
It was not until the sound on the other side of the wall disappeared and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away that Cui Xiaoxin breathed a sigh of relief, but her face was extremely ugly.
She placed the Snow Swallow in Liulu's arms and told her to put the Swallow into the nest that was anxiously crying. She then pulled Taohong aside and asked, "How is it? Did you find out? "
"I have found out." Taohong gasped for breath. "Today is the 60th birthday of the Lu family's Old Master Lu Xingkong, I heard that even His Majesty went to congratulate him, and many ministers of the imperial court also went — —"
"I'm not asking about that." Cui Xiaoxin said anxiously.
"Yes, yes." Taohong nodded repeatedly. "I heard that the Still water sword school went to the Lu family's door today, and said they want to send a letter of challenge. The Old immortal of the Still water sword school wants to challenge Young master Muyang who is a guest at the Lu Family — — I really did not expect that Miss Shinian's cart driver is Young master Muyang. Miss, why didn't we think of it at that time?"
"It's you who didn't think of it." Cui Xiaoxin said snappily with a serious expression.
"Ah?" Taohong looked surprised. "Miss — — Miss already knew at the time?"
"Prepare the carriage."
"Miss, where are we going?"
"To celebrate Grandfather Lu's birthday."
"Miss, don't." Taohong hurriedly stopped her. "Master did not go out today, and none of the young masters are going. Miss will be scolded if you go."
"They are them, I am me. Shinian and I are best friends, it's her grandfather's birthday, I should go to congratulate him. "
"Miss — —"
"Prepare the carriage."
"Yes, Miss."
Creak — —
The courtyard door was pushed open, and Cui Xiaoxin's mother came in, looking at Cui Xiaoxin with a smile on her face. "Where is Xiaoxin going? Since you have nothing to do today, accompany me to your Uncle's house. He has a leg problem, and when winter comes, it hurts so much that he can't get out of bed and can't walk — — "
"— —" Cui Xiaoxin let out a soft sigh. It seemed that she couldn't go anywhere today.
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Outside the city gate, the old mansion of the Song family.
The grandfather of the Song family, Song Gudu, was squatting under the eaves in a white unlined garment, staring blankly at the several plum trees in the courtyard.
Song Tao briskly came over, seeing that Grandfather was squatting there motionless, he hurriedly draped his black bear fur coat over Grandfather's shoulders, and said in a reproachful tone: "Grandfather, it's cold outside, why don't you come in and rest?"
Song Gudu replied without turning his head: "If even this little wind and snow can hurt me, then what's the point of my old bones living?"
"Grandpa, as long as you're alive, it's of great significance … You don't have to worry about anything when you're old. If there's anything, leave it to your uncles to handle. Although we grandchildren are useless, we can still help you … You just have to live comfortably. You don't have to think about anything and you don't have to do anything. So that we, the younger generation, can come and see you. We will be satisfied to see you a few more times. "
"Nonsense." Song Gudu shook his head. "If I were to lie there without saying a word, it would be difficult for me to get up. What's the point of living like that? Be a statue? Or a piece of wood? "
Beauties are afraid of grey hair, heroes are afraid of old age.
Song Gudu was a strong cultivator of the world, famous throughout the divine continent, and the most legendary hero of the entire West Wind Kingdom.
He had lived a carefree life, traversed the world unhindered, and there was no place he could not reach, no person he could not kill.
However, in his old age, he had become a useless old man who could not even eat. How could he accept that?
Song Tao looked at Grandfather's skinny face, calming down a little. "Grandfather, I'll tell you an interesting story to amuse you. Do you remember the Old immortal of the Still water sword school? "
"Mu Dingyi?"
"Yes, the Old immortal has not shown his face for many years, and the world thought he was in seclusion. But I didn't expect him to come out of seclusion because of a young man, and even personally came to deliver a letter of challenge to that young man — — "
"That young man is Li Muyang?"
"Grandfather already knows about this?" Song Tao asked with a smile.
Song Gudu looked at the plum tree in the courtyard. "In the entire Tiandu, the young man who is worthy of him personally taking action — — is most likely only that youngster surnamed Li."
"Grandfather — —" Song Tao was both shocked and jealous.
Shocked that Li Muyang, who had never seen Grandfather before, could receive such a high evaluation from Grandfather. It should be said that, if this sentence were to spread out, then Li Muyang would most likely become a legendary figure in the entire West Wind.
Jealous that, they were both young men, but why Li Muyang could receive such an evaluation from him, and he did not — — After all, Grandfather's words were to use the honour of the youngsters of the entire city to flatter Li Muyang alone.
"Well, well, you go and do your own work. You don't have to accompany an old man like me. "His line of sight did not move away from the plum tree." Quietly wait for the flowers to bloom. "
"Grandfather, haven't the plum blossoms already bloomed?"
Song Gudu gently sighed. "If it bloomed, it will bloom again."
Song Tao helplessly got up to leave.
"By the way, go and ask that youngster surnamed Li, is he willing to come to this old mansion and drink a cup of bitter tea with an old man like me?"
"Grandfather — —"
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"I haven't promised him yet." Li Muyang wailed.
The letter of challenge had been delivered, and Old immortal had also appeared. Elder Chengfeng did not want to stay in the Lu Family any longer.
He was even more unwilling to answer Li Muyang's question that made him flustered. He gave a cupped fist salute to Lu Xingkong, and then turned to walk back the way he came.
Stone gentleman Shi Tao cast a thoughtful glance at Li Muyang, and also turned to leave.
In a flash, the hundreds of white robed swordsmen had all left. When they left, the sound was loud, but when they left, it was silent.
Lu Qingming looked at the empty sky, and then at the spear in his hand, his eyes filled with a strong sense of loss and sadness.
Li Muyang walked over, comforting him, "Uncle Lu, that old guy is just deliberately mystifying things. As long as the spear is faster than him, faster than what our eyes can see, his so-called sword barrier will naturally be broken. It looks very profound, but in fact it's just a smokescreen. Uncle Lu doesn't have to take this matter to heart. "
"Muyang." Lu Qingming's face darkened as he looked at Li Muyang, saying in a low voice, "I beg you one thing. Please, you must promise me. "
"Uncle Lu, please speak."
"Ten days later, I will go and fight on your behalf."
At this moment, Lu Qingming's eyes were firm, a determined expression on his face.
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