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After a meal, Yang Qingfeng put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, and said sadly, "Young Master Lu has something to do with my old man. Let's just say it. Don't keep picking up vegetables." , I feel I just want to drink porridge and pickles for the next three days.

Lu Zhui said, "Hey."

Lu Wuming was watching the bustle on the other side. The Master Wen in the Wangcheng really didn't teach well. He didn't know when this rogue face developed.

The hair on Yang Qingfeng's back was erected, and he hid behind Xiao Lan unconsciously.

...

"Come, senior, let's go out and say." Lu Zhui took his arm, and forced him out with affection, leaving only Lu Wuming and Xiao Lan in the room with big eyes and small eyes.

There was silence in the air.

After a while, Lu Wuming asked, "What the **** are you guys doing?"

"It's true," Xiao Lan said, "A few days ago, Master Wen sent a letter to Mingyue's tomb.

Why is this Master Wen again? Lu Wuming was suspicious. It is true that Wen Liunian is a good person, but the letter sent by a good person is not necessarily a good thing.

Xiao Lan told him about the book in the letter, and then said: "Ming Yu said that Yang Qingfeng's senior had fought in the northwest when he was young, and used soldiers like gods, so he wanted him to teach juniors one or two."

Lu Wuming was silent. His first reaction after hearing this was that he instinctively wanted to reject his relationship with the court, but it was not his son who sat opposite, and he seemed to have no position to stop him from doing anything... But Ruo Xiao When Lan went to the battlefield, it was almost obvious where Lu Zhui would appear.

Xiao Lan probed: "Senior?"

Lu Wuming woke up from his contemplation and sighed: "When marching and fighting, entering the court as an official, no matter what is absolutely not a trifling matter, you have to consider it carefully."

"Whether I will stay in the DPRK in the future, it is difficult to say for the time being." Xiao Lan said, "However, I really want to accept the proposal of Master Wen in this letter." It is a brand new life, which is different from the previous twenty. For the rest of the year, the Red Lotus Hall, which seemed to be magnificent, but in fact small and confined, was completely different. It was vast and passionate. He wanted to see the sky and the setting sun.

Lu Wuming didn't say much, but fell into conflict in his mind again.

He remembered what Tao Yuer had said. The younger generation had their own ideas of younger generations. He seemed to be famous in his life, but he was actually helpless. What position and experience do he have to guide the two who have a broader mind and a greater dream? young people.

But reason is one thing, feelings are another.

In addition to blood and glory on the battlefield, there are killings and partings. He can't rest assured and is unwilling to let go.

Xiao Lan poured a glass of wine and placed it gently in front of him.

Lu Wuming sighed deeply and drank from a toast.

Outside, Yang Qingfeng said unexpectedly: "Xiao Lan?"

"Yes." Lu Zhui squeezed his shoulders for him. "Senior, what do you think of him?"

"Your sweetheart, can I say something bad?" Yang Qingfeng asked back.

Lu Zhui said simply and neatly: "No." Who said it was not easy to beat anyone.

Lu Zhui said again, "So Seniors agreed?"

"You are right, he is really my destined apprentice?" Yang Qingfeng pulled his hand.

"Accurately." Lu Chai sat beside him, "Look, you don't have to say about martial arts character, good looks, tall and handsome, if you are not satisfied with this kind of thing, what else would the senior choose?"

Yang Qingfeng laughed and said: "You really spare no effort in boasting."

"So Senior agreed?" Lu asked.

"..." Yang Qingfeng said nothing.

"Why?" Lu Zhui was puzzled. "Senior wanted his apprentice in his heart. This time the apprentice sent him to the door by himself, so why did he hesitate to come."

"It's not hesitating," Yang Qingfeng whispered, "I'm just a little nervous."

Lu Zhui: "...poof."

Although he has been talking about the apprentice for a long time, but this time really came, but he didn't know what to do. He had been away from the rivers and lakes for a long time, and he had been in the army for a long time, and he was getting older. I have a lot of shortcomings, and I don't know if I will teach people wrong.

"The predecessor has spent half his life in the army, even if he picks up some trivialities, it is more than enough to teach people." Lu Zhui said, "Why be nervous."

Yang Qingfeng couldn't laugh or cry: "Blow."

How can it be blowing, it is clearly the truth. Lu Chai pulled him up from the steps, dragged him back to the dining room-the two people in the house hadn't started fighting for so long, so it was obvious that the conversation was going smoothly. Do it early and rest assured.

Seeing the two of them coming in, Lu Wuming raised his head and looked at Yang Qingfeng, and he felt a bit of vicissitudes of "sold it, but also help count the money."

Xiao Lan stood up.

Lu Chai pinched Yang Qingfeng behind him. Look, your apprentice, is it tall or not?

Yang Qingfeng knocked off the hand on his waist and said to Xiao Lan, "You follow me."

"Yes." Xiao Lan didn't ask much, and went to the house next door with him. Leaving Lu Chai smiled and said, "Father."

"If you don't come and tell me, look for the little **** surnamed Xiao." Lu Wuming said, "Why, are you afraid that I will hit him?"

"Why do you want to beat him? Dad is not a vulgar and unreasonable person." Lu Zhui dragged a chair to sit down, and said, "Father, guess what, what is Senior Yang taking Xiao Lan to the next door?"

Lu Wuming said: "Gift."

Lu asked: "What are you giving me?"

Lu Wuming said, "Moye, general."

Lu Zhui: "..."

No harvest? Nowhere to put it.

In the next room, Yang Qingfeng said: "Take these two swords away."

Xiao Lan said, "Thank you very much."

Seeing him holding the two huge carved sword boxes, Yang Qingfeng felt much better. Anyway, the apprentice already knows the embarrassment of being taken advantage of, so he might as well just send it out without seeing it, and saving him the need to continue looking for a meeting ceremony.

Xiao Lan said, "Senior are you really willing to accept me as a disciple?"

Yang Qingfeng said, "If I don't want to, I'm afraid Xiao Mingyu will shave off the remaining eyebrows."

Xiao Lan's eyes fell on the other half of his eyebrows unconsciously.

Yang Qingfeng said angrily: "What to look at!"

...

Xiao Lan calmly withdrew his gaze, thinking of Lu Zhui's little burden.

No wonder it's so... familiar.

"Good character, strong martial arts, you are willing to be my apprentice to this confused old man, it is naturally possible." Yang Qingfeng patted him on the shoulder.

Xiao Lan said, "Thank you, Master."

"I don't pay attention to it, so the bowing ceremony will be avoided. As soon as you scream, Master, I will naturally teach you everything here." Yang Qingfeng patted his stomach, "but the worship ceremony is still indispensable."

Xiao Lan nodded: "The disciple will prepare now."

If you know what I want, you have to prepare. Yang Qingfeng pulled him and pointed to his bald eyebrows and said, "Go and find this bunch of eyebrows for me."

Xiao Lan: "..."

Yang Qingfeng sits upright, with a dignified manner.

Xiao Lan asked, "Just this?"

Yang Qingfeng said: "Yes."

Xiao Lan said, "Master, wait a moment."

Yang Qingfeng said blankly: "Huh?"

He was originally upset that Xiao Lan stared at him. It was because he missed half of his long eyebrows. He looked at it specially, so he just said casually, wanting to embarrass this new apprentice. It's a bad old man's temper. It was over after a rush. Unexpectedly, after a while, Xiao Lan really came back with half of his long golden eyebrows.

Lu Chai squeezed half of his head through the crack in the door and looked inside carefully.

...

The surroundings were silent for a long time, and then there was a flurry of jumping.

Young Master Mingyu was rarely chased and ran around the courtyard with his head in his arms. Yang Qingfeng was panting, Xiao Lan couldn't laugh or cry, Lu Wuming leaned on the door to watch the excitement, and even Ye Jin opened the window, wondering what was going on outside, how could it compare to the Chinese New Year Still lively.

In the small courtyard, the headlights melted, and a big family made me laugh and upset the sky.

In the darkness, Ji Hao closed his eyes, listening to the harsh laughter from a distance, rustling in the grass beside him, wondering what was crawling.

In Wangcheng, Wen Liunian said, "No reply?"

"No." The messenger said, "The young master of Mingyue Tomb only said that he would discuss with Young Master Lu, but he couldn't give a reply for the time being, so the young man came back first."

Is there a show? After the messenger left, Wen Liunian stood up, changed into official uniform and planned to enter the palace.

"When is this all." Zhao Yue held him, "Don't eat supper? I can't wait for tomorrow to go and say it."

"What kind of supper to eat? Go to the palace to ruin the emperor." Wen Liunian patted his butt. "There is a Nanyang bird's nest recently."

Zhao Yue: "..."

You still inquire quite clearly.

Zhao Yue said again: "But Lu Chai has not yet agreed."

"You don't understand this. If Xiao Lan doesn't agree, he will simply refuse, saying that he wants to discuss, just want to go. Since he wants to go, there is no reason for the second master to stop him." Wen Liunian said plausibly .

Zhao Yue still shook his head: "At least wait for Lu Zhui's reply."

Wen Liunian thought for a while: "It's okay." After speaking, he continued to climb up the sedan chair.

Zhao Yue: "..."

Master Wen has a good reason: "The clothes are changed, and you will suffer if you don't eat bird's nest."

Lu Zhui's reasons are also very good.

The apprenticeship was given, so I didn’t learn much and suffered a lot.

Yang Qingfeng wrapped the quilt and leaned on the bed to tell Xiao Lan stories. Starting from his first battle, from the Battle of Songyun to the victory of Huhe, when he rose, he was as if he had returned to his youth and was struggling. The knife stands against the wind, dominating before the host.

One old and one young, the same light flashed in his eyes.

No one slept, reluctant to sleep.

There was a small candle beating in the pharmacy, and Ye Jin did not sleep.

At dawn, Lu Zhui was still dreaming, and the door of the house was "slammed" open. The genius doctor sat down on the side of the bed and stretched out his hand to lift the quilt: "I got up and got up."

Lu Chai stretched out and sat up, yawning.

Ye Jin pushed a grain of something into his mouth, sour and sour. It melted in the mouth and couldn't vomit it out.

Lu Chai was sober for an instant, his expression tangled: "What the hell?"

Ye Jin said, "The antidote to colds."

Lu Zhui: "..."

Lu Chai was shocked, and smacked his lips: "Is it over?"

Ye Jin asked, "Could it be that you are still addicted to eating, and would you like to have more?"

Lu Chai looked at him with extremely admiring eyes.

Otherwise, how can it be a genius doctor?

Seeing, hearing and asking, there was no such thing. When I came in, I lifted the quilt and stuffed it with medicine, not to mention cold poison. I have never seen anyone treat it like this for ordinary headaches and brain fever.

But this is really... alright?