Martial Sage

Jiangnan, mountains and forests.

The spring water gurgled across the quaint wooden bridges and across the large expanses of land. Women in plain clothes squatted by the stream in twos and threes, banging the clothes on the stone slabs with a mallet while chatting.

Under the eaves of the wooden house, the children holding the exquisite wood-carved monkeys, surrounded by the wooden chairs, teasing the babbling babies.

At the other end, men strolling around and sitting in front of the wooden house pulling a saw, sawing a piece of wood into short sections. Laughing at the group of frolicking children running in the open area pushing the wooden cart next to him, reminding him from time to time, pay attention to your feet.

The sensible young man pushes a wooden wheeled cart to avoid the noisy running children, loads the chopped wood into the cart, and pulls them to one place and stacks them neatly.

"Yuqi Big sis is back!"

The immature voice cut through the open space, and rushed toward the figure walking out of the lush village forest, shouting excitedly.

The children pushing the wooden cart ran over in a swarm, jumping around the Qingli woman.

"Big sis brings you your favorite candies, one for each person."

In the words, the woman knelt down and took out a few candies from the bamboo basket she carried to the child one by one.

A spirited old man walked out of the wooden house with a frost and snow, and said with a smile.

"Qi'er is back."

Seeing the old man walked out, the men who were still at work stood up and bowed to greet the old man with a particularly respectful look.

The woman who had distributed the candy, heard the call, sent the child away, raised her head, looked at the old man, smiled, and walked forward.

With the women washing clothes, the working men smiled and greeted them accordingly. After passing through the splashing waterwheel, the woman came to the old man and took out the items in the bamboo basket one by one, rejoicing Show to the elderly.

"Look, grandpa, this time I bought salt, pepper, and black stone."

"Here are the steps that Aunt Fifth wants me to buy, but is it still pretty?"

In the sun, Step Shake was shining a little bit of light, reflecting on the woman's jade face looking at the old man happily.

The old man laughed loudly and looked at the woman lovingly.

"Qi'er bought them all beautifully."

"Come on, grandpa tells you something business."

A woman named Yu Qi put down the bamboo basket and followed the white-haired figure into the bamboo house.

Sitting on the wooden chair, the smile on the old man's face gradually faded, with a touch of seriousness.

"Qi'er, we hide in the mountains and forests and cut off from the rest of the world."

"Your pseudonym Meng Yuqi has a great reputation in Chang'an. Although it is in the south of the Yangtze River, you must be careful about everything. Don't let Chang'an acquaintances recognize it and enter this village."

"You know the history of our family..."

Meng Yuqi kneaded the old man's side and listened to it patiently before responding.

"Grandpa don't worry, Yu Qi will be careful not to go around the town seven or eight times, and will never return to the village."

Hearing these words, the old man seemed to relax, his face restored to the previous peace.

"How is it? Going to the city now, did you get a reply from that person?"

After listening to the question, the woman smiled and said.

"It's so fast there! Go to Chang'an, thousands of miles away, I'm afraid Tang Hao will get the wooden box only now."

After listening, the old man grunted disdainfully with a look of arrogance.

"The Great Tang Warhorse is known to travel thousands of miles a day, which is nothing more than that in my opinion!"

"A small wooden box will be sent from Hangzhou to Chang'an. It will take five days! At this point, it is far from our wooden kite!"

Hearing that grandpa began to brag about the lost masterpieces of the ancestors again, Meng Yuqi did not answer, and smiled lightly.

He just lifted the wooden box, Meng Yuqi thought for a moment, frowned slightly, a look of worry appeared on his face.

"Grandpa, that wooden box is our ancestral skill, Luban box."

"Tang Hao doesn't have any carpentry skills. He might not be able to untie this box if he handed it over to him like this?"

The old man snorted, his expression stern, and a strange light appeared in his eyes.

"If he can't untie this wooden box, then the person chosen by heaven back then is definitely not him."

"If he is destined for a public loss, he will definitely be able to untie it."

Meng Yuqi frowned slightly and retorted softly.

"Grandpa, but this person who has a destiny for the public defeat clan may not necessarily solve the box of our public defeat clan."

The old man didn't listen to these reasons at all and waved his hand.

"Absolutely impossible!"

"If it is God's will, this person must have some origins with our clan."

"Whether the box can be unwrapped, it must be the meaning of God, you and I don't need to think about it."

Meng Yuqi knew about Grandpa's stubbornness, and there was no possibility of discussing anything about it.

Looking at the long white clouds through the carved wooden windows, Meng Yuqi has a touch of hope in her heart.

I only hope that Tang Hao can study the method of dismantling the Luban box. This is also an opportunity for the public losers to conform to the providence and rejuvenate the fertile soil of China.

For some reason, with Tang Hao, Meng Yuqi always had inexplicable feelings in her heart, and she couldn't tell the truth.

Like Acacia, but not like Acacia.

In the dark, it seemed that this person was inextricably linked with himself.

Watching the subtle changes in Meng Yuqi's face, the old man reminded him earnestly.

"Qi'er, our family has our own rules."

"Don't marry a foreigner. This is also for the benefit of our entire family. Grandpa hopes you can understand."

A touch of loss suddenly appeared on Meng Yuqi's face, and he lowered his head slightly, muttering.

"Grandpa, Qi'er...understand."

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