Super System in Chutang

Chapter 208

I didn't expect to write this so late. I had a big meal in the evening and I didn't starve to death at all.

————

On the second day, it was still dark.

Not to mention nephrite for a night on the big bed.

Li Xingzhi opened his eyes, gently took away Li Linzhi's small feet that were placed on him, and slowly pulled out the arms held by Zhou Rou'er, carefully removing them from the silk quilt, without any movement, as if he was being transported by a breeze.

, falling lightly to the bed without making any sound.

With a move of his hand, a thin gust of wind suddenly came out, rolling up a few thin clothes, leaving only one set on his body, and he was once again a handsome young man.

The door opened quietly, and a handsome young man walked out, keeping all the chill out.

Li Xingzhi walked out of the door and saw that under the starlight, everything was white. The cold air was light but not biting. Even in the "severe winter", it still had some inherent warmth of the south.

This crystal clear light and the warm cold air made Li Xingzhi's spirit clear, and he got rid of most of his sleepiness all night long.

With a gentle wave of his thin long sleeves, a layer of floating snow was brushed away. He picked up a handful of fine white snow and gently rubbed it on his face. His originally fair face became pale.

His eyes were softly rosy, and his eyes were as bright as water, making them even more clear. He took another mouthful of snow water to clear his throat.

After cultivating to this point, he has long been free from dirt and dust. Apart from being a habit all year round, he wants to appreciate the purity of snow and the coldness of winter.

He teased the two fire carps again, then walked out of the courtyard and meandered towards the backyard.

The closer you get to the back courtyard, the colder it becomes, the houses gradually become sparse, and there are no traces of people. The traces of grass and moss disappear, the dead branches are slanted, the eyes are pale and white, and the vast space is lonely.

Continuing forward, in a dry forest, a touch of bright yellow, two touches of bright red, and a faint dark fragrance suddenly appeared.

Walking a few steps further, I saw several wintersweets standing proudly!

He has never seen such beautiful plum blossoms, and has never smelled such elegant fragrance! Under the warm sunshine of the season, he always sees dead branches and rotten branches, with three or two sickly or gaudy flowers lying on the branches. So.

, Whenever I read poems praising plum blossoms, there is always a sense of "insincerity", and what I read changes the taste. ri, when a hundred flowers bloom, how can anyone remember the skinny branches and the few remaining flowers?

?I'm afraid I can only wait until the mountain flowers are in full bloom, and she will laugh in the bush.'

Continuing forward, the view opens up again, and the remaining branches fade away, revealing two flat lakes. In winter, the water is shallow and there are no green trees to reflect it, making it even more clear.

On the opposite side of the lake, between a few trees, a building with high eaves jumped out.

Compared with the surrounding ancient trees, the eaves building is still young and lacks a few traces of the accumulation of ancient simplicity and vicissitudes. However, it is majestic and majestic from a high position. The years of wind and rain and the influence of scholarly culture have also given it a somewhat unique atmosphere.

On the left side of the eaves building, near the lake, I don’t know when three houses, one large, two small and three were built. These three houses are all made of bamboo and wood. They are exquisite and elegant. Half of the body is stretched out on the lake, reborn.

Some flavor.

By this time, the sky was already bright.

Out of nowhere, one or two pink little radish heads, tightly wrapped and neatly dressed, appeared, carrying a small bamboo cage, and walked into the house by the lake.

Before Li Xingzhi could go over to investigate, the sound of clear and immature reading could be heard in the house. As you can imagine, there was a little carrot in the house, holding a book big enough to cover his little face.

The book, 'pretend', is read aloud while shaking one's head.

Not long after, small groups of little carrots walked into the house one by one, jumping and playing noisily. Soon, a jagged sound of childish reading spread from the house, making these people

The originally desolate and lonely backyard was suddenly filled with life and vitality.

At this time, a line of white light appeared on the horizon, passing through the glistening white snow, and soon illuminated the entire land.

The sound of the child's reading became louder and louder, and not long after, the old man walked out of nowhere and headed straight to the house with his hands behind his back. Behind the old man, there was a child, who was holding a small bamboo cage in his hand.

The old man Li Xingzhi knew Mr. Shi, who had taught Erlang. He hadn't seen him for several years, so he decided to start an elementary school without thinking.

Old Master Shi was now in high spirits, a bit tougher than when we first met him. There were a few green hairs on his head, and a few strands of pale hair, giving him a silvery sheen.

And that child was the 'little stone' Li Xingzhi saw yesterday.

At this time, Little Shitou's eyes no longer had the cunning, fierceness and curiosity of yesterday. He straightened his body and his clothes were smooth. He was holding a small bamboo cage in one hand and the other hand behind his back. He walked steadily behind Old Master Shi step by step.

, he looked like another old master. However, paired with his young face that was pretending to be serious, it was really funny.

The front yard of Li Mansion also became lively at this time.

Those servants are all well-dressed, although they are a little light, but more neat. Each of them has a ruddy complexion, a clear spirit, and moves extremely quickly. Maybe the Li family is usually too leisurely, or maybe they want to

He performed well in front of his master, and everyone rushed to work. Although the winter was cold, all the servants had a thin layer of sweat on their foreheads.

While these servants were rushing to do their work, a group of strong men came out from nowhere. Led by a one-armed man in front, each holding a stone lock in each arm, they started running around the front yard.

"One two one, one two one..."

Loud slogans rang out from the Li Mansion and echoed through most of Tanzhou City.

The people in Tanzhou City seemed to be familiar with this shout. No one was surprised or curious. But when the slogan sounded, the door opened, and then, those who worked went to work, and those who had fun went to have fun.

At that time, Tanzhou City became lively.

Father Luo came out of the house and finished washing when he heard loud slogans ringing in the yard.

He walked to the vestibule and watched dozens of strong men running in uniform steps, carrying stone locks weighing dozens of kilograms. They looked very relaxed.

Father Luo's pupils couldn't help but shrink.

When they first met yesterday, he didn't take these big men too seriously. In his opinion, only the one-armed man in front of them could pose any threat to him.

When he met again today, he found that he had made a mistake - these big men actually possessed great strength and practiced kung fu, which was not simple. If so, that would be fine, but what shocked him the most was that these big men actually

During strenuous exercise, he can still maintain the same pace. In this way, once he cooperates, even he has to avoid the edge. If one day, the blood begins to attack again, unless a large army surrounds him, otherwise, how many people in the world can control it?

?

Thinking of this, a drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead, and yin shadows were revealed under his eyes.

If he knew that Li Xingzhi, with the help of Wang Xiucai, had already trained several such armored soldiers, he might not be able to sleep well.

————

It's so late, so late, and I'm writing on the balcony, and the mosquitoes are biting me.

Finally, I would like to thank you for your monthly ticket from ‘Bu Die Guang Xin’. I didn’t expect that there would still be tickets for me.

I would also like to thank a few people who I don’t know who I have thanked: last month’s fan ‘White Hinayana’, the top vote-getter ‘A Life without Regrets in this World’, and commentator ‘Imperial Envoy’.

Finally, thank you all for your continued support, encouragement, tolerance, and tolerance of various shortcomings and various typing problems. Thank you all. (To be continued.