Chapter 9: hero

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The oil lamp jumped, Zhou Fei rubbed her eyes, seeing that the sky was already bright, she raised her hand to extinguish the lights, the ink in the inkstone had dried up, and she was too lazy to add water, just a little muddy black mark After finishing the next family training, an old pen almost wiped her hair off.
The night before, she and Li Sheng told Li Jinrong to come out of the Ximo River. Zhou Fei thought that she would have to peel off without dying. Unexpectedly, Li Jinrong picked it up and put it down gently. Two hundred times of family training.
The wind can't blow, the sun can't touch, the pain doesn't hurt, the itch, it's lie down if you want to lie. This kind of "beautiful thing" Zhou Fei can't usually get it.
Zhou Fei finished the family training with the wild grass that came out of the dog in half a night, and then she hung her pen in a horizontal direction and lay on the small couch next to her, thinking back and forth about the night before.
Because Li Sheng was so delayed, Li Jinrong finally failed to catch up in person, and Xie Yun ran successfully. Zhou Fei estimated that he would still be able to lie down in the house in a down-to-earth manner. About eight percent of this was due to the son Xie. The big master wanted to catch him, as if he didn’t dare to catch it with much fanfare, even with her and Li Sheng. If you don’t dare to punish with great fanfare, you must be afraid to disturb someone. If she was beaten up and beaten, it was probably her father who was "agitated". Zhou Fei thought this way, and became more and more certain that the "Mr. Gan Tang" who heard Xie Yun's mouth was her father.
But who will come to her father?
Ever since Zhou Fei's memoirs, Zhou Yitang has never been able to get out of the door and has no way to go. He doesn't see people at all. During the whole year, in addition to being ill, he is studying in the yard, sometimes playing the piano, and sometimes deliberately teaching a few. Juniors... Unfortunately, even Li Sheng, they didn't have the column of Fenghuaxueyue in their three characters, listening to Qin Yin Gaoxuan, playing fingers with fingers, yawning and yawning.
Mr. Sun, who beat her, is a pedantic scholar, her father is not pedantic, but at most she is a scholar with knowledge and knowledge. Except for being weak and sick, there is nothing special about him. Is there any other way he can come? ?
Zhou Fei will ponder over the majestic "opportunity" in the Mojiang River. He will recall Xie Gongzi's awe-inspiring skill, and he will be full of doubts at the same time. At the same time, her father's head will be automatically stuffed into 108 legendary books. In the middle, Hu Siran thought about the love and hatred of seven or eight dog blood.
In the end she couldn't lie down, turned over and climbed up, looking at the probe by the window. It was the early morning, when people were most sleepy, and the disciples guarding her were all dozing off.
Zhou Fei thought about it, turned over a pair of shoes, threw one under the desk, and threw another under the bed, put the bed curtain down, the quilt was shaped into a person, and wrote the overnight family training to the table in a mess At the booth, she slept on the wall for a night and was sleeping, then she leaned over the beam of the room and uncovered a few moving tiles, and slipped out without knowing it.
Just when Zhou Fei was going to go to the wall with a cornice, there was a soft sound not far away. She looked up and saw that, well, the Liangshang gentleman dare not more than her.
Zhou Fei looked at Li Sheng on the other roof across the courtyard for a while, and then the two of them turned their heads, pretending that nobody saw anyone, and ran in two directions.
Zhou Fei went to Zhou Yitang, looked at it from a distance, and dared not go through it-through her many years of fighting with Li Jinrong, she felt that her mother could not be without prevention. With patience, she probed around in a circle. Sure enough, she found some clues in the bamboo forest behind the small courtyard and under the suspension bridge in front. There must be an ambush below.
At this moment, Zhou Yitang's small courtyard was quiet. He probably hadn't gotten up at this hour. When Zhou Fei hesitated how to mix in, he suddenly heard a string of bird calls.
Forty-eight Village in Shuzhong is like spring all year round, the flowers and leaves are not withered, there is nothing strange about the bird's call, Zhou Fei was not careful at first, who knows that the bird's call is getting closer and closer, there is a lot of endless meaning, she heard Annoyed, he was thinking of a stone hitting the noisy flat-hair animal. When he turned around, he saw Xie Yunzheng sitting on a big tree and smiling at her.
Xie Yun was arrested by Li Jinrong for a day in the mountains and the wilderness. It was probably not very comfortable. His coat was torn, his skirt was cut short, his hair was messy, and there was a leaf with dew on his head, and there were many hands and neck. After a few blood talks, he was a little bit more embarrassed than he was in the Ximo River the night before. But there was a very relaxed and comfortable smile on his face, as if he did not care about this crisis situation at all, and did not delay him at all to appreciate the early morning mountain scenery and the little girl of cardamom.
"Your forty-eight villages are really intricate. I used my breastfeeding strength to find it." Xie Yun sighed and beckoned at her again, saying familiarly, "Little girl, you are Master Li And Mr. Zhou's daughter?"
Zhou Fei was stunned. She had been in the village. She was cultivated by Li Jinrong with the character of "what to do, nothing, no nonsense". Few of her peers can play together. Xie Gongzi was an enemy or a friend, and he didn't know how to answer, so he simply nodded his head.
Then she frowned, and after a while, he tentatively asked, "Do you have any hatred for my mother?"
"How could I play mud when your mother retired from the forty-eight villages," Xie Yun felt a piece of bamboo from somewhere, took out a knife, and said to her while sitting on the tree and slowly cutting "But the old Liangtou who sent me the letter may have it. I don't know what happened... Hey, he died without telling me clearly."
Zhou Fei asked, "Who are you from?"
"No one is. The name Xie Mingyun of the niche is mildew, and the number is'I want to be a layman'. I was a idler," Xie Yun said seriously. "I was fishing in the wild that day, and his old man ran away from the ground to worship a wild grave. I couldn't get up after praying, and wept on the ground and cried. I saw him crying miserably, and he promised to run errands for him."
Zhou Fei: "..."
She was shocked to find that this son Xie, I'm afraid it was indeed sick.
Zhou Fei asked in disbelief: "Just because an old man cried, did you risk his death and enter the forty-eight villages?"
Xie Yun corrected: "Not because the old man cried, but because Liang Shao cried-don't you know who Liang Shao is? Didn't your father tell you?"
The name Zhou Fei actually sounds familiar, and it must have been said, but Zhou Yitang has a gentle temperament and talks a lot, and he pulls things up and down. Zhou Fei has always been an old monk reading the sutra, and the left ear listens to the right ear. It’s good to listen to one of the ten sentences, but her father doesn’t want to punish her anyway.
Xie Yun saw that she didn't say anything, and explained: "When Cao Zhongkun usurped the throne, Liang Shao went north to meet the young emperor, set up a series of covers in the two Huaihuai areas, and rescued the young emperor from under the eyes of the "Big Dipper Seven Stars", striking the "great wolf" and "Wu Qu", even the life of the only child was put in it. After that, he was born and died again, and he lifted the southern half of the hand with one hand. It is a... well, hero. The hero is falling like a mountain, don’t it hurt? Since I have clever legs and feet There is no other skill besides, it doesn't matter if he runs for him."
Zhou Fei sounded incomprehensible. After thinking for a while, he asked, "What the Seven Stars are so powerful?"
Xie Yun said: "Beidou-after Cao Zhongkun usurped the throne, many people were not convinced, and he didn't have the spare time to take over one by one. Moreover, he didn't speculate for more than half a sentence, so he decided to kill them all."
Zhou Fei has never heard such a simple and rough explanation, and could not help but squint: "Ah?"
"Of course, he must not be able to kill himself," Xie Yun continued. "But he has seven masters under his name, who will not know who his last name is, and after him, he will be named Beidou and specialize for Cao Zhongkun. Killing and selling lives. How powerful is it... Let me put it this way, your mother once took a group of heroes into the north to stab Cao Zhongkun, and the three thousand imperial army could not stop them. At that time, there were only Lu Cun and Wenqu around the puppet emperor. As Cao Zhongkun escaped from life, if there were all seven stars in that year, it wouldn't be anybody's liver and brain in that time, did you say it badly?"
This statement is quite convincing for Zhou Fei.
Because in her eyes, Li Jinrong is like a mountain. Every time she gets angry with her mother, she will practice hard, 365 days a year. In this way, she has about 359 days. They were practicing hard, and every day they fell asleep dreaming that Da Dangdang started pumping her, but she could unload her whip three times and five times, and then threw it under her feet. After a smile, he went away in a big way... ...Of course, so far it has only been a dream.
Zhou Fei sometimes has the illusion that she can never surpass her mother, and every time she feels catching up a little, she raises her head and finds that she is looking at herself colder again.
"Such a big hero, crying in the wild, can't get up. Just like a pretty little girl like you, she will no longer be young, and her face and white hair will be sad. I have met it and I should take care of it. "
Zhou Fei: "..."
No one dared to talk to Li Jinrong about nonsense such as "Your daughter is really handsome". The elders said to Zhou Fei, at most, they had a subtle and polite saying "Ling Ai has the style of being a master". Needless to say, I can't say a few words in a month, and no one has ever praised her beautifully to the face, so that she was almost at a loss for a while.
At this time, Xie Yun had already made a complete bamboo flute while chatting with her, gently blowing away the debris, and hurriedly narrowly rushed to Zhou Feiyi, said: "Run a little farther, be Your mother has caught it and wants to hit your palm."
Zhou Fei busy said: "What are you doing?"
Xie Yunchong blinked her, placed the bamboo flute across her lips, and blew a few notes high and low. The clear flute punctured the quietness of the forest instantly. The young man on the pupil reflected the green of the endless bamboo sea. As the ambush jumped out and approached, his flute sound gradually became a tune.
It was a "Broken Time".