Chapter 44 Why are the Master and his Junior Brother Hostile?

The man had an elegant demeanor, and as he sat there he looked like a lush green bamboo, with a slender figure and a gentle temperament, and the reserve between his eyebrows and eyes carried a hint of tragic divinity.

The little book boy was puzzled by his answer, but he didn't care. After all, he didn't understand what the teacher said most of the time.

He looked at the man in front of him drinking tea slowly and asked in confusion: "Hey, sir, it seems that you have been drinking this kind of tea all these years. Isn't it called black tea? Why is the tea such a beautiful orange-red color?"

The man put down the cup and picked up the book on the table and started reading.

The three words "Gray Painting Collection" can be vaguely seen on the ancient yellow book cover.

This book is not a work of calligraphy or painting about literati, but a real military book.

Discusses the military strategy of "creating new achievements and maintaining successes in ancient and modern times" from a historical and geographical perspective.

Learning has no end, and his mind is as vast as mountains and seas.

"Why do you ask so many useless questions?"

He smiled: "The previous sentence is what Junior Brother said."

Isn't it enough to be able to drink it?

The book boy tilted his head to glance at the book dejectedly, then turned his head silently and squatted in the corner with grievance.

Finished! All! Watched! Don’t! Understand! Okay!

"Why does everything have to do with Junior Brother? Even drinking tea can be mentioned..."

The whisper didn't seem to reach the man's ears. He continued, "My stomach is not in good condition. My body is weak and cold. My hands and feet are always cold. When my stomach hurts, I can't even stand up straight for a long time."

"My junior sister specially brewed this tea to nourish my stomach and warm my body. She made fresh leaves, withered them, kneaded them, piled them, kneaded them again, and dried them. I watched her carefully make them step by step, and finally she made this black tea."

There are always some strange things in this world, and some strange things that are not there.

For example, there are many things like insects that can control humans, divination that can predict the future, and array formations that can kill people, but black tea does not have any of these.

At first he was slightly surprised when he first drank it, and the mellow aroma lingered on his teeth for a long time.

Because he was the only one in the world who could drink black tea, his junior brother only taught him the method of making black tea.

Even the Master does not have this honor.

Thinking of the man's pale and handsome lips, there was a gentle smile again.

He is in poor health and doesn't care much about himself, but there are people who worry about him and take care of him.

To be honest, he is still in good health now, thanks to that junior fellow apprentice.

The little book boy was very envious and wanted to meet the teacher's fellow apprentice more and more.

Not only was she born into a powerful family, she was also extremely powerful in martial arts. She was strong and kind. She could even pacify someone as difficult as her husband and make him obedient. She was so gentle!

This requires a lot of patience and perseverance.

"Every time I hear you talk about each other, you always have a happy expression on your face. Moreover, from your words, I can see that your relationship seems to be pretty good. But why are you still hostile to each other?"

The little book boy was confused and couldn't figure it out.

He had never seen such a possessive look on the gentleman's face when he talked about someone. They obviously liked each other, so why were they being hostile?

The man glanced at him, with a neither salty nor indifferent look. The little boy always felt that the look was like looking at a fool, but he was not a fool!

"The Zongheng family has to decide a winner. This is the rule. Moreover, if someone reaches a certain level and wants to break through again, he must fight against a master."

There are thousands of masters in this world, but he only recognizes his junior brother.

Just like the junior fellow apprentice only recognizes him.

“The most satisfying thing in life is to meet a worthy chess player.”

He used all his strategies, intrigues and plots to have a thorough competition with his opponent.

Nothing could make him happier than this.

The little book boy seemed to understand, but not quite. He did not understand the world of the strong, nor did he know what to pursue. He just wanted to stay by his teacher's side, have food to eat, and live a peaceful life.

Outside the house, the sky was clear and the sunlight was gradually slanting. Soon, a eunuch came in hurriedly holding an imperial edict.

The man bowed his head respectfully, raised his arms slightly, and the imperial edict was taken by the little servant.

"Mr. Gongqing, the King of Yue invites you."

The little servant handed the imperial edict to the man again. He opened his narrow eyes and scanned it slowly, with the gentle expression on his face unchanged.

He stood up, his movements were calm and elegant, and he walked out the door in strides.

…

Shen Sinian followed Bingwen back to southern Xinjiang, but the other party was very alert, so he was forced to give up the pursuit.

It took him a lot of effort to get into Southern Xinjiang, because most of this country is in a closed state, so people outside know very little about them.

It was all thanks to Bingwen that he was allowed to come in as well.

The sky is overcast today, dark clouds are pressing down on the city, ink-black clouds are rolling in the sky, the clouds are swirling and pressing violently, the hot and stuffy summer air is blocking people's hearts and bringing unhappiness every day.

The wind blew up, blowing up the fine dust on the ground, and the sky became depressing and gloomy, indicating that a rainstorm was about to arrive.

Street vendors were hastily packing up their stalls and pedestrians were rushing home. The young man walked quickly through the endless stream of people, his features clear and handsome, with elegant features.

He stood tall and straight, with his hair tied in a high ponytail, and his clothes in the style of southern Xinjiang and the Western Regions made him look even more elegant. His left hand habitually rested on the hilt of his sword, with murderous intent in his eyes. Someone was following him.

He turned his eyes calmly and quickly went into the alley. The person who was following him looked around and then muttered in frustration, "Hey, where is he? He clearly turned into the alley."

"call out--"

With his sleeves fluttering, the young man spun around and disappeared from the darkness into the light. The sword was quickly and accurately pressed against his neck, and his calm pupils were filled with a chill that sent chills down one's spine.

"Hiss, great hero, spare my life!"

The cry for mercy was so urgent that Shen Sinian frowned and quickly put the sword back into the sheath.

"Why are you here?"

He looked at the delicate and lovely person in front of him who looked like a glass doll, and the murderous intent in him disappeared a lot.

A young man wearing an extremely ostentatious golden robe, a smile as brilliant as a little sun, red lips and white teeth, who else could it be but Jin Yuanbao?

The young master of the Mohist school, Lin Junhuai, who lived by the sea and had such great connections, specially came all the way from Yue to Jing to celebrate the death of Emperor Jing.

Lin Junhuai: “…”

Could you please delete the sentence "I came all the way from Yue State to Jing State to celebrate the death of Emperor Jing"?

Please don't create hatred, okay?

Brother Xiaolin and I are coexisting peacefully for the time being, okay!

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Digression

"This road is so elegant, there will never be any trace of nobles."

Named Gongqing.

Hey, I suddenly found that the names in ancient poetry are really nice to listen to. Sinian, Junhuai, Manchuan, Minghe, Jinge, Yedu, Manhuang, Gongqing... all the names are two characters??? But Junhuai and Junlin are going to be a family, no, so I made up my mind to add the surname Lin to him, so that we can be two families!