Volume 1 Chapter 177: Interview with Hua Zhilu
Ye Tingmu tapped the table lightly.
It makes a dong...dong...dong...sound.
White-haired man?
In the past, Xiaolu's family belonged to this northern gang, so it was reasonable to say that they were friends of his father.
"Did you see what that man looked like?"
Wan Jin took a deep breath and replied in a deep voice: "White hair, white clothes, white fan, white shoes, white skin, one word white, two words handsome."
Ye Tingmu was speechless and rolled his eyes.
"Is he more handsome than me?"
"Master, do you want to hear the truth or the truth?"
"truth."
"No."
Ye Tingmu raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"What about the truth?"
Wan Jin said seriously: "Really... no."
Ye Tingmu nodded with satisfaction.
"Fatty, I find that you understand the art of language."
"Hehe...Master taught me well."
Men care a lot about the word handsome.
Ye Tingmu narrowed his eyes slightly and slapped his Qiankun bag.
A secret book appeared in his hand.
Then put it on the desktop.
"Don't you want to learn swordsmanship? This sword manual is given to you by your master."
Seeing this, Wan Jin quickly took it and stood up.
He completely forgot about his brother's injuries.
He said excitedly: "Fengyue Sword Technique... Master, is this really for me?"
Ye Tingmu stood up, patted his shoulder, and said earnestly: "Do a good job, these are just the basics. Later, I will give you the entire Qingshan Sect's Qinglian Sword Technique, which is much more powerful than this. You should lay a good foundation first."
Wan Jin was shocked.
This wave of pie is really big.
The Green Lotus Sword Technique is known as the number one sword technique in Jiuzhou. It is not something that ordinary people can learn just because they want to.
Even the Fengyue Sword Technique in front of us now can only be learned by the core disciples of Fengyue Tinghai Sect.
Not to be disclosed to any other parties.
Ye Tingmu gave it as he said.
He was naturally touched.
"Master, don't worry. I will go through fire and water for you. I will do anything for you."
Ye Tingmu coughed lightly.
"Okay, go practice."
After saying that, he went out of the house.
But I thought to myself, why would a sword technique be so complicated?
But I should find a book on swordsmanship for Feng He to practice.
He heard from Lin An that the Chao family had a special cultivation method for the gods.
It would be a good idea to go to Jiuzhou, Feng He would also learn something.
As for the other three children, they are not yet at the age to awaken their spiritual roots, so it is not advisable to force them to grow.
Let’s talk about it when he turns ten years old.
Suddenly at this moment.
Jinghong Guanqi and several others ran towards him.
Following behind him was the angry Dongfang Qingzhu.
Ye Tingmu raised his eyebrows.
This girl broke something. Who made her angry? Why is she looking at me like that?
Jinghong came and stood in front of Ye Tingmu, then raised his little head.
"Brother, can you take us out tomorrow?"
Ye Tingmu possessed him and asked, "Why are you going out?"
"Sister Qingzhu said that tomorrow is Beimang's annual poetry conference, and it's going to be very lively." At this point, she pushed Guanqi forward and said solemnly, "Is it mainly because Sister wants to go?"
Ye Tingmu tilted his head. The poetry conference was quite interesting.
He half-knelt down as he looked at Xiao Guanqi, whose eyes were narrowed like crescent moons.
"Really? Guanqi, you want to go and take a look."
He nodded while watching the chess game, and the meaning on his face was self-evident.
Under the influence of Ye Tingmu, she loves poetry the most.
In the past, Ye Tingmu often mentioned to her that during the prosperous Tang Dynasty, talented scholars and writers all loved poetry.
Drinking wine under the moon, writing lyrics and composing poems, how elegant.
Often at this time, a light of pity would appear in the little girl's eyes.
If she wants to go, then she can go.
Anyway, I will leave Beimang soon, so it's fine this way, but...
He looked towards Dongfang Qingzhu.
ask.
"Should this poetry meeting be held during the day or at night?"
Dongfang Qingzhu said angrily, "Your poetry gathering is in broad daylight, so it should naturally start at dusk and end late at night."
Damn, Ye Tingmu was speechless and felt really angry.
"Who is a good person who doesn't go home at night?"
The tip of the nose is covered with a cluster of bamboo in the east.
"In previous years it was always during the day, but this year it happens to be the fifteenth day, so we can see the full moon, so it's night time."
At night? Ye Tingmu hesitated a little. He was indeed a little scared at night, after all, he had just been ambushed the day before.
However, since it is a poetry gathering, I guess the attendees are all young masters of noble families.
You shouldn't dare to do it.
Dongfang Qingzhu was also present.
It is estimated that the Beimang City will also be heavily guarded.
It should be fine. If you are careful, there shouldn't be any problem. You can bring Dahei with you when the time comes.
It should be safe.
Guanqi has been sensible since she was young and there are very few things she wants to do. Since she has asked for it, as her eldest brother, I will naturally let her get what she wants.
Then go ahead.
He touched the little head of the chess player.
Said: "Okay, then I will accompany you tomorrow."
Guan Qi nodded obediently.
Jinghong cheered softly.
"Yeah, I can see the handsome guy now, hehe."
As she said this, she grabbed the hand of the person watching the chess game and ran away.
Dongfang Qingzhu followed closely behind, but when passing by him, he glared at him again out of the corner of his eye.
Ye Tingmu was really confused and scratched his head.
"What's wrong with this child? Is she having her period? It's possible. After all, she's not a kid anymore. She's already 18."
Forget it, why bother thinking about that.
Business is important, he wants to talk to Hua Zhilu.
He walked to the courtyard, and Hua Zhilu was not playing with others today.
Instead, he sat in the pavilion, picking flowers in his hands.
From a distance, flower petals are seen floating.
Looking closely between the eyebrows, flowers are everywhere.
Hua Zhilu had no idea what she was thinking and didn't notice that Ye Tingmu had already come to her side.
Looking at Hua Zhilu with a sad face, Ye Tingmu stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her.
"Fawn...Fawn..."
Hua Zhilu came back to his senses, stood up quickly, and said hurriedly: "Brother Mu, when did you come?"
Ye Tingmu looked at the abnormal behavior of the little girl with a trace of worry between his brows.
He sat on the stone chair.
"What are you thinking about, so absorbed?"
"No...I'm not thinking about anything."
As she spoke, she lowered her head and tapped the ground with her toes.
Ye Tingmu patted the stone bench beside him.
"Sit down, I want to tell you something."
"oh......"
Seeing her sit down, Ye Tingmu asked directly: "Didn't you and Fatty go to see the store yesterday? Are you satisfied?"
"Yeah, satisfied."
"Why do I think you're a little weird? Are you hiding something from me?"
When Hua Zhilu heard Ye Tingmu ask her this, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes under the peach blossoms between her eyebrows. She turned her head away, not daring to look at Ye Tingmu's eyes.
"No, nothing happened."
"That's good."
Hua Zhilu chased off a petal.
He lowered his head and asked in a low voice.
"Brother Mu, can I ask you something?"
Ye Tingmu looked at her and said, "You ask?"
Hua Zhilu hesitated for a moment, then suddenly looked up, his eyes full of seriousness.
"Are you guys going to leave Beimang?"
Ye Tingmu did not intend to hide such a thing. Besides, although Hua Zhilu usually did not like to talk, he was certainly not stupid.
You can see it.
He said bluntly, nodding and saying, "Yeah, maybe I'll be leaving in a few days?"
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