In the lonely mountains.

The weather is refreshing, and in the courtyard of a house, there is almost no place to stay. Large eyeless sieves made of bamboo and large wicker dustpans are all filled with dried red peppers, which are bright red.

In the corridor under the eaves, Zhu Lian was lying on a lounge chair, closing his eyes to relax and shaking his cattail leaf fan gently.

Cen Yuanji finished walking along the mountain path today and came here to sit for a while.

She liked chatting with Mr. Zhu, not only because Zhu Lian took her up the mountain and led her on the road to martial arts. On Luolu Mountain, Cen Yuanji also regarded Mr. Zhu as his only relative and elder.

The old gentleman would often advise her to go down the mountain more often and go back to her home in Zhoucheng to see her parents, saying that even if she was urged to get married, she should not be impatient, let alone use Luolu Mountain as a place to hide and be quiet.

There are some things that cannot be avoided. Even if you can avoid the current troubles, you cannot avoid the regrets in the future.

The most futile effort in life is nothing more than regret.

A wanderer in a foreign land is like a wandering paper kite. Only the longing in his heart becomes the thread. If a person has no nostalgia for his family and hometown, he has really become a paper kite with a broken thread. Then all the joys and sorrows are the thread.

The old man said that Cen Yuanji was lucky because he was so close to his hometown. It was only a few steps back home. However, being close also brought worries about being close.

The reason why Cen Yuanji likes to have heart-to-heart conversations with Mr. Zhu is probably because the old man talks things out rationally and never puts on the airs of his elders. He must make sure that the younger generation listens to the truth right away.

Zhu Lianxiao asked: "Yuanji, how many punches have you accumulated over the years?"

Cen Yuanji replied: "As of the beginning of spring this year, we have reached two million punches, and we have stopped counting since then."

Zhu Lian asked again: "Why don't you count? Do you think it's boring to remember this, or do you suddenly forget it one day and then you are too lazy to count?"

Cen Yuanji said honestly: "Remember this deliberately, it is easy to get distracted when practicing boxing. It seems that practicing boxing is just for numbers."

Zhu Lian nodded, "Very good. Young master once told me privately that when Miss Cen doesn't deliberately remember the number of punches, that's when her boxing skills come into play."

Cen Yuanji said: "Shanzhu's talent in boxing is indeed much better than mine."

She had to hold her nose and admit it.

Zhu Lian asked: "What else?"

Cen Yuanji shook his head honestly and said: "No more."

Zhu Lian laughed and said: "People, they all like the people they like and hate the people they hate."

It's a convoluted statement.

But Cen Yuanji is not stupid and can understand clearly.

Cen Yuanji explained: "I don't hate Shanzhu Chen. He is quite good, but his first impression was a bit bad and I really didn't like him. Later on in the mountain, I didn't pay much attention to Shanzhu. In fact, I didn't like him very much.

I know what to say when we meet."

"understand."

Zhu Lian nodded, "Yuanji, to be honest, the young master has always been very optimistic about your boxing skills. If I didn't know that you wouldn't agree, I would be worried that you would think too much about it, and the young master would want it."

I accept you as my direct disciple, um, just like that Zhao Shuxia. The young master’s optimism is not because he thinks you or Zhao Shuxia will have high martial arts achievements in the future, but because he just thinks that the martial arts on Luolu Mountain are pure

There are two types, one based on the boxing technique and the other based on the heart. The former is about fisting the body, understanding the principles of boxing, and mastering the boxing technique very quickly. The latter is relatively inconspicuous, perseveres, and does not care about other people's opinions and sights."

Cen Yuanji was a little surprised and hummed slightly, "The mountain master's idea is quite good."

Cen Yuanji sat behind a bamboo chair beside the corridor, and the cattail leaf fan in Zhu Lian's hand shook a little more.

Zhu Lian murmured with a smile: "The willows in the post are yellow, the streams are green, people are like green mountains, and the heart is like water. The green mountains stand as straight as strings, but there are still ins and outs. Life is isolated and absent-minded, how sad it is."

Cen Yuanji felt a little sad just listening to it.

Zhu Lian turned around and smiled: "Yuan Bao likes Cao Qinglang, right?"

Cen Yuanji suppressed laughter and nodded: "She likes Cao Qinglang very much, but she doesn't know how to say it. Anyway, every time Cao Qinglang is looking at the door and reading a book, Yuanbao will deliberately speed up his pace and hurriedly turn around to climb the mountain to practice boxing."

Zhu Lian continued: "So that boy Yuan Lai secretly likes you, do you secretly know that?"

Cen Yuanji blushed slightly, "I know, I know, but I don't like him."

Zhu Lian put down his cattail leaf fan and said softly: "It is difficult for those who watch the sea to be embarrassed by the water, and it is difficult for those who are infatuated to be sentimental."

"The pain and joy of love between a man and a woman is just that the person you love becomes the person you remember, or the person you love becomes the person you sleep with."

As for Cen Yuanji, even if the words are the same, they have completely different meanings when spoken by Mr. Zhu and Zheng Dafeng.

One is a kind old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, and the other is a dirty child who can't control his eyes. Fortunately, Zheng Dafeng is still evil-hearted but not courageous, and he never treats her rudely.

Cen Yuanji suddenly said: "The mountain master is going on a long trip again."

Zhu Lian snorted and said slowly: "If one person is busy, the world will be free."

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There are more and more people working as shopkeepers in the two shops in Qilong Lane.

Shi Rou, the acting shopkeeper of the New Year's Shop, and Zhou Junchen, nicknamed Ah Man, had a white-haired boy named Kong Hou not long ago.

The acting shopkeeper of the Caotou shop next door is the blind old Taoist priest Jia Sheng, an old immortal from the Longmen Realm. In addition to a pair of masters and apprentices, Zhao Denggao and Tian Jiuer, there is also a girl named Cui Huahua, who claims to be Cui Dongshan's sister.

, almost made Chen Lingjun laugh to death.

Chen Lingjun finished chatting with Brother Bai at the pavilion today, then wandered all the way to the small town, walked into the New Year's Eve shop with great swagger, and greeted with a big smile: "Old girl Honghou!"

Kong Hou, who was nicknamed "old girl" by Chen Lingjun, was the Taoist priest who had ascended to the realm of being transformed into an alien demon with a childlike appearance, and was the Taoist priest of Wu Shuangjiang who was expelled from the palace at the age of one.

For the time being, the white-haired boy is still a disciple of the outer sect of Luopo Mountain, helping out as a handyman in the shop here.

It gave itself a pseudonym, called Konghou.

But how could Chen Lingjun know what kind of status this young, white-haired short winter melon was in, what his background was, and who his backers were.

I only know that it was a little girl's film that my master picked up on his travels. Chen Lingjun had his own little plans. Pei Qian and Xiao Mili were not in a good state when they were brought back to the town by their master.

At this moment, the white-haired boy had his back to Chen Lingjun and was chewing a piece of pastry in his mouth. He held two pieces in each hand and stared at a large piece of cake.

Busy now.

I have no time to pay attention to the kid in green who is making noises.

Ah Ma looked at the white-haired boy who was only slightly better than a thief. The child was quite resentful and was no longer a mute. "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to keep accounts and keep accounts. That's all she can do."

When will the salary be able to make up for the hole? The owner of the mountain is only rich but not grand. He likes to come here every once in a while to check the accounts. In the end, it is not as hard as our shopkeeper."

Ah Ma was still angry, "It still makes a noise while eating, but it doesn't make a sound when eating. It's considered a skill."

Sister Shi Rou got up early every day and worked hard to earn some money. Originally it could be turned into a lot of scraps of silver, but in the end, a heartless person came and it became a debt figure on the account book.

Besides, this little girl seems to have something wrong with her brain. She often runs in circles in the backyard by herself, raising her arms and shouting something like "Ancestor Yin Guan, powerful in the world, martial arts unparalleled", "Ancestor Yin Guan,... Unparalleled in handsomeness and invincible in swordsmanship"...

Ah Man had long wanted to take her to see a doctor.

The white-haired boy heard the little mute's complaint. Instead of turning a deaf ear, he deliberately shook his head.

Ah Ma was so angry that he wanted to argue with her. If he hadn't seen her as a little girl, he would have punched her... and would have to pay for the medicine.

Shi Rou smiled and said: "We are all our own people, why do we care about these things?"

When Chen Lingjun heard that this little mute dared to make irresponsible remarks to his master, he was so angry that he put his hands on his hips and glared: "Zhou Junchen, be careful what you say. I know your master and have been with her for a lifetime. Your master And you know all the butchers in the town, so you can weigh it yourself."

Ah Man chuckled: "You know my master? I also know my master's master. What happened if I said something carelessly? Are you going to hit me?"

Apart from anything else, there is one thing about Luopo Mountain that is the best. Realm and all, it doesn't matter at all.

Shi Rou touched the child's head and said softly: "Don't say angry words in the family."

In fact, up and down the Luolu Mountain, Shi Rou was not afraid of anyone. The only person he was afraid of was Cui Dongshan. He was really capable of saying all kinds of weird and damaging things, such as... walking a bird.

But that was something I couldn't bear to look back on. Things have gotten much better over the years, especially when the mountain master is in his hometown, Cui Dongshan always smiles at everyone.

Cui Dongshan brought his younger sister Cui Huahua back last time, and also gave Shi Rou a sandalwood comb with a three-character inscription, Missing Beauty.

Ah Ma stepped on the small stool and lay on the counter. He stretched out a hand with a straight face and said to Chen Lingjun: "Don't lie to me. If you can, help her pay off her debt. Then you can eat as much as you like, whether you like it or not." Yes, I'll make it myself. If you think it doesn't taste good, you can scold me no matter what."

Chen Lingjun raised his sleeves and said, "Damn it, Uncle Chen has been through a lot of ups and downs in his life. Several baskets are not full, but he doesn't care to talk about it. The only thing he has never had trouble with is money. Tell me, how much money?!" "

The white-haired boy turned his head, his cheeks bulging, and said vaguely: "No, it's just a debt, but it doesn't mean I won't pay it back. It's better to owe someone money than a favor."

Chen Lingjun came to the white-haired boy. If the big white goose hadn't revealed the secret, he wouldn't have been able to tell that it was a little girl.

The little girl’s name was not Zhilan before.

Then Chen Lingjun became unhappy, and after some hard talking, he asked her to change her name to Konghou.

"Old girl, please listen to Brother Chen's advice. When choosing a name for a little girl, it's best not to have a cursive character in it."

In the past years, when the palace was removed from the palace, the female official was naturally named Feng Shou.

Her most beloved thing is a harp, in the shape of a dragon and a phoenix, with golden tassels and green algae.

The white-haired boy's cheeks were bulging and he said vaguely: "Don't say it, old girl, old girl. It sounds very unpleasant. Please change your words quickly."

Chen Lingjun was puzzled: "But you didn't take the lead. Let me call you brother. I really can't say it out loud."

The white-haired boy said angrily: "Go aside."

Chen Lingjun had no choice but to go to the shop next door to meet Brother Jia for a drink.

Brother Jia is full of theories in the world, and he can say that those who follow the trend of the crowd will only spread it in the face of dignity.

Since ancient times, people have been so busy that they need to take some time off from their busy schedules. He also said that he was once a handsome and elegant man, but it was a pity that he lived a dissolute life at an early age and did not know that the world would be difficult.
To be continued...