Suo Jinling

The thunder rolls and the five thunders hit the top...

There were dark clouds in the sky, blocking most of the daylight.

Lan Jingming couldn't get off the tiger, he was fixed on the spot, he couldn't move left and right, several girls with their shoulders half exposed, gathered towards him one after another, he really couldn't escape, so he had to slide down and fell into the water with a plop.

The pool is warm and dizzy to the touch, and it really has the effect of relieving fatigue. After entering the water, he made a surprised look, hurriedly swam to the shore, looked up and looked at people anxiously: "I came out in such a hurry, but I didn't tell the young master. Before he left, he asked me to stay in the room and didn't allow me to go anywhere, so please tell the young master about it, lest he can't find me when he comes back."

The four maidservants frowned upon hearing the words, not knowing what to do. Madam asked them to come and serve them, so they naturally did not dare to neglect, but the young master's rebelliousness is well known to everyone. It is really possible to make a big fuss, the master and wife are naturally not afraid, but if they take their anger out on them, they will not be able to bear it.

Several people discussed it, one of them went back the same way to find the young master at the master's place, the other went to get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and left a note for the young master, and the other two maidservants packed up the soft things by the river, twisted the wet towels and put them on the stone, Lan Jingming coughed twice, and stretched out his arms: "This pool is a little hot, the two sisters should pull me up."

The two maidservants hurriedly stretched out their hands to pull him, Lan Jingming protruded half of his collarbone, pretended to be slipping under his feet, and pulled him back suddenly, the two of them cried out in surprise, and fell into the water one after another, Lan Jingming reached out without a trace, just listened With two clicks, the two of them floated limply in the river, they were pushed to the bank by him, and they lay down together under the tree.

The cloth towels they brought were long enough to cover their bodies. Lan Jingming shook out the cloth towels and draped them over their bodies. It was warm and pleasant here with a gentle breeze. Even if they slept for a while, they shouldn't catch a cold.

Lan Jingming looked around, fell into the pool with a splash, and swam up the stream, all the way to the source.

He recalled what the old Tuzhen had told him before, that some places were called geomantic treasure lands because they were born with spirituality. In spring, it is warm and nourishing, and it can make people reborn. Lan Jingming swam in the water for a while, without feeling tired at all, and just wanted to swim to the end of time.This stream is obviously in the general's mansion, but it has nine bends and eighteen bends. I don't know where it leads. There was no difference. He swam around in circles. The flowers, trees, grasses, and trees seemed to be everywhere, but he didn’t seem to be anywhere. He was tired from swimming and lay down on the shore, just wanting to rest for a while. There were footsteps in the distance, his heart shook, he took a long breath silently, and dived into the water.

"I just heard some movement here." The two men were wearing armor and came from far and near, looking around, "But a small beast broke in?"

"What kind of bird or rabbit is it?" another person replied, "Mr. that mansion broke in by mistake last time, and I almost killed him. , no matter who is killed on the spot, there is no need to ask him for orders, presumably ordinary people would not dare to come."

The two stepped across the grass and went to inspect the distance. Lan Jingming held his breath tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was almost dying in the water. He was cautious until the voice became farther and farther away and could no longer be heard clearly. He floated up and swam slowly close to the shore. He didn’t know the direction when he came to this place, but it was much easier when he went back. He thought that the girls should have woken up when he returned, but when he swam to the shore, the two girls were still there. Lying under the tree, with no signs of waking up, Lan Jingming breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly changed into dry clothes, lay down beside them, and pretended to be resting.

After lying like this for a while, the other two girls came back and saw them sleeping under the tree, so they hurriedly woke them up. The two under the tree were sleepy and confused about what happened. Lan Jingming gave them a wink, which meant that they fell into the water and slipped In a coma, being sent to the shore by himself, the two girls blushed a lot, and they couldn't tell the truth in front of their companions, so they had to half push and half admit it, saying that they had taken care of the young master and concubine.

Lan Jingming escaped a catastrophe, relieved most of the burdens in his heart, and followed them to the martial arts arena to look for Chen Jing. The martial arts arena is to the west of the general's mansion. Several maidservants have been busy, some returned to his wife to serve, and some went to use it by themselves After dinner, Lan Jingming was standing outside the martial arts arena, watching Chen Jing face off against others, every move and every style was vigorous, compared to when he was in the forest before... I don't know how much he has improved.

What Chen Jing used seems to be inner family kung fu, which has been passed down from generation to generation, and he is born with a stronger foundation than ordinary people. Moreover, this move is soft and flexible, and it is not as rough and rigid as himself. It must be taught with great concentration.

Lan Jingming watched obsessively, and also wanted to learn a move, but he didn't notice the movement around him. After an unknown amount of time, a sentence sounded in his ear: "Since you want to learn, let's follow Ah Jing to learn."

There was a thunderstorm in the sky, and Lan Jingming woke up suddenly. He still hadn't forgotten his identity, so he squeezed his throat subconsciously, "Little girl, cough, my little girl is inexperienced, just curious."

He only felt that his sound was really embarrassing, almost like a chicken crowing, He Zhongyin turned half of his body, leaned against the fence of the martial arts field, tilted his head and lazily said: "Then you have to concentrate on practicing, Ah Jing is still practicing , no one grinds ink for me, so you just accept this job."

Lan Jingming didn't dare to look up at all.

He had warned himself the day before that he should focus on finding the dragon's veins and not think about anything else, but Mr. Qingshan was standing beside him, and the sandalwood was wafting faintly. Stiff as wood, it creaked when it moved.

He Zhongyin glanced at him, Shi Shiran walked in front, Lan Jingming moved his hands and feet stiffly, followed others into the small building, entered the study room and stood by the table, his neck drooping in a daze, his mind was blank, and he couldn't speak up.

In front of Ah Jing, Lan Jingming moved freely, he could say whatever he wanted, and do whatever he wanted, but in front of this gentleman, his soul dissipated, and all he wanted was to approach this man, lie on his lap, let He... touched his head.

It seems that in front of this person...you can let go of your guard and get a good night's sleep.

"Grind the ink," He Zhongyin spread out the rice paper, and turned his eyes to the ink cartridge, "Stand there as an ink block."

Lan Jingming felt like he had just woken up from a dream, he frantically reached for his hands, grabbed the ink block and rubbed it twice, his hands were immediately blurred.

He Zhongyin swept over and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lan Jingming was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, so he quickly bowed his waist and studied the ink carefully in circles. The few random strokes he wrote in the morning helped a lot, and he managed to put on a good look so that he wouldn't be too ugly.

He Zhongyin wet the brush, and brushed like a snake on the rice paper. Lan Jingming quietly raised his eyes to take a look. His eyes were about to fall on the paper. He Zhongyin wrote with ecstasy. He went to pick it up, and the next moment his wrist was pinched, his pulse was pinched, and there were almost red marks.

dong dong.

dong dong.

dong dong.

The fingers on the wrist bones were like eagle claws, grasping the prey and refusing to let go, Lan Jingming stood there in a daze, as if cold water had been poured on his head, the coolness penetrated into the lungs layer by layer, freezing the muscles and bones into a ball.

Chen Jing practiced in the sun, sweating profusely from the heat, and the study room was as cold as a cellar, and the chill spread.

"You are good at martial arts," He Zhongyin's lips curled slightly, and his fingertips moved on Lan Jingming's veins little by little, "this little friend, why did you pretend to be mediocre in martial arts, and entered the mansion as a woman, and stayed with Ah Jing?" beside?"