After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

"But I'm also hearing it, and I don't know if it's true or not," Yang Chuan asked curiously, "Brother Song, shouldn't you know the best?"

Master Song got on his horse after saying goodbye to him, and decided to look for a map to find out how to get to Tianguang Temple after returning home.

Since Song Shu is by his side, it is not easy for him to run into Tianguang Temple.Song Shu is so smart, what if he finds out...

Master Song stopped this thought in time.

After a morning of snow, the weather finally cleared.

After returning to the mansion, the two separated for the time being. Master Song remembered to take off the fox fur on his body when he went to wash.

After washing, he put on his robe and went to the study room. After searching for a long time on the shelf, he finally found a scroll depicting the boundaries of the present-day Kyoto.

Just as it was about to unfold, I suddenly heard light footsteps approaching from outside the door, and then came Song Shu's gentle voice: "Is the eldest son in the study?"

A maid who was guarding outside the study answered in a soft voice.

Master Song said, "Little book? Come in."

He originally wanted to hide the scroll in his hand, but then he thought that he was not doing anything shady, just looking at the map, but hiding it was trying to hide it, making people suspicious, and then he didn't move.

So when Song Shu opened the door and entered, he saw Master Song half leaning against the table, lowering his head and staring intently at a picture scroll. He hadn't paid attention to his appearance after washing, and his robe was half untied, revealing lines. Sharp collarbone and Adam's apple, hair half draped over shoulders.

Song Shu was taken aback by his unknowingly flamboyant appearance, and then he quickly looked away and landed on the map in front of him.

"Why did brother come to the study? Didn't he say he wanted to teach me martial arts?"

Master Song raised his eyebrows and said indifferently: "Come and take a look. The road to the school grounds of the guarding camp is quite winding. Let me see where I can take a shortcut."

The reason was right, and Song Shu couldn't ask any questions. He glanced at the map in his hand, and said with a smile: "Brother wants to see the map. This map is too simple. The territory of the Great Zhou is in my heart. Brother wants to ask, wouldn't it be better to ask me?"

Master Song rolled up the drawing and pretended to be surprised: "Really? Then why didn't you tell me on the way back just now? You still took so many detours."

Song Shu smiled: "I think my brother seems to have something on his mind, so don't bother me."

There was a sharp edge in the words between the two of them. Master Song thought he was missing a move, so he didn't accept his words, and tried his best to jump on the point where there was no pitfall in his words: "The territory of the Great Zhou is all in your heart. I believe this, and then Tell me too—which way is better?"

Song Shu slightly nodded and said: "This description is beyond words, why don't you ask my brother to study the ink for me, how about I draw more detailed pictures?"

Master Song was a little surprised, moved two steps away to signal him to sit down, then pushed the paper and ink in front of him, and really helped him grind the ink.

Song Shu took a look at him, picked up the brush and began to draw, the movement of the pen was elegant and free, the traces in the pen flowed freely, and he quickly completed a drawing that was much more detailed than the one just now.

He hadn't finished the painting yet, so he drew another blank sheet of paper. This one was obviously much more complicated, and he finally collected the painting after about half an hour. Master Song helped him collect the inkstone, pen and ink, and glanced at the first painting he had drawn. A picture: "It's good to be detailed, and the route is indeed simple enough. But it can't be said that the territory of the big week is all in the heart, right?"

Song Shu stood up with a slight smile, unfolded the rest of the picture and placed it in front of him.

Master Song scanned it from top to bottom, from left to right, and then said slowly, "It's really powerful."

This picture shows the entire map of Dazhou.

At least as far as he could remember, he couldn't find anything wrong.

It is worthy of being the second son of Song Ziyu, who is well-known in the original text.

Master Song suddenly changed the subject and asked: "So you remember all the moves when I competed with Yang Tongzhi in the camp just now?"

Song Shu: "..."

Master Song said happily: "Come on, let's go to the martial arts arena in the courtyard to practice."

Martial arts is Song Shu's Achilles heel.

No matter how hard Master Song taught, this kind of thing couldn't be done in one day, and haste makes waste. He still had to prepare for the imperial examination, and Master Song didn't push him too hard.

For the next month, the days were uneventful, the weather outside the city gradually turned from cold winter to warmer, and there was a bit of prosperity in spring.

Yang Chuan remembers whether to eat or not to fight. After the one-on-one fight with Master Song that day, he came to his house several times with great interest. Nine out of ten times he was beaten to the ground.

Song shi's proficiency in his own martial arts is getting better day by day, and it's also thanks to him getting more and more courageous in rushing up to be a human-shaped sandbag.

Song Shu also gradually mastered some basic skills. Seeing that Master Song was also busy, he usually found Jing Xiu to practice. Several times, Yang Chuan caught him fighting with Jing Xiu. Yang Chuan didn't take it seriously at first. Talking and laughing, but the more he looked at the back, his face became more serious: "Your junior, this one who is serving as your bodyguard - what kind of martial arts did he learn? I don't think he is flexible in movement, but his foot is very stable, as if looking for There are no openings that can be attacked... How about a real fight?"

Master Song said truthfully: "His martial arts are not as good as mine, but if we really want to fight, the chance that I can hurt him is only five points."

Yang Chuan was shocked.

Every time he fights Master Song, although it takes a long time, he will always be the one who falls first. Hugh's probability is only five points?

Yang Chuan didn't believe in this evil, insisted on playing, and finally got his wish, he fought with Jing Xiu.

Then he lost.

Yang Chuan: "..."

Jing Xiu, who had won, held his sword indifferently and expressed contempt for him: "Our young master has a [-]-[-] chance of hitting me, and the second young master can now have [-]-[-] points, only you—"

He paused: "I didn't even touch me."

Then, when it was over, he brushed off his clothes and hid his achievements and fame.

Yang Chuan was incompetent and furious: "It's clearly your sword that blocked me—the Second Young Master is a scholar, how could I not compare to him!"

Then he fought Song Shu again.

He won.

After finally regaining his confidence, Song Shu suddenly stabbed him on the neck with a backhand.

Yang Chuan said sadly: "Wheel fight! You are still playing tricks!"

"I didn't force you to fight," Song Shu retracted the dagger, spread his hands and smiled, "Haven't you heard a word? Soldiers never tire of deceit."

Master Song said comfortingly: "That's not bad."

Yang Chuan: "..."

These two brothers are a fucking perfect match! ! !

Fortunately, Yang Chuan returned from the fight, and after the fight, he was still a good brother. There were a lot of gossips, and the relationship between the few people gradually became familiar. From this day on, Yang Chuan was no longer obsessed with finding Master Song alone, Chasing and beating Jingxiu every day, vowing to avenge his shame.

As for Song Shu... Forget it, this guy's heart is too dark, he's afraid.

He sometimes comes over to act as a sandbag... Ah no, he comes here to discuss with Master Song and the others, and also to ask Master Song about the current situation of the guarding camp.

Master Song discussed with him several times, and Yang Chuan said regretfully: "If you are willing to take care of this place, you will be no worse than me."

Master Song is really too lazy to take care of it, but he often goes to the moat camp to get acquainted. Occasionally, when he is interested, he will discuss with others and give advice. These soldiers who are increasingly on the right track under Yang Chuan's discipline also Get along with him like a family.

The training plan was not disrupted like in the original book, and Yang Chuan was in charge of the moat camp very smoothly. Master Song saw that the camp seemed to be reborn from the mud, and suddenly felt that his previous thinking was a little wrong.

Bringing the dead back to life is not a dream, someone can really do it.

Day and night, he urges training to rectify discipline. Sometimes he looks at these enthusiastic and lively faces on the school field, and often wonders, is this really just a book?

The people here are all too real, and the days like this are too fulfilling.Even if he persisted in wanting to go back, he couldn't help but feel a little bit reluctant to give up.

But every time he saw Song Shu's face, he would be forced to suppress his thoughts: Even if Song Shu gave up the idea of ​​killing him in the future, what should the original owner of this body do?He passed through, so what about the person who originally belonged to this body?

During this period of time, he also went out twice. The first time he went to Tianguang Temple alone and found the location, but unfortunately he heard that their abbot was not there. The second time he went, the abbot was in retreat, and he had to After waiting for a while, when asked how long it would take, the little monk hesitated and couldn't tell.

Master Song has been very difficult this month. His greatest hope to go back now is the rumored Master Wumin who has supernatural powers and hands and eyes. Take the attitude of preferring to believe what you have, not to believe what you have not.

Seeing that the Song Shu Palace Examination was approaching and there was still no news from Tianguang Temple, Master Song began to feel a little anxious.

In the original book, Song Shu died on the eve of the imperial examination, and missed this important imperial examination. When he came back in this life, he didn't know how much influence he had brought by wearing a book. Will the group of people who came to assassinate Master Song still do it this time? Come, but just in case, when Song Shu mentioned that he wanted to go back early to prepare for the palace examination, Master Song agreed.

There is still half a month before the Chunwei Palace Examination.

If Song Shu went back early, he might be able to avoid the plot of being assassinated while staying with Master Song.

Song Shu seemed a little surprised, but didn't say anything.

During these days, he watched Yang Chuan and Master Song get closer and closer. While watching with cold eyes, he also paid more and more attention to Master Song's every move. The more he watched, the more he felt that he was completely different from the jealous villain in his memory.

He originally wanted to ask Master Song to observe the reality of the dream, but later many small events around him proved that the dream was not wrong. If it was a dream, he believed it was also a prophetic dream.

Then why are the two deadly rivals who were supposed to fight to the death, but now they are good brothers hooking up shoulder to shoulder?

Thinking about learning from Jing Xiu that Master Song went to Tianguang Temple several times but didn't see the abbot he wanted to see, Song Shu's eyes darkened even more.

He wants to see Master Wumin, what is he going to do?

Master Song didn't expect that it was Jing Xiu, a stubborn and simple-minded person who finally revealed the news. He was idly flipping through the ancient books on the shelf. endlessly.

Song Shu was about to leave this afternoon, and this was a servant helping to pack things.

Jing Xiu caught a pigeon and jumped in through the window—this cool-looking handsome boy insisted that he was handsome only if he didn’t go through the main entrance. Master Song was used to him jumping out of the window from time to time.

He supported the bamboo hat on his head, took a small note from the fat pigeon's paw in his hand, and handed it to Master Song: "Young master, the master uncle told you."