[shooting eagle] teacher and wife

Huang Yaoshi originally thought that Lian Qing had planned this job in order to be able to live in Huang's mansion in an upright manner. In fact, it was indeed the case, but he did not expect that this person is also quite accomplished in music theory, so it is no wonder that the always rigorous Huang's father will agree with him to become a teacher.

Lian Qing was sitting on a stone bench, in front of him was a guqin he bought randomly a few days ago.The slender and white index finger strokes the strings flexibly and lightly, and the melodious sound of the piano resounds in the gazebo. Sometimes the sea is broad and the sky is high, and sometimes it is sad and deep.

Huang Yaoshi has heard a lot of music, whether it is Xiao, Qin, or others, what most musicians play is only flashy and vulgar.It's just that there is no trace of emotion or meaning, and the music played with superb skills is dead.Blindly pursuing the superficial situation cannot move people's hearts.It is precisely because of this difference that some people can be entertainers, while others can only be entertainers.

"Okay, the investigators have left, now you can do whatever you want. You can practice martial arts or go back to your study to read." Lian Qing withdrew his hands, and the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, making the scene he created just now The beautiful and moving atmosphere like a dream suddenly shattered like a broken silver mirror.

"In his position, looking for something?" Huang Yaoshi taunted him with what Lian Qing had said before.

"The ancients said: A gentleman's words are hard to follow." Lian Qing relaxed his straight body, propped one hand on the stone table, looked at Huang Yaoshi lazily with his slender eyes, "it's a pity that I am No, a villain can only be called a villain if he repeats himself from time to time.”

"You are quite self-aware." Huang Yaoshi has never seen a person show a kind of complacency when he says he is a villain.He was not mistaken, he was proud of it, and he was not ashamed at all.

"People value self-knowledge. Otherwise, you think I can still live until now." Although you will not be a villain in the future, a gentleman has nothing to do with you. Lian Qing thought to himself funny, "Being a gentleman is too tiring. The whole line is closely monitored by others, and if you make a mistake, you will be accused by thousands of people. As a villain, no matter what others think or think, I don’t have to worry about it.”

"A crooked way."

Huang Yaoshi still doesn't know that he will also become the existence of "creepy way" in his own mouth in the future, and he is even more proud of it than the self-satisfied one.

"Believe it or not, the people killed by my crooked ways are less than those hypocrites who are full of benevolence and morality?" Lian Qing was quite surprised when he said something similar to what someone said in the future. He remembered that this person always After Zhan became famous, his title should be "Dongxie", right?It's not "Dongsheng" or "Dongxian".Or, are some ideas already sprouting but not yet clear?He thought not so sure.

"I thought that after what happened to your grandfather, you would understand that in this world, most people who survive to the end will not be gentlemen." However, this does not prevent him from contributing to the flames.

Listening to Lian Qing's words, Huang Yaoshi was silent at first, but after thinking about it, his black eyes suddenly lit up, dazzling like bright stars.The shackles that had been locked in my heart for many years were released in an instant. In the dark world, brilliant lights rushed in, and after that, there was a bright light.

Even though Huang Yaoshi lived a life of ups and downs when he was young, his education has always been the way of Confucius and Mencius, the way of a monarch and ministers.Even if he vaguely disagrees, the environment still constrains him.

The yearning for an unfettered and free-spirited life brought about by nature made him not want to follow the path paved by others, not want to gain fame, not want to become an official, not want to marry someone he doesn't love, and so on.

It's just that Huang Yaoshi never thought that he not only disagreed with these things, but also hated them and dismissed them.He should have his own thoughts, complete thoughts, not bound by the way of saints, not influenced by the secular public.

Looking at Huang Yaoshi's eyes that gradually became clear and joyful, Lian Qing knew that the sprouted seed was growing into a towering tree in his heart.And he wanted to pour another pot of water on it.

——"You are Huang Yaoshi, and you are only Huang Yaoshi."

So, he said.

Yes, he only needs to be Huang Yaoshi, because he is only Huang Yaoshi.

The boy suddenly smiled.

This was not the first time Lian Qing saw his smile, but it was the first sincere smile he saw.

Smiles can be divided into many types, including a slight smile, a hearty laugh, a sneer, a wild laugh, etc., but Lian Qing didn't know how to describe Huang Yaoshi's smile. It's hard work at his age.

The legendary beauty of the Northern Kingdom, who can win the city with a smile.

And Huang Yaoshi smiled, and the girls in the world bowing down for her should be able to fill a city.

He is still just a young boy, if ten years later, what kind of peerless beauty will he be?

It is simply unimaginable.

No, someone has already described

——The appearance is clear and elegant, the demeanor is graceful and refreshing, and Xiao Shuxuan's posture is as clear as a god.

Regarding these sixteen words, Lian Qing may have doubted whether they were exaggerated before, but today, with just this smile, he can conclude that these words are true.

"Master, thank you."

It was only at this moment that Huang Yaoshi truly admitted that this person was his master.

What is a teacher?

Teachers, preaching, teaching karma, and solving doubts.

Therefore, Lian Qing deserved it.

"I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do, why should I say thank you?"

Lian Qing sprinkled it in the sun.

In the future, if you really understand what I'm thinking and what I'm going to do, maybe you won't say that.

The soft willow branches outside the gazebo are blown by the breeze, and a piece of misty catkins like snow floats down one after another, trying to attract the eyes.

In the pavilion, the young man in white pursed his lips and smiled, and the young man in blue had scorching eyes.

The beautiful spring scene, the beautiful spring time, accompanied by the warm sun, made an unforgettable memory.

With him, and with him.

Ever since Huang Yaoshi flew out of the prison in his mind, he has made rapid progress in learning martial arts, and the name of genius has been perfectly interpreted in him. I can't help but marvel at the Yangtze River, where the waves behind push the waves ahead, and a new generation replaces the old.

Huang Yaoshi is only 13 years old this year.

"I want to learn flute, will the master know how?"

However, one day, Lian Qing thought that Huang Yaoshi, who was addicted to martial arts and had nowhere to go, brought up the matter, and he belatedly realized that he was still receiving a monthly payment from Master Le Li.

Lian Qing touched his left cheek with his hand, and the blooming red lotus had disappeared.

He lived a very comfortable life in Huang's mansion, away from intrigue and conspiracy, taught his apprentices every day, practiced kung fu, and occasionally lay on a deck chair to bask in the sun in his spare time...

He can hardly remember the last time he was so leisurely.

"Yes, but fortunately you want to learn flute, and I happen to only know Xiao and Qin."

That's what I learned from Rong Yue in order to kill boredom when I first hid in Xiaoyao Pavilion.

Later, it was too late to spend time practicing martial arts and fighting for power, so how could he have extra time to learn these skills that were just romance in his eyes.

"However, you have to wait for a few days, and I have to go out of the house once."

The injury has healed, and the internal strength has broken through the fourth floor, it's time.

Yunnan

Under the majestic sunlight, the Yulong Xuefeng, girded with clouds and girded around its waist, is as delicate and charming as if covered with a layer of red tulle.

The inaccessible mountain road was covered with a thick layer of white snow, and Lian Qing skimmed over the snow very quickly, leaving a series of extremely shallow footprints, but these footprints would disappear without a trace the next day.

He came under a side peak, stretched out his hand and spun a certain rock in front of him, and the place buried by snow rose slowly, revealing an exit that only allowed one person to enter and exit.

It turned out that there was a closed stone room hidden in the snow mountain.

The night pearl inlaid above the stone chamber emits bright light, and under the refraction of the surrounding stalactites, the interior is as clearly visible as day.This was originally a mausoleum built for a prince of the Song Dynasty, but the prince was later involved in a conspiracy to usurp the throne, and his bones had long been thrown into the wilderness, so this mausoleum was only built into one room.

After Rong Yue's death, Lian Qing expended financial and material resources to renovate the mausoleum, so that it has what it is today.

With her eyes closed, Rong Yue lay quietly in the transparent coffin made of crystal.

Her eyebrows are like a crescent moon, and her lips are like cinnabar. Her delicate appearance is comparable to that of Luoyang peonies when they are in full bloom. Anyone who takes a look at her will never forget her beauty.

However, no matter how beautiful it is, it is nothing but a corpse.

Lian Qing gently pushed open the coffin lid, put Bing Po into Rong Yue's hands, the cold air from Bing Po permeated around the crystal coffin, he stared at him, his eyes were confused and empty, as if through countless time.

"The morning is a beauty, and the evening is a dry bone. And from now on, you will always be the most beautiful beauty. Sleep at ease, I will definitely do what I promised you."

He stood up, closed the cover, and stood there for a long time before turning around and leaving.

The heavy stone door fell heavily, covering up the stone room bit by bit, and suppressing the complex and deep emotions that appeared in Lian Qing's eyes.

He reached out and took hold of the rock, shattering it inside.

The mechanism was destroyed, which meant that the stone chamber could no longer be opened.

Rong Yue, goodbye.

Lian Qing does not allow himself to have a weakness, even if this weakness is just a dead person.

If you want not to be shaken, you cannot let the enemy seize the opportunity to shake him.

He is such a selfish and ruthless person.

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