refuse to be a teacher

A month later, the southern region was frosty, and it was another year of lonely and early winter.

Along the banks of the Chaoshui River, people come and go, just as the New Year is approaching, the business of the merchants in the surrounding area is booming, and the business is booming, and the noise of shouting and shouting is endless.

Seeing that it is now the lonely time to return home at the end of the year, but for some reason, most of the guest houses lined up by the water are becoming more and more enthusiastic. From the actual experience along the way, it seems that there is a tendency to be overcrowded.

However, if you really want to find out its source, it is actually not a difficult thing that is difficult to guess.

I heard that the well-known Lingtai One-Sword Sect outside the town has recently sold out. At the beginning of the next spring, a new young and promising leader will be elected to replace Mo Fuqiu's original position. At the same time, corresponding The real power will also be solemnly transferred on the day of taking office.

Such a news spread quickly inside and outside the rivers and lakes, which undoubtedly directly exploded the restless place in the Southern Region, which was already undercurrent.

What kind of lofty status does the Lingtai One Sword Sect have in the Middle Earth area?

It is said that the founder of the sect and the sect led soldiers to fight in battle.Even going forward a little further, every one of his previous sects was a righteous man who traveled all over the world, eradicating violence and peace, and continued to Mo Fuqiu's generation, and they have been trying their best to form alliances with the major sects of the outside world. ——So when Yan Jue alone bloodbathed Mount Lingtai, this No. 1 sect with a good reputation in Jianghu received great support from the surrounding allied gangs.

Now that the famous family has changed hands suddenly, the only thought that everyone can have is probably... Mo Fuqiu is dying.

If I say no, I don’t know if it’s really about to die.Anyway, in the bloodbath 16 years ago, Mo Fuqiu and Yan Jue, the mortal enemies, were both severely injured—one limped his legs, and the other simply turned his head white. After losing the beautiful and beautiful wife of the Mo family, the husband who just entered the door disappeared in a blink of an eye, and became a widow at a young age. It is a pity for anyone to see it.

But what is the use of caring about distress?After all, she couldn't go to Lingtai Mountain to tie Mrs. Mo back alive—so, it didn't take long for all the people to discuss in a group, and in the end, those who should have ulterior motives were still hiding in secret. And those idlers, etc., usually hide in some remote corners and spread some far-fetched gossip.

"Once the Lingtai One Sword Sect changes hands, the situation in the world will definitely change! Mo Fuqiu's outstanding demeanor of dominating the southern region has gradually faded. Who will dare to compete with him in the future? ?”

"What is he not handsome? How can he be a crippled man with a lame leg? In my opinion, 17 years have passed, and there are no outstanding junior figures on Lingtai Mountain, except for the deputy Gu. The head of the sect silently set up the whole sect—you said, during the years when Mo Fuqiu fell, what else was there that the deputy head did not do everything by himself?"

"That's right, if the head is elected in the spring of next year, I'll bet that Gu Hebai will become a full-time member!"

"That's right, who else can I choose if I don't choose Gu Hebai? A living person with ability and qualifications is better than that half-dead old cripple by how many times!"

"—Hey, wait a minute! Who said that Gu Hebai will definitely be the head of the sect? Mo Fuqiu has already let go, saying that this time he is looking forward to nurturing new people—he, Gu Hebai, is considered a master." What, the name is not right, can it climb up eagerly?"

"I don't care, Gu Hebai himself has made some harsh words, and is waiting for the day when the leader is selected to make a big move. There are enough surprises for people to see!"

"That's right! I'll bet one or two, and I'll bet on Gu Hebai today!"

"I bet two taels!"

"Then I'll bet... four taels!"

On the riverside wharf, in a small inn that is less than ten miles away from Changxing in the southeast, they were so noisy early in the morning over such a meaningless topic that had nothing to do with them.

The cold wind was blowing on his face, and he couldn't even close these hole mouths that were louder than the sound—no, not long after, he was looking at the bright yellow light in front of him, and the pile of broken silver plates on the table was covered for no reason A copper basin with a round mouth the size of a human face.

"...I'll bet on anyone here, but it's not Gu."

There was a bang on the wooden table, and everyone looked back from the raging quarrel, but saw a young man with clear features standing in the center of the crowd, tall and slender, wearing a gray suit. The robe is wrapped around the waist, which is indescribably debauched/frivolous.

"Here, just look at it, this copper basin is my entire possession." The dexterous knuckles tapped lightly on the glistening basin bottom, crisp and crisp like a gong and drum.

The man raised his eyebrows slantingly, and his upturned peach blossom eyes were filled with an indescribable smile: "I'm convinced that Gu Hebai couldn't climb up, and he fell down!"

Everyone raised their eyes to look at him, and then looked down at the dilapidated little copper basin on the table, thinking that this bastard was here to spoil the situation, without saying a word, they stopped him and sent him out of the gate again and again. waved away:

"Go, go, where did you come from, the little boy, who only disturbs the discussion between us old men? Hurry up, hurry up..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang raised his head again and took a quick glance into the crowd - where is the little boy's figure?When he came, it was like a gust of wind blowing from the sky, leaving no trace when he left. The small copper basin on the table alone had a faint, inconspicuous light, which seemed to be mocking deliberately. It's nothing ordinary, with unbelievable stubble faces all over his face.

——Outside the carved wing room on the second floor, which was half covered by the curtain, Xue Lanyin glanced left and right as if nothing had happened.After a long while, he snorted contemptuously in his nasal cavity, and was about to walk back leisurely, when suddenly there was a whoosh sound from behind, and a freshly roasted chestnut went straight forward and nearly an inch above his head , with a snap, he happened to reach out and take it between his fingers, lowered his head and sniffed lightly, hey... it's still fragrant.

"I asked you to go out and deliver a message, but you're full enough to chat with people...Xue Xiaomao, you're capable."

Under the light of a boundless oil lamp that filled the room, Yan Jue's white hair was covered with frost, his blue robes, and a pair of cool and thin phoenix eyes were silently narrowed just right.