Farming and reading lady

The brother and sister continued shopping while chewing on dried sweet potatoes. The frontier has its advantages. Here you can buy many things that are not available in your own country. By the evening, the brother and sister had returned home with a lot of things.

Back at the Wo Ning Building, Shopkeeper Liao seemed to be hesitant to speak, but he did not take the initiative to speak. In this case, Gu Xixian pretended not to see it. After the group gathered and had dinner, they went back to their rooms to rest. The next morning, Gu Xixian handed an unsealed letter to Shopkeeper Liao and clasped his fists, saying, "I'll trouble Shopkeeper Liao to give this to your ancestor. And thank you for your warm hospitality these days, Shopkeeper Liao. The mountains and rivers remain unchanged, and we will meet again in the future."

"Ah, this..." Shopkeeper Liao was confused. Yesterday, the ancestors had instructed to treat them well, and today they were leaving. Did the ancestors know about this?

Gu Xixian and his companions did not wait for Manager Liao to make further arrangements. Instead, they clasped their fists, mounted their horses, and galloped away.

Shopkeeper Liao looked at the letter in his hand. The envelope was open, but he didn't dare to read it. He hurriedly gave a few instructions to the shop assistants and went to look for his ancestor in a hurry.

The old man was lying on the recliner, took the letter from him, and asked in disbelief, "You said they have left?"

Liao Xing nodded: "Yes, Miss Gu told me to give you the letter and then left directly. It seems that she went towards the city gate."

The old man calculated the time. It had been more than two quarters of an hour since Liao Xing came here. Even if he hurried, he might not be able to catch up. He did not speak again, but silently opened the letter. The thin and strong handwriting vaguely showed its graceful style. The words reminded him of the little girl who was small but unyielding. But he only took a glance and jumped up from the chair. Then his body swayed as if he could not stand steadily, and the hand holding the letter shook violently, as if the letter would fall in the next second.

His face turned pale, his eyes shrank, and he murmured to himself, "I was wrong. I was wrong."

Liao Xing, who was standing by, was frightened. He didn't know what was written in the letter, which could make the ancestor who could not change color even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him so emotional. He wanted to think about it, but he didn't dare to. He just paid close attention to the old man's actions, fearing that if something happened, he would not be able to live even if he had ten lives.

After a while, he fell back into the chair weakly: "Notify the branch hall masters to come back. I have something urgent to say."

Liao Xing looked at the old man worriedly, nodded and retreated. Since he had participated in all these years, this was the first time that the ancestor had issued a general call to action. He didn't know what had happened, but what was certain was that it had something to do with Gu Xixian and the others.

Although all the people of Ning'an Guard were in Northern Frontier, it was not possible to gather them all in one day, after all, there were several cities in Northern Frontier. Three days later, the heads of the various branches of Ning'an Guard gathered in the private school meeting room where Gu Xixian had participated in the literary competition that day.

Everyone waited quietly for the old man to speak. The old man silently took out a letter and handed it to the person next to him: "Pass it around, everyone have a look, and we can talk about other things after you've finished reading it."

Everyone's expressions changed from curiosity at the beginning to surprise after receiving the letter. It was hard to describe, or perhaps there were too many other complicated emotions. In short, their faces were not very good.

"Grandfather, was this letter really written by that person? Wasn't it said that the person was less than ten years old?" someone asked doubtfully.

"You don't have to doubt the authenticity. Just tell us what you really think." The old man leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, hiding the excessive emotions in his eyes.

The third hall master said nonchalantly: "Isn't this just right? She doesn't want us, and we don't want to follow her either."

"That's right, ancestor, isn't this exactly what we want?" the fifth hall master continued.

The old man secretly sneered in his heart. If it was really that simple, why would he call them together? Seeing that others were still about to speak, he raised his hand to stop them and said, "Ning Yi, get up and read this letter from beginning to end to everyone. I hope you will use your brains, listen carefully and attentively before you speak."

"Yes, ancestor." Ning Yi, the head of the Ning'an Guard of this generation, took the letter again and began to read the letter in a steady voice with a complicated heart. "First question for you: What is private guard? Private means belonging to an individual and is a personal property; guard means protection. Private guards are those who only follow the orders of the master and protect him. Second question for you: What is the nature of Ning'an Guard? The ancestors of the Gu family, with the permission of Taizu, set up a thousand private guards and named them Ning'an. Third question for you: What is the first rule of Ning'an Guard? Private guards are dead soldiers. When the master is alive, they must protect the master three points. Third question, where is the Ning'an Guard? You are the private guards of my Gu family. You have been eating my Gu family's money for hundreds of years, but you are not loyal to my Gu family and have never helped my Gu family when they were in trouble. "Gu Family, when my Gu Family was poor, the slaves bullied the masters. As private guards, I ask you, who gave you the means to take the masters? I have only heard that private guards are loyal to their masters. When the masters are weak, the guards protect them. When the masters are strong, the guards follow them. The masters can be abandoned, but the guards cannot betray them. The Gu Family has provided you with a hundred years of cultivation, but I never thought that what they raised was nothing more than a group of ungrateful wolves. You bully me for my youth. I despise you as bandits. I disdain you as disloyal and unrighteous people. You are nothing but worn-out shoes to me, and I am not ashamed to own them. However, you use my Gu Family's resources for a hundred years and limit you to repay the Gu Family's kindness within one year. From then on, we will forget each other in the arena, and our kindness and righteousness will be severed. Don't bully me for my youth and try to wipe out the Gu Family's kindness. I tell you, if I don't want to do something, you will never escape in the underworld. You can also regard this as a joke. The road ahead is long, so just wait and see..."

"Ancestor, the emperor is far away and the sky is high. What kind of waves can a little girl cause? As she said herself, it's nothing but a joke." The third hall master obviously didn't take it to heart.

The old man didn't even look at him, but said to Ning Yi and An Yi: "Tell me what you two think."

The Third Hall Master felt that he had been slapped in the face by his ancestor, and he was so bored that he kept silent. He really didn't dare to say anything.

"Young master, what you said makes sense." Ning Yi had a trace of guilt on his face. He was a member of the Ning branch of the first Ning Anwei. Loyalty was engraved in his bones, and he had never had the intention of betrayal.

An Yi is a member of the An family. Although he is a bit impulsive, his heart is similar to Ning Yi. He said in a rough voice, "Master is right. I will not be a disloyal and ungrateful person. I will definitely follow you. What does it matter if you are young? You have passed both the martial arts and civil examinations. You are so young and promising, you are both good at martial arts and civil arts. What are you doing?"

The old man did not comment on what the two said. He just glanced around again and continued to ask, "Where are the others?"