[Full-time master] Let go of that scholar!

Huang Shaotian and Lan He hurriedly set off on the road, and their destination was Okra Town, ten miles away from the foot of the mountain.

Going down the mountain to buy food is not an easy job. Biyan Peak is steep and dangerous. While giving Blue Rain Village the greatest natural protection, it also limits their communication.The mountain roads are rugged and impassable for horses and vehicles, and you can only rely on your legs to go up and down the mountain on weekdays. Ordinary people may not be able to complete the one-way trip in a day, not to mention the need to carry a load back and forth.

Fortunately, both of them are martial arts practitioners, so this distance is not a problem, and even because Huang Shaotian was worried when he was on the road, his footsteps were more than twice as fast as usual.

It's just that Lan He, who was slightly inferior in martial arts, found it very difficult for him to trot all the way behind Huang Shaotian.In addition, he was carrying a bunch of large and small panniers for shopping, and his panting appearance looked particularly delicate.

"Quick, quick, quick! Lan He, why are you so slow! Let you exercise more and everyone likes to be lazy, so you can't keep up with the rhythm at critical moments! This weak and unruly appearance will suffer in a fight of."

Huang Shaotian murmured "Weak Weak Weak Weak", and Lan He, who felt aggrieved, couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "It's because I'm too weak, it's because the Young Village Master is too strong."

Most people who practice martial arts have excellent hearing, so this low-pitched complaint naturally did not escape Huang Shaotian's ears: "This is wrong, weak is weak, so there are no excuses. When you meet an enemy, how can they tell you who they are?" Whoever is strong is weak, and you will not be given three points just because you are weak, if you can't beat you, you can only be beaten or even die!"

After Huang Shaotian finished speaking in a serious manner, he still took the initiative to reach out to pick up the pannier on Lan He's body: "Come, let me pick it up, save your energy and hurry."

At this moment, Lan He didn't pretentiously talk to him about "the difference between a master and a servant, and the duty of a servant", and very cooperatively handed over the basket—mainly because his physical strength really couldn't keep up. In order to be able to keep up with this young village chief who is too energetic, he really can't care too much about it.

Just looking at this young man who was a year or two younger than himself, walking so fast without any disorder in his breath, and even able to spare his energy to preach to him, Lan He really felt that he couldn't express it: like How many martial arts geniuses like Huang Shaotian are there in the world?And for these people with mediocre qualifications, ten years of hard training is nothing more than a matter of Huang Shaotian's laughter--not to mention that Huang Shaotian has always been terribly serious about this matter, and he has never just regarded martial arts as a playful trick. With a talent that stands out from the crowd, he has practiced a little harder than most people.

Genius plus hard work, trying to keep up with his pace is really not something ordinary people can do.

The two trekked all the way, and it was almost time to reach Okra Town.It was the time when the sun was at its most venomous, Lan He hoarsely wanted to go to the tea stand to get some moisturising, but Huang Shaotian looked at Nan Fang and waved his hand to reject his proposal.

The well-built young man couldn't wait to stuff the large and small piles of backpacks hanging on his body into Lan He's arms, and ran directly to the south of the town without wanting to rest for a quarter of an hour: "Lan He, take your time!" Go shopping! Choose what you want to buy slowly and don’t be in a hurry! The weather is too hot and I’ll go to the south to find a shady place to avoid the heat. After you’ve bought everything, check to see if there’s anything missing before coming to me, you know? If you are looking for me, you have to look for other places first. If you really don’t see me, come to Ningyuan Academy, you must remember, otherwise I will tell Dad Wei that you take me to the flower building..."

Huang Shaotian's figure gradually ran away, and his voice gradually disappeared. Lan He stood there and looked at the pile of backpacks in his arms, dumbfounded: Didn't I come to help him purchase? Is there anything the bad guys can take advantage of?Why did the people disappear as soon as they arrived in the town?And threatened him not to be a light bulb?It's completely different from the script! ! !

Lan He wants to cry but has no tears.

Ningyuan Academy is located in the southernmost part of the town, and its scale is small. Because it is relatively remote, the environment is quite quiet.There are not many scholars in the town, and there are only seven or eight students in the whole college, only one Mr. Yu Wenzhou.He taught during the day and lived in the academy at night. He lived a clean life, and he felt a bit indifferent to the world.

Running from the south of the city to the north of the city, Huang Shaotian spent an incense stick of effort.From a long distance away, he saw that half-new, not old ocher-painted gate, and the words "Ningyuan Academy" on the plaque on the upper end were shining golden in the sunlight. Huang Shaotian was dazzled when he looked up, and he grinned. ,arrive.

Avoiding the main entrance, he walked around to the back wall, looked around, and when he was sure that no one was paying attention to him, Huang Shaotian used the cover of the shade of the trees to climb over the wall, deftly.He quietly landed in the courtyard, bowed his head and walked quietly to the window, and Yu Wenzhou's warm and jade-like voice was heard in his ears.

"...Sitting by the window alone listening to the wind and rain, the rain beats the plantain and weeps..."

Huang Shaotian poked his head out quietly, and peeked at the slightly thin figure through the window sill, wearing a frost-colored long gown, which seemed to restrain him a little from the scorching summer heat.Also at this moment, he is holding a book and concentrating on telling his students poems that Huang Shaotian can't understand. His handsome facial features are delicately unfolded on that fair face, as if covered with a layer of light. Generally sacred and inviolable, Huang Shaotian looked a little dumbfounded: Even though he has had countless blind dates and met so many girls, there is no one who can be better-looking than Mr. Yu.

Yu Wenzhou has a gentle personality, and no matter what he does, he always looks calm, as if there is nothing worthy of his special attention in his eyes, and he always pays attention to how to deal with people and things, and Huang Shaotian can't learn these things. Come calmly.

Although he couldn't learn it, it didn't stop him yearning for it.

Every time Huang Shaotian came to the town, he would come to the academy to listen to Yu Wenzhou's lectures. He liked his gentleness, and he knew that all the young wives and girls around here liked to hang out in the academy when they had nothing to do. Add a few words.And when they were talking to Yu Wenzhou, Huang Shaotian had never felt the blushing cloud on their faces—at least those girls who were on a blind date with him had never shown this kind of look to him.

It would be great if he could be like this Mr. Yu, and Father Wei would no longer have to worry about him not being able to marry a wife.

Huang Shaotian sighed again.

Although it was very light, Yu Wenzhou still heard it.

He raised his eyes and looked out of the window calmly. Under the sun, the bright-eyed and white-toothed boy was wearing a navy blue brocade suit, with large swaths of raven patterns looming, and his jet-black hair was tied with a moon-white ribbon. His eyes were blurred and he didn't know where to look. The two unrefined sword eyebrows seemed to have ripples at this moment, blending with the withered vines and old trees on the background cloth.

An ethereal picture scroll that looks like a dream.

"That's all for today." Yu Wenzhou smiled and closed the book in his hand, ending today's class early.

The noise in the quiet classroom gradually rose, the movement of everyone clearing up their books and the sound of saying goodbye to Yu Wenzhou intertwined, awakening Huang Shaotian who was in a dream.He subconsciously raised his eyes to look in the direction of the sun, a little surprised that today's class ended unexpectedly early.

Huang Shaotian was alone in the shadows outside the window, a little embarrassed.Now that class is over, it seems inappropriate for him to stay here, but if he is allowed to leave like this, he feels reluctant.

There were fewer and fewer people, until watching the last student leave, Huang Shaotian still reluctantly stood where he was, refusing to leave.He was quite embarrassed about how to deal with the current situation, and turned to see what Mr. Yu was doing, but when he turned around, he saw the Lord standing three feet away and looking at him with a smile.

Huang Shaotian called out "Mr. Yu" reflexively, and then he heard the gentle and jade-like male voice say to him: "I remember you said, your name is Huang Shaotian, right?"