i have a sword fairy

Chapter 68 The Lin Brothers
Inside a carriage that was being urged towards Lanxi.

In the darkness, a man with a tense body suddenly slumped backwards, leaning loosely on the velvet back pillow.

A hand sticks out, groping on the wall of the car.

The next second, the hand forced open the curtain, and the small casement suddenly lit up, making the interior of the car bright and clear.

Lin Qingxuan tilted his head and looked out the window, it was Lanxi where he grew up.

The carriage passed the crowd who were queuing to submit name stickers to Lanxi Lin, passed them directly, and slowly drove into the manor.

When the car stopped, Lin Qingxuan wiped the sweat from his head hastily, took a deep breath, and hurriedly got out of the car, hurriedly looking for the young helm of the Lanxi Lin family.

The fire is urgent, and it is urgent.

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The sunset is Dongshan, and the dusk is evening.

Zhao Rong smiled and said goodbye to Lin Wenruo. At the fork in the gallery, the two were about to separate.

Suddenly a figure came from the shadow of a tall building not far to the left.

Zhao Rong looked curiously.

Lin Wenruo, who had his back to the figure, saw Zhao Rong's gaze turned behind him, and couldn't help but turn his head.

At dusk, the light was dim, and the figure walked slowly in the shadows.

Zhao Rong took a few glances at the person who came. Although his face was a little unclear in the darkness, his body and gait were familiar. He recognized who it was and glanced at Lin Wenruo subconsciously.

I saw Lin Wenruo no longer had the smile he had when he just said goodbye, and looked at the person with a serious face, frowning slightly.

The man in the shadow was about to step into the setting sun where Zhao Rong and the other two were. He spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "Lin Wenruo, I..."

"What do you call me?" Lin Wenruo asked coldly.

"...Patriarch, I have something...Can I let him go first?" In the shadows, the man seemed to tilt his head and looked in the direction of Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, and was about to turn around and leave first, without interfering with the brothers.

But a voice sounded immediately and stopped him.

"Is there anything you can't let Ziyu know?"

Lin Wenruo said impatiently, "Speak up if you have something to say!"

The man walking from the shadows slowed down a bit and remained silent.

He stared straight at the man with a face similar to him among the two standing under the setting sun.

He returned in a hurry at noon, and anxiously searched for him in the manor all afternoon, but no one was there!

Later, I heard a servant say that he saw the master bring a wine and take a distinguished guest to the back mountain to play.

Tomorrow is the debate between Confucianism and Taoism about the life and death of the Lanxi Lin family. You still have the time to go on a drinking outing with others! ?

The man in the shadow suddenly turned his gaze to Zhao Rong.

It's this poor man again!
Lin Wenruo, if you curry favor with him like this, can he really guarantee that you will win the debate between Confucianism and Taoism tomorrow?
And Sister Yuqing, who is so afraid of him, wants me to drug him!

What's so amazing about this guy?Just because he can write two entry-level poems?No matter how good his bullshit poetry is, is his eloquence good?I have so many masters of clear debate in Zhongnan, how old is he?

You all attach so much importance to him, one wants me to kneel down to apologize to him, and the other wants me to approach him in a low voice and drug him!

If it is for the Lanxi Lin family, I am willing to bow my head and apologize to him!But what if I, Lin Qingxuan, a dignified seven-foot man, would kneel down for him?
Die all of you!I don't kneel!

Zhao Rong, who was a low-class horse but was mistaken for a high-class horse, saw that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing and dull, and decided to leave immediately.

"Wen Ruo, I still have something to do. Let's go first, and you can talk slowly."

After speaking, without waiting for Lin Wenruo to speak, he turned and left.

After the outsider left, only the two Lin brothers remained.

The man who was about to step out of the shadows stared at Zhao Rong, and when he saw that he was far away, he withdrew his gaze and was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by a scolding.

"What's the matter, tell me quickly!" Lin Wenruo urged him to cross to the railing, put his hands behind him, and turned his back to him.

The man narrowed his eyes and said hoarsely, "Today, I am in Fengqi Building..."

After Lin Wenruo heard this one of the most famous brothels in Luojing, her brows furrowed and she interrupted in a cold voice, "It's just annoying me with these shitty things, Lin Qingxuan, let me tell you, if you dare to do it again in the future. Go to that kind of place and fool around, and I'll break your dog legs!"

At dusk and setting sun, the shadow of the pavilion and pavilion was drawn longer and longer, and he has been "chasing" the shadow. The man who was just one step away from stepping out of the darkness suddenly stopped when he heard the cold voice.

The golden sunset and the dim black form a distinct horizontal line.

One is here, one is there.

One hides in darkness, the other bathes in light.

It's like... it's always been like this since I was a kid.The man in the shadow thought.

Lin Wenruo suddenly turned around, "Are you going to tell me?"

"No...it's all right." The man said softly, his face hidden in the darkness and blurred.

Lin Wenruo pondered for a moment, then pursed her lips and asked, "Is it really okay?"

"It's just a small matter, don't bother you." The man's expression was unclear and his voice was calm.

Lin Wenruo put her hands behind her back, turned around slowly, glanced at the man, and left without saying a word.

The sky seemed darker.

Lin Qingxuan lowered his head slightly, staring at the horizontal line that divided light and dark under his feet, and saw that it was pushed farther and farther by the setting sun.

Instead of stepping over it and onto the winding gallery bathed in the setting sun, he turned and walked on the dim path among the trees.

The pace is getting faster and faster.

He loosened his fingernail and plunged his right hand into the palm of his hand, and tremblingly protruded into his arms, took out the small porcelain bottle containing some white, odorless powder, and held it tightly in his hand. Because of the seepage of some liquid, it was slightly skater.

But his mind was no longer on it.

He puffed out his cheeks and gritted his teeth.

He wants to quickly return to his house.

He needs to get ready.

He had to sincerely admit his mistake to his brother, and then let him take him to apologize to that Zhao Ziyu.

He wants to beg that Zhao Ziyu to drink a glass of apology wine that he carefully prepared!

Lin Qingxuan firmly grasped the porcelain bottle in his hand.

You all have to die!
He roared in his heart, but for some reason, thinking about such a pleasant thing, tears couldn't be restrained from rolling down from the corner of his eyes.

He silently raised his hand and wiped it, the viscous liquid overflowing from his palm mixed with the hot tears, smearing his face.

But he kept moving his hands and kept wiping, his pace getting faster and faster, running down the secluded path in the manor, avoiding the bright firelight, and returning to his residence.

The last light of the setting sun was being released, and it was about to disappear into the mountains in the distance.

As he was in a hurry, he couldn't wait to pass by a remote man near the water pavilion and suddenly stopped.

The whole person was motionless.

He turned his head slowly and looked at the lonely tree in the open space in front of the pavilion.

"The result?"

He walked under the tree in a daze, and looked up at the ginkgo tree that had been planted by them for 20 years.

The evening wind blew, and the lights in the distance delivered some faint light, and the ginkgo among the ginkgo leaves swayed slightly with the branches.

He loosened his clenched right hand, shoved the small porcelain bottle back into his arms, reached up with his hand, and suddenly retracted halfway, rubbing his right hand on the shirt on his chest, and then reaching out again, he touched two round trees on the tree. Ginkgo, his three fingers were lightly covered, and his eyes were looking straight without blinking.

The tree was getting taller and taller. He remembered that when he and his father and brother had just planted it, he held the shovel and leaned over to make a gesture. At that time, it was only up to his eyebrows, but now he has to point his feet. able to.

He remembered that his father smiled and said that it was planted for his grandson. It was planted next to the pavilion where he often came to study. He would watch it every day and wait for it to bear fruit, and every time he talked about it, he would take it personally. One rubbed himself and his brother's head, looked down at the two of them, grinned and said, "You two boys, hurry up to grow up and marry a daughter-in-law, and give me a few more fat grandchildren."

At this time, the elder brother who worships his father will nod his head seriously, and he, who is much loved by his father, will tilt his head to avoid his warm palm, raise the wooden sword in his hand, and stubbornly say that he will ride it in the future. Malaysia is going to fight swords and lakes, so don't get married and stay at home.

But now the ginkgo tree has ginkgo, what about the people beside the tree back then?

That year, my father, Bai Ling, hanged himself. Later, I and my brother chose different paths and drifted further away, and the number of times I came here every year became less and less. Later, I forgot about it, except occasionally in the middle of the night. , I must come and see it again, but I will forget it again because of various things the next day.

And now, I don't even know when it bloomed, and seeing it again, it has already come to fruition!

The man under the tree stood for an unknown time, and at a certain moment, he left in despair.

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An ancestral hall filled with countless tablets.

Lin Wenruo stood in front of the door carrying the wine. He put the sweet-scented osmanthus brewed in his hand, which had been unopened all afternoon since it was unearthed, on the steps and walked in slowly.

In the face of the tablets of the ancestors and ancestors of the Lanxi Lin family, the tall scholar stood quietly in the center and remained silent.

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It was already dark, and tomorrow would be the much-anticipated debate between Confucianism and Taoism. Zhao Rong was about to rest early, but just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard someone knocking on the door.

He put on a robe, opened the courtyard door, and saw two men standing quietly outside the door, the Lin brothers, followed by a maid with a tray.

Zhao Rong touched his nose and invited them into the door.

Lin Qingxuan stared at Zhao Rong for a moment, suddenly smiled apologetically, reached out and picked up a glass of wine in the tray of the maid next to him, and raised his hands.

"Before, Qingxuan was ignorant and offended Zhao Gongzi. Qingxuan has deeply realized the mistake. I hope Zhao Gongzi Haihan will forgive Qingxuan!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Zhao Rong to respond, he raised his head and drank the wine, then picked up the only glass of wine left on the maid's tray, raised his hands, and handed it to Zhao Rong respectfully.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, but did not take it immediately. He glanced at Lin Wenruo, who was behind the man who handed the wine. The latter smiled helplessly when he saw him.

Zhao Rong understood a little, glanced at Lin Qingxuan, who had sincere eyes in front of him, was silent for a moment, took the wine glass with both hands, drank it, and poured the glass to signal.

The wine-handling man who had already been with his brother glanced at the wine glass, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his expression was extremely sincere.

　This chapter has 3k words, and it took a long time to write. . .In the evening, it's after twelve o'clock, everyone goes to bed early, and we will see it tomorrow. (Thanks to the brothers for the recommendation tickets!)

　　


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