Laughing and Proud's Life

Chapter 87 Green Bamboo
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At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the leaves are all gone, and the Huashan mountain road has started to snow, but the snow melted soon after it fell on the ground, only adding a little muddy.

Linghu Chong was walking on the mountain path listlessly.The new wind blows his clothes, and the snow wets his long hair.The sword in his hand is no longer the original one with his name engraved on it. As an abandoned disciple of Huashan, his long sword will of course be taken back, and the sword in his hand is a gift from Feng Qingyang.

He recalled the scene at that time again, Feng Qingyang handed him the long sword, and said: "Angzang man, you can drink strong wine, taste the joys and sorrows, and succeed in your career."

What Linghu Chong didn't know was that after he left, Feng Qingyang murmured to himself: "If it's the old man who doesn't fight, if it's not for you to practice, how can the old man allow Zuo Lengchan to be presumptuous! If the old man goes, he will say that he belongs to the Songshan school, then he will be the leader of the school." In the world, how many people can stop it? It’s just that living in this world, experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and cultivating your mind and heart are also a kind of cultivation. I hope you can traverse the rivers and lakes, swallow charcoal and drink ice, and survive, which is a state of mind.”

The snow fell on Feng Qingyang, but he still didn't notice it, his expression was complicated, as if he was caught in some kind of memory...

Although both Feng Qingyang and Yue Buqun made it very clear to him that it was the Huashan faction who was sorry for him, and even though the brothers were all apologetic for him and were reluctant to part with him, after Yue Buqun spread the letter about Linghu Chong's expulsion to the rivers and lakes. The main sect, Linghu Chong still felt very uncomfortable.

He pretended to be open-minded, wandered around Chang'an City, drank fine wine, and poured chicken blood and chicken soup on himself from time to time, implying how free he was from the shackles of Huashan's gate rules.It's like a person who was fired by the company, kept hinting how good it would be for him to leave the company, but couldn't hide the sadness in his heart.

Leaving Chang'an and heading east aimlessly, the weather is getting colder and the snow is getting heavier.Along the way, he fought for justice, punished rape and eliminated evil, and gradually eased the sense of loss.

It was New Year's Eve, and Linghu Chong came to Luoyang.The excitement of the New Year was everywhere, and Linghu Chong felt sad again. From now on, he became a homeless person again, precisely:

Xuanxuan's car rides in the Emperor State, and everyone enjoys it while only one worries.

Just keep walking like this, crossing the whole Luoyang City, from the west of the city to the east of the city.Linghu Chong deliberately avoided the hustle and bustle of the crowd, and walked to remote places, only to see that the houses were getting lower and lower, the roads were getting narrower and quieter.

Walking to an alley, shaded by green bamboos and covered with snow, it is not a pleasant experience.

Different from the noisy gongs and drums elsewhere, there are zithers and flutes playing here.Linghu Chong stopped, and there was a lot of gongs and drums elsewhere, but here the qin and flute are clean and graceful, without any sense of age, could it be that he is also a sad person?

While listening to the song, while thinking, I don't realize that it is the end of the song.

"A friend walking alone, facing the wind and snow, what's your business in this remote place?"

As soon as the sound of the flute stopped, an old man's voice came, with a little guard.

"I don't think I'm home in the rivers and lakes. When I see every family celebrating the New Year, I feel even more lonely. I don't want to go to a remote place and eavesdrop on the music. Don't blame me!"

Seeing that his master took the blame, Linghu Chong had no choice but to answer loudly.There was only a creak, and the courtyard door opened, facing an old man with white beard and hair, and thin clothes, obviously a man of kung fu.

"My aunt is here."

The old man didn't talk much, he turned around and walked into the courtyard without even looking at Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong followed the old man through the house, entered the hall, and saw a woman playing the piano, wearing a bamboo hat and veil, so she could not see her face.Since all the octogenarians call her aunt, she must be a respectable elder.

"Prodigal son, if you take the liberty to disturb me, it's very impolite."

The woman in the bamboo hat stopped playing the piano, and the three began to chat.Facing the two old men, Linghu Chong actually felt a kind of warmth from the heart, so he unsuspectingly told his own experience, and the two of them couldn't help but sigh.

After lunch, Linghu Chong suddenly remembered that he still had the score of "Swordsman" by Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang in his pocket, so he took it out and handed it to the two old people for reference.When Dai Douli's mother-in-law saw the score, she couldn't help being amazed, and naturally asked about the origin of the score.

Fortunately, at this time, Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang could be regarded as retiring from the arena in an open and aboveboard manner, and Linghu Chong could speak out without any scruples.After the two listened, their expressions changed slightly, and when they looked at each other, their expressions immediately returned to normal.

Linghu Chong lived here, listening to the zither rhyme and flute every day, and learning the qin and flute from his mother-in-law.

Leaving aside Linghu Chong's further studies at the Luzhuxiang Art School, Lin Pingzhi and Liu Jing returned to Fujian at the end of November.Lin Zhennan was naturally very happy to see his son, but his face was still serious. He asked about the situation along the way, asked a few words to practice more, and then left.

Looking at Lin Zhennan's back, Lin Pingzhi also shook his head with a cry and a smile. He obviously cared about his child very much, so why did he have to be so serious.

"Uncle Lin and my father are really the same kind of people. If they are nice, they just can't say well."

Liu Jing complained about Lin Zhennan and her own father, and went with Lin Pingzhi to visit Lin Pingzhi's mother, Mrs. Wang.

Compared to Lin Zhennan, Mrs. Wang was all smiles when she saw the two, but she stared at Liu Jing for a moment, then suddenly her expression changed and she glared at Lin Pingzhi.

"Ping'er, go get busy! Lin Si has something to look for you!"

This style of painting is wrong, this is Mrs. Wang, even if Lin Si asked Lin Pingzhi for something important, she would let Lin Pingzhi stay and try to evade it.

Lin Pingzhi had no choice but to leave, went out of the house, walked to the courtyard, and heard Mrs. Wang say something, which probably meant that if Liu Jing had anything to tell her, she could make decisions for Liu Jing.

Then there was Liu Jing's babbling, babbling, babbling, too soft to be heard.Lin Pingzhi didn't intend to eavesdrop, so he left.

"Fourth, I heard from my mother that you are in a hurry to find me?"

"There is something, but we can handle it. We planned to talk about it after a year. Since you are here, let me tell you now.

Since about two months ago, people from all walks of life have been coming to the Lin family to investigate, and some people even directly came to provoke them. They were foiled by the brothers. Fifteen even killed two members of the underworld.

We also investigated secretly, and found that these people were all for the Lin family's "Sword of Evil Resisting Sword", and someone should have released news on the rivers and lakes to lure these people here on purpose. "

Lin Pingzhi didn't look like a vice-head at all, he was lying on the cot very tiredly, listening to the fourth child chattering there, eating some snacks and drinking two sips of water.

A simple analysis can draw the conclusion that the Songshan School is playing tricks.

"The simplest countermeasure is to release the news, saying that the young master learned all his kung fu from Putian South Shaolin. At that time, the young master debated with Master Guochen and talked with Master Fang Wu. Master Fang Wu felt that the young master was destined for Shaolin, so he taught it. Some other kung fu collected by Nan Shaolin. The story of taking adventures at a young age, going deep into the enemy's cave, turning danger into safety, and convincing the master is vivid and tortuous. It is unexpected and reasonable. If the storyteller spreads it, not only Everyone will believe it, the rumors will be self-defeating, and you can earn some money for tea."

Lin Pingzhi shook his head and put down his snack.

"What's the matter, not enough money? Want to earn some extra money?"

"That's not true. The main reason is to use the opportunity to dissolve the rumors."

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After cooking at my father-in-law’s house, I took a few bites of rice, and hid in my daughter-in-law’s original room and used my mobile phone code. There is no heating, and there is no heating facility. It’s really cold. Please support me. Yesterday’s recommendation was not very good, I hope Today's data can make me float, thank you!

(End of this chapter)