Chapter 77 Migratory Birds Fly South, Never Returning

The fight between Chen Jiu and the scholar didn't last long, and they were shot by the school palace Siye. With a wave of their sleeves, they each sent home.

The man in the blue shirt still had a golden light on his body, but he was slapped away by the red-faced Taoist who suddenly appeared, and he was stunned.

The martial arts circulating around suddenly stopped, and then they all poured into the body of the green-clothed guest, never to be seen again.

The red-faced Taoist slapped Si Ye from the air again, it didn't hurt much, even if he was sent back to the academy.

That Siye sat down on the roof of the school palace, with a dazed expression on his face, cursed secretly, and patted his buttocks into the side school.

What's the matter, I was beaten for persuading the fight, what a bastard, the old man is so angry.

The red-faced Taoist slapped Chen Jiu on the back of the head again, and said angrily, "The next time you fight across the border, don't think about how much power you have left. First punch hard, and if the opponent can't stand it, then pull back."

Chen Jiu rubbed the back of his head and nodded quickly, "Punch first, and then ask questions again during the punch."

The red-faced Taoist frowned and nodded slightly, "That's almost what it means."

He slapped Chen Jiu on the back of the head again, "In the future, if you fight with these wrinkled scholars, you must give me a good one and beat them into obedience, understand?"

The man in green shirt hurriedly nodded and bowed, "I understand, little one."

The red-faced Taoist cast a glance at him, his figure flickered, and disappeared again.

Chen Jiu took a look, and immediately straightened his back, tore off his tattered green shirt, and shouted to Tao Li with a victorious look: "Brother, eat well tonight, to celebrate my victory!" return."

In fact, it is not a victory, but Tao Li still nodded with a smile, "Okay."

Chen Jiu was full of smiles, looked over his shoulder, and was about to speak when he was suddenly taken aback.

Where is my villain?

Oh, it's okay to stay in the city.

He was just about to rest for a while, waiting for the little man to run for a while before picking it up, then he tilted his head and thought, afraid that the little man would be very annoying by babbling at him.

So Chen Jiu got up reluctantly and walked down the mountain. As soon as he went to the gate of the Taoist temple, he met Miss Qinglie head-on.

Chen Jiu looked at the girl with two eyes with four eyes.

Zhou Xian's pretty face blushed rarely, but he didn't avoid it. He snorted and asked, "What's wrong, the Taoist temple is so poor that you don't have any clothes to wear?"

Chen Jiu smiled, "Oli."

He went straight down the mountain, leaving behind a bewildered Qinglie girl.

The scholar Dan Fengyan wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head, he really felt a little scared after being beaten by the body repairer, he had never been to the Wuwu Prefecture, and only felt that this man in green shirt had strong martial arts skills, which he had never seen in his life.

If two people are in the same realm, he will die very quickly, but if he is in the same realm as the other, if they fight, they will still die by themselves.

The scholar Danfengyan slammed his mouth, such a martial artist, fighting each other is the most terrifying.

The scholar suddenly smiled again, in fact, these fights are none of his business, in his life, he only cares about the wind, flowers, snow and moon, spring, summer, autumn and winter, that's all.

He stretched out his hand, picked an autumn flower, pinned it between the hairpins, narrowed Danfeng's eyes, and smiled softly.

The autumn flowers are beautiful.

You see, how beautiful it is.

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Today in the academy, a romantic guest with a sword came, with a wine jug hanging from his waist, it was brown, and the sword underneath was not a three-foot green blade, but only two feet long.

The Merry Man has long hair and high bunches, and his face is a bit colder. He walks slowly. There is a half-sized black cat hidden in the skirt of his clothes, and he is looking around with his dark eyes wide open.

This sword repairer who was supposed to be a Confucianist did not enter Confucianism, so he went straight to the Military Academy to reminisce with one of the old ancestors who had a deep friendship.

When he walked out of the military school, it was already evening, and he didn't stop walking. He went to the palace and temple to offer incense to the saints who founded the sect and established their ancestors.

The saint sits majestically, the statue is extremely tall, with cold eyes, looking down.

It is overlooking the world.

But it is not the "sage" who overlooks the world, but some contemporary saints, who built the temple and the statue, are overlooking the world.

Because in the beginning, there were no "sages" at all.

When the romantic guest below offered incense, his eyes were cold.

Saints and immortals are all wrong.

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Chen Jiu bought two more green shirts in the city. The style was very good, and there were ink bamboo embroidered on them.

It's a pity that he has a long mouth.

These days, Zhou Xian also likes to come to play with Chen Jiu often, and occasionally bring some gadgets made by the Mohist family to show him and let him have a look.

Chen Jiu really paid attention to these things. Every time the girl brought them, she would rush to see them. When she got tired of playing, she would return them to the girl. She spread her hands and said disdainfully, "It's really boring."

At this moment, Zhou Xian's mouth would puff up and he was quite speechless, but every time Chen Jiu asked for it, she would still give it.

Later, Chen Jiu often went to the Mohist Academy, the school, to the workshop where they built ferry boats, and watched the Mohist disciples work.

After watching it for a long time, I became familiar with it, and Mohist disciples are also used to having such a person.

So Chen Jiu took it for granted, borrowed some materials, borrowed some tools, and fiddled in his Taoist temple at night.

The red-faced Taoist and Tao Li were puzzled and couldn't understand.

The Taoist frowned at Tao Li and asked, "What's going on with this silly boy? Why does he seem to be in a daze?"

Tao Li shook his head, "I don't know."

The red-faced Taoist frowned even deeper, "Did your junior brother fall under the evil spirit of the Mo family?"

Tao Li nodded and said, "It's possible."

The red-faced Taoist went to the academy in no time, and chatted nicely with one of the Mohist patriarchs.

Fortunately, these days didn't last long, and Chen Jiu finally raised his head from the pile of iron blocks, holding something in his hand, happily.

Tao Li looked puzzled.

Chen Jiu's expression suddenly became serious, holding the unknown thing, pointing to an open space, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person."

There was a soft bang.

Not far away, there was a small black hole in the wooden board.

Tao Li frowned, the killing power of this magic weapon of junior brother is too weak, the Mo family often has this kind of gadget, but the shape is different, as long as it is driven by a little spiritual power, it can be shot out, and the killing power must be stronger than that of junior brother. To fight more.

Chen Jiu was particularly elated, and engraved four big characters on the gun in his hand.

Thirty-eight big covers.

He smiled and laughed, suddenly froze, and slowly fell silent.

He has been talking words that only he understands, has always been so heartless, and has always been hiding in the middle of the night with tears streaming down his face.

He was a little scared.

I am afraid that I will forget the past, those beautiful and painful years.

In fact, when he died of illness, there was no one to accompany him.

None.

Only the family portrait taken when he was a child was hugged tightly to his chest by him.

Fortunately, when he died, he was still smiling.

Perhaps in this way, it would appear that he died happily.

The family portrait is gone.

The sky in the distance is pale, and migratory birds fly south, never to return.