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She turned around, but the Miss Xie Tingting was even faster. She had already arrived behind the source of the sound, behind a peach tree as thick as a bucket.

Xie Tingting's steps were quick. The maid, Xiao Wen's gaze was even quicker, but she didn't notice the person who spoke.

This person jumped down from the tree. Like a piece of paper, he floated down and landed silently on the ground.

He was in his early twenties, with slanted brows and phoenix eyes, a jade-like face, and a handsome face. "He was dressed in a blue suit, a blue hat, and a scholar's garb. He waved a folding fan in his hand.

Xie Tingting saw how calm he was and his expression was calm. Was it strange? Why do you wave the folding fan when the spring weather is cold? She was filled with doubt: Is it you, the swordsman who met his master?

She was afraid to see him again, but she would not admit it.

The scholar ignored him, as if he did not hear him. He walked over to Sima Lin's body.

Seeing that Master Xie Tingting's words did not have any effect, Xiao Wen stood up angrily and said: "Hey! Are you deaf? " She pointed with her finger and took two steps forward. "Our young mistress is asking you as well!"

Xie Tingting immediately followed up, "Little Wen, you're not allowed to say that about him!"

Xiao Wen closed her mouth and muttered: "Who is it? With such a huge frame, wasn't he just a poor scholar? Do you think it's some three-headed, six-armed deity? "

However, during the 1636-year period of Qing Dynasty, it was common for scholars not to be reused.

However, the blue-robed scholar unexpectedly heard the servant girl, Xiao Wen. When he heard the three words "poor scholar", he seemed a little angry. His thick eyebrows twitched as his eyes widened, and he said, "Healing the world is the Confucian tenet. Don't underestimate the scholar."

The maid did not read much and spent her time practicing martial arts. She was unable to respond to this blue-robed scholar's question. Her pretty face was flushed, her eyebrows were drawn together, and her upper teeth bit into her lips.

When Xie Tingting saw her maidservant being bullied, her heart stirred: This swordsman actually refused to acknowledge her, why not give her a few words? She added, "Of course it's good to be a Confucian scholar, but when it comes to politics, it's obviously digging one's own grave. The character of a scholar was no longer suitable for the current situation. "Let's change our course as soon as possible. A swordsman meets his sovereign." She still did not forget to call the swordsman Feng Jun.

Don't just look at this Carefree Villa's daughter, Xie Tingting. Not only was she well-versed in martial arts, she also had a wide range of knowledge. She had a unique understanding of the way of governing a country. Such women were indeed few and far between.

The blue-clothed scholar retorted and led her to the army, saying, "It is not the way of the world for a martial artist to break the rules. "I've decided that there's no need to persuade him." He was also very good at it. He was clearly a scholar. Full of poetry and books, full of ambition.

Xie Tingting refused to admit defeat and retorted, "Confucianism uses civil and disorderly politics to achieve decency. Throughout history, how many scholars have fallen to the streets?"

Two women acting together, a young lady and a servant girl, one man and one woman, working together in an attempt to make it difficult for the blue-clothed scholar to step down from the stage.

The blue-robed scholar stopped talking. He squatted down and looked at Sima Lin who was on the ground. He lightly pulled his green cassock over his face. He picked up a few more peach blossoms and sprinkled them down. His movements were very slow, as if he was saying goodbye to an old friend. Then, he said in a low voice, "Poor beauty, buried in a sea of flowers."

All of this did not escape Xie Tingting's eyes. She had a keen eye. In front of the man you like, every woman has sharp eyes, like an eagle's. His heart was very thin like a needle.

This action convinced Xie Tingting that this was the Saber Master Feng Jun. She gave the maidservant, Xiao Wen, a look. Xiao Wen suddenly pulled out a short sword from the horse saddle and jumped over.

Two people, one on the left and one on the right, grabbed the blue-clothed scholar.

Little Wen angrily rebuked, "Poor scholar, stop buying good things. Honestly, are you the one our Miss is looking for? "

The blue-clothed scholar was very calm, as if he was ignoring their existence. He had seen too many tricks of wielding a sword with a knife. He took out a handful of copper coins, threw it on the ground and turned around to leave.

Indeed, this "scholar" was very sensible. When a scholar met a military man, he would only leave the money behind and buy a full head. Xie Tingting also understood this.

When the copper coin landed on the ground, Xie Tingting immediately thought of the copper coin that flew over when she was looking for fault. The person who saved her was him!

"Scholar, please wait!" Xie Tingting raised her hand, and Little Wen immediately chased after her.

The blue-clothed scholar stopped and softly said.

Peach blossom nunnery in peach blossom dock, peach blossom nunnery under peach blossom fairy.

The Peach Blossom Immortal grew peach trees, harvested peach blossoms, and sold them for money.

He just sat in front of the flower and slept after drinking.

Day after day, after waking up from the drunken stupor, the flowers would bloom year after year.

He hoped that he would die from old age and refuse to bow in front of the carriage.

The carts were full of rich and interesting, and the wine and flowers were all about the poor.

If the rich compared to the poor, one would be on the ground while the other would be in the sky.

If I compare my poverty to that of a horse and cart, he must drive me to my leisure.

People laugh at me for being crazy. I laugh at people who can't see through me.

No tombs were seen in the Five Mausoleum, and no pickaxes were used in the fields.

A Peach Blossom Poem by Tang Yin was enough to move Xie Tingting to tears: The swordsman's cultivation had long since risen to a whole new level!

"Cut the crap!" Little Wen blocked it with her sword.

The blue-clothed scholar slightly raised his right hand. With a "chi" sound, he opened the folding fan and lightly pointed it at the sword.

"Clang!" The dagger suddenly snapped.

"You are not allowed to leave without the lady's permission!" Little Wen immediately opened her arms to block the way, her face pale and uncertain.

The blue-clothed scholar turned his head and said, "Thank you, young miss. I am indebted to your kindness. If I want to leave, no one can stop me! You did it on purpose! "

"Can you tell me? Why did you save me last night? " Miss Xie asked.

The blue-clothed scholar took off his hat, his black braid hanging down as he said, "I don't want you to die in front of my grave, lest others call me a murderer!"

Xie Tingting had recognized him, so her eyes lit up as she said, "It really is you? When the swordsman meets his sovereign, you are not dead? " That kind of pleasant surprise was incomparable. The sour, sweet, bitter, astringent, and salty flavors in his heart were all exactly the same.

The assassin dodged to the side, avoiding Little Wen, before replying, "Dead or not, it has no meaning to you anymore!"

"You were a monk just now, and now you're a scholar. Could it be that you've really learned the art of disguise?" Xie Tingting wanted to ask until the end.

"Go back!" When the swordsman saw Jun Mo Xie leaving, he experienced three ups and downs before he disappeared in a moment.

"Miss, from what I see, there must be a reason behind this green cassock!" The maidservant, Xiao Wen, bent over and lifted her finger.

Xie Tingting looked around her surroundings and said, "The assassin has so many strange moves. You should be careful!"

Xiao Wen felt in her pocket, rummaged through her clothes, and pried open Sima Lin's tightly clenched hands. She took out a piece of paper, which was written on it.

Taohua Dock Taohua Forest, Monk now scholar, midnight, waiting for rain, number of flowers, search for swordsman January 15th.

Xie Tingting was stunned, "Year of the Xin, January 15th. Isn't it just yesterday's Lantern Festival?" She pulled out a piece of paper from under her clothes. It was exactly the same as the one she had seen five years ago. She then thought to herself, "Sima Lin must have a reason for leaving behind the blood letter!"

"Chase!" He had already mounted his horse, and with a pinch between his legs, he charged forward like an arrow.

Little Wen, who was still running behind, shouted, "Miss, wait for me!"

From the depths of the peach forest, a voice came, "Little Wen, go back and get someone!" Xie Tingting's message.

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