The sky is still gray, and the autumn rain is still tangled, making people feel that this dark gray is the original appearance of the world.

The streets of Yunyang City seem extremely desolate. Except for those business trips that have to go on the road, the rest of the people either retreat back to the inn and sleep with their heads covering themselves, or hide at home and drink wine and tea, helplessly passing the boring time.

Li Mu was no exception. At this time, he had finished breakfast and was just walking to a teahouse without doing anything. He sat down at a window and asked Dr. Tea for a cup of ordinary tea. He sipped it alone, looking thoughtful.

After drinking half a cup of hot tea, I finally dispelled the chill that was as soft as a man, reluctant to leave the whole body.

The teahouse is next to the inn, in a prosperous area of ​​Yunyang City, and is in a very good location; but because it is still early and it has been raining for several days, there are no customers in the lobby. Apart from a tea doctor who is napping beside the stove, there are only the middle-aged shopkeeper who doesn't look up at the account book.

Although the teahouse is not big and looks a bit simple inside, it has a pretty good name called "Pinzhulou", which sounds exceptionally elegant.

Of course, this does not mean that you really need to soak bamboo to drink or soak bamboo leaves to drink. Instead, a special tea leaf is produced in the Yanluo Mountains near Yunyang City, called "green bamboo".

It is said that this kind of tea tree itself grows a bit like bamboo. After the tea leaves are brewed, it will not only emit the fragrance of fresh bamboo, but the tea leaves will slowly unfold, like a reduced version of bamboo leaves, floating and sinking in the cup, which is quite interesting.

Although the tea itself is very good, for some reason, it is not loved by the dignitaries or literati in the capital. Therefore, it can only be limited to people near Yunyang City, so they have the preference to drink this kind of tea.

Of course, when those past business travelers were resting, they would occasionally go to teahouses in various Yunyang City to taste this special taste. But after all, there were very few people and did not play much publicity role, so "Qingzhu" tea has always been the "Qingzhu" tea in Yunyang City.

However, the owner of this teahouse named the teahouse, probably not just selling "green bamboo" tea; it is because there are big square bamboos planted behind the teahouse, and they look fresh and green. At this time, the autumn rain fell on the bamboo leaves, making the rustling sound of spring silkworms sprinkling silk, which added a bit of elegance to the teahouse.

Sitting in Li Mu's seat and drinking light tea, the green bamboos were everywhere in the viewer, which was as written on the scroll hanging in the lobby: Grab bamboo in your mouth and appreciate bamboo in your eyes. Grab one by one, complementing each other.

If there is any literati here, you might be able to chant a few poems that have passed down from generation to generation, or splash ink to leave behind some famous works such as "Bamboo Picture in the Rain". Even if a swordsman in the martial arts world sees this scene, he may have some insights and create one move and two powerful sword techniques to add luster to the martial arts world. It would be a good thing to say it out.

But it’s a pity that Master Li is neither a literati nor a swordsman in the world. Although he has some insights in his heart, it’s a pity that he has been holding it in for a long time, but he doesn’t even hold it out.

In order to cover up the fact that he had no knowledge and no martial arts skills, and to pass the boring time, Master Li decided to turn his attention to other places so that he could at least regain a little self-esteem.

"The hall is full of gold and jade, and the green feathers are bright in the street..." Li Mu looked at the square bamboo conifer outside the building and whispered these eight words, as if he was a little confused about the meaning.

Since Han Jincui hung the jade lock on Li Mu's neck, Li Mu's heart has always had a strange feeling, as if from that moment on, Han Jincui was no longer his playmate or his little sister, but became another identity.

As for what this identity is, Li Mu still doesn't understand it at the moment.

"Isn't the bottom of the hall full of gold and jade? " Li Mu frowned and thought in confusion, "The bottom suddenly became Cuiyu Mingdong, just like a person who was blessing his younger generation, but suddenly remembered something regrettable. After sighing for a long time, he barely said a word of blessing..."

Li Mu fell into deep thought, and seemed to see a slender figure at the corner of his eyes. He opened the curtain at the door and walked into the teahouse gate. Dr. Tea was coming enthusiastically and letting the other party on the table not far from Li Mu.

Li Mu didn't care and continued to think: "Jinyu's life in the hall is full of wealth. In fact, it means wealth. Could it be that the person who blessed Jin Cui only hopes that she will become a beautiful and smart woman, but she does not want her to be involved with wealth again?"

"...Give me a cup of tea too." A clear and gentle boy's voice vaguely sounded in Li Mu's ears, giving people a feeling that was both friendly and a little sour.

"Okay, wait a moment." Dr. Tea shouted enthusiastically.

Li Mu raised his head a little, but did not see the figure of the boy, and did not look back. He still thought about something he didn't understand: "I don't understand, what's wrong with this wealth? If Cuicui could be rich and powerful, my playmate and friend here would have some benefits, hahaha..."

After laughing a few times, Li Mu still couldn't figure out the truth. So he gave up the idea and patted the jade lock on his chest, preparing to wait until he returned to Lianshan Town to ask Han Jincui or Aunt Han directly, which was easier than he wanted to come.

Inadvertently, his palm slapped the sad bird in his arms. Li Mu's mood, which had been a little relaxed, became gloomy again in an instant.

"The flat forest is full of smoke, and the cold mountain area is sad and blue..." Li Mu, who was full of sorrow, subconsciously muttered.

This is the mysterious power in the sad blue sky. When it entered his body, at the last moment, there was a man with a slightly sad voice chanted in his ear.

The whole poem sounds extremely sad and melancholy, and is even full of inexplicable flavor, especially the last sentence "Where is the way back? Long Pavilion and Short Pavilion." It is even more in line with Li Mu's mood when he left Lianshan Town, and is enough to give Li Mu a deep feeling.

Although the whole poem sounds like an ordinary Yuefu poem, but the artistic conception is extremely wonderful. But Li Mu always feels that things should not be that simple. After all, this is a sound coming from the sad blue sky, and it must have some special meaning.

Li Mu even believed that with the mystery of sad bird and his position in the world, even if the sound coming from inside was just a loud fart, he should believe that whether this fart contained deep meanings that he could not understand would require careful thinking and slowly understanding.

So whenever you have time, Li Mu will take out the poem he heard and recite it repeatedly, hoping to find out the secrets contained in it, and it is best to make himself become a top master in the world overnight, so that he can return to Lianshan Town with glory and then step on Feng Yi and scold him.

"Brother wrote a good poem, such a good poem!" Before Li Mu could read the following sentence, the gentle and gentle voice of a young man suddenly rang in his ears.

Li Mu looked up in shock, and then he realized that there was a young scholar in blue clothes standing on his side. He was closing his eyes, looking intoxicated, shaking his head and muttering something.

If you listen carefully, it seems that it is the two poems that Li Mu had read accidentally.

However, the other party's level of reciting poems was obviously much better than Li Mu. Although his voice was a little blurred, these two lines of poetry were much more artistic than Li Mu's random lyrics when he read them from the young scholar.

Before Li Mu could react, the young scholar had already come back to his senses from his intoxication and smiled at Li Mu, which was extremely warm. Although it was early autumn, Li Mu still had the illusion of a spring breeze blowing on his face, and his mood became better involuntarily, and he also showed a friendly smile to the scholar.

At this time, Li Mu discovered that the young scholar was a little thin, but he was outstanding in appearance, extremely handsome, and even had a kind of elegance and nobility that could not be expressed in words.

Before this, Feng Yi was the most handsome and noble boy among the boys Li Mu had seen, but compared with the young scholar in front of him, it seemed a little inadequate. Although Feng Yi was better at dressing up by the wearer, the young scholar naturally revealed aura far better than those styles that were set off by external objects.

The most peculiar thing is that although the young scholar looks elegant, he does not have a sense of being arrogant and keeping people from thousands of miles away. He only has a gentle atmosphere that makes people feel close to, and he is even more incomparable to Fengyi's appearance of looking at the wolf.

As for Master Li himself, he had never had the idea of ​​comparing, so as not to hurt his self-confidence.

After admiring in his heart, Mr. Li Mu stared at the young scholar's right hand a little unhappy. He thought this was the thing that should not appear the most.

That is a folding fan, a dark brown folding fan with several square bamboos painted on it.

Especially in the rainy weather, this young man seemed to be good everywhere, but he would sway the folding fan from time to time while shaking his head. It seemed that if he was not like this, it would not be enough to show his identity as a scholar.

But in fact, it was the existence of this folding fan that completely destroyed the young man's warm and sunny aura, causing him to inexplicably smell of a sour scholar.

"Brother, he is a talented man, but he wrote a good poem, which makes me admire him very much. If you have any wise things to disturb him, I hope you won't be surprised." Seeing Li Mu looking up at him blankly, the young scholar didn't care. He closed the folding fan with a sound and bowed to Li Mu and said.

Li Mu blinked his eyes and reacted for a while before he realized that this guy was greeting him, but he didn't write any poems just now? What he was talking about was really not written by himself...

Seeing that Li Mu still didn't say anything, the scholar suddenly knocked on his forehead with a fan and said with a little ashamed: "I'm reckless, but I suddenly heard the elegant words and felt very happy. I forgot to introduce myself. It's really rude and rude."

After saying that, without waiting for Li Mu to speak, he bowed again: "My surname is Marquis Ruofang, and his courtesy name is Zijun. He is from Yunyang City, Chunan. He is fortunate to get his brother today, and he is very happy..."

"I'm here to write a ox, a ox that makes a ox and a horse. I'm so happy that I meet my brother today..." Li Mu was so dizzy when he was said by the other party's few words of name. He immediately stood up decisively and interrupted the other party's self-introduction to avoid continuing to listen. If he really heard what he didn't understand, it would be embarrassing.

Fortunately, I have been reporting my fake name these days, and I am confused and I am not wrong.

The scholar named Hou Ruofang had a very good temper. Although Li Mu interrupted him unreasonably, he had no intention of being angry at all. Instead, he said happily: "It's good, it's good. It seems that Brother Niu is like me. When he saw him, he felt that you and I were quite in love..."

Li Mu couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his nose. He didn't understand what Hou Ruofang meant, but saw the other party tapping his hand with a folding fan a few times, then glanced at Li Mu a few times, and suddenly said with a smile: "That's it. Brother Niu, you are not old, you should not be over 18 years old. There is a younger age than the younger one. Since you and I are in love with each other and how many years older are you, how can you and I be called brothers?"

"Brothers are called each other? Brothers are called each other..." Li Mu still didn't react and subconsciously said as Hou Ruofang's intention.

When Hou Ruofang heard Li Mu agreed, he immediately laughed and said, "Hahaha, I knew that Brother Niu was the same as that. Since that's the case, you and I will be brothers in the future. Guy, take my teacup here and I want to have a tea tasting with Brother Niu..."

"Okay, Mr. Hou, please wait." Dr. Tea ran over happily, picked up Hou Ruofang's tea cup from the adjacent table, and placed it on one side of Li Mu's table.

Li Mu was still a little stunned. In such a simple way, he became a younger brother, and he also had an unknown elder brother?
Chapter completed!