Ji Daqiang followed the man who called him Young Master on the way down the mountain with a puzzled look on his face.

This man who claimed to be Wei Bo went up the mountain and found the head master. The master sent someone to find him and asked him to go down the mountain.

For thirteen years on the mountain, Ji Daqiang regarded this place as his home. Now that the master suddenly asked him to go down the mountain, he felt very reluctant to leave.

If Uncle Wei hadn't said he would go to Mr. Lu's place first, Ji Daqiang would have doubted whether his master had sold him.

Ji Dayun looks very beautiful, at least that's what he thinks.

In the past few years in the mountains, his favorite thing was to go to the well while practicing.

The ancient well is deep and quiet, and the well is horizontal and quiet, like a mirror.

When he was playing by the well for the first time, he looked at the well and was surprised to find that there was a friend as big as him in the well.

He had just climbed the mountain shortly after that.

He was the first to be accepted as his disciple by the head Cui Xinghe when he went up the mountain.

Apart from Song Lanyu, Cui Xinghe only accepted him as his disciple.

The eldest brother was very nice to him. He caught pheasants and roasted them for him to eat, took him to wander around Gushe Mountain, played hide-and-seek with him in summer, caught butterflies and grasshoppers. When it was cold, he took him to chase rabbits and chase pheasants.

He likes his eldest brother the most, but he is still very lonely.

He has no friends.

This well is his secret. Even though he grew up a little, he knew that the person reflected in this well was himself.

Life in the well is so beautiful, it turns out that it is myself, and Ji Daqiang is even more happy.

He almost used all the words he learned from books to describe people who are good-looking.

The ancients were really uneducated. After all, they were just as rich as jade, with a handsome tree, majestic temperament, and extraordinary appearance. Ji Daqiang felt that he was indeed a little embarrassed by the ancients.

How can such a beautiful look be described by words?

Even the disciples of the master sect dared not look at him directly. Ji Daqiang knew that it was called ashamed of himself.

But he was not proud at all, he was very polite to the people in the master's sect, and smiled when he saw everyone.

Ji Dayun’s life motto: Others see me as if they are bathed in the spring breeze.

But my name doesn't sound nice.

He asked Mr. Lu why his name is so ordinary?

Mr. Lu told him that this name is just a person's name, and there is no need to worry about it, and the name of the big wall has a profound meaning.

As for what the deep meaning is, the gentleman smiled but said nothing.

The "Spring Breeze" who turned around while walking was a little unhappy, and he didn't see the eldest brother.

The master told him that the eldest brother went down the mountain to do business. As long as he missed the eldest brother, the two of them would have the chance to see each other again.

Ji Daqian kept wondering why the general from a state had to take him down the mountain? Is it because he was good-looking?

For 13 years on the mountain, he had long forgotten his childhood. There was nothing worth remembering about that time.

He didn't know who his mother was, and even more forgot about his father. He seemed to be just a person.

Uncle Wei said nothing, and called the young master with a stern face, and asked him to go with him.

Ji Dayun, who wanted to be a spring breeze, still forced a smile.

It was very boring along the way. Ji Dalian asked a lot of questions, but the man could only say one sentence.

"The young master will know it then."

As he walked, Ji Daqiang realized that the man called him a young master. Wouldn't that mean that his father and mother, whom he had never met, came to pick him up?

This person wants to take him to Zhaoqinglu, isn’t that his husband’s thatched cottage?

Ji Daqiong suddenly felt a little nervous. He once asked his husband, who was his parents? Why did his husband teach him to study here?

The gentleman told him that he would know by then.

Is it today?

Ji Daqiang's thoughts changed again and again, and he became more and more confident in his guess.

The two came to Zhaoxianglu, but Uncle Wei did not go in, but said,

"Please, Master!"

After Ji Dalian walked past the wooden door, he saw an elderly man who looked a few years younger than his master sitting on the small bamboo chair he often sat on and talking to his husband.

When Lu Shiyin saw Ji Dalian walking in, he hurriedly greeted him.

"It's the big wall coming, come here!"

The elder also turned around and looked at him.

Looking at the man's face, Ji Daqiang felt a little close. His heart moved slightly, his eyes seemed a little hot. He walked forward a few steps forward, Ji Daqiang knelt in front of the man and shouted,

"Brother, I finally saw Daddy!"

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After using the Chao Food, Lu Guanju put on men's clothing and pushed open the door.

Yesterday, Dong Xianglin sent a message saying that it was done properly.

Dong Xianglin personally asked someone to send the letter to the martial arts hall, mainly because the female devil was talking about it. If she messed up, she would ask her father to go to Dong's house to propose marriage the next day.

Dong Xianglin was so scared that he was shocked and said to Zhu Qing who was delivering the letter, please tell your lady that Miss Lu will definitely satisfy her.

In order to avoid a mistake, it was nothing if Young Master Dong personally went there, and he happened to meet several friends when he went out.

As long as she, Lu Guanju, didn't come to propose marriage, what is this little thing? From childhood to adulthood, Master Dong has done less for this female devil? There are many blames.

After delivering the letter, he was going to Zuixianju to talk to the other two other scapegoats about the female devil's secretly sending the letter to someone.

In just a few days, I asked myself to help deliver two letters. It seems that the rumors are not groundless. I want to share this good news with those two good brothers.

Xu Yibai told him that he heard that a new top brand has recently arrived at the Songzhu Pavilion in the city, called Liu Weiwei.

Liu Yuanqing looked even more arrogant and said that it was his own family. It might be a family five hundred years ago. We have already tied our hair and can go to drink wine and give me some money.

The three of them are not ordinary families. After a few inquiries, they know that Liu Weiwei is from Yangzhou and is taught that Liu Xiaoxiao, a famous actor in the Great Jin Dynasty.

Liu Xiaoxiao was a native of Yangzhou. She was originally a poor poor woman. When she was young, her family was destroyed. Like many lonely children, she planted a piece of grass on the street just to have a bite of rice.

Later, someone took her away. Eight years later, a famous actor named Liu Xiaoxiao appeared in Yangzhou City.

It's strange that the baby kiss that was ordered at the dinner table in the Lu Mansion was not personally denied. For some reason, Dong Xianglin really didn't have the courage to go to Songzhu Pavilion to drink a sip of flower wine.

Xu Yibai and Liu Yuanqing were very ignorant of brotherhood. To put it nicely, they went to explore the way first, but when they came back to chat with him, Dong Xianglin, they were all talking about you as a child, and you didn't understand what we said.

It made Dong Xianglin feel itchy and hated her teeth so much that she felt her teeth hurt.

How can I gain a foothold in the circle if I haven’t been to Songzhu Pavilion?

As last time, Lu Guanju still came to Baisha Lake in the north of the city alone.

At about three o'clock in the morning, most families in the city had just finished their meals. People who lived near Baisha Lake came to take a walk by the lake when they had free time, but most people were still busy making their livelihoods, so they had no time to enjoy the scenery of the lake.

The lake surface is like a mirror, and a clear blue sky is reflected in the water. Lu Guanju boarded another lonely boat by the lake.

The old boat that had driven the luggage had just finished breakfast on the boat and was sitting leisurely on the bow.

The old Zhouzi came to the lake at dawn, sprinkled two nets, caught some fish and shrimps, and took them away from his son and wife who came to deliver the food from his home to sell them. He stayed at the lake to ride a boat and earned some extra silver.

Lao Zhouzi can do this business, but his son cannot do it. It is not that his son is lazy, but that the guests don’t like it.

When rafting on the lake, it is often a pair of people. An elderly and taciturn old boatman is even more reassuring.

Lao Zhouzi didn't recognize the general's daughter, but he still recognized the woman in the man's clothes at first sight.

He has been on a boat for many years, but few people take a boat to enjoy the scenery. Moreover, it is even rarer to just sit quietly in the boat and not enjoy the scenery.

When he boarded the boat, he was a guest. When he gave money, he just kept the boat. This was Lao Zhouzi's business practice. As for what guests had been on board today and what they did, he never talked to his family after he returned home.

At home, most of the wives talked to him about the length and trivial matters of neighborhoods.

My son is like him and is not good at speaking. He usually talks more after drinking two taels of turbid wine with his father during the New Year.

Fortunately, my daughter-in-law is sensible and can say a few more words to her mother-in-law, so the home will be more lively.

The old boatman who had not yet been able to hold his grandson stood up to welcome the guests.

The long pole was immersed in the water, and the old boat held it hard, and the not-so-large boat cut through the water surface and left the shore. Lu Guanju sat quietly in the cabin.

After fishing every day, Lao Zhouzi carefully cleaned his old friend and lit an incense made by himself with mugwort on the mountain. It not only has the effect of repelling mosquitoes, but also makes the fishing boat smell more fragrant.

When he arrived in the lake, Lao Zhouzi asked the guests and parked the boat at the backlight of Shanyin, with a long pole across the bow of the boat, Lao Zhouzi spent time by fishing.

Pick up the bamboo fishing rod placed on the boat, hang the bait, throw the rod into the water, and the old boat sits quietly on the bow.

The thin hemp fishing line connects the two worlds inside and outside the lake, and also connects the world of people and fish.

Lu Guanju calculated the time and felt that it was almost done, so she walked out of the cabin, stood at the other end of the fishing boat, and looked at the lake.

There were already two harvests in the fish basket and the old boat looked at the guest. Lu Guanju said to the face full of gullies, "You continue, I'll greet you if you have something to do."
To be continued...