Chapter 211 doesn't care about writing

Hearing the anger in Mr. Cha's words, Lu Changyun on one side seemed a little stunned. However, even if he was dissatisfied, he no longer cares about these trivial matters at this moment.

Seeing that the two were still listening carefully, Cha Lao continued to say, "Young man, since the owner of the Lu family doesn't want to fight with you, why don't you just rush away? In my opinion, you don't look like a simple person. You can't stop your footsteps alone, can you?

When the young man with a wooden sword heard the words, he immediately nodded honestly, and then shook it gently.

He said: "I do have the ability to stay away from this gentleman's eyes, but my teacher once warned me that escape can never solve things. Maybe a temporary escape can solve the crisis of Fang's eyebrows, but if it leads to hatred, I think... it's very wrong."

After hearing the young man's detailed explanation, Cha Lao was not in a hurry to interrupt. His face still looked calm, but in fact, only he knew his inner thoughts. He was no longer as calm as the old face, but showed acquiescence and appreciation.

Therefore, Mr. Cha didn't talk to the young man with a wooden sword. He turned his head to face Lu Changyun and said, "Master Lu, as you can see that although this young man smashed your carriage before, he is upright, simple and honest, and is a rare excellent young man, so are you all Should I take a step back?"

When Lu Changyun heard this, he asked doubtfully, "Please make it clear!"

The tea veteran calmly withdrew his eyes and said, "What I mean is to ask this young man to promise you a condition, and then you let him go!"

Speaking of this, Cha Lao turned his head to the young man with a wooden sword and said, "Young man, do you have any objection?"

The young man with the wooden sword was eager to leave early. He thought that as long as he did something for the other party, there would be no objection. Moreover, he came to Lao City this time. Although he intended to fight with someone, he actually had something else to do, so after hearing the old tea's inquiry, the old man He said honestly, "I have no objection!"

"But I have a condition..." The young man with the wooden sword paused and continued, "I hope this gentleman doesn't ask me to do meaningless things. I only like to fight with others in my life. As long as it is out of the category of the wooden sword on my back, I don't want to do it."

When Cha sees this, his heart not only becomes full of shock and strangeness. After all, how can such a young man who looks extremely loyal and upright like to fight so much?

"Is he still a swordfion?"

Cha Lao was puzzled. He didn't know whether the person in front of him was a swordsman or not. Fortunately, he had never asked this question. However, at this time, he did not know that Lu Changyun, who was sitting opposite the young man, was a little happy and full of joy.

Lu Changyun was silent for a long time, but there was no joy on his face. He buried those dark joys deeply in the bottom of his heart and said lightly, "Since your request is so, if Lu is too strong, it is really unreasonable. Why don't you help me kill someone? I think If you like fighting so much, you must not be too vulgar. Besides, you can naturally fight when you kill people. You are happy and I have benefited. Why not do it?

The young man with a wooden sword felt bad when he heard that Lu Changyun wanted him to kill, so he shook his head and said tabooly, "No, never. Although I can help you fight and even help you catch the person you want to kill, I can't help you kill. The master once Before I left, I told him not to kill casually until I had to!"

The young man with the wooden sword kept shaking his head and continued, "Sir, I think you'd better change another thing. I will never help you with this kind of killing. If you don't have anything else, wait until I see my teacher and take some silver from him and send it to your house for compensation!"

Hearing this, Lu Changyun laughed and said, "What are you talking about? How can I care about that little money?"

From the change of your name to little brother, you can see that Lu Changyun's city has begun to show one by one. However, Cha always knows this, but the young man with a wooden sword still can't know, so Lu Changyun continued: "Little brother, in fact, the person I want to kill is also an unforgiving person, even if you kill him. He is just to eliminate harm for the people, and others will never talk to you!"

The young man with a wooden sword still shook his head slowly when he heard this, but did not say anything.

Shaking his head is to refuse. This does not allow Lu Changyun to doubt and guess at all. He knew that this was an obvious thing, so he sighed helplessly and said, "Since the little brother is so afraid of human life, I will take a step back. You help me defeat the heinous man first, and then let me Is it possible for someone to kill him?

When the young man with the wooden sword heard this, he couldn't help thinking about it carefully. After a moment, he suddenly looked up. Although there was still no emotional fluctuation on his serious face, he replied seriously, "Yes!"

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The matter has been settled, and the two have dispersed from the teahouse. The tea is still selling tea in their own restaurant, but surprisingly, none of today's tea guests have come, even the old customers who have been drinking for nearly several years have not come.

The tea man did not close the door because of the lack of customers. He knew the reason why others did not come, so he was just a person sitting in front of the cabinet habitually dozed off. After all, the midsummer afternoon was really a little dull and sleepy.

Lu Changyun left the teahouse and took his injured horse from the ancient house opposite. He only carried the rein and led the horse with blood flowing on his lower abdomen far away from the official road and walked back to his own Lufu. When he returned to Lufu, Lu Changyun ordered the horse in his hand to raise horses. The family dealt with it, and he quickly walked to the backyard and went straight to the study.

In the book, Lu Xiaokui still sat in front of the red window, holding a sheep hair and writing small regular script, as if he were tireless.

Beautiful and beautiful handwriting leaped on his hand, with a beautiful and meaningful article on it. This is an essay. Even Lu Xiaokui himself doesn't know how many times he has written it, but for him, the meaning of what is written in the article is actually not important at all.

The important thing is that he can write the words on the article beautifully.

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