Chapter 24 Mid-Autumn Festival

After Rong Hui knew the situation, he made up his mind to advance and retreat with Xiao Xuan and practice more diligently. In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. The masters of various places suddenly excused to visit the 'real people of the Ming and Qing Dynasties' and wanted to go back to the mountains to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together.

The situation is getting tighter, and the words of the two people are getting less and less. Rong Hui always remembered the words of the imperial doctor: "If the root can be broken before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the disease will be completely healed." After dismantling a set of sword arrays at night, he took the initiative to hold Xiaoxuan's hand and asked softly, "Are you afraid!"

In the vast night, the little hand was clenched hard, and ten fingers were tightly clasped together. She was silent for a moment and only said one word: "Afraid!" The voice trembled slightly, which made his heart sour.

"I'm afraid too!" Rong Hui took a deep breath and continued, "But since I chose you, I will definitely stand in front!" The voice is low and the words are firm, and there is no doubt.

Xiaoxuan smiled happily, looked at Rong Hui, and said positively, "I have to protect the two stupid maids Xiaoyue and Xiaojuan!" The two stood in the forest, and their two hearts seemed to be connected: "Even in the face of the sea of knives and fire, we have to break through together!" Unfortunately, the autumn wind was bleak and blew a layer of mist, hiding this heroic sentiment.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is also the "day of the first year of the Taiyin Dynasty", which should be smaller during the day and burn incense to watch the night. In the early morning, autumn is refreshing. Elder Zhao put on a cloud pattern on a blue background and personally led twelve supervisors to worship the 'Ziwei Hall'. Then Lu Xiaocheng led the first seat of the eight rooms and congratulated him. Then there are the house stewers and hall lords from all over the world, and they respectfully.

After the 'Chaoyuan Li', Elder Zhao led everyone to see the new disciple's primary school. The school is outside the Taiji Gate, with green bricks and ten feet square. There was a circle of potted chrysanthemums in the field, surrounded by a square open space of five feet. Fourteen shorts were placed in the north, and later there were futons, and thirteen elders sat down. There is one person in the middle, which should have been seated by the head.

Elder Zhao saw Xiaoxuan in the crowd and greeted him: "Chu's nephew, come on, sit here!"

Xiaoxuan combed her bun, wore ruby earrings, and wore orange clothes today, which was very eye-catching in the crowd. She was slightly stunned and came out to salute: "The elders are above, how dare the disciples do it together!" It is stable, neither humble nor arrogant.

Everyone saw her wearing a silver hairpin, a phoenix title, and shining in the autumn wind. The embroidered purple chrysanthemum and the sword at the waist attracted a burst of discussion. When the masters saw it, they couldn't help stroking their foreheads: "Sure enough, he is the leader's disciple, spoiled!" Outside Jinyu, there is no martial arts style at all!" Handan learns to walk, do you really think you are a young lady? ...How do you think of her? Why don't you like her?

The girls sighed for her: "Look, she's wearing new clothes again!" She embroidered purple melon leaf chrysanthemum, purple, purple! Why didn't I expect to wear purple like this in autumn!" ......

Elder Zhao suddenly saw an uproar and was a little stunned. He coughed softly and reached out his hand and said, "You can afford it. Come on!" Xiaoxuan turned a blind eye, listened but did not hear, and leisurely saluted again. He sat in the first place, which attracted a group of hall masters to look angrily.

Two rows of futons and two rows of benches are staggered to the south of the site, and the disciples and deacons of the new mountain sit. Familiar partners sat together, the Qin brothers and Wan Rong sat together on a stool, and Rong Hui rushed to sit next to them. Looking up, I saw the elders wearing feather crowns and cranes sitting on the ground. The autumn wind blows, and it must be carried lightly, with the Taoist fairy wind.

Two rows of Eight Immortals tables were staggered behind the elder's seat, and a group of young people sat at the table. One by one, their postures are loose, and their eyebrows are cold-looking, which is the protection in the mountains. He was amazed: "28 tables, four at each table, more than 100 masters, sitting behind her. If we take action together..." He didn't dare to think about it. He was so scared that he shivered and looked at Dongxi again.

Lu Xiaocheng led the first seat of the eight majors and sat sparsely at nine tables. Behind them sat their proud students, and behind them were two rows of Eight Immortals tables, sitting on the second and third-class stewards on the mountain. Rong Hui saw Yu Xiaoqing, the first seat of Shuiyun Hall, and Sun Xiaojin, the first seat of the dormitory. They also sat a large group of disciples behind them, and they couldn't help but feel relieved: "If there is a fight, there will finally someone to help!" Looking at the west seat again.

There are masters from all over the world, including strong men with strong muscles, handsome people with feathers and scarves, couples who love their concubines, and old men with beautiful eyes. All of them are the "big heads" who preside over a field of business. Behind them also sat their proud students and the guardians who accompanied them up the mountain.

Yong Hui looked at them and couldn't help but feel bitter: "Who are they coming up the mountain to help at this time!" He frowned and brushed a fragrant breeze under his nose. If there is nothing, it is refreshing. Looking at the fragrance, Yan Ling was already sitting next to her. She tied a pair of buns, wore an autumn-colored top, autumn maple-colored phoenix-tailed trousers, and a silver ribbon around her waist, which was beautiful and refined.

Rong Hui was stunned and secretly glanced at Xiaoxuan. Yan Ling said leisurely as if nothing had happened, "It's too late. This is the only place."

Rong Hui didn't dare to say more and said a faint "um". Yan Ling also said, "I heard that this time it is called 'Xiao Jiao', but in fact, she chose the protector among the disciples of the younger generation."

The "Taixumen" skill is from the inside out, and the protection method is also divided into three-class. The disciples who open up the "12 meridians" with true qi can be the third-class protector and get 30 taels of silver every year. If you open up the "Rendu's second vein", it will be a second-class guardian, with 50 taels of silver per year. If you open up the "eight strange meridians", it will be a first-class protection method, with one hundred taels of silver every year. If the disciple is determined to study martial arts and stay on the mountain as a guardian, it is not a way out. If you want to be rich, you can follow the masters down the mountain and work hard on the rivers and lakes.

Rong Hui has a deep understanding of the difficulty of the "connate realm". Most of the protection methods will go down the mountain to work hard when they are refined to the second class. He remembered this and couldn't help suffering in his heart: "I'm a first-class protector, but it's a pity that 100 taels of snowflake silver!" He sighed and asked, "We are just handyman. It's nothing to do with us!"

"Of course!" Yan Ling smiled softly and said, "If someone sings, someone has to set up the stage. That's where we set up the stage." As he spoke, the stewman put a signature tube on Lu Xiaocheng's table.

Today, he wore a straight chrysanthemum pattern on a blue background, with his head in a jade hairpin, and sat cross-legged, handsome and extraordinary. At that moment, he pulled out a piece of yellow paper and shook it casually. Everyone shut up immediately and looked at it together.

Rong Hui heard him read two names. He was very familiar and seemed to know each other, but they never met. As soon as he finished speaking, two figures appeared behind him. Dressed with wind, it was a man and a woman in the straight entrance.

The man wears a fine cotton straight jacket, holding a Taiji knife, and is handsome. The woman wears a silver-red silk vest, loose green phoenix-tailed trousers, and holds a sword in her hand, which is cool and elegant. The two saluted each other, choking, and the sword came out of its sheath. The knife body is bright and the white blade is cold. The ridge of the sword is shining brightly. Tit-for-tat makes people shudder.

"What a head prize!" Rong Hui sighed: "It's worthy of being an apprentice of Elder Zhao. Less than a year after going up the mountain, he began to train his blades! Since you dare to take it out in public, you obviously practiced well.

"If you get cheap here, you can still be good!" Yan Ling saidgrily, "I don't believe they are still your opponents?"

Rong Hui saw the two people flung high and low, and the swords were coming and going. There was a sound, and he only smiled and didn't say anything. Although he did not train his blade, he had already dismantled these moves with Xiaoxuan. At present, he listened to the sound and knew which move the two of them had dismantled.

Not only did Rong Hui look down on him, but the elders and guardians only nodded slightly and praised him. Only the disciples who had just started were fascinated and couldn't help cheering with their fists.

In addition to competing skills, the guest deacon is also busy. A basket of citrus is delivered to the field, and ** tea is served on the table one tray after another. The kitchen brought a coal stove and cooked porridge to warm wine in the northwest corner. The autumn wind blows, and the fragrance of rice makes people salivate.

At noon, the sun shines brightly, and the mellow wind sends warmth, which makes people drunk. Rong Hui was eating oranges happily, but Lu Xiaocheng drew him. His opponent turned out to be Yan Ling. The two looked at each other with a wry smile: "Who is doing bad behind your back!"

In fact, this is not the case. Even if other deacons are not talented, they have more or less asked the teacher for a few tricks, but these two have never been there. The stewman matched according to the depth of his efforts, and he didn't know the details of the two, so he simply matched them.

Rong Hui stood up bravely and stretched out his hand to ask. Yan Ling's mouth was bitter, and she stepped over the flower pot and walked to the field. When others play, they either fly in or suddenly come out, they are full of self-confidence and boldness. The two people were reluctantly and saw an uproar on the scene.

Lu Xiaocheng frowned and was secretly annoyed: "Why did you pull out two 'living treasures'? Isn't this embarrassing to me?" He only sank his face and looked at the two coldly.

Rong Hui stretched out his hand and asked: "Sister, please give me some advice!" After saying that, Yan Ling raised her right hand and a soft whip came out of her sleeve. The whip broke through the wind and came head-on.

Rong Huiyi: "I didn't expect you to hide your hand!" Draw a semicircle with your right hand in front of you. The palm wind swings out, and the strength is oblique. His left hand suddenly came out and followed to grab Bai Ling's soft belt.

Yan Ling didn't hit it, and then came out again. Before Rong Hui's left hand touched it, her wrist had shaken aside. The ribbon was like a whip and swept to his waist again. Rong Hui couldn't avoid it, jumped up, took a little on his toes, and took advantage of the opportunity to jump again.

Yan Ling swept through and waved her right arm and shook her wrist. The ribbon twisted, like a shadow, "Papa..." and then covered Ronghui. Rong Hui was in mid-air and could not avoid it. He had to fly a somersault in the air and hit her with a ribbon with his soles.

Yan Ling couldn't help laughing. She shook her wrist and waved a whip ring, entangling his foot. Rong Hui said "not good" and urged the internal force to turn over and step on the ribbon under the other foot while the situation fell.

His figure was about to fall, and Yan Ling suddenly pulled back the ribbon and pulled it out again. Rong Huiren didn't stand firm and saw the float coming. The whip broke through the wind and grinning. At that moment, he didn't think much about it. He suddenly leaned sideways and scratched the soft whip against his waist. In great applause, he turned forward and patted Yan Ling's left shoulder with his right palm.

Yan Ling raised her left hand and a short sword slipped out of her sleeve. The wrist turned, the sword light flashed, and danced into a screen. The right hand is raised back, the ribbon is rolled back, the front sword and the back whip are clamped.

When everyone saw that Yan Ling used different moves with her hands, she refused to attack back, and couldn't help shouting. There are also people who know that if you don't have wisdom, you can't use two moves at the same time, let alone be so fluent for beginners.

Rong Hui didn't know how to start when he saw the situation. As soon as he was distracted, he noticed a strong wind behind him and hurriedly looked back. Seeing that Bai Ling rolled up, he was about to pester himself. He didn't think too much and jumped up. As soon as the body took off, I only felt my feet tightened and sighed, "It's over!"

Yan Ling smiled at the corners of her mouth, and her right hand fluttered violently. Rong Hui's feet were light, and his body fell straight down. Then he snorted and splashed a layer of dust.

Yan Ling gloated: "Thank you for your concession!" Everyone laughed.

Rong Hui felt bitter in his heart, sat up with a gray face, and turned around to see Yan Ling walk out. After scanning again, Xiaoxuan stared at herself again, which was angry and funny. She patted her buttocks casually and walked out. After the front and the other, two men and two men walked to the court and opened their posture.

Yan Ling handed Rong Hui an orange and asked him with a smile, "Does it hurt?"

Rong Hui shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm also a person who takes 500 sentences a month. At least save me a face!"

"Who is to blame for hiding yourself?" Yan Ling smiled indifferently and came to Rong Hui's ear and said, "I dare to say that if you can beat you on the spot, you can be counted with one hand." After saying that, he opened his eyes wide and looked at Rong Hui.

Rong Hui didn't say anything, just opened the oranges and ate them piece by piece. Yan Ling didn't see the clue, snorted and ignored him again. After another time, the rice porridge was cooked in the kitchen. One bowl per person, you can drink it with it. The sound of squeaking is like a long whale absorbing water and resounding in the field.

After drinking porridge, everyone continued to fight until dusk. Dusha took the flower room and the deacon removed the potted chrysanthemum, and a bonfire was raised in the kitchen. Lu Xiaocheng picked up the yellow note and read aloud those who performed well and those who practiced hard, including Yan Ling. If she wants, she can become a guardian in the mountains in the future.