Chapter 122 Boil Snow in a Small Stove

When they returned to the courtyard, Zhang Qian and others had not come back yet. The winter test had just passed, and it seemed that the three of them wanted to relax.

In the yard, the sound of low collision came from time to time. Maybe it was boring. Guo Huai was very responsible for the role of the director of Xiao Muchun and others.

"Brother Yan Zhao, what does this guide mean?"

I still remember Guo Huai's simple and honest inquiry at the beginning. Yang Yanzhao wasted a lot of energy to send this brother who liked to break the casserole and ask questions to the end.

Looking at the old subordinates who were constantly thrown on the masonry road by Guo Huai, Yang Yanzhao was a little unbearable. When he was in Daizhou City, in the mountains and forests, although it was hard, the suffering was definitely not as good as now.

In those years, it was to hone them into a king of soldiers with several skills. Now, Xiao Muchun and others have long been familiar with spying on the enemy.

So what you need to improve is your skills.

Yang Yanzhao and Guo Huai did not dare to teach Taoist skills at will, but as a Taoist practitioner, his physical skills are also unique. If Xiao Muchun and others can learn 70% of Guo Huai, they can also sweep one side on the battlefield.

After all, sects can't interfere in the mortal world, and most of the people who know cultivation are sectarians.

In the room, Bamei and Paifeng are looking at the 'Liang Zhu' written by Yang Yanzhao. Although Biyue on one side has already seen it, I don't know why I still want to continue to look at it.

Especially the strong handwriting, stroking, you can feel the rippling breath of the heart.

After a while, when Pai Feng saw Biyue's appearance of wanting to talk and stop, he couldn't help calling her out, "Little Lady Biyue, we still have a place here. Come and have a look together."

The eighth sister of Biyue's life has also asked. Although Yang Yanzhao did not say it, she also understood that she was a miserable girl.

And Biyue's appearance and heart are not bad, so the eighth sister did not have much hostility to her. During this period, there were more men with three wives and four concubines.

In the heart of the eighth sister, the sixth brother Yang Yanzhao is the best man in the world. Of course, it is not much to marry more.

Of course, Biyue couldn't see through Bamei's thoughts. When she heard her invitation, she came forward with joy, and the exhaust wind on the left hand side of Bamei somehow flashed with a trace of disgust in her eyes.

When the three were fascinated, Yang Yanzhao walked in, and the rising girl had no time to pay attention to him. As soon as she said a few words, she was sent away by Ba Mei.

She shook her head and smiled bitterly. Yang Yanzhao walked next door. Luo's daughter was giving Wen Li a new method she saw from Xue Yuyu's medical book.

In the past two or three days, in order to find a way to treat paralysis, Luo's daughter has read many medical skills. When she saw this aspect in Xue Yuyu's experience, she was very happy to use it for Wen Li.

Through the half-opened paper window for ventilation, Yang Yanzhao could see that his graceful and beautiful face was full of seriousness. Perhaps at the key point, his slender eyelashes were half closed to cover his eyes, and the silver needles pulled out of his hand danced quickly and inserted into the acupuncture points drawn in the book.

"Qing'er should be sent to the door of the little uncle. According to her talent, it must be a good time to learn medicine and alchemy."

Yang Yanzhao thought to himself that because Xiao Muchun and others were training, he could not keep staring at Luo's girl outside the window, so he turned around and walked to the study.

I have nothing to do, just when I'm reading.

But when he got to the study and picked up the pen, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help thinking about it. Deep down, he was even a little worried.

In the winter test, he became famous in the first battle and became the top of the Yunqing list, which had the effect of becoming famous, but it was also the winter test that he met Zhao Tingmei's uncle and nephew again.

Yang Yanzhao believes that this matter will definitely be known by Zhao Guangyi, whether it is the minions who secretly followed him or Zhao Dezhao's uncle and nephew praise him after returning to Bianliang.

Until now, Yang Yanzhao still doesn't understand why Zhang Shi, as a descendant of Ghost Valley, has been pushing him so openly to Zhao Dezhao.

Is it possible that Zhao Guangyi, who can't see the dragon chair, will be suspicious and destroy his career from then on?

Annoying things surged into his mind. Yang Yanzhao only felt that his head suddenly became very painful. He couldn't help holding his forehead with his right hand and sighed deeply.

"Rokuro, is there something bitter about?"

After Luo's daughter finished treating Wen Li's family, she heard Ba Mei say that Yang Yanzhao came back, so she walked straight to the study and happened to see that he frowned.

Seeing Luo's daughter, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help suppressing his boredom in his heart and showed a smile, "Is the old lady ready?"

"Ye-huh."

Walking behind Yang Yanzhao, Luo's girl answered softly and stretched out her jade hand to rub her forehead for him. "Liulang, the book you gave to the Nu family is really amazing. Many methods in it are unheard of. The little uncle must be an extremely powerful figure."

Ask about the fresh and elegant fragrance of Luo's daughter, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help closing his eyes. "Um, the little uncle is very great. When I have a chance, I will plead with the little uncle to let her accept you as an apprentice."

Hearing this, Luo's girl's body was obviously shocked and her hands stopped for a moment. She had never heard Yang Yanzhao mention the teacher, so she was inevitably a little surprised.

But soon, he gently rubbed Yang Yanzhao's forehead, "Liulang, what kind of person is the little uncle? How do you like the ordinary woman of the slave family?

Besides, if he is accepted as an apprentice by his little uncle, he can't accompany Liulang. In that case, the slave family doesn't want to.

This slightly stubborn voice made Yang Yanzhao laugh, reached out and stroked the smooth and slender green onion jade fingers, and leaned his body in Luo's arms.

I just feel that this moment is what he enjoys the most, but in the depths of his heart, why does that peerless face emerge?

It was really expected by Yang Yanzhao. When the wind and snow came late, the first snow in winter was sprinkled down. Suddenly, the yard was wrapped in silver and white embellishment was added to the emerald ink bamboo.

"What a heavy snow!"

"Yes, Brother Qiu Bai, the first day is coming, and it's time to snow."

Zhang Qian and Wen Zhongshu, who came back in the wind and snow, were afraid of hitting the snowflakes on their bodies while looking at the goose-like falling snow and sighed.

When he saw Yang Yanzhao, he hurried forward and said, "Brother Yanzhao, why is the man in black looking for you?"

"It's nothing. I just want to write down the words in the winter test and give them to him."

"It turned out to be an elegant person."

Yang Yanzhao didn't want to say, Zhang Qian and Wen Zhongshu naturally won't ask, but then they remembered something and continued to say, "by the way, brother Yanzhao, today we met Xiang Minzhong and Bai's former brothers. They all said that they wanted to talk to you. When they learned that Brother Yanzhao had something to do, they agreed to Ming. Let's talk about it again."

Speaking of this, Yang Yanzhao remembered that on the day of the Yushu test, Xiang Minzhong said that he wanted to talk to him, but Wen Zhongshu's words just mentioned the two brothers in Bailu Cave, but they were not sure.

When they first met in the winter test, the two of them, especially Yu Fan, who was still young, showed kindness to him, but Yang Yanzhao never figured out when he had a friendship with them.

After thinking about it, Yang Yanzhao still had no clue. Yang Yanzhao left it behind him. In the call of Bamei, he went to the front hall to eat with Wen Zhongshu.

When I woke up in the morning, the heavy snow was still there. Looking around, it was full of white enchanting.

The weather is cold, and it will be the first day in half a month, and classes in the college are about to be suspended. After all, they have been busy for a year. Even if those students who want to get fame do not know that they are tired, the teachers who teach should have to rest.

Because of the involvement of South Korea and China, it was not difficult for Yang Yanzhao and the other three to enter the library, so they swept the snow, practiced capture, and took the book to the college after breakfast.

Under the heavy snow, the streets are sparsely populated.

The non-stop snow all night also added some quietness and flexibility to Suiyang College.

"Brother Yan Zhao, Brother Qiu Bai, Brother Bingyang!"

At the gate of the college, the Korean Chinese jacket was on his body, holding an oil paper fan. When he saw Yang Yanzhao and the other three, he immediately greeted them happily.

Behind him, there was Xiang Minzhong, who was much thicker than the previous two days, and before Yu Fan, who was still smiling, and nodded slightly.

"Brother Guangbi, Brother Chang."

Yang Yanzhao and Xiang Minzhong, Han Hua nodded and signaled. Later, he turned to the two of them before Bai. When they were still hesitating how to open their mouths, Yu Fan took the lead in the introduction, "White Deer Cave Yu Fan, Yu Mohe; this is my brother, before Bai Youxun."

With that, Yu Fan also greeted Zhang Qian and Wen Zhongshu. At this time, Yang Yanzhao found that the two people behind him were smiling at the corners of their mouths.

The two of them met with Yu Fan and others yesterday. How could they not know the other party's name? They just deliberately fell behind Yang Yanzhao and made a joke on him.

"Brother Yanzhao, it's no wonder that you export too fast. Brother Qiu Bai and I still have time to remind you."

Wen Zhongshu grinned and explained that when South Korea saw Yang Yanzhao's gaffe, he smiled and said, "Come on, everyone, I have set up a stove and warm tea in the college. You might as well drink and say."

In a house, the fire was burning, which immediately swept away the cold air stained in the wind and snow. He sat cross-legged on the wool cushion. On the low desk in the middle, there were several cups and porcelain dishes, filled with emerald green tea leaves.

Maybe they talked yesterday, but the three Koreans and Xiang Minzhong did not seem strange, and they talked and laughed in a blink of an eye.

Not long after, when the water on the stove rolled away, Han Guo Hua got up and picked up the water, added a few cups of tea, gently lit a small kettle with his right hand, and slowly ordered the tea.

The emerald green rolled in the boiling water, and suddenly a fragrance came.

"The water in the pot is ice and snow, and the cup is the tea next to Lin'an Longjing. It is unknown, but the teacher prefers this bite. I have the face to ask for some. I hope you don't think that Han Guangbi uses coarse branches and leaves to send you."

It turned out to be Longjing. Yang Yanzhao raised a cup at the apex and sniffed it gently in his nose. It was really a fresh and mellow aroma. The long-lost taste suddenly gave birth to joy. He couldn't help whisper, "Green ant new wine, red mud small stove. If it snows late, can you have a drink?"