Lao Xing in the lobby was silent, but Xiao Guo in the backyard was crying.

She was originally a girl from a wealthy family - her father was a high-ranking executive in Liumen. But now he is being bullied by dogs, and even dares to threaten the arrest of a small town. He has been wronged!

At this time, shopkeeper Tong walked in with a small bowl: "You all go to work!"

Then she sat down opposite Xiao Guo with a smile and said, "Captain Xing told me everything. This matter is his fault."

"Then you still scold me!" Xiao Guo said aggrievedly.

"There is something wrong with what I did!" Shopkeeper Tong criticized herself, and then she gently wiped Xiao Guo's tears with a handkerchief.

Xiao Guo slapped Tong Xiangyu's hand away with one hand, and Tong Xiangyu said politely: "I was wrong~ This is Mr. Xing's apology, you take it first!"

Xiao Guo looked at the chicken drumsticks in the bowl: "Is that all?"

"Although there are few things, it is a little thoughtful!" Tong Xiangyu said calmly: "Xing Baantou is not rich, so this is what he picked out of Xiao Liu's mouth!"

Listening to Tong Xiangyu's words, Guo Furong almost vomited out the chicken drumstick that he had eaten in his mouth - can you chat? It's so disgusting!

Tong Xiangyu smiled and said: "Xiao Guo, have you ever heard of this sentence?"

"What words?" Xiao Guo asked.

"It makes people unable to control themselves in the world!" Tong Xiangyu said, closing the door.

"I'm not in Jianghu!" Xiao Guo said.

Tong Xiangyu asked: "Then where are you now? There is a famous saying, but you still haven't heard of it! Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes!"

"Everyone has his own difficulties when walking around in the world. You should suffer a little bit..." Tong Xiangyu said with a smile.

"But I'm not afraid of hardship!" Xiao Guo retorted: "I just feel that living like this is meaningless!"

"Then what does it mean to be meaningful?" Tong Xiangyu asked: "Every day I worry about fighting and killing, I eat the last meal but not the next one, after tonight there is no tomorrow night... What is meaningful?"

"Everything has its own gains and losses, right?" Xiao Guo said weakly.

"Then there are gains and losses!" Tong Xiangyu said: "With so many martial arts practitioners, how many can become heroes?"

"My dad!" Guo Furong gave an example.

"Do you know how much your father suffered?" Tong Xiangyu asked: "The world of martial arts is not that fun!"

Then, Tong Xiangyu took a sip of tea, opened the door and left, leaving Xiao Guo sitting there thoughtfully.

Then, she walked to the backyard and saw Yang Hongru sitting in the backyard reading a book. The front hall was a bit noisy, but the backyard was quiet.

"Brother Yang!" Xiao Guo greeted in a coy voice.

Yang Hongru shuddered: "What...are you going to do? Don't come over!"

"I won't fight with you anymore..." Xiao Guo said sarcastically.

Yang Hongru breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh...what can you do?"

"Brother Yang, you have traveled to so many places...what exactly is Jianghu?" Guo Furong asked.

Yang Hongru's face tightened: "Your question is very profound... This thing is almost catching up with the ultimate philosophy. Jianghu is in everyone's heart. Whatever you think it is, it is what it is..."

"Listening to your words is like listening to your words - you didn't say anything!" Guo Furong said depressedly.

Yang Hongru smiled and shook his head: "There is no way to describe this thing. The word "jianghu" was first seen in Zhuangzi - it is better to forget each other in the Jianghu. But as time goes by, the word "jianghu" has become a word that does not accept the control, command and legal constraints of the authorities.

The synonym for the social environment in which suitability exists - this is the world you want. But that is your world, not mine..."

Guo Furong said calmly: "Then what is your world?"

"My world?" Yang Hongru smiled and pointed to the yard: "This...is my world?"

"Here? This is just an ordinary inn!" Guo Furong asked in confusion.

Yang Hongru said leisurely: "Wherever I am, there is Jianghu..."

Guo Furong was confused by Yang Hongru again: "Then can you tell me the story of Jianghu?"

"Okay... There used to be a man named Zhang San, and then he wandered around in the world... After hanging around, he died..." Yang Hongru said.

Guo Furong:......

I suspect you are playing me!

What a fucking story! Why did he die?

"Is it gone?" Guo Furong asked with her eyes widened.

"No! As soon as you enter the arena, you can't help it... you are either cutting people or being cut by others. Isn't it normal for the ball to die in the end? The mountains are higher than the other. How many people who have been involved in the arena have a good death!"

Yang Hongru said.

Guo Furong was speechless for a long time, and she walked away in a sullen voice - this guy! He knows how to go around! He's even more circling than a scholar!

Looking at Guo Furong's back, Yang Hongru burst into laughter. Doesn't she look like a rebellious girl of seventeen or eight years old? How interesting!

At this time, Mo Xiaobei came to the backyard with a wad of paper in his hands with a frown on his face. Yang Hongru looked at the child's frown and asked, "What's wrong? Lost the money?"

"It's Brother Yang! Hey... I won't be so worried about losing money! My sister-in-law asked me to take the White Horse Academy exam. If I want to get into school, I have to write an essay... How can I write such a thing!" Mo Xiaobei said depressedly.

Yang Hongru asked: "What did your sister-in-law ask you to write?"

"The gentleman from White Horse Academy must be a contemporary Confucian scholar. My sister-in-law asked me to write a Confucius poem to praise Confucius." Mo Xiaobei said.

Yang Hongru pointed out a clear path for Mo Xiaobei: "You can ask your sister Guo to help you write..."

"She? Can she do it? Isn't this what scholars are best at?" Mo Xiaobei didn't believe it.

Yang Hongru said: "Xiao Guo is also a young lady from a wealthy family. Although she looks a little crooked, her basic skills are still there. The scholar has been writing eight-legged essays for so many years, and his aura has long been worn away. You, Xiao Guo, need to do this!"

"

Mo Xiaobei's eyes lit up - Brother Yang is right! People will definitely see what a scholar writes as a ghostwriter! Why should I study in an academy if I have the writing skills of a scholar?

As expected of a storyteller, he sees things thoroughly!

Then Xiaobei happily asked Guo Furong for help. Of course Yang Hongru knew that Xiao Guo wrote an article "The Thief of Confucius" for Xiaobei without saying a word, and the whole article criticized Confucius from beginning to end.

I didn’t expect that such an article would play right into my husband’s hands! Because my husband studies Laozi and Zhuangzi, he has a very disdain for Confucianism! Xiao Guo’s article Confucius made my husband feel very comfortable - so Xiaobei was admitted

!

Although Yang Hongru's ghostwriting can also achieve this effect, it is very tiring!

Xiao Guo was helping Xiao Bei write an article in the backyard, while Yang Hongru was strolling in the front hall. At this time, Lao Xing came, and he cupped his hands to say hello to Yang Hongru.

Bai Zhantang asked: "Oh! Lao Xing is here?"

Lao Xing was lying furtively by the door: "Um... is the overwhelming force there?"

"Where's the backyard!" Bai Zhantang said.

Lao Xing immediately stood up and said, "Here comes a plate of roast chicken!"

Lao Bai poured a bowl of water for little Lao Xing and said: "Drink some water first! Big mouth! Let's have some roast chicken!"

Lao Xing is worthy of being Lao Xing! Now his kung fu has picked up again!

Xiaoliu came in with hesitation: "Master...why do I feel like I haven't learned anything these days?"

"What haven't you learned? Why haven't you learned anything?" Lao Xing stared at him: "Everything is difficult at the beginning, and you must lay a solid foundation for everything you do!"

"I...I can't even do a horse stance...Master! Just teach me how to do a horse stance!" Xiao Liu said weakly.

Ma Bu? How could Lao Xing know this thing?

But it’s useless for this damn kid to insist on learning!

"That...this...Xiao Liu..." Lao Xing said helplessly.

At this time, Yang Hongru stepped forward to help Lao Xing and said: "Liu'er... masters these days never practice horse steps. Look at me... I have never done horse steps!"

Old Xing Yile: "Look! Look! Master Yang poked a hole in the pillar with just one finger. He has never practiced horse riding... Why do you want to learn that thing?"

Xiaoliu said quietly: "I...just want to practice martial arts..."

"It's okay!" Yang Hongru patted Xiaoliu's shoulder and said, "After you officially become a police agent, the Yamen will give you basic sword skills secrets. Once you learn it, you will be a common thief!"

Xiaoliu's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Lao Xing thought about it: "It's true..."

Because he also remembered that he had a secret book for padding the table - that secret book was handed down by his superior when he was a detective.

But how could the lazy and lazy Lao Xing practice that kind of thing! The Seven Heroes rule the country and the people are safe, and even petty theft is rare. He relied on his own righteousness to be a head catcher for so many years without any incident!
Chapter completed!