Courtyard No. 110, Rongxian Hutong, should actually be regarded as a residential community, but there is only one building in the community, so everyone called it that.

It used to be a "public house" built by the work unit. The building retains the characteristics of the past husband's house: it faces south. On the north side of each floor is a long and narrow public corridor, leading from the east end to the west end. On the south side, there is

Ten households stood side by side, and they all shared an elevator. Later, the units were gone, and the public housing also underwent "housing reform" - the residents voluntarily bought it and became real estate that could be bought and sold on the market.

The building was built in 1990. Children born after 1990 have started to go bald in batches. Of course, buildings of the same age are not as youthful and beautiful. The walls are mottled, and everything from the rusty railings to the narrow stairs is old.

However, although the building is a bit older, the environment in the community is very good, with few people and cleanliness. Over the past 20 years, the trees have grown slowly. When I walk into the courtyard in summer, it feels five degrees cooler than outside. The location is also

Well, it’s less than two stops from the CBD and only takes ten minutes to walk. The west gate of the community is opposite a bilingual kindergarten. Walk 50 meters ahead from the east gate. A good public primary school has been moved here a few years ago.

It can be regarded as a "school district housing", and ordinary people really can't afford it.

Now, people living in this courtyard include rich people who bought their houses with full payment to get a place in the school district; there are ordinary wealthy people who pay tens of thousands of rent a month for the convenience of their children going to kindergarten; there are also people who lost their jobs after the restructuring of their old units, leaving only two rooms.

The "natives" in the small courtyard of the hut gather together from three religions and nine streams.

There are millions of luxury cars parked in the courtyard, and there is also little Santana who looks like she is about to be scrapped. However, in this old community, there is no parking lot, so whether it is a luxury car or a broken-down car, it can only be parked in the yard.

Find the corners of the wheels and set up small wooden boards on the wheels to block the dog's urine.

When Yu Lanchuan arrived, someone was moving. There was an electric four-wheeler, and a wire was connected to the entrance reception room for charging. The road was blocked, and the moving company's truck was blocked at the entrance and could not get in.

"Whose electric car is at the door? Please move it!" the truck driver shouted while honking his horn. After no one answered for a while, he got out of the car and shouted louder, "Red! Four wheels!"

It says on the car, 'Ancestral moxibustion and acupuncture physiotherapy, shrouds, wreaths with discounts -' Whose is it? Whose wreaths are discounted? Move it!"

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

It’s still a one-stop service.

He was too lazy to squeeze into the hot truck, so he stopped at the door and waited for them to move away.

This was a place he often hung out when he was a boy. As soon as he entered the courtyard, there were two rows of large locust trees, with a walking path in the middle. The locust trees had long since faded, leaving only layers of leaves, like fire.

The midsummer sunshine blocked those branches and leaves, leaving only a few scattered light spots, which fell to the ground. The twisting branches of the old locust tree were knotted with vicissitudes of life, and a slightly moist breath came out from the rich greenery, revealing a bit of red dust.

The meaning of undisturbed tranquility.

Fast forward ten years, the building is old, the old man is gone, and the trees have grown up.

The grandfather has lived for almost a century, and he is an old man who does not follow the ordinary path and loses contact frequently. As a relative and friend, Yu Lanchuan has actually been mentally prepared for a long time, and now he cannot talk about how sad he is. He is just standing there holding the old man's ashes.

Suddenly, there was a feeling that things were different and people were different, as if an era had vanished without his noticing.

The old man didn't have many belongings. Apart from the old car that was about to be scrapped, he only had a few daily necessities and a camera. In his will, he asked Yu Lanchuan to develop the last few photos as his final work for the old man, and explained what was in the bag.

The things were left to Yu Lanchuan.

In addition to the will, there are two booklets in the bag. One of them is the sword manual of "Hanjiang Seven Techniques", which Yu Lanchuan is already familiar with. The other one he has never seen before, and the will says that it is "Hanjiang".

The old man himself is the 136th head of the first sect, and he plans to pass the throne to Yu Lanchuan, making him the 137th head.

However, the old man said that it didn't matter whether he took it seriously or not, since the "Hanjiang Sword Sect" had no disciples anyway.

The content of the "mantle of the leader" is mainly divided into three parts, namely "the rules", "cultivation" and "unique ancient recipes", which are all passed down from ancient times.

There are a total of twenty "Fellow Rules", all written in traditional Chinese characters. Yu Lanchuan University studied business school, and then studied abroad, and learned a lot of foreign ink. The classical Chinese is only at the high school level, and I feel dizzy after reading it.

After flipping through the pages to the end, I finally found a row of handwritten simplified Chinese characters, which belonged to the old man.

The old man knew his level, so he specially wrote annotations. The annotations were very simple: "Anyone who can follow the twenty sect rules one by one is a sage. There is no need to read them carefully. We, mortals, only need to abide by the laws and regulations of the country and social order and good customs."

That’s fine.”

The "Cultivation" part is a summary of the insights of martial arts training by the leaders of the past generations. The cultural levels of the leaders of the past generations are different, and the "legacies" left behind are also diverse. Some are the formulas for bending the teeth, and some are kicking with stretched arms.

The legs are stick figures.

In this part, the old man wrote the annotation at the front, and the annotation has the flavor of "a broad mind": "I think you may not understand it. If you don't understand it, just read it slowly. If you read it slowly and you still don't understand it, then

Just pull him down."

The last part is "unique ancient prescriptions". Yu Lanchuan has heard of this. It is said that in ancient times, many sects had their own unique prescriptions for treating external injuries, regulating inner breath, and detoxifying. They had everything. They were mysterious and the prescriptions were not the same.

Side stories are part of the sect's inheritance. Just like the "Life and Fortune Pill" and "Nine Transformations Lingbao Pill" written in martial arts novels.

Yu Lanchuan curiously turned to the last part, wanting to see what secrets his sect had that were not told. He found out that the old man had covered those pages with ink, and wrote in big red letters, "This stuff is unscientific, and you are sick."

Hospital".

Followed by three exclamation marks.

The one hundred and thirty-seventh sect leader held this mantle and tasted it, feeling that this sect's strength...may be the end of it.

The owner of the electric car finally arrived late, and the truck driver began to complain unsatisfactorily. The voice drew Yu Lanchuan's attention back. He raised his head and looked at the eleven-story building in the yard with a complicated expression.

Among the old man's relics, the most important and most difficult to deal with may be this suite.

The old man's house is on the tenth floor. It is a small two-bedroom apartment with an area of ​​about 70 square meters. Just now, Yu Lanchuan inquired at the real estate agency at the intersection. The market price of such a house is 8.5 million, excluding tax.

This number makes working-class people dizzy.

Old Yu Huaide has never been married and has no children. He has grown up with his younger brother, Yu Lanchuan's grandfather. Yu Lanchuan's grandparents passed away a few years ago. Their family is sparse, and his father and he are both only children.

Yu Lanchuan's biological father, Yu Jianhua, was fed up with the shackles of marriage and family. He finally got divorced and was like a free bird out of the cage. Now he is a firm non-marriage person. When his grandfather passed away, Yu Jianhua rushed over to see the body.

, helped him take care of the funeral, then waved his sleeves and left. As for the inheritance, his father said: "Anyway, in this generation, you are the only one left in our family. Whatever you have in the future will be yours. You own it."

Let’s see what happens.”

So - this apartment, in theory, should fall into his hands.

The same world, the same dream that thousands of house slaves and dogs have had.

...it almost appeared on him.

Unfortunately, this is not the story of the second half of "Jane Eyre", because the old man also said in his will that this apartment cannot be left to his descendants.

During the "housing reform" period, to obtain the property rights of a house, you had to pay 50,000 yuan. Although it seems like getting it for free now, more than 20 years ago, 50,000 yuan was no longer a small amount for most people.

The number is up.

The old man was a bachelor and always spent as much as he earned. Let alone 50,000, he couldn't even come up with 5,000. The money for buying a house was collectively given by his friends from all over the world who heard that he was in trouble.

Made up.

The old man is very popular and has helped too many people. I don’t know how many people have donated money to him. Some of them are short of money and can only afford thirty or fifty yuan. They are too embarrassed to leave their names and have no intention of asking him to pay them back.

.

Later, before the old man could figure out who should repay the money, domestic housing prices took off along with the economy. The price of a small public house worth 50,000 yuan doubled in the second year. After that, as people were stunned, it took off like a rocket and flew all the way.

Up to heaven.

At this time, if you want to part with the 50,000 you had back then, it would be almost meaningless to be a human being.

Therefore, old man Yu Huaide said that although this apartment is in his name, it cannot be regarded as his private property and he will never sell it. Friends in the martial arts world can come here if they come to Yanning for business.

In other words, the school district room that is almost named Yu is the "Office in Yanning" of the Wulin Alliance.

Yu Lanchuan's heart bleeds when he thinks of this - couldn't these inconspicuous things be found in a remote suburban county to set up an office!

Just when he was secretly feeling sad and angry with a cold face, a gust of wind suddenly came from behind and hit him on the back of the head. Yu Lanchuan was still immersed in eight million things, without thinking, and his body instinctively took a step away, and at the same time he turned sideways and sank.

His elbow hit him backwards. A plastic walking stick slipped out from under his elbow like a fish, and swept towards his ribs in response to his shifted center of gravity. Yu Lanchuan used his hands, shoulders, and elbows as swords, and in the blink of an eye, he single-handedly

The hand and the cane that seemed to be sticking to his body passed for about ten times, until the cane almost touched the grandfather's urn, and he could not stop.

Yu Lanchuan adjusted his glasses in embarrassment, and then he saw clearly that the lunatic old man who stabbed him with a stick when he had nothing to do was an old man.

The old man wore a red sleeve band on his arm, carried a green plastic walking stick in his hand, had a few fashionable patches on his clean white shirt, and wore a pair of tortoiseshell reading glasses.

The old man lowered his head, looked over his reading glasses, looked at the urn, then looked at Yu Lanchuan, and smiled: "Brother Yu, my precious grandson has sent you back! Xiaochuan has grown so big, and he was so old just now

Looking at it from a distance, Grandpa Yang almost didn’t recognize it.”

Yu Lanchuan was stunned for a moment, but he could hold back his temper. When he took a closer look, he remembered that this Grandpa Yang seemed to live on the sixth floor and had the best relationship with their old man. They used to go fishing together.

Lao Yang put the plastic crutch under his arm, and didn't see any movement clearly. It seemed that he just reached out lightly and took the urn.

Yu Lanchuan: "Hey..."

"We're home, kid, please let me give my old brother a ride." Lao Yang waved to him, and then, with a look of loneliness on his face, he said, "Fu Liang Yue, Han Jiang Xue, Tang Qian Yan, Chuan Lin Feng...

The Five Ultimates back then, these years, they have been able to move around, but they have nothing to do, and now, I am the only one left who is immortal."

Five unique skills? Aren’t these only four?

Yu Lanchuan looked at the old man's staggering back with fear, fearing that he might have thrown his grandfather because he heard that illiteracy seemed to be one of the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease.

"There are no successors. Only your family, Xiaochuan, is a bit promising and can catch a few sticks from me. The others... well, they are nothing!" Old Yang talked to the urn nonchalantly, "There is a martial arts conference every three years.

, It’s a good time for you to leave. If everyone comes to Yanning this year, who will they come after?”

"By the way," Lao Yang remembered something and turned to ask Yu Lanchuan, "How many levels have you mastered Xiaochuan's Seven Secrets Sword?"

Yu Lanchuan was confused: "...What is the rating standard?"

S&P?

After hearing this, Lao Yang sighed heavily - weasels lay waste to mice, and every generation is worse than the last.

Lao Yang sighed and led the big mouse Yu Lanchuan into the elevator room. There was already someone waiting for the elevator. Yu Lanchuan's eyes swept over the person and suddenly he was stunned: "Is it you?"

Gan Qing really couldn't find a house, so she had no choice but to shamelessly pick up the words she spat out and eat them again. In disgrace, she went to Boss Meng's relatives' house to ask for shelter. In order to leave a good impression on the old lady, she specially made a special trip today.

After sorting it out, I found out the only dress besides the "work clothes". I combed my hair well and tucked it behind my ears, revealing my smooth forehead and facial features. I looked very human.

She originally wanted to "enter the village quietly without any shooting" and try to be as low-key as possible, but she didn't expect to run into these two people before she even went upstairs. She was really unlucky.

Gan Qing's eyes quickly glanced at the plastic walking stick in Lao Yang's hand. He didn't dare to look at it and gave Yu Lanchuan an extraordinarily quiet smile.

When she smiled, the corners of her mouth were pointed. For some reason, Yu Lanchuan felt the strange familiarity of that day in the back alley of Nitang. He couldn't help but look at her twice and asked doubtfully: "You live here too?"
Chapter completed!