After Lin Zhihuang and his party left, only Mr. Shoushan, Wen Nanfang, and Yang Xitong were left in the wing.

Yang Xitong argued with others behind his back with a blushing face. It was one thing that Mr. Shoushan was not as good as his master, but when facing the world-famous Mr. Shoushan, he was still respectful and embarrassed.

Yang Xitong raised his eyes and saw Mr. Shoushan looking at him, and immediately bowed to him and gave him the junior salute: "The student just said something incomprehensible. Please don't blame me sir."

Mr. Moriyama smiled lightly and waved his hands when he heard this: "How can the youthful spirit be called shapeless? You can do things that are reasonable and follow your heart, so why do you need to care about other people's opinions?"

"Sir, you are open-minded, and the students admire you!" Yang Xitong heard this, his nervous expression relaxed slightly, and he gave another student salute to Mr. Shoushan.

Mr. Moriyama stroked his beard and said with a kind smile, "Senior brother, is he still in good health recently?"

"Sir, Master, he is in very good health. He goes to the fields by himself every day to tend to the fruits and vegetables he grows."

After Yang Xitong finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment, and then saluted: "To be honest, Master, although he is older than you, he looks... no less than twenty years younger than you...

..."

When Mr. Moriyama heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then he stroked his beard and burst into laughter.

After laughing, Mr. Shoushan asked Yang Xitong with a warm smile and talked in detail about some things about Mr. Linfang, and then the two of them gradually stopped talking.

During this period, Wen Nanfang sat quietly by the couch, listening to the two men talking, and from time to time he fed Mr. Moriyama a spoonful of medicine to drink.

After Mr. Shoushan and Yang Xitong finished chatting with Mr. Linfang, he sighed rather bitterly: "At the beginning, my senior brother chose to escape from the world, and I chose to join the world. The two paths went their separate ways, and it is indeed difficult for them to intersect. It seems that I want to

Take good care of your health, otherwise your life will be cut off before the journey is completed, which would be a pity."

"Master...it's the unfilial piety of my disciples...that makes you so sad..." Wen Nanfang put down the empty white porcelain medicine bowl in his hand and said hoarsely.

Mr. Moriyama slowly shook his head: "It's just a disaster. I understand you best. You are all people with persistence in your heart. Although you have different paths, you are all good children. I can be your mentor.

That’s the honor of being a teacher.”

There were a few tears in Mr. Moriyama's eyes: "You are all proud of me as a teacher. I just feel sorry for a few of you. You were born to be capable people in troubled times. From now on, I am afraid that we are destined to become enemies with each other."

"Master..." Wen Nanfang's thin lips trembled slightly, stretched out his hand, and held Mr. Moriyama's wrinkled hand tightly.

"When it comes to major events in the world, they will be reunited if they are divided for a long time, and they will be divided if they are united for a long time. When I was a teacher ten years ago, when I saw the Wen clan acting like this, I knew that the world was in chaos."

"I made a mistake as a teacher before. I thought I had mastered the mysteries, and mistakenly believed that writing is a sharp weapon to stop the war. Cultivating talented people with writing can save the world and stop the chaos. But it was the swords of the barbarian thieves that woke me up."

As soon as Mr. Moriyama said these words, blood-red wounds appeared in his wise crane eyes.

"Master! Are you okay? Your body is fine!"

The atmosphere in the room was sad, and Wang Ti rushed in from the outside, breaking the desolation of the room.

Yang Xitong saw this opportunity and immediately respectfully bowed to Mr. Shoushan as a junior and begged to resign.

Mr. Morishan was obviously going to have a private conversation with his disciple. It was inappropriate for him, an outsider, to listen to it. Yang Xitong wanted to leave just now, but unfortunately the atmosphere was like this. It was not easy for him to interrupt the two masters and disciples who were immersed in memories of the past.

, so he stood aside quietly.

Mr. Morishan has taught so many students, how could he not understand what Yang Xitong meant. He suppressed the sadness on his face, smiled calmly, stroking his beard, and waved his hand to him.

As if he had received an amnesty, Yang Xitong jogged two steps, went to the couch and picked up the flip-up shoe that he had lost because of following Bian Hong. He immediately exited the wing and closed the room for all the masters and disciples in the room thoughtfully.

Door.

"Master, why are you still sick? Is it a serious illness? Or are you injured somewhere?" Wang Ti ran to Mr. Shoushan and nervously groped Mr. Shoushan's whole body with his hands up and down.

"Nothing." Mr. Shoushan felt itchy all over when Wang Ti touched him, and he brushed his hand away in a funny way.

"Master, disciple, I didn't intentionally leak your whereabouts." Seeing that Mr. Shoushan was fine, Wang Ti breathed a sigh of relief, then knelt down by the couch and begged him.

"It doesn't matter. Since you have surrendered to your lord, you should naturally put your lord's will first in major matters. Only this is righteous." Mr. Shoushan said this and raised his head to look at Wen Nanfang.

Wen Nanfang and Wang Ti heard this and saluted Mr. Shoushan at the same time to respect his accomplishment.

Mr. Moriyama stroked his beard and asked slowly: "What is your master's ambition that makes you ignore that she is a woman and still want to serve her?"

Wen Nan held the student ceremony towards Mr. Shoushan and solemnly replied: "My Lord is a selfless person. She acts to gain momentum and never acts for her own benefit. She truly has the master of the world in her heart!"

"The world belongs to the people. Her ambition is to ensure that the people of the world have enough to eat, that the people of the world can learn the art of literature, and that the people of the world have something to rely on in their old age and a life of support!"

Wang Ti also performed the student ceremony to Mr. Shoushan and solemnly replied: "My lord can make the disciple become the founder of the sect. No one can make the disciple like this except her."

"I want to use what I have created to benefit the people of the world. Only the Lord can help me with this wish."

After Mr. Shoushan heard the reasons why Wen Nanfang and Wang Ti surrendered to Lin Zhihuang, he nodded slowly.

The three masters and apprentices talked for a while. Wen Nanfang saw that Mr. Shoushan's face was getting more and more tired, so he ended the conversation and said: "Master, you are ill now, so you should recuperate here first. When you recover, the Lord will definitely send someone to help you."

I will send you to Zhuozhou properly. Please take a rest today while Nanfang and senior brother take their leave first."

Wen Nanfang asked Mr. Shoushan to lie down, tucked him in, and wanted to take Wang Ti out of here.

"Congshen, can Congyuan still go to Zhuozhou with my master this time?"

Before leaving the house, Mr. Moriyama's old and hoarse voice sounded faintly in the room.

Wen Nanfang's dark eyes flashed slightly and he replied softly: "I'm afraid it won't be possible."

Wang Ti shrank his neck, as if he had a guilty conscience, and took a step forward with his long legs, as if he wanted to escape from here.

Seeing that there was no sound in the room, Wen Nannan added softly: "Master, don't worry, the master will let me follow my senior brother and stay here voluntarily."

"good......."
Chapter completed!