In the yard, Dalang was asking Zhang Qiu for advice on sword skills.

Dalang really came here to learn something, especially after the Battle of Quyang, he became crazy about martial arts. After following Chen Mo to Qingzhou, it was not that Chen Mo didn't want to take him out with him, but that Dalang either struggled to exert himself or pestered him every day.

Even Chen Mo, who was already working very hard, was a little amazed by his crazy enthusiasm as a county lieutenant and a meritorious master learning martial arts.

In the past, Da Lang and Chen Mo would feel that Chen Mo was wasting his time when he was standing still and practicing calligraphy, but now Da Lang is much crazier than Chen Mo back then.

"Da Lang, let's eat together?" Chen Mo greeted.

"Wait a moment!" Dalang looked at the sky and shook his head. The time has not come yet. He has a fixed meal time every day, and he doesn't know who taught him.

A ring-shou knife does not dance very fast, it just repeats the chopping action. However, Chen Mo knows very well that the weight of a ring-shou knife may not seem heavy, but it is extremely difficult to keep slashing like this.

If you use improper force, you may even injure yourself.

"Sir, the food is ready!" Juan'er trotted to Chen Mo's side and bowed.

"Later, maybe I haven't practiced stick skills for a long time. I just want to practice some and eat together later." Chen Mo shook his head. The period of time he came to Qingzhou was quite fulfilling for Chen Mo. He learned a lot.

, making friends, life is very different from the past, but sometimes, Chen Mo will feel an inexplicable emptiness in his heart. He doesn't know what this emptiness is, but when he saw Dalang today, Chen Mo suddenly figured it out.

That feeling before.

Although my hometown is busy, I play with my friends every day. Although I don’t eat enough, it’s very lively when we get together. But now, the teacher treats me as if he were his own family, but there are etiquettes for eating. The master and the apprentice each have a table.

They knelt down on the table and sat on it, each eating his own food. After eating, he got up and left to rest. Although the food was good, it didn't have the same taste as before.

He found a wooden stick from the weapons rack. Chen Mo also practiced stick skills every day, but he was not like Da Lang. He practiced martial arts for two hours every day, half of which was due to physical exertion. In terms of hard work,

Chen Mo really can't keep up with Dalang in terms of martial arts.

The two of them didn't speak, and they just continued practicing until after dark, and then they stopped.

"Happy!" Dalang swung the Huanshou sword in his hand and accurately inserted it upside down on the weapon rack.

"It's all fancy." Chen Mo stood the wooden stick on the weapon stand, shook his head and said with a smile. He couldn't do this kind of action at his current level. He felt a little envious in his heart. Unknowingly, Dalang seemed to surpass him in martial arts.

Own.

"Master, food..." Juan'er came over and said to Chen Mo.

"Just eat here." Chen Mo said with a smile.

"You have a distinguished status now, isn't it inappropriate to eat like this?" Dalang came out carrying a sea bowl bigger than his head, looked at the food box Juan'er was carrying, and shook his head.

"Etiquette, if you keep it for a long time, it feels like being in jail. It's very boring." Chen Mo followed Dalang and sat on the floor like this. He opened the food box and looked at the exquisite pastries and preserved fruits and meat inside. He could clearly hear the sound.

The sound of Dalang swallowing saliva.

"Let's eat together." Chen Mo put down the food box and said while holding his own bowl: "Although it is not etiquette, we seem to have been eating like this since we were young, so there is nothing wrong with it."

"The status is different. You are now a young master." Dalang politely put a piece of meat into his bowl, brought the bowl to his mouth, opened his mouth, pulled the chopsticks into his mouth, chewed it a few times and then swallowed it.

, the mouth seemed to be glued to the bowl, and the food in the bowl seemed not to separate until it was finished.

"This is because of my mentor's influence, and it's not my fault." Chen Mo stuttered, not very heroic, but not very polite either. He just finished the food in his mouth and then picked it up again.

"Do you know why I practice martial arts so hard?" Dalang stopped eating rice and asked vaguely while chewing.

"It's about the same as me. I don't want to be so powerless anymore and don't want to be bullied." Chen Mo looked at the dimming sky and muttered to himself.

"I'm not afraid you'll be angry." Dalang smacked his lips and said, "Actually, sometimes I wonder, if I had your abilities back then, would I be valued by celebrities like you now, or would I directly replace you?"

Chen Mo turned his head and looked at Dalang with some surprise: "Why do you want to say this to me?"

"I don't know. It's more comfortable to say it. After all, I owe my existence to you. Such thoughts are a bit mean. I want to be an upright hero." Dalang lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"I recently learned knowledge from my teacher, and what he taught me recently was a bit different from what I thought of knowledge." Chen Mo thought, "It seems that everyone is like this. If people who have nothing to do with them are rich, they will envy them.

But if someone close to you suddenly becomes rich, you will be jealous and resentful. This is a bad trait that everyone has, but not everyone can admit it. From this point of view, you are more upright than most people."

"Is there such a thing as learning?" Dalang looked at Chen Mo in astonishment. He always felt that learning was different from what he imagined.

"Then what do you think it is?" Chen Mo looked at Dalang curiously.

"Study every day, study and then study again. These days I think you haven't done much studying, so I thought you were slacking off." Dalang thought for a while and said.

"That's what is recorded in the book. A book of ten thousand words can be recited in three or two days, but reciting it is one thing, and whether you can understand the truth is another thing." Chen Mo shook his head, as if he

I used to think so too.

"Can you recite a book with ten thousand words in three or two days?" Dalang turned to look at Juan'er and said, "I remember Juan'er told me that it is extremely impressive for an ordinary person to be able to read through a book with ten thousand words in three to five days.

Yes, can you recite it?"

"I'm not sure, but it's almost the same. I can usually remember it after reading it twice." Chen Mo thought for a while.

Juan'er: "..."

Dalang: "I haven't read the book, don't lie to me."

"That's how I am anyway." Chen Mo shook his head. The more books he read, his memory seemed to be getting better and better. He didn't have this ability at the beginning, but recently he has it. What is it like for other people to read? Chen Mo

I really don’t know, Tang Yuan and the others don’t seem to be willing to share their reading experience with me.

"Okay, I've said what I need to say, and I feel a lot more at ease." Dalang didn't care much about reading, so he waved his hand, put the empty bowl on the ground, lay back and said, "Do you blame me?

"

"I don't know." Chen Mo shook his head and said, "It's a little bit. After all, I'm so good to you. If you don't blame me, it's impossible. But you can say it so frankly, and that anger suddenly disappears.

Gone."

"If you don't blame me, then I will keep you here. If you become an official in the future, I will help you kill people!"

"Why should being an official and killing people be linked together?"

"Isn't it like this all the time?"

"of course not."

"But I saw that Magistrate Zang was very quick when he killed people."

"This is different!"
Chapter completed!