Chapter 168
The monsoon smoke, with its white color and mossy stone floor, slowly walked to the dark room, gently pushed the door open, and the creaking sound was extremely harsh. The room seemed clean, but the musty smell was so obvious.
A narrow bed, an old wooden table and a wooden bench are all in the room.
Without any decoration and decoration, everything seems to be simple and almost shabby
The monsoon smoke went to the stool and sat down. He was not angry or angry with everything in front of him. He just looked at the shabby room with his chin on one hand.
"You are miserable." The monsoon smoke chuckled, and said that to the original poor man.
As a miss of Ji's family, she lives in a room worse than her servant. What's the tragedy?
Xiaobaize wanders around the room, leaning uneasily against the legs of the monsoon smoke, which slaps its small head. Everything his eyes touch will recall the memory of the original Lord a little bit.
That dark, sighing memory.
Nothing to do, the monsoon smoke rose out of the room, along the cobblestone paved path out of this depressed courtyard.
Jijia's house is very large, and it seems that the big one will lose its direction inadvertently. However, this seemingly gorgeous courtyard is like a cage in the memory of the original owner.
Walking, monsoon smoke unconsciously came to a gate, standing in front of the iron gate, monsoon smoke came back to her mind, looking at everything in front of her, she could not help laughing.
The front door is the entrance to the martial arts arena of the Ji family. It's the place where the Ji family uses to cultivate the younger generation. Besides the children of the Ji family, there are a group of children selected from the outside. They don't have the surname Ji, but they grow up in the Ji family. They try their best to cultivate. They just want to get the approval of the Ji family one day and become the people of the Ji family. One surname is right For those children, it's their lifelong pursuit.
Monsoon smoke also doesn't know why it came here. In fact, the original owner seldom walks around in Jijia, but this is the martial arts arena. The original owner has been here several times, and a few good memories in Jijia are here.
When the original master was a child, he and other children had been trained in the martial arts arena together. In order to cultivate the next generation, Ji's family invited many mentors to come. One of them was very strong, and the original master also worshipped him as a teacher. The man was good to the original master. It can be said that the tutor was the only one who felt warm in the original master's family.
"Tutor..." Monsoon smoke looked at the gate and murmured. The original master was very respectful of this tutor. Monsoon smoke was raised by the master himself. The mood was not aware of some subtleties.
Perhaps, she should take the place of the original master and ask the mentor a good question.
Just as the monsoon smoke was about to open the gate, a sharp voice suddenly appeared behind her.
"Who do I think this is? It turned out to be monsoon smoke. Didn't you go to Jicheng to be the city leader? How What brings you back? "
when the monsoon smoke turned around, I saw several 15-6-year-old girls coming towards her in groups. They were wearing grey clothes given by Ji's family to foreigners.
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[these two days are a little Calvin. Today's update may be a little late, but I will finish them even more. Sleepy students can go to have a rest first and get up early tomorrow to continue watching. ]