Chapter 45 Sunshine

Two well-travelled guests came to the Supervisory Office. Both of them were in their weak years, with jade trees facing the wind, like phoebe trees and pine trees. They were of first-class beauty. After the concierge heard that he was here to visit Mr. Cui, he didn't even ask about his identity. He quickly led him into the official residence and led him to the other courtyard where Mr. Cui lived temporarily. He knocked on the door and the concierge respectfully left.

The person who opened the door was the gentleman who came here to ask for the winning thing on behalf of Confucianism. He won the reputation of Hebilang when he was young and has always been regarded as the next master of Guanhu Academy. The perfect choice. After seeing the two young people, he was both surprised and surprised. He looked at one of the young people leaning against the door and asked with a smile: "Ba Qiao, who is this friend next to you?"

The young man who was called Baqiao said with a playful smile: "This guy is a descendant of the Chen family from Longwei County of the Dayong Dynasty. Brother Cui, just call him Songfeng. This guy is not good at beauty and wine in his life, only Shi. Yan Zhiqi, I heard that there are several old pits in the creek here, so I wanted to try my luck. He also has a distant relative who is also accompanying us this time. If it weren't for her, Matsukaze and I wouldn't have delayed. She had only entered the town now. She should have come two days earlier. She didn't like to interact with people, so she went to visit the town by herself. Unfortunately, on the way here, she heard that a prince of the Sui Dynasty had died. It’s a great opportunity to earn a golden dragon and carp, and I’m very hopeful that I can become a dragon in the future. I’m so greedy that my eyes are red. Brother Cui, take a look, it’s full of bloodshot eyes, right?”

The young man stretched his head towards the Confucian gentleman. The latter smiled and pushed the head away with his fingers, reminding: "Liu Baqiao, since your trip has been delayed, you should hurry up and do business. Why don't you come to my place to do it?" What? When did Fengleiyuan's behavior become so procrastinating?" The disciple of Chen from Longwei County looked apologetic and said with a wry smile: "There was an accident on the way here. Brother Baqiao injured the viscera orifice that serves as the sword-raising room, so he had to take the risk of moving the natal sword to the Mingtang orifice. If it hadn't been for my poor cultivation and becoming a burden, Brother Baqiao would never have been injured."

The Confucian gentleman has known the talented swordsman of Fenglei Garden for a long time, and knew his naturally inconsistent character, so he brought the two of them into the courtyard.

Liu Baqiao suddenly lowered his voice, "Brother Cui, tell me clearly, is the world here about to collapse? Mr. Qi, who migrated here from Shanya Academy, is really determined to defy heaven and earth?" Act?"

The scholar named Cui turned a deaf ear.

Liu Baqiao smiled and pointed at Mr. Cui, "I already understand."

The Confucian gentleman seemed to say casually: "Songfeng, I said before I visited Mr. Qi at the school and he saidWhen it came to self-cultivation, I had the feeling that "time has not waited for us". ”

Cultivate oneself, harmonize one’s family, govern the country, and bring peace to the world. This sage seed from the Cui family only talked about self-cultivation and then stopped.

At first, Chen Songfeng thought it was a friendship between scholars. The polite greetings were exchanged, but when he saw the other person's eyes, something clicked, and Chen Songfeng immediately understood. He cupped his fists and said: "Mr. Cui, I will go find the distant cousin, and when I come back, I will ask you for advice on how to govern the country. "

In Chen Songfeng's words, he intentionally or unintentionally skipped the link of "regulating the family" and only mentioned governing the country.

Chen Songfeng left in a hurry.

The scholar surnamed Cui Sighing, he and Liu Baqiao sat at the stone table in the small courtyard.

Liu Baqiao crossed his legs and said bluntly: "This Chen Songfeng is smart, and it shows clearly, but his appearance is too good. I don’t care, I’ll just sit down and chat with you for a few words, and it won’t be too late to leave. Why are you so eager to ask for the ancestral locust leaves? I don’t think it’s necessary. Nowadays, apart from the Chen family of Longwei County, in Dongbaopingzhou, how many prominent family members with surnames are left? If those locust leaves didn't just fall into Chen Songfeng's pocket, would they also fall on the heads of the local people in the town? ”

The Chen family of Dongbaopingzhou is respected by the Chen family of Longwei County. Although it has been silent for a long time, it is just that the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse. Although the momentum is low, after all, there was an event in the ancestors. There are many powerful sects with thousands of years of history, so even a prosperous sect like Fengleiyuan where Liu Baqiao is located does not dare to underestimate them, so even people like Liu Baqiao are willing to associate with them and regard them as half-friends. .

The scholar asked curiously: "Are you here to find Master Ruan and ask him to help you make a sword? "

Liu Baqiao was hesitant and unclear.

The rough meaning is to do something to help the sect. If it is done, Fengleiyuan will come forward to plead with Master Ruan on his behalf. Forging swords. As for what happened, Liu Baqiao seemed a little bit embarrassed.

The scholar added: "Did you know that there are also people coming from Zhengyang Mountain, and they are the master and the servant. "

Liu Baqiao was stunned and said in shock: "I didn't hear about it at all. Who came to Zhengyang Mountain? ”

Then this young swordsman, who was famous for being domineering in Fenglei Garden, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and prayed in a broken voice: “Don’t be Fairy Su who has conquered the country, I beg you on my knees. Unless Fairy Su is here, should I draw my sword or not? When Fairy Su looked at me, I was about to cry. How could I be willing to sacrifice my flying sword..."

The scholar was a little helpless, "Don't worry, it's not Fairy Su you like, but the white ape who protects the mountain. He Escorting the precious granddaughter of Tao Kui, the Chunyang sword ancestor of Zhengyang Mountain. "

"Old Cui, you are really my lucky star! If it weren't for Fairy Su, everything would be fine! "Liu Baqiao immediately jumped up and down, laughing loudly and said: "Are you afraid of him? ! Am I still afraid of an old beast? ! Everyone in Fengleiyuan can be afraid of us, except Zhengyang Mountain! ”

The scholar hesitated for a moment, “Fenglei Garden and Zhengyang Mountain are originally the authentic swordsmanship with the same roots. Why can’t we explain it?”Open a knot?

Liu Baqiao stopped his joking expression and said in a deep voice: "Cui Minghuang, when you go to Fenglei Garden in the future, you must never say a word like this to anyone." ”

The scholars sighed deeply.

Fenglei Garden, Zhengyang Mountain.

From the founder of the Sword Immortal to the disciples who have just started, both sides often do not need a word. If they don't agree, they will draw their swords directly.

The official concierge and the old steward suddenly rushed outside the courtyard gate, and Cui Minghuang and Liu Baqiao stood up at the same time.

The steward walked into the courtyard, saluted, and said, "Mr. Cui, we just received news that Zhengyang Mountain has taken action against a young man named Liu Xianyang. "

Liu Baqiao suddenly became furious, "Which Liu Xianyang? ! "

The steward had great respect for Mr. Cui. As for the unknown young man in front of him, the old man was not afraid. He replied calmly: "Reporting to this young man, there is only one person named Liu Xianyang in our town. "

Liu Baqiao's expression changed drastically and he sneered: "What a Zhengyangshan, you are going too far to deceive others! "

Cui Minghuang looked calm and asked: "Will Mr. Qi come forward? "

The steward shook his head and said: "Not yet. I heard that the young man was taken to Master Ruan's sword shop. It was estimated that even if he was not dead, he would only have one breath left. Some people saw with their own eyes how the young man survived after his chest was smashed by a punch. "

Cui Minghuang smiled and said, "Thank you, old gentleman, for telling me this.

The old steward waved his hand quickly, "Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously. It's your duty to disturb Mr. Cui." "

After the steward led the concierge away, Cui Minghuang saw Liu Baqiao sitting back on the stone bench and asked doubtfully: "Did you come just for that boy? "

Liu Baqiao's face was gloomy and uncertain, "It's half. There will be trouble, big trouble. "

Cui Minghuang asked: "It's not just the grievances involving Fengleiyuan and Zhengyang Mountain? "

Liu Baqiao nodded, "far more than that. "

The scholar sat with his hands folded and said softly: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. It seems that it's time for me to set off to retrieve the Sifang Zhengui. Even if Mr. Qi mistakenly thinks that we, Guanhu Academy, are adding insult to injury, there is nothing I can do. "

Cui Minghuang stood up and said, "I'm going to the school. I'll come back as soon as I go. "

After he left the official residence on Fulu Street, he passed by the Twelve-foot Archway, stopped, and looked up at the four-character plaque "Do your duty without giving in".

Under the sun, scholars He put his hand to cover his forehead.

After hesitating for a while, he turned around and returned to the official office.

Bai Fulu Street. The burly old man led the girl, who was as delicate as a porcelain doll, and did not enter the Lu family's mansion. Instead, he went to the Song family. Someone was waiting at the door to welcome them into the home. In the main hall where the plaque "Ganlu Hall" was hung Inside, a majestic old man stood up, came to the door to greet him, cupped his fists and said, "Li Hong has met Senior Yuan. ”

ZhengyangThe mountain-moving old ape nodded casually to the head of the Li family, let go of the little girl's hand, lowered his head and said softly: "Miss, I'm waiting for you at the top of the mountain."

The little girl Sitting on the threshold of the main hall, he was very angry and said nothing.

The head of the Li family said softly: "Senior, don't worry, our Li family will definitely send Miss Tao out of the town safe and sound."

The old ape hummed, "Please help me this time. Take care of the young lady, even if Zhengyang Mountain owes you a favor. Let me have a word with the young lady."

The old man immediately left the main hall and ordered that no one in the family should come close to the Ganlu Hall.

The old man also sat on the threshold and thought for a while, "Miss, there are some things that I shouldn't say to you, but the matter has reached this point and there is no point in hiding it anymore, so I will tell you all. This trip to the small town was probably a well-planned plan. The wife of the Xu family in Qingfeng City cannot escape, but she may not be the most important person. The great thing about this trap is that even the old slave. Even if you notice it, you can't help but jump. What the young lady doesn't know is that the owner of the sword scripture was once a swordsman who rebelled from Zhengyang Mountain, and he created it himself. According to your grandfather, this sword scripture was created by him. The most valuable thing about the Sword Classic is that although the person who wrote the book is just touching the threshold of swordsmanship in the end, the content of the Sword Classic directly points to the great road. Miss, think about it, Mr. Xie, who has good relations with us in Zhengyang Mountain. Ancestor, with such vision, he still gave this sword scripture an "extremely high" comment."

The old man's tone was a bit cold, "And this swordsman genius who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors. When he was desperate, he took refuge in Fengleiyuan, our old enemy in Zhengyang Mountain. Fengleiyuan did protect this person for most of his life. He was a coward for most of his life. Later, in order to confirm the Sword Sutra, he quietly left Fengleiyuan and looked for the digital certificate. Even if the great swordsmen who have mastered the Tao, such as the ancestor of the Xie family, disdain his character, they do admire the writing of the Sword Classic. The ancestor of the Xie family once said privately that the Sword Classic merges the two families of Zhengyang Mountain and Fengleiyuan. Once someone on either side has mastered the spirit of swordsmanship, the battle between the two families will come to an end."

The old man said solemnly: "So, if I can get this sword scripture, I will. If you get it and leave it to Miss you to practice, it is the best result. Even if we don't get it at Zhengyang Mountain, those young people like Old Dragon City Yunxiashan will lose the opportunity. Yang Shan can tolerate it, but there is only one thing that he must not give in to, and that is if the bastards from Fenglei Garden get the Sword Sutra!"

The old man's face was ashen and ferocious, "Miss, don't forget it! Well, in the deepest part of Fenglei Garden, on the sword testing ground, our ancestor from Zhengyang Mountain is also the ancestor of your lineage, Miss. When she was at her weakest in Zhengyang Mountain, she resolutely The owner of the Fenglei Garden who challenged that generation died in a majestic battle. Instead of being sent back to Zhengyang Mountain for burial by Fenglei Garden, her body was left to be exposed to the sun. There was even a handful of Fenglei Garden stuck in her head. The swordsman's long sword was deliberately left to be watched and laughed at."

"Three hundred years, a full three hundred years!Years ago, even though Zhengyang Mountain was recognized as having many talented people, it was still unable to pull out even a single sword from Fenglei Garden! Generations of Zhengyang Mountain sword cultivators have endured this shame and humiliation. The day Zhengyang Mountain immortalizes Feng Lei Garden, the day it becomes a joke to the entire Dongbaopingzhou. ”

“Why do we, Zhengyang Mountain, every ancestor who has achieved the status of Sword Immortal, never wants to hold a celebration to tell the world? ! ”

The little girl has long been familiar with these old events, and her ears can even hear them.

But when relatives and elders talked about it before, they tried to be as calm as possible. Feng Qing's tone mentioned this public case grievance, far from being full of anger and expressing his heart like the mountain ape.

The little girl asked in a childish voice: "Grandpa Bai Ape, why don't you just say it." Punch that stubborn young man to death? Although his meridians are now broken, his breath is broken and chaotic, and the sword sutra will naturally be smashed into pieces, and the gods cannot recover. But if you are not afraid of ten thousand, you are afraid of what if. If someone saves him, if someone gets the Sword Sutra, what will we do in Zhengyang Mountain? ”

The inheritance method of that sword scripture is extremely special and mysterious, and cannot be explained in words. It seems that it was inscribed on the wall by the ancestor of the Liu family, or that the traitor of Zhengyang Mountain left behind an uncertain sword intention. In the bodies of descendants, passed down from generation to generation, they have been waiting for the emergence of talented descendants who can control the sword intention that contains the content of the Sword Sutra.

So as long as the young man dies, his porcelain buyer and Feng Lei will be dead. The garden was completely ruined. The sword scripture that had never really appeared in the world disappeared.

The old man laughed and said: "If I kill that young man on the spot, I will be kicked out of this place instantly. Xiaotiandi, what will the young lady do then? Do you want the young lady to face the people of Fengleiyuan alone? Furthermore, all magic is prohibited here. Master Ruan can make swords and kill people, but his ability to save people is really not that good. Besides, is it possible for Qi Jingchun to take action? Absolutely not. Now that he is a clay Buddha, he cannot save himself when crossing the river. Besides, if he really pisses off the old slave, he will reveal his true form in the worst case. The old slave wants to see if this square of heaven and earth can support the old slave. Qianzhang's true body! "

The old slave stood up with great momentum and said: "Miss, I don't need to pay attention to the matter of the young man on the covered bridge. The old slave killed the people in Fenglei Garden and is waiting for you outside the gate of the top of the mountain. . If Qi Jingchun knew what was going on, he would watch the fire from the other side. If he dared to intervene, the old slave would dare to smash him into pieces. Even if Master Ruan takes action, the old slave will have to fight him to the end to make this trip worthwhile! "

The little girl thought for a moment, then smiled brightly and said: "Grandpa Bai Yuan, go ahead and don't worry about me. "

The old man smiled casually and said: "Miss, you don't need to worry about me anymore. ”

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A room in Jianpu by the stream was filled with a strong smell of blood. Pots of blood were brought out, and then pots were brought back. A basin of water.

An old man who was almost grabbed by a young girl in green clothes, the shopkeeper of the Yang Family Pharmacy, was sitting on a small stool in front of the window, reaching out to wash away the blood on his hands, sweat dripping from his forehead. , raised his head and shook his head helplessly: "Master Ruan, This young man’s injuries are too serious. If it were outside the town..."

Master Ruan, who had his arms folded, said with a straight face: "Stop talking nonsense. "

The old man could only smile bitterly.

He did say nonsense. If it was outside the town, there would be no need for him to take action.

The girl in blue Ruan Xiu stared intently at the locust leaf placed on the sick boy's forehead. It was already dull and green, but there was no trace of green at all. She turned her head suddenly and asked angrily: "Didn't we agree, Chen?" If Ping An takes out his locust leaf, will Liu Xianyang be half alive? "

The old shopkeeper of Yang's shop sighed: "If the owner of the Sophora japonica leaves suffers such a serious injury, and then bears the ancestral shade of the Sophora japonica leaves, of course there is a 50% chance of being saved, but it will be used for the enjoyment of others. Fuyin is a different story. "

Ruan Xiu shouted angrily: "The surname is Yang! Then why did you talk nonsense before, saying that there was a 50% chance? ! Why didn't you tell me earlier? ”

The old man was crying and feeling extremely aggrieved, “If I hadn’t said that at that time, I’m afraid I would have been beaten to death by you if the boy hadn’t died. "

Ruan Xiu turned pale with anger and was about to curse.

The man said in a deep voice: "Xiu Xiu, please don't be rude to Shopkeeper Yang. "

Ruan Xiu gritted her teeth and remained silent.

After the man was silent for a moment, he glanced at the old shopkeeper who was stunned and had not moved for a long time. As if spring thunder bloomed for no reason, he just He started to curse loudly: "Shopkeeper Yang, you are like a fucking wooden pestle here, are you seeking death? ! "

When encountering such a father and daughter, the old man really wanted to cry without tears. The key is that he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction, so he had to bite the bullet and continue to be a living doctor.

Moment by moment. A few minutes later, the medicine shop owner was also extremely irritable. He looked down at the basin of water, suddenly slapped the water with his palm, causing countless splashes, then raised his head and said to Master Ruan with great sadness and anger: "Master Ruan! You might as well stab me to death with your sword. I'm just a medicine seller, not a miracle doctor who can bring the dead back to life! "

The blacksmith frowned little by little.

The old man immediately shrank his neck.

The young man finally spoke out, "Shopkeeper Yang, Try it again. "

After the old man turned to look at the young man, the young man's eyes were clean and his tone was slightly aggravated: "Try again! "

The old man exhaled a breath of turbidity and couldn't bear to say: "Son, I really can't do anything. "

The young man struggled to squeeze out a smile, "Shopkeeper Yang, please. "

The old man's face was full of exhaustion, but he still shook his head.

The last look of hope in the eyes of the straw-shoe boy also disappeared.

He squatted down and put down the washbasin, sat on the edge of the bed, held the tall boy's already slightly cold hand, and squeezed out a cry that was uglier than bitter.With a smile on his face, he whispered: "I will be back."

The young man stood up and left the house, walked to the threshold, suddenly turned around, faced the Ruan family, his daughter and the old shopkeeper, and asked the businessman who has been busy until now. The three of them bowed in thanks.

The young man crossed the threshold.

The sun was a little dazzling. After a brief pause, the young man strode forward.

God won’t give you justice. It’s okay. I’ll get it myself. I’ll get as much as I can.