There is a short old man in a small town school. Although he is a master, he is slovenly dressed. His name is Chen Zhenrong. He likes to drink. When he is drunk, he will stretch out his fingers in the air and draw random, winding and twisted shapes. Know exactly what you are writing or drawing. The drunken talk was neither Dali Mandarin nor Aquarius Island elegant dialect, and no one could understand it.
Although the old man's surname is Chen, he is not from the Chen family in Longwei County. However, Chen Songfeng, who has a distinguished status, respects the old man very much. The teachers in the school actually have a bad impression of this bad old man with a withdrawn temperament. .
Today, the sloppy old man drunkenly walked across the stone arch bridge and walked towards the blacksmith shop, chanting loudly in his own dialect, "Hold the river, touch the mountains, ride the vitality, swim in the twilight, the clouds steam and the rain flies, The sky is as high as the sea, so majestic!”
When the old man arrived at the shop, he finally didn’t just rush in, so he ran to the Longxu River to wash his face. Maybe a few handfuls of cold water couldn’t wash away his drunkenness. The old man simply lay down on the ground, put his whole head into the ice-cold water, shook it vigorously, and finally lifted it up suddenly, laughing loudly: "Comfortable, comfortable!"
The old man stood up and sighed suddenly, because he remembered The bleak situation of many descendants of the Chen family in the small town is that they are working as slaves for other families. Although the old man has no connection with them and knows the hardships of the world, he can't blame the descendants of the Chen family who have lost the face of their ancestors, but they are the same after all. With a surname, the old man was really depressed, so he had to open the wine bottle, hesitating, and after a fight between heaven and man, he looked around, then acted like a thief again, took a sneaky sip of wine, and muttered Said: "If you are in Nan Po Suo Continent, as long as you are a descendant of the Chen family with well-documented records, no matter how miserable you are, you will be reduced to being a cow and a horse for others, and you will lose the face of the Chen family."
When the old man said this, he gave himself a slap in the face for no reason, "You are such a shameless thing and you can't keep your mouth shut. You still drink even after you promised not to drink!"
The old man slapped himself in the face. , hehehe laughed, simply smashed the can, took two more sips, and only gave himself two painless slaps.
After drinking two large gulps of the wine he bought from the beautiful woman, the old man was finally satisfied and walked straight into the blacksmith shop, shouting Ruan Qiong’s name loudly. Soon Ruan Qiong walked out of a sword furnace. She took off the cowhide skirt around her waist and threw it to the long-browed boy behind her.
As soon as the old man saw this Ruan family saint who was born in Fengxue Temple, he started to make trouble, "Ruan Qiong, you are not as good as Qi Jingchun, you are really far inferior to Qi Jingchun..."
< p> Ruan Qiong didn't pay attention to this, as if he had been accustomed to it for a long time. He actually didn't even say hello to the old man and remained silent. On the contrary, the long-browed young man behind him frowned and just held back.Ruan Qiong led the way, and the old man walked side by side with him. He was still unwilling to let go of Ruan Qiong's ears, and talked like a market lady. This time, the old man used Posuzhou's The orthodox and elegant words have a unique charm, "Ruan Qiong, look at Qi Jingchun, whose cultural background is so targeted by us, but he is willing to repay evil with kindness and help take care of that regular script tree.Tree. "
"If it were me, wouldn't it be nice to let that girl Chen Dui see the trees at the grave first, then turn around and crush them with one foot, leaving us to rejoice in vain? It's a pity that Qi Jingchun is a gentleman and would not do such a thing. ”
“So when someone goes to our ancestors to reason with him, even if he steals the sun on our ancestors’ shoulders, our ancestors still don’t want to show off, and just let it go. He 'borrowed' it for hundreds of years. ”
“Look at you again, it’s really not what I said about you. You are depressed and have not made any progress in your Taoist practice. In the end, you have accepted three or two kittens and puppies as founding disciples. I’m just saying that this little leader Mei'er, depending on your family's strength, how many years of good times can you have? One hundred years, or two hundred years? "
When the old man said this, he smiled at the long-browed young man. The confused young man was initially a little annoyed and disliked the old man for not respecting his master enough. But when the old man showed him the kind look of an elder, The young man from the Xie family, who was always willing to take things lightly, could only nod his head slightly, not knowing that this old fox was full of bad intentions and was actually speaking ill of him.
The old man followed Ruan Qiong to a roof and stood side by side. There were several small green bamboo chairs. After the three of them sat down, the old man snorted: "The little girl who is missing her thumb is so stupid that she is really one of your kind?" ”
“The last one is even more ridiculous. A wild boar spirit turned into a handsome young man. Haha, Ruan Qiong, Ruan Qiong, I’m about to laugh out loud at you, don’t you? If you feel embarrassed, I will be embarrassed for you! "
Ruan Qiong finally spoke, "Are you done? After that, I’ll treat you to a drink. "
Ruan Qiong asked the Xie family boy to get up and get some wine.
"Buy me a drink? That's fine. I don't want to drink it. I just follow the local customs and do as the host does. This is how a saint like you treats guests. You can drink this kind of wine to a large extent!
The old man sat on the bamboo chair and turned to Ruan Qiong, "But drinking is drinking, and accepting disciples is accepting disciples. Now that you have left the hilltop of Fengxue Temple, you are finally going to establish a sect. Now, Now that the mountain has been established, it’s time to discuss the matter of the first disciple of the mountain. If that doesn’t work, I’ll find you three disciples and replace them all! Even if I am just one of the disciples of the Chen family in Posuzhou, I guarantee that I will be better than the three named disciples you currently have. ”
Ruan Qiong was unmoved, “When I accept disciples, I don’t look at talent or talent, I only choose the character of mind.”
The old man said angrily: "I knew it was such a bastard wording. You, Ruan Qiong, are just a stinking stone in the pit."
Ruan Qiong smiled for the first time and said: "Then you, Chen Zhenrong, are you still friends with me?" ”
Previously, Ruan Qiong was able to succeed the Confucian Qi Jingchun in charge of Lizhu Cave as a military strategist. Although it was related to Ruan Qiong’s high level, the Chen family, a pure Confucian, actually contributed a lot behind the scenes.
Ruan Qiong never denies anything about this.
"I am happy, but can you control me? ! "
The old man turned around angrily and yelled: "Where's the wine? Why haven't we come yet with the wine we promised to entertain guests?What's going on with that kid? Are you really angry with me..."
Ruan Qiong saw his old friend who was shouting all the way and asked with a smile: "Why, when I arrived in Longquan County, I met two people from the small town. Are you unhappy about the situation of the descendants of the Chen family? I'm not talking about you, but you and Chunru Chen have nothing to do with each other. Why are you angry? ”
“If you don’t mention this, you will be angry.
The old man sighed and glanced sideways at Ruan Qiong, "As for you, for the sake of Xiuxiu, you wanted to hide in peace, but now it has become a land of right and wrong. Are you okay?" ? "
Ruan Qiong shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, there are wrong moves.
The old man sneered and said, "It's OK to have strong bones, but don't speak harshly." "
Ruan Qiong said softly: "If there is trouble, I will definitely not be polite to you. ”
Out of the corner of his eye, the old man saw a young girl in green walking from a distance, and the boy from the Xie family beside her, bringing wine together.
The old man immediately beamed and waved to the girl Arms, "Xiu Xiu, come on, come on, eh?" Why did you turn around and leave? Don't leave. Xiu Xiu, is there a man you like? If not, I'll help you find one. Don't pick a man in a place as big as Aquarius Continent. It's such a barbaric land. What kind of good man can there be? Fengxue Temple Wei Jin and Da Li Song Changjing are pretty good. , but after all, I am a bit older, so I said that if I wanted to look for it, I would look for it in our Nan Posu Island... Alas, Xiu Xiu has gone far away. "
The old man was dejected, but fortunately there were two bottles of wine sent by the long-browed boy. One was placed at his feet, the other was opened, and he raised his head and started drinking.
Ruan Qiong took the jug, but had no intention of drinking, "You guys, Mr. Chen, have been looking all over the place, but haven't you only found Cao Jun? If I remember correctly, he is already over a hundred years old, right?
The old man said anxiously: "What happened to Cao Jun? I think he is doing well. If he had not been framed in his early years, he would be no worse than Wei and Jin. There are more than one or two late-blooming great swordsmen in history." Alas, the blame lies with his ancestor Cao Xi, who is not strong enough. If it were us, the children of the Chen family, who have such talents and qualifications, let’s see who dares to trip him up? "
Ruan Qiong didn't say anything. He had a very bad impression of Cao Jun.
The old man sighed and said: "I'm surprised. With the same surname, people from this side of the town Why are people so miserable? So where did all that luck go? In the past two thousand years, has anyone named Chen achieved great success in Aquarius Continent or other continents? ”
Ruan Qiong thought for a while, “It seems not.” "
The old man suddenly thought, "That's right. But just in case..."
Ruan Qiong seemed to be facing a powerful enemy and almost scolded: "When did you, Chen Zhenrong, become such a philistine? ! "
The old man stretched out a palm, and it turned out that his five fingers were trembling all the time. "I can't draw a real dragon. I can only draw some soft four-legged snakes. They are really good. I think I will change the name later. Just fake it. "
He took a sip of wine and said helplessly: "In this matter, if it were before, my words would still be of some use, but now I can't. ”
Ruan Qiong said angrily: "The noble Chen family..."
The old man interrupted Ruan Qiong's words, "Which family is not suffering from mud and sand? Within the Confucian tradition, there are no saints, gentlemen and wise men. This Isn't there a distinction between high and low? What's more, this matter is not as dirty as you think." Ruan Qiong was silent, feeling heavy in his heart.
When manpower is exhausted, so are the saints.