(I took leave yesterday, and today I will finish the 15,000-word chapter.)
Watch A pure martial artist who had only broken through three realms and four realms had such scenery to see. Song Yushao suddenly felt that no matter how unpalatable the current world was, it would not be a loss if he could live for a few more years.
Song Yushao gently patted the old sword on his waist, which was pulled by the powerful energy on the other side of the waterfall. The long sword in the sheath, which had already developed a close connection with the old man, felt a little lonely. Unbearable. Song Yushao, who was standing in the water pavilion, said sadly: "If Gao Feng was still alive, he might be standing here tonight."
The second term of Jianshui Villa The owner of the village, Song Gaofeng, is also the father of the young owner Song Fengshan. He is also a swordsman with first-class qualifications in the world. Unfortunately, he is jealous of talents, trapped by love, and goes astray. This is also Song Yushao's biggest problem. The tragedy was largely caused by Song Yushao, because Song Fengshan's mother was also a Shanze spirit, a taboo that was not tolerated by the world, but at that time Song Yushao was so high-spirited that he never cared about worldly views. With only one sword, he looked down upon the government and the public of Shushui. He believed that he was invincible, so he began to climb mountains alone to visit immortals, and finally rescued a kind-hearted little boy. The girl is the spirit of plants and trees that transforms into human form. Instead of rejecting her origin, Song Yushao brought her back to the villa. She and the young boy Song Gaofeng fell in love with each other. Song Yushao still had no objection to this and finally sat calmly in the high hall. , accepted the toast from the loving man and woman.
If it ends here, it can be considered a good relationship, but things in the world are unpredictable. A flowerbed carefully cultivated by a charming woman is full of aura, and the flowers and plants are spring all the time. I don’t know when they will bloom. , people in the martial arts world spread rumors that this flower garden on the mountain behind the villa has become a panacea that countless martial artists in the world dream of. If you eat one tree, you can increase your skill for ten years. After that, if someone picks one or two trees secretly, The kind-hearted woman just turned a blind eye and let the thieves take it away. The villa also made it clear that the plants planted in the flower garden did not have the magical effect of increasing people's power, but only slightly extended their lives. Over time, As time went by, the masters who coveted the flower garden gradually gave up their dirty thoughts. However, one day, when most of the flower garden was stolen, the thief was not satisfied and trampled all the remaining flowers and plants, leaving a mess on the ground. The flower garden is not conducive to the advancement of martial arts warriors, but it is an opportunity for Song Gaofeng's wife to achieve great success. After this catastrophe, the woman was heartbroken and her body was broken.
Song Gaofeng followed the clues and found out that the culprit was actually a woman from the world who hated him because of her love. Song Gaofeng handed out the sword without hesitation, but was struck by the woman. My father stopped me. You must know that the man was the leader of the martial arts alliance of Shushui Kingdom at that time. He was a famous boxing master in several countries. He was also a border military commander. He had deep-rooted official connections and won the respect and trust of His Majesty the Emperor.The alliance leader is just a means for the emperor to control the world.
No matter how desperately Song Gaofeng fought, he was no match for that man. After returning to Jianshui Villa, the woman and her father also came to apologize. The old man who was the leader of the martial arts alliance, as a person with Song Song Yushao, a leader in the world of the same generation as Yushao, was willing to cut off his own arm on the spot and stand outside the villa with blood dripping, saying that he could atone for his daughter's sins. Even if Song Yushao's swordsmanship was superior to that man's martial arts cultivation, he could still do it. How to do it? Cut off that man's arm again? Then cut off the head of the woman who caused the trouble with a sword?
We can only leave it at that.
Song Gaofeng didn't say a word, didn't even show his face, he just stayed by his wife's bedside.
After the father and daughter left, Song Yushao turned around sadly and went to tell his son about the outcome of the matter. Song Gaofeng closed the door and only said three words, "I know."
In the end, Song Yushao found out that his son Song Gaofeng had entered the magic way, practiced a magic secret book, and walked around the world for the last time, destroying his face, changing weapons, and leaving the sword behind. At home, on the day when the boxing master Jin Pen washed his hands and resigned as leader of the alliance, Song Gaofeng sneaked into the mansion and was seriously injured, but he successfully killed the enemy. By the time Song Gaofeng returned to the villa, he was exhausted, and finally he was separated from his dying wife. Gone by the eyes.
At that time, Song Yushao was standing outside the door, and his still young grandson Song Fengshan stayed silently beside his parents' bed, without shedding a tear or saying a word.
When people are in the arena, not only can they not control themselves, but they can also control their minds.
Song Yushao's guilt towards Song Gaofeng was passed on to his grandson Song Fengshan, especially after Song Fengshan insisted on marrying a charming woman. After that incident, Song Yushao was completely discouraged. Leng regretted himself even more, so even if Song Fengshan colluded with the other three evil spirits of Shushui Kingdom, Song Yushao was still unwilling to kill him, and would no longer use his own rules of the world to control Song Fengshan who insisted on going his own way.
Song Yushao knew what Song Fengshan was going to do.
That night Song Gaofeng killed the former martial arts leader who was someone in the court, but the real culprit escaped. After that, His Majesty the Emperor did not want to break up with Jianshui Villa, Perhaps feeling a little guilty, he personally acted as a matchmaker and made the poor woman who survived the disaster become the wife of a meritorious general from Shushui Kingdom and the highest-ranking royal wife of a country.
Everyone knows that the old swordsman Song Yushao is a stickler for the rules of the rivers and lakes, so the emperor of the Shushui Kingdom, who is the best swordsman in the rivers and lakes, does not have to worry. As for Song Yushao's grandson, he was very young at the time. Everyone felt that his memory must be vague and he was destined to be a serious trouble.
That’s it, after that, the people of Shushui CountryThis river and lake has been peaceful and beautiful for more than twenty years, and the throne of the leader of the martial arts league has been vacant for more than twenty years.
Until Song Fengshan opened the gate of Jianshui Villa and entertained heroes from all over with a banquet, the official alliance leader ceremony will be held tomorrow.
Song Yushao has no interest in the Jianghu for a long time, but he is not careless about everything. Why do he often travel alone in the Jianghu for so many years? Is it really relaxing? Out of sight and out of mind for your grandson?
Absolutely not.
But Song Yushao clearly knew that one day dark clouds would overwhelm the city and rush towards the Jianshui Villa where he had devoted his life. His grandson Song Fengshan would step over the border and appear in the seemingly blossoming garden. Under such a good situation, Song Yushao secretly became the target of public criticism from both the government and the public. Song Yushao also had other concerns besides the knot in his heart. The first knot was that he was ashamed of his son Song Gaofeng, and the second knot was that he had followed his own principles. The rules of the world he abides by are totally different from what his grandson does.
The Sword Master of Shushui Kingdom was hesitating in his heart whether to draw his sword to the court. Once the sword was drawn, Song Yushao didn't care at all whether it would challenge the emperor's majesty. It went against Song Yushao's original intention.
Because deep down in his heart, the old man never agreed with Song Fengshan's world.
I can’t tell anyone about all this.
The previous trip to the rivers and lakes was originally intended to find a martial arts senior who was both an enemy and a friend, the swordsman of the Caiyi Kingdom with towering martial arts and martial arts. Song Yushao had learned from each other. Wen Jian wanted to untie this knot in his heart, but it was a pity that the old man who was skilled in swordsmanship died. This made Song Yushao have to return halfway, and then he had the encounter with the ancient temple.
The old man in black had mixed feelings at the waterside pavilion, and his thoughts were so wandering that he did not notice the young man who punched and broke the boundary, and did not leave the waterfall for a long time. Water curtain.
When Song Yushao realized something was wrong and was about to go to find out what was going on, he saw Chen Pingan slowly walking out of the waterfall, jumping back, and falling into the waterside pavilion, his flesh and blood blurred. His hands had been wrapped with cotton cloth. < /p>
But what Chen Ping'an said next made the old man's eyes widen, "It seems that we are still a little short of breaking through. Now it's like breaking the waterfall with one punch, and there is still a step to cross."
Song Yushao looked at the young man's restrained momentum. His fists were flowing like a waterfall, worthy of thousands of four-word evaluations. The old man was shocked and said: "You are obviously a real Four Realm." , I can even pat my chest and say, noI have seen the three realms that are more solid and steady than you, as well as the current new four realms, Chen Pingan, how could you still feel that you are one step behind? ! "
Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Senior Song, the heat is really lacking. I can't explain the reason, but I know it. But now I know the general direction. There is a road under my feet to walk on. I won’t be walking around like a headless fly like before. I will be able to survive it bit by bit before reaching Old Dragon City. If I’m lucky, I’ll be there. You may have broken through at the Immortal Family Ferry in Shushui Country for no apparent reason, but my luck has never been very good, and the possibility of breaking through again in Old Dragon City is even greater. "
Song Yushao clasped his hands behind his back and walked slowly around the boy twice before stopping. He said in wonder: "There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. I have gained a lot of knowledge today." "
Song Yushao laughed and said: "Let's go and have a drink. No matter what, even if it is not completely broken, it is a great thing worth celebrating! "
Chen Pingan shook the wine gourd. There was still plenty of wine, so he nodded and said with a smile: "Okay. "
Song Yushao suddenly asked: "In the small town outside the villa, there is a restaurant that serves hot pot. It is one of a kind, and the ingredients are so good. It can make guests eat their tongues. The wine is also good. Do you want to try it? It's dinner time now, and I have a good relationship with the shopkeeper over there, so I can get a 20% discount. "
When Chen Ping'an heard that he could get a 20% discount, he immediately said boldly: "Then I'll pay! "
Song Yushao smiled and said: "Oh? It was agreed in advance that a hot pot meal in the restaurant, plus good wine, would cost at least five or six taels of silver. "
Chen Ping'an blinked, his face not red and his heart not beating: "The town is a bit far from the villa, why don't we drink in the yard. "
Song Yushao stretched out his thumb, "What a heroic spirit of spending a lot of money! ”
Chen Ping’an suddenly laughed, “Just go, why not?” Let’s have hot pot for lunch! "
Song Yushao was stunned for a moment, and did not give Chen Ping'an a chance to regret. He laughed loudly, said "Follow me", and then rushed out of the waterside pavilion, stepping on the high branches of the big tree, towards
Chen Pingan had no choice but to give up the idea of calling Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng, and followed them
Gao Guo Shuixie. When he reached the top, Chen Pingan turned to look at the waterfall and smiled.
On the stone wall behind the water curtain of the waterfall, the young man secretly carved two lines of words with his fingers, from top to bottom. At the bottom, a girl's name was written on one line, and "Chen Ping'an is here for a visit" on the other line. The boy hoped to come to Jianshui Villa next time.At that time, there was that girl beside me.
Of course, Chen Pingan only dared to think so secretly.
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Clay bottle Here in Xinghua Lane and Xinghua Lane, as long as every household has weddings and weddings, neighbors are willing to take the initiative to help. This is the same rule as adding soil to the grave. It has been left by ancestors for generations without any explanation. Someone in Xinghua Lane got married today, to a wealthy woman from Taoye Lane. This family in Xinghua Lane had a good reputation. Back then, even old women with a bad reputation like Granny Ma were getting along with this family. It's close, so there are nearly twenty tables for the wine table alone. As long as you give a red envelope, whether it's a piece of silver or a few copper coins, you can have a meal on the table and feel happy.
There were several unfamiliar faces at the wine table. The first one was relatively familiar. He was an old man from an old house in Mud Bottle Lane. He dressed up as a rich man and often wandered around the town. Over time, , he became a familiar face, his surname was Cao, and the neighbors used to call him Lao Cao. Lao Cao was kind to everyone and greeted everyone with a smile. He didn’t have the airs of a rich man and could chat with the surrounding people for a long time. The old man Han from the same family where he got married often chatted, so he had a wedding banquet today and packed a big red envelope to show his face. The old man, who had put on brand new clothes, even specially invited his son and daughter-in-law to toast him.
Lao Cao brought three people with him, all surnamed Cao. Cao Jun, a handsome young man, also lived in the Cao family’s old house in Niping Lane. It is said that the grandfather and grandson of the town are all relatives of Lao Cao in the capital. They seem to be doing well, as if they are scholars, and they seem to have some official aura. Of course, they may be people in the capital, and they are all like this.
Lao Cao is a person who likes to be lively. He often runs around and toasts with a wine glass. The pair of Cao's grandsons from the capital next to the table are obviously not used to this kind of noisiness. The scene is not very open, sitting in place, occasionally picking up a dish with chopsticks, and taking a sip of medium-priced soju from a small town wine shop. Cao Jun is relatively at ease, with one foot on the bench, drinking by himself, and squinting. Seeing Lao Cao calling himself brothers with some old men, he smiled and joked.
Although the old in-laws from Taoye Lane are in a poor family, they are still much richer than those from Xinghua Lane, so some people from Xinghua Lane and Nipin Lane Neighbors also think this is normal. The courtyard in Taoye Lane, Fulu Street, is no longer as beautiful as it used to be, and ordinary people can't afford it. If it weren't for Lao Han's son who was promising and now working as an errand in Longquan County, how could he be so lucky as to marry a rich lady from Taoye Lane?
Lao Cao went to another place to hang out at the wine table. Cao Jun took a sip of strong wine, took a deep breath, quickly picked up a chopstick, and turned to look at the pair of grandfather and grandson. , asked with a smile in Dali Mandarin: "What's wrong? I'm not used to eating and drinking."? How about the three of us go back to another place and go to a restaurant for a meal? "
The old man in a plain green shirt smiled and shook his head and said: "Don't be so particular. I'm just used to eating vegetarian food in the capital and I'm not used to the meat and meat at the wedding banquet. It's not that. They look down upon the local customs and customs here. What's more, this Huaihuang County in Longquan County is originally the ancestral land of my Cao family. As descendants, how can we forget our roots? "
The handsome Cao Jun nodded and said with a smile: "It is our family's misfortune to have such an unreliable ancestor in the stall. ”
The old man would never dare to answer the question.
The family ancestor of an eleventh realm sword cultivator, even if the old man is a great Li The important ministers of the Shangzhu Kingdom in the dynasty did not have this courage.
The young man who was suave and very different from Cao Jun was named Cao Mao, who was the new leader of Longquan County. The kiln affairs supervisor, an official under the direct jurisdiction of the Rites Yamen, Yushu Linfeng, was known as the Yushu of the Cao family in the officialdom of Dali. At that time, Cao Mao was the only one riding a horse at Huaizhai Station, smelling of alcohol and swaying. Dismounting unsteadily and entering the inn, it was clear that this noble man from the capital was different from the ordinary people.
Cao Xi returned to his seat, and even Cao Mao subconsciously sat up straight, wearing a green shirt. The old man sat upright, put down his chopsticks, picked up the wine pot, and took the initiative to pour wine for his ancestor Cao Xi who was separated by countless generations.
Cao Xi drank the wine in one breath, put down the glass, looked at the guests who came in to congratulate him, stood up and said: "Stop squatting in the latrine, let's make room for the people behind, and leave. ”
A group of four people left the courtyard. The courtyards of several houses near the alley were filled with wine tables. Cao Xi led the three people into Mu Bo Xian, asked casually: "Has your emperor returned to the capital? "
The old man replied respectfully: "Reporting to our ancestors, His Majesty the Emperor is ill and has returned north to the capital via the post road in Longquan County. "
When Cao Xi passed by the Gu family's ancestral house, he turned to look at the dilapidated and uninhabited house with old Spring Festival couplets. He stopped and said, "It is said that the mother and son of this family, Now being taken to Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake by Zhenjun Jiejiang, that little kid named Gu Can got a great opportunity before leaving the town. He was able to control a water dragon that was comparable to a ten-level Qi practitioner? And that water dragon's realm has climbed so fast that it is very likely to break through the bottleneck of the ten realms in just a few decades?
The old man nodded and said: "Under the personal arrangement of the Imperial Master, the Dali Imperial Court has established a new intelligence agency to record the growth experiences of the children in Lizhudongtian. In addition to Gu Can, there are also There are Ma Kuxuan from Xinghua Lane, Zhao Yao from Fulu Street, and Xie Lingqi, the elder sister of Xie’s parents. Most of them are from small towns, but there are also some from here.There are a total of sixteen Qi practitioners from other places who have received opportunities and blessings, such as Prince Gao Xuan of the Sui Dynasty. "
Cao Xi walked forward slowly and stopped again, "What about these two families? "
The owners of two adjacent houses, one has been recorded as Song Mu in the Dali Song family tree, and has just returned to the capital with His Majesty the Emperor, and the other is named Chen Ping'an, has already Traveling far south, but owning two shops in the town and five mountains in the west mountain
The old man looked embarrassed and said: "Among the sixteen people, there should be no His Royal Highness and Chen Ping'an. . "
Cao Xi said, "What about Li Xisheng? "
Old man Qingshan, who is from the Great Li Shangzhu Kingdom, shook his head and said: "No. "
Cao Xi turned to look at Cao Jun, who had two long and short swords hanging on his waist, "You have fought against Li Xisheng. He has a six-level cultivation, but he will let you, a nine-level sword cultivator, be invincible." How do you feel about the success? "
Cao Jun said angrily: "What else can be done? He's awesome, I'm just a loser. "
Cao Xi said with a smile: "Next, you, a loser, will soon go to the border to join the army. If you are lucky, you can stay with Song Changjing, the king of Dali, and follow Dali. The cavalry went all the way south, and they might have to fight all the way to the middle of Aquarius Continent before stopping. What do you think? ”
Cao Jun said straightforwardly: “Just eat and wait to die.” ”
Cao Mao, a descendant of the first-class Da Li family, sincerely admires Cao Jun. Although he and the swordsman appear to be about the same age, they are actually a few years older. During this time, we often drank wine together, and we knew that Cao Jun's cynicism and his tendency to keep things to himself were revealed in his bones, not just superficial words.
Cao Jun. Xi said sternly: "If you can't kill one or two ten-level old bastards within ten years, I will kill you with my own hands then! "
Cao Jun held the back of his head with both hands and smiled at Cao Mao: "After I die, remember to help me collect my body and bury it over there in the Immortal Tomb. I think the Feng Shui there is good. There are clay sculptures of Buddhist Bodhisattvas and Taoist heavenly officials as neighbors. Living there will make you feel better, because you don’t have to listen to people nagging, your ears must be clean, and no one will disturb your dreams. "
It may not be true to be sad for his misfortune, but it is true to be angry that he will not fight. Cao Xi said angrily: "You little bastard! Do you know what price I paid to repair the innate Sword Qi Lotus Pond in the center of your lake? ! "
When Cao Jun laughed, his eyes narrowed into slits, like a sly fox, "How do I know this? How about you tell me? "
Cao Xi sneered: "With descendants like you, it's the sameIt's the misfortune of the family. No matter how much smoke rises from the ancestral graves, it will be of no use! Get lost, quickly go to the capital to find Song Changjing, and then go directly to the southern border. I don’t want to see you again in the next ten years. ”
Cao Jun just walked away, stood up from the ground, laughed wantonly, and headed north in the wind.
Knowing this world Cao Mao, the disciplined supervisor, was about to warn him, but it was too late.
On the bank of the Longxu River in the south of the town, a military sage in the sword shop sneered, "No. Something long-lasting. "
In the blue sky of Longquan County, a scene like water gushing from a spring appeared, and a long sword rose slowly.
" Ruan Qiong, why don’t you give me this little face? ”
Cao Xi’s face was gloomy, and he flicked his wrist. The green string-like natal flying sword was the sword fairy Cao Xi’s biggest reliance on being able to traverse the South Posu Continent. It was the ancient god. A semi-immortal soldier who refined a thousand-mile river into a sword. When Cao Xi's mind moved, the green string on his wrist did not show its true form, but it trembled slightly, and a trace of green water vapor flowed out, quickly rushing toward Cao Xi. The high altitude where Jun's figure disappeared
The sword that Ruan Qiong poured out from the spring slashed at the head of Cao Jun, the swordsman who broke the rules, at a speed far faster than Cao Junyu. The speed of the wind going north, if there were no accidents, Cao Jun would be beheaded by a sword before he left the border of the old Lizhu Cave.
Fortunately, Ruan Qiong Feijian and Cao Jun were there. Between the shapes, a surging blue river appeared out of thin air. The river cut off the sky and blocked the path of Ruan Qiong Feijian.
A sword cut through the green water, which was no more than a few miles wide. The long river actually folded up at both ends, pressing against the fierce flying sword that continued to sweep forward. The river slapped the shore, constantly blocking the flying sword that was like a small boat from moving forward. Even if the river was endless, the military saint of Fengxue Temple could control it. The flying sword was still cutting through the water, moving forward without hesitation.
Cao Jun turned around, unsheathed the long sword at his waist, and just hit Ruan Qiong's flying sword. At the tip of the sword, Cao Jun's long sword flew high, vomiting out a mouthful of blood, but his figure flew backwards at a faster speed.
A hundred-mile-long river rolled into a ball and died. Ruan Qiong's flying sword was wrapped tightly around him, and sword energy continued to shoot out from the big ball of green river water, until finally the river water shattered and turned into raindrops all over the sky. However, before the water droplets fell to the ground, they re-condensed into wisps of green swords. After a short pause, Ruan Qiong's undamaged natal flying sword hovered in the sky, and a small pool appeared under the sword. The flying sword slowly descended, submerged into the pool, and disappeared in the air.
The Posuzhou sword cultivator, who had received a punch from Ruan Qiong before, successfully left the battlefield.Cao Jun laughed heartily: "The good wind carried me to the sky with its power! Thank you Saint Ruan and the ancestors for seeing me off!"
In the Mud Bottle Alley, the old man from Cao's Shangzhu Kingdom had mixed feelings. Although he was not a Qi practitioner, he had many masters from the mountains worshiped by his family, but he had only seen such earth-shattering fights between gods with his own eyes. Cao Mao, the kiln superintendent of Cao's generation in the capital, asked: "Old ancestor, what if this offends the saint here?"
Cao Xi sneered and said: "I can't beat him. How can I defeat the twelve-level Taoist Heavenly Lord of Beiju Luzhou and the new eleventh-level Aquarius continent? Cao Jun can disgrace the old Cao family, but I will not disgrace the Qi practitioners of Posuzhou!"
At this moment, the Cao family's Shangzhuguo and the governor Cao Mao truly realized why this ancestor, who seemed to be kind to others in the small town, could become the gatekeeper of the majestic town building by the sea.
A man stood at the other end of the Mubo Alley, "Then let's give it a try?"
Cao Xi grinned and said, "Okay. , you pick the place, I pick the time!"
The man who came from the sword shop to ask for help said without hesitation: "In the mountains to the west, there is a mountain col with a radius of a hundred miles! , inaccessible, and there are still formation restrictions set by Da Li, which is enough for you and me to decide the outcome."
Cao Xi nodded vigorously and said: "Okay, let's fight again in a hundred years! "
Ruan Qiong was stunned for a moment, spit on the ground, turned and left.
Cao Mao reached out and covered his face.
The Cao family went to Zhuguo and couldn't laugh or cry.
Cao Xi rolled his eyes and said, "What are you doing? This is called a battle of wits, you know nothing!"
Cao Xi walked into his old house first , and just as the grandfather and grandson behind him were about to follow him in, the door slammed shut.
Cao Mao and the grandfather of Da Li Shang Zhuguo looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and had no choice but to leave Mu Ping Alley and go to the supervising government office to secretly discuss the next layout of the family. .
A storm has begun in the north of Aquarius Continent, and the situation is favorable to the Great Li Dynasty. Of course, the sooner you enter the market, the greater the profit.
What’s more, the Cao family has a huge piece of good news today. The ancestor Cao Xi will stay in Aquarius Continent for a while, and the genius swordsman Cao Jun will join the Great Li Frontier Army. His Majesty the Emperor will more or less remember this incense love. In the next hundred years, it is a certain pattern that the Cao family will stabilize the temple's arch-enemy Yuan family.
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In the LuoluoshanzhulouThe old man surnamed Cui, who was accustomed to wearing coarse linen clothes and walking barefoot, changed his temper after a visit from Lotus Crown Taoist Lu Chen. He changed into a scholar's blue shirt and scarf and made a bamboo stick for walking in the mountains. He wears a pair of mountaineering clogs and often goes down the mountain to buy ancient books and study supplies. He arranges the second floor of the bamboo building like a study room from a scholarly family and writes calligraphy and painting whenever he has free time.
Seeing the boy in green and the girl in pink skirt looking at each other, they mistakenly thought that the old man was possessed. Later, the girl in pink skirt saw the old man’s calligraphy and often talked to him, only to find out that the old man was. A true master of Confucianism is a master of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is even more profound in the orthodox Confucian knowledge.
The boy in Tsing Yi is heartless and fearful of life and death. He only thinks about the old man practicing martial arts well and becoming the leader of this small world in terms of martial arts as soon as possible. Then he can feel at ease, so he often follows him. The old man made some insinuations and told the old man that the hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Longquan County should not be taken lightly. He told the old man with sincerity that the clouds and waves in the Dali River and Lake were treacherous, and it was still necessary to rely on top-notch mountain top cultivation to scare off the petty people.
It's a pity that the old man didn't want to pay attention to this guy at all. At most, he only chatted with the girl in pink skirt who was asking for advice. As for the so-called martial arts, he seemed to just throw it on the ground and never pick it up again. The little boy disciple in green said Naihe, lamenting that it is better to seek help from others than to ask for yourself, so he had no choice but to continue practicing diligently and try his best to digest the two high-quality snake gallstones that entered his stomach.
The newly promoted Beiyue God Wei Bo, who has been very busy recently, still comes to the Bamboo House from time to time to look at the small pond where a purple lotus seed is thrown.
In addition to the purple lotus seed left in Luolu Mountain, Chen Pingan listened to Wei Bo's suggestion at that time. Since he was the owner of Luolu Mountain, he left Fang Xianzhang in a bamboo building. The building is a thing that overwhelms the landscape. The seal is exactly "Chen Shiyi" carved by Qi Jingchun. There is no mystery. It is just a beautiful vision given to Chen Pingan by Qi Jingchun at that time.
On the tenth level of the martial arts realm, Fang is the human martial god, who can stand side by side with the top mountain warriors in the world.
The girl in the pink skirt attaches great importance to this, almost more than the bookcase entrusted to her by the young Cui Han. Three times every morning, noon and evening, she will secretly take out the books taught by her master. Give her a small seal and wipe it carefully with a satin scarf. No matter how much the boy in Tsing Yi tried to deceive her, she would not allow him to have any influence on her.
Now, the pink-skirted girl who was born in the Zhilan House of Huangting Kingdom, with the help of the snake gallstone presented by Chen Ping'an, has broken through the last threshold of the lower five realms and entered the first realm of the middle five realms, the cave mansion realm. After that came the seventh sea-viewing realm, the eighth dragon gate realm, the ninth golden elixir realm, and the tenth Nascent Soul realm. The road was still long and out of reach.
It’s just that compared to the kid in Tsing Yi in Guanhai who suddenly wants to make progress, the girl in pink skirt has to be more natural, exceptEvery day I tidy up the bamboo building to be spotless, and then I read the books and look at the scenery. I am in a calm mood. Compared with the fierce river snake and the charming fire python in the library, I am more calm and casual.
So now that she is a child in Tsing Yi, she will despise her for being stupid, lazy and ignorant of progress.
At night, a child in green clothes was meditating on the cliff, a girl in pink skirt was sitting on a small bamboo chair eating melon seeds, and an old man named Cui came downstairs. , moved a bamboo chair and sat next to the girl, and said softly: "Thousand-year-old Cui family, the most scholarly family in Aquarius Continent, have not been able to give birth to a fire python with wisdom like you. From this, it can be seen that chance is a matter of hard work." "
The girl in pink skirt smiled obediently and asked: "Grandpa Cui, do you think my master is in trouble now?"
The old man was gloating about his misfortune. Said: "The three strongest realms of martial arts that I have polished with my own hands are not so easy to break. It is probably still early. Maybe in the southernmost Old Dragon City, Chen Ping'an's realm will still not move at all, and he will stay in the three realms honestly. The girl in the pink skirt complained softly: "Grandpa Cui taught me half of my master's boxing skills." , Master, if you don't break through the realm, how can you secretly have fun?"
The old man laughed and said: "You are not a member of our martial arts, so you don't know about the 'Three Strongest Realms in the World'? The weight of the argument is that I killed Sun Shujian, the Cui family at the peak of the Sixth Realm, with one punch. I only used the ability of the Fifth Realm. Why? Just because the martial arts foundation is strong and weak, just like the wind blowing from a high-rise building. "Huang, if you have a good foundation, it will be a famous mountain, standing tall on the earth. A little wind and rain will do nothing, just scratch it."
The girl in pink skirt said sadly: " My grandfather has no one to take care of him. He has to do everything by himself when he is away from home. Will it delay his boxing practice?"
The old man glanced at the back of the boy in green and then looked away. , looking at the little girl with a worried face, he sighed with emotion: "It is considered that Chen Pingan has trained well by being able to get you two together without fighting. I wonder if Chen Pingan can still treat others like this when his family has a big business in the future. , Zhongzheng is equal. Whether the rules of a small family are good and whether the family tradition of a wealthy family is good are two different things."
The girl in the pink skirt raised her head and said innocently. : "If such a day comes, Grandpa Cui, can you help my master?"
The old man touched the little fire python's head, "There are some housework matters that outsiders cannot help with."< /p>
The old man slowly stood up and pointed into the distance, "Just imagine, if one day, Chen Ping'an founded a sect, you and the little water snake, and a golden child was born under his belly.Lines, the black snake of Qidun Mountain with four-legged dragon claws, there are so many hills, once every hilltop will have an expert sitting on it, such as the one who recognized Chen Pingan as his teacher... and those named Chen Pingan As the children of the junior uncle, you have also become the mansion of the Immortal Family in the eyes of the world. There are sect elders who want to recruit disciples and disciples. Chen Pingan has gathered ten, hundreds or even thousands of people under his command. Once his family When there are disputes and conflicts, Chen Ping'an's palms and backs are full of flesh. It can't be solved with a punch or a sword. How should he deal with it? ”
The girl in the pink skirt had read all the history books of various countries in Zhilan Tower. Knowing the difficulty of this issue, she no longer had the mood to eat melon seeds.
The old man surnamed Cui said with a smile: "Actually, there is no need to worry too much. Chen Ping'an is a little good, and maybe not many people will notice..."
The girl in the pink skirt waited for a long time, but she didn't wait. The old man couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa Cui, my master has so many advantages, is there anything else that I don't know about?
The old man laughed heartily and said: "You little girl is really good at flattering others, especially your master. She can turn spring breeze into rain and moisten things silently!" ”
The girl in the pink skirt was a little embarrassed, thinking that she was not flattering, the master is so good.
The old man sat back on the bamboo chair, no Then he said with a smile: "Chen Pingan is very easy to talk to. Everyone who is close to him will take this as a matter of course. But one day, Chen Pingan will become very difficult to talk about something. It's even the worst to talk. At that time, strange things will happen, and everyone will feel... guilty and scared, and they will never be the first to refute anything. "
The girl in pink skirt quickly clasped her hands together and murmured: "I don't want the master to be angry. "
The old man sighed.
After he killed someone outside the bamboo house, he asked Chen Pingan angrily, "Are you casual? When I practice boxing, I still learn to be a human being from me."
This is what the old man says from the bottom of his heart. In fact, he is not an old man who has his eyes high. He thinks that he cannot do anything about "being a human being". Can you calmly convince Chen Pingan?
But if this is not the case, why is the old man willing to accept Chen Pingan as a disciple? It's enough to accept someone who is expected to surpass you in the future! Otherwise, what if you accept a group of disciples from the ninth and tenth realms?
The girl in the pink skirt suddenly asked timidly: "If one day, Grandpa Cui, you do something wrong, and then my father gets angry, will you be afraid? "
The old man knocked a chestnut on the little guy’s head, then stood up and left, angrily saying: “The little girl really doesn’t know how to chat!”
On the other side of the cliff, the boy in green, who had been eavesdropping with his ears raised, turned his head with a smirk and gave a thumbs up to the girl in pink skirt.
The girl in the pink skirt happily ate the melon seeds, thinking to herself that it’s not me who is great, but my master.
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Old man Yang of Yang’s shop keeps guard year after year In that small backyard, for countless years, generations of Yang family descendants, except for the head of the Yang family and some hidden figures in the family who were lucky enough to become Qi practitioners, were able to know the shocking secret and carefully help The old man guards that secret. The rest of the Yang family, whether they are the children of the Yang family who have lived, aged, sick, or died, or the clerks in the drug store, generation after generation will only know that there is such an old man in the Yang family store who is "the same age as their elders," and that's it. , I only know that the old man stays at home all year round, has a weird temperament, and is difficult to deal with, but he is very good at treating diseases and saving people. Of course, it costs a lot of money. Otherwise, no matter who you are, as long as you can't afford the money, just prepare a coffin. Anyway, the coffin shop Just down the street.
Old man Yang is still smoking dry cigarettes in the backyard today, but he has a novel newly published by Dali Bookstore in his hand. This novel is from a novelist who was once one of the most famous people in the world. One of the top ten schools of thought, but with the passage of time, just like Mohism, one of the four major schools of thought, they are no longer a prominent school. Novelists have also become one of the most ordinary schools of thought, mostly writing some unfashionable works. The unofficial history of officials, as well as the erotic and erotic articles favored by the secular people, are used to gain gimmicks. Of course, there are also criticisms of current affairs. In fact, a large part of the reputations of many emperors and generals in history were ruined by the words of novelists, such as For some capable ministers who devoted their whole lives to reforming the government, in the end, the most well-known thing to later generations was not the good prescriptions for governing the country, but how they managed ten women in one night, and all of them were happy. Another example is that some Confucian great gentlemen and sages who have almost achieved immortality in their meritorious deeds and words actually sleep in a nunnery at night, and in the end they become just an old man who is not ashamed to collect ashes. However, the great etiquette and principles contained in this person's moral articles have become a reality. Empty talk and jokes.
So there was a Confucian sage who had to say angrily: "The lowest-ranking novelist is the first to harm the country and the people!"
It's just that The ceremonial saint who formulated and was in charge of the rules of the world still showed the greatest tolerance and tolerance as he did towards the demon clan.
So Old Man Yang, who was reading the novel at this moment, couldn’t stand the three-fourth battle in the Middle-earth Divine Continent. No one on either side could stand it. At most, he was disgusted with the “four.” For the purpose of learning, Old Man Yang was willing to give his thumbs up and say a good word about those four words.As for the "three", a Confucian saint who was obviously named a sub-sage but was actually only the third-highest ranked Confucian saint in the Confucian Temple, Old Man Yang couldn't stand it. He thought that "sanctimonious", which had been reduced from a positive meaning to a derogatory meaning, was the most appropriate way to describe this person.
The novel in Old Man Yang’s hand, which smells faintly of ink, was bought by a shopkeeper from the Shushi Street in Longquan County. It contains many stories about the rise of heroes in the world. Experience, when they are in adversity and desperate situations, there are always a few heart-warming and heroic words, which are nothing more than resenting God for not opening his eyes. Every time Old Man Yang sees these, he seems to be quite happy, but in the end he closes the book and says happily : "You young people, just let God go."
After laughing, the old man put away his books, took a big gulp of smoke, and then shook out a seemingly The small objects in the small temple fell to the ground. After thinking for a while, he tapped the ground beside his feet with the bamboo smoke pole and said softly: "Song Qing, come out."
The one on the ground Green smoke billowed out from the entrance of a small temple, and soon it condensed into the appearance of an old man with a weathered face. After seeing Old Man Yang, he bowed to the end and said in a deep voice: "I worship the God."
p>Old man Yang turned a deaf ear and just ordered: "You are allowed to leave the jurisdiction of this place. Within the Aquarius Continent, your realm is still the same. You are here to serve as a protector for Cao Jun, a descendant of the Cao family in Ni Ping Lane. As long as Cao Jun has completed the repair of the Heart Lake Sword Pond. The descendants of the Song family of your lineage will surely rise in this general trend and enjoy the glory of the world for at least a hundred years. From now on, the situation of your family's descendants will be no matter how good or bad they are. "
The old man is just in the shape of a ghost, but there is still a sword hanging in the form of green smoke on his waist. The sword energy is gone, but the sword is full of intention. It is obvious that the old man must have been a person during his lifetime. Swordsman, after hearing Old Man Yang's promise, the old man looked happy and bowed again: "Thank you God Lord for your grace!"
Old Man Yang then waved his sleeves, and suddenly there were golden talismans. The green smoke is all over the old man's body, which is the amulet that ensures that the old man can walk between heaven and earth. The latter's soul is calm, his momentum is soaring, and his sword intention is so strong. If it weren't covered by the big mouthful of smoke spit out by Old Man Yang, he would probably be angry and alarmed. All qi practitioners in Longquan County.
Old man Yang said: "Go, Cao Jun has gone to Dali Capital now, you can tell him directly about the matter. Song Qing, if you dare to break the rules, don't say anything It was you, Song Qing, who lost his soul on the spot. I promise to eradicate your Song family lineage and cut off your incense. There will be no trace of your Song family lineage for thousands of years."
The old man clasped his fists and said solemnly: "I will never offend the Lord God!"
Old man Yang sneered: "It is useless to talk more, I will watch your actions."
< /p>The old man took the order and disappeared in a flash.
After the evil object in the small temple disappeared, Old Man Yang raised his head and looked at the thick sky of the vast world. He was speechless for a long time, and finally said helplessly: "There are gods three feet above the head, and the sky is watching what people are doing. If this is true, then what? Why is this so?"
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On the second floor of a restaurant in a small town outside Jianshui Villa, an old man and a young man sat opposite each other by the window, eating hot pot. The table was filled with dishes, spring bamboo shoots, yellow throat, lamb meat, and goose intestines. , duck blood...
Of course, there are two bottles of good wine, and a plate of fresh spicy sauce prepared by yourself, which is so red that it can make the scalp of people who don't eat spicy food numb. In fact, Chen Pingan didn't like spicy food that much, but he couldn't stand the persuasion of Senior Song, saying that the restaurant had no less than seven or eight kinds of homemade hot sauces, and it would be a pity to miss any of them. Chen Pingan then bit the bullet and added them all to the plate. A spoonful.
Since Song Yushao never showed his true identity in the villa or small town, the chubby restaurant owner didn’t know the Sword Master of Shushui Kingdom or even the swordsmanship. The old owner of the villa only knew that the old man named Song was a connoisseur of food and would not let down his hot pot and fine wine. So when he saw the old man coming to visit with his friends, he was very happy and took them personally. On the second floor, I picked such a good seat. From the beginning to the end, there was no need for a waiter to serve food and drinks. The shopkeeper did everything himself.
Chen Pingan was sweating profusely and his face was red after eating, but he was no match for the delicious food. Besides, he paid the bill by himself this time, so Chen Pingan felt unhappy if he didn’t eat as much as possible. Energetic.
Song Yushao looked at the young man who was eating freely. When he couldn't bear the spicy food, he would stupidly take a sip of wine. , the spicier and spicier food made me ecstasy, but I just refused to put down my chopsticks and stared at the food in the hot pot that was ready for chopsticks. Song Yushao was in a better mood. Compared to the past when I sat here and drank alone, the old man It's actually much faster to use chopsticks.
Song Yushao picked up a glass of wine and stopped calling himself "I." He suddenly said: "Chen Ping'an, in fact, according to the old rules, I shouldn't appear in the waterside pavilion. Wufu breaks the boundary , Just like the qigong practitioners in the mountains, they most hate to have outsiders watch, so I punished myself by drinking a glass of wine.
Chen Pingan quickly picked up the wine glass, swallowed the food in his mouth hard, drank a glass with him, and poured another glass, saying back to the old man, "If it weren't for the old man, I would definitely not be able to drink anything today." The threshold of the four realms cannot be crossed in one step. I should offer the senior a glass of wine.”
The old man also drank a glass of wine.
Song Yushao looked out the window at the streetIn the scene where the river is flowing endlessly, the eyes will occasionally stay for a moment. After someone looks at him, his face will change slightly and he will quickly lower his head.
Song Yushao smiled slightly and looked away, "The reason why I went to Shuixie was because there was something I had to tell you face to face. Regardless of whether you can break through today, you have to leave tonight. Villa, you can't participate in tomorrow's Wulin Alliance Leader Ceremony."
Chen Ping'an still kept pouring wine, but he slowed down his chopsticks and picked up the food, and asked softly: "Someone wants to. Is it going to be detrimental to the Villa?"
Song Yushao didn't hide it and said with a calm smile: "The background is huge and the momentum is huge, but it has nothing to do with you, Chen Ping'an."
The old man raised his glass and took a sip of wine, "This is not to look down on you and your friends, but some housework of Jianshui Villa. It is not convenient for friends from all walks of life to interfere, but no matter what, As a host, it is not kind to order guests to leave, so I still need to punish myself with a drink. "Chen Pingan is really casual, just raise a small glass." He took a sip of wine.
The old man didn't care about this, and continued to pick up a piece of fresh goose intestines with chopsticks, rinsed it in the hot pot for a while, then put in the chili sauce plate, stirred it gently, and mixed it with the fresh goose intestines. He tossed it around in the hot sauce, then put the chopsticks into his mouth.
Chen Pingan was about to speak but stopped.
Song Yushao smiled and said: "Let's just eat and not talk about things. There are only three things in the world that we cannot live up to: beautiful people, beautiful scenery and delicious food."
< p>Chen Pingan immersed himself in eating and occasionally drank.Everything in the world comes to an end.
No matter how delicious the hot pot is, there is a time for the last chopsticks.
After having enough wine and rice, Chen Pingan put down his chopsticks and finished a bottle of wine. This was the first time that Chen Pingan drank a full kilogram and a half of wine in one go, not to mention his face. , his ears and neck were all red, and he said drunkenly: "The father and daughter at Hengdao Villa don't seem to be causing trouble for me."
Song Yushao laughed softly: "Qingshan Green water means a long time to come. The same goes for grievances in the rivers and lakes. Fortunately, you are not from Shushui. You will leave soon and you may not come back again, otherwise you will be in trouble."
Song. Yushao remembered something, "During that water pavilion incident, you seemed to be full of anger. I'm a little surprised. If I, Song Yushao, were just an ordinary person in the world, looking at it from the perspective of a bystander, it stands to reason that I wouldn't know you if I didn't know you." Under the premise of basic conditions, Wang Yiran, the owner of Hengdao Villa, a well-known master of the world, can treat you with courtesy, not only does not bully others, but is willing to apologize for his daughter, why do you still seem to be a little embarrassed? ...Not convinced?”
Chen Ping'an burped and took off the sword-raising gourd from his waist, but did not drink. He thought for a moment and said seriously: "I don't have an opinion about Wang Yiran, but I think this is , something is wrong."
Song Yushao asked curiously: "What do you mean by this?"
Chen Pingan drank again subconsciously. Taking a sip of wine, he slowly said with the help of the dizzy drunkenness: "I once heard an old gentleman talk about the sequence one. I haven't read a book and I don't know much, so I understand it very little. But when I'm fine, , I am willing to take out these knowledge, think more about it, and feel that there is a sequence of right and wrong, and of course there are also big and small. You cannot use a later right to cover up the previous wrong, even if the later right is big and the previous wrong is small. , you still have to break down the small mistakes at the beginning and explain the truth completely. Only then can you truly stand firm. This is like...a person cannot walk while jumping."
“But this little thing I figured out may not make sense, because I have read many books during my trip to the south, and the books don’t talk about this, so I have never dared to do so. But if you follow my logic and apply it to Shuixie, you Wang Yiran don’t actually need to apologize to me. You just need to ask your daughter to stand up and say sorry to me in three words. Otherwise, it will be enough. In the end, you Wang Yiran, a great master of the world, apologized for others. Do I have to accept it? Even if I take a step back and am willing to accept it, does that mean your daughter is not wrong? I don’t think that is the case, you Wang. No matter how right you are, your daughter's words and deeds are still wrong. It will be the same today, and it will be the same tomorrow. If it were someone else, the woman with the knife named Wang Coral, she might still be wrong.
Chen Ping'an held the wine gourd in one hand and scratched his head with the other, "Senior Song, I said these casually, nonsense, and made you laugh."
Song Yushao was stunned at first, then at a loss, and finally in a trance, feeling that the world he believed in was turned upside down.
Finally, Song Yushao thought back on his life, especially the unbearable memory of his son Song Gaofeng. The old man originally did not want to think about it anymore, let alone delve into the grievances and resentments in it. But it wasn't until today, until this moment, that the old man discovered where the knot in his heart was, and why he felt so guilty and regretful, but he still didn't know why he couldn't untie the knot.
With red eyes, the old man raised his chopsticks tremblingly, picked up a piece of food from the bottom of the hot pot, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, with a smile gradually appearing on his face.
Those old rules that were regarded as the norms by the old people and regarded as golden rules by the older generation, turned out to be wrong!
What was wrong with my son Song Gaofeng back then?? Even if there is a mistake, it is the fault of this son of a bitch!
It was the former martial arts leader who was a battlefield general who was wrong. That grudge was not about that arm at all!
It is your daughter who owes me, Song Yushao’s son, and my daughter-in-law an apology!
In front of a young man, Song Yushao, whose face was full of tears but not feeling embarrassed, slowly put down his chopsticks, stood up, and laughed brightly at Chen Ping'an: "I, Song Yushao, will treat you to this meal on behalf of my son and daughter-in-law, Jianshui Villa!"
There was an uproar on the second floor of the restaurant.
Because of the seven words Song Yushao and Jianshui Villa!
Because this means a century-old romance in half of the country.
The old man finally clasped his fists at Chen Pingan and said: "I have something to tell my grandson, so I will go back to Zhuangzi first. I may not be able to say goodbye to you later, so it is still the old saying in the world, Qingshan If you don't change, the green water will flow forever. I hope we can meet again in the future!"
Chen Ping'an stood up in confusion and saw the old man flying out of the window and flying away on the ridge of the roof.
Song Yushao has been wearing the rusty iron sword for many years. Today, in full view of everyone, the old man flew all the way to the gate of the villa, and then strode across the threshold. Ignoring any compliments, he directly found the young man, grandson Song Fengshan, who was standing in the distance with his eyes closed in a small courtyard that had been uninhabited for many years.
Song Fengshan opened his eyes and said nothing, just like when he was young, he stayed in front of his parents' sick bed.
Song Yushao took off the iron sword from his waist, held it with one hand, and handed it to the indifferent Song Fengshan, who asked: "Why?"
< p>Song Yushao said in a deep voice: "This is your father Song Gaofeng's sword. As a son inherits his father's legacy, it should be handed over to you, Song Fengshan."Song Fengshan did not reach out to take the sword. , sneered and said: "Oh, it's another strange thing. First, grandpa, you came early to celebrate your grandson's alliance leader ceremony, and now you gave me a broken iron sword. Why, grandpa finally wants to remove the Sword Master of Shushui Kingdom With the burden of the old owner of Jianshui Villa, do you want to tease your grandson?"
The young man put his hands behind his back, his eyes were sharp, but he said with a smile on his face: "It's just not. Excuse me, my unfilial grandson wants to tell grandpa some bad news. His Majesty the Emperor has personally issued several secret edicts. The imperial army, with nearly 10,000 elite soldiers, has been assembled outside the city. I believe that the army will come to the border tomorrow to annihilate my new and treasonous leader. Grandpa, my grandson doesn’t expect you to help me. Really, these are my grandson’s sincere words. I just ask grandpa to stand by and watch from beginning to end. I just ask you not to do anything.Give me another sword. ”
Song Yushao stared at his grandson’s face, laughed heartily, took a step forward, and slapped him hard on the shoulder, not hiding his smile and relief. The old man said in a deep voice: "As expected of Song Gaofeng and Liu Qian's son! Grandpa knew that the person leading the army this time happened to be the woman's husband, General Chu Hao. "
Song Fengshan's face was full of doubts and his brows were furrowed.
Song Yushao smiled and said: "Since that vicious-hearted woman has taken advantage of her, it's a good time to take advantage of her. At this opportunity, I, Song Yushao, have a point and want to make it clear to Jiang Hu and the imperial court! "
The old man's eyes were moist, and he still clenched one hand. He raised the remaining hand, gently smoothed the frown of the grandson in front of him, and murmured: "Grandpa, after all these years, It's time to do something for you. "
The young man took a step back, lowered his head, raised a hand, and covered his face with his arm.
The old man said softly: "Fengshan, from now on From now on, grandpa will stop nagging you about the old rules, but in the end I still hope you will listen once. There are things wrong with the old Jianghu, but those things that are right and good things, I hope you will also do it when you are in the Jianghu in the future. Don't deny it entirely. ”
The old man placed the old iron sword that his grandson was unwilling to take over, placed it on the stone table in the courtyard, and then walked to the courtyard gate alone. During this period, the old man looked towards the main room of the small courtyard. When the words came to his lips, the old man still didn't say them.
Song Fengshan asked in a hoarse voice: "Grandpa, where are you going? "
The old man strode forward and said with a smile: "Grandpa's sword has been left in the pool under the waterfall for so many years. Go get it! "
Until the old man disappeared, Song Fengshan stood still, motionless.
The door of the courtyard slowly opened, and a young man walked out The woman asked, "Aren't you going to stop Grandpa? "
Song Fengshan wiped away his tears, stretched out his hand to gently press the sword on the table, and said with a confident smile: "Since we have a plan and everything is under control, can you just Don't you want to see one person with one sword standing in front of the formation and all the troops standing still? Anyway, as a grandson, I have been thinking about it secretly for so many years. "
The young woman asked strangely: "How did our ancestors figure it out? "
Then the woman became a little worried and said, "Our ancestors may not like what our villa does in the future. "
Song Fengshan snorted coldly: "At worst, I will let grandpa stab him a few more times. If it doesn't work anymore, I will take out my dad's sword and see if the old man is willing to do it again." ! ”
WifeThe person joked: "Hey, I haven't called grandpa for more than 20 years, but today the sun came out in the west, one by one, and it went very smoothly."
Song Fengshan turned around and glared.
The young woman smiled happily.
She is actually a dead warrior of the Great Li. One day, when the hooves of the Great Li horse step on the central territory of Aquarius Continent, she can hang out openly and openly. A peace card for the people on the mountain.
Song Fengshan knew this well.
The next day, the meeting to elect the new martial arts leader of Shushui Country was held as scheduled at Jianshui Villa.
On the road from a state city in Shushui Kingdom to Jianshu Villa, cavalry galloped, dust flew up, and the sky was blocked.
Among the army, there was a general wearing bright heavy armor, riding a tall horse. The man had a smile on his lips and looked up into the distance. He was very ambitious. After defeating that bullshit Jianshui Villa, he is the well-deserved leader in combat achievements in Shushui Country.
The general suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Before the army.
An old man in black, known as the Sword Master of Shushui Country, took out his sword from the waterfall and stood in front of the army.
But behind the old man, there was a young man carrying a sword with a wine gourd hanging from his waist.
Before punching thousands of troops, the young man took off his sword gourd, raised his head and took a big sip of wine, enjoying himself.