i have a sword fairy

Zhao Qian'er turned her head and glanced at Zhao Rong, who nodded at her.

But the little girl still shook her head, refused, and continued wandering around the kitchen without explaining anything.

She never leaves Brother Rong'er, and doesn't let him out of sight.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to shrug his shoulders at Zhang Huizhi.

The latter was also not angry, and told the simple woman, "Then take all the dishes back."

Yun Niang nodded and went out.

Zhang Huizhi turned his head, put down the jug, and didn't look at the back kitchen again.

Zhao Rong glanced at the sky, and it was already time.

He moved his stiff buttocks and changed his posture.

Zhang Huizhi seemed to have seen Zhao Rong's intention to find an opportunity to say goodbye, and said softly:

"Ziyu, if you're not in a hurry, there are still a few dishes that you can try before you go. Besides, Brother Wei actually has one last question today, and a story to tell."

Zhao Rong coughed in embarrassment, and said solemnly: "What's the problem? Well, don't worry, I would like to hear the story of Brother Hui."

Zhang Huizhi turned his head to look at the sky, with some longing in his eyes:

"Ziyu is very knowledgeable, can you tell me about the public morality of our generation of Confucian scholars in your heart?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

Oh, that is to ask the ultimate wish of our Confucianists?

If you ask that, then I'm not being polite, ahem.

This is an assist question.

He nodded quietly.

In the next second, I saw the autumn wind sweeping the bamboo leaves in the yard, sitting on the couch.

A young Confucian scholar bowed his head and straightened his sleeves, sat upright, raised his hands and said solemnly:

"Build a heart for the world, establish a life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and create peace for all generations..."

These deafening words echoed in the courtyard, causing everyone in the back kitchen to stare sideways.

Zhang Huizhi, who had already had a lot of expectations in advance, was also stunned after hearing the "four sentences of Hengqu" at this moment.

Shocked.

He stared blankly at Zhao Rong, and couldn't help repeating the words softly.

"To establish a heart for the world, to establish a life for the living and the people, to inherit the knowledge of the sages, and to bring peace to all generations? What a Confucianist with public morality, Liren Zhang Huizhi...willing to go there!"

Zhang Huizhi jumped up, raised his head and laughed three times.

Immediately, he turned his head and said in the direction of the north room:

"Fu'er, copy Mr. Zhao's enlightening words three thousand times."

"Yes, father."

In the north room, the dull young man who was burying his head in practicing his calligraphy and was indifferent to the movement outside answered his pen.

The young man stood up, turned towards Zhao Rong, and bowed respectfully, then continued to bend over his desk and began to copy "Mr. Zhao's Quotations".

Three thousand times.

Zhao Rong put down the jug and scratched his head.

"Ahem, Brother Hui, there is no need to be so exaggerated, as long as the child can remember it, there is no need to write so much."

Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed for a moment.

Good guy, he just wanted to pretend to be aggressive quietly, but he didn't expect to add a heavy burden of homework to other children.

This is truly a disturbing conscience.

Zhao Rong was a little afraid to look at the North House.

Hey, who is not a kid here?Being suddenly added homework or something, I simply hate it.

Zhang Huizhi shook his head, "You have to learn more from a gentleman like Ziyu. It is the luck of Quanzi's life to hear Ziyu's teachings, and he will know when he grows up."

Speaking of this, he paused, and said loudly without turning his head:

"Add another three thousand times."

"Yes, father."

The dull young man in the north room nodded seriously without looking sideways.

Zhao Rong: "..."

Zhang Huizhi raised the jug and took a sip, "Ziyu's golden words should come to light."

The two cheered happily.

Zhang Huizhi wiped his mouth with his hand, then waved his sleeves, sweeping away the withered yellow bamboo leaves on the table.

thump~

The young Confucian scholar gently placed the jug on the table.

"Ziyu, remember what I told you about not being hired by Lin Lu Academy?"

Zhao Rong nodded with a smile, and said casually: "I remember, Brother Hui went all the way south, experienced and grew up, and finally entered Siqi Academy smoothly, didn't he? It was a blessing in disguise."

Zhang Huizhi nodded, shook his head again, raised his glass to him and said softly:

"Ziyu was only half right. In fact, the failed scholar named Zhang had many stories happened on his way to the south."

"Oh?"

"However, time is limited right now, so I can only briefly talk about the most important one."

Zhang Huizhi looked at Zhao Rong, "Ziyu, I was down and down on the road, until... I met a noble man who encouraged and supported me... I was able to finally enter Siqi Academy to realize my dream as I wished."

Zhao Rong was curious, "Which noble person is this?"

Zhang Huizhi suddenly stopped talking, just looked at him...

Just when the atmosphere in the yard quieted down.

In the back kitchen, a dish to go with wine was prepared first, and it was out of the pot.

It was the dish made by the disfigured old servant who smoked dry tobacco.

The old man skillfully put the long noodle-like dish on the plate, and coughed in the middle. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times. Take a few bites.

A flush of sickness and comfort poured out of the face melted by the fire.

The disfigured old servant picked up a plate of hometown food and walked towards the yard, but he just walked halfway.

"Wait, let me come let me come."

The bored little Qian'er who was wandering around the back kitchen came running quickly.

Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi, whose atmosphere was cooling down, were attracted by the movement at this moment, and turned their heads to look at it.

Zhao Qian'er stopped in front of the old servant, and took the dish from him without saying a word.

"I'll serve it, you go back to get other dishes... By the way, what's the name of your hometown dish... Latiao, right? Well, what a strange name."

Zhao Qian'er flicked her head, muttering in her mouth, while holding a plate, she walked towards Zhao Rong, whose smile gradually faded.

Behind her, the disfigured old servant stood there, smiling and nodding in the direction of the handsome girl and the young scholar.

He turned around and walked towards the kitchen in the opposite direction, but just after walking a few steps, the disfigured old servant with a smile on his face naturally took out the copper pipe pipe.

This time, there was no need to cough.

The old Confucian scholar lowered his head, and quietly untied the bulging pipe hanging from the old smoker.

He spread out a skinny hand.

The cigarette pouch fell, and a small blood-red bead engraved with four sky marks rolled out of it.

The old man who narrowly escaped death but was disfigured by the flames raised his head and swallowed a fourth-grade golden elixir.

The air suddenly became dead still.

The old man with his back turned to everyone in the courtyard, in the eyes behind him, he looked like a gluttonous old man who was stealing a jelly bean.

However, the moment this "jelly bean" just rolled out of the cigarette pouch, it quickly emitted a terrifying threat, covering the small courtyard.

At the same time, at this moment, Zhao Qian'er, who was walking halfway with the plate, suddenly turned her head to stop...

however.

The old Confucian scholar has swallowed the golden elixir calmly.

Zhao Qian'er's head only turned halfway, and her whole body was already frozen in place.

Not moving.

Also immobilized like her was a small crystal sword that had reached a foot behind the head of the old Confucian scholar Tundan.

It's a pity that it's still a foot away.

A woman and a sword who were forbidden to live in the yard where the autumn wind swept the fallen leaves formed a strange scene.

And the old Confucian scholar raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, the back of his head was getting closer to the "swing", and the trembling sword tip almost touched his scalp with thinning white hair.

But after all, it is impossible to move forward even a centimeter!

Zhao Qian'er, who was frozen in place and could not turn back, trembled with her slender body and the sword of the swing.

Can't break free.

The old Confucian scholar who had returned to the Jindan realm closed his eyes, took a deep breath of fresh air, and had a morbid blush on his ugly and distorted face.

It seems to be tasting the most delicious food in the world... no, it is the second most delicious food.

The first delicious thing, of course, is the despair that is about to be revealed by the silent Confucian scholar not far away.

The old Confucian scholar raised his slack eyelids, turned around on the spot, raised two withered fingers, put them against the blade of the sword, and moved away from the swing. He walked forward slowly, passing the handsome girl with a stiff smile and staring eyes staring at people. Beside her, he casually took the hot "hometown food" she was still holding in her hand.

Bamboo leaves falling, silent courtyard.

Holding the back of the pipe in one hand and the dish in the other, the old Confucian scholar walked to the table where he and Zhang Huizhi were sitting under Zhao Rong's silent gaze.

Zhang Huizhi, who had been silent since just now, glanced at the old Confucian scholar, then turned his head slightly, and looked towards the direction of Great Wei in the south, instead of looking at Zhao Rong.

"Ziyu, this Elder Qin is the noble man who is my brother... When I was lonely and went south, it was the Great Wei and Qin Sect who helped me..."

Zhao Rong didn't seem to hear what the young Confucian scholar in black said. He tilted his head and was silently looking at the crooked and disfigured old man whose appearance was quite different.

The young Confucian scholar showed no expression.

There was no reply.

Qin Jianfu bent down, and placed the plate of "spicy noodles" that he had worked so hard to find and roughly restored, on the table in front of the young Confucian scholar.

then.

The old man smiled.

"Try it."

The audience was silent, only the sound of writing from the desk boy coming from the north room, the rhythm remained unchanged.

The young Confucian scholar lowered his eyelids slightly.

Silently staring at the plate of Dawei specialties on the table that he had "searched hard for", and now finally brought by the old man, at a certain moment, he nodded slightly.

"Thank you."

Chapter 521 Wine, Old Confucianism, Ink Sword, and Yourong's Words

"Guild, how alive am I this time?"

"Nine points."

"Nine points? Then... how much is the full score?"

In a heart lake that had been half-cooled along with the owner, the dark colors became brighter again.