Sword comes

There is a small old man in a small town school. Although he is a teacher, he is dressed in sloppy clothes. His name is Chen Zhenrong. He likes to drink. Write something or draw something.There are a lot of drunken words, neither the official dialect of Dali, nor the elegant dialect of Baopingzhou, in short, no one can understand it.

Although the old man's surname is Chen, he is not from the Chen family in Longwei County, but 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 The teachers in the school actually have a bad impression of this old man with a withdrawn personality.

Today, the sloppy old man drank wine, walked across the stone arch bridge, walked to the blacksmith shop, and chanted loudly in his own dialect, "Help the river, touch the big mountain, ride the vitality, swim in the void, the clouds steam and the rain fly, the sky hangs down and the sea stands, so magnificent "

When the old man got outside the shop, he finally didn't just break in. He ran to the Longxu River to wash his face, probably because a few handfuls of cold water couldn't wash away his drunkenness, so the old man simply lay down on the ground, put his whole head into the cold water, and tried his best to wash his face. Shaking, and finally lifted suddenly, laughing loudly: "Comfortable and comfortable"

The old man stood up, and sighed abruptly, because he thought of the bleak situation of many descendants of the Chen family in the small town, and even served as slaves for other surnames. The descendants of the Chen family who have the face of their ancestors, but they have the same surname after all, the old man was really depressed, so he had to open the jug, hesitant, and after a battle between heaven and man, he looked around for a while, like a thief again, Sneaky Xiaoxiao took a sip of wine and murmured: "If it is in Nan Po Suozhou, as long as it is a well-documented descendant of the Chen family, no matter how desolate it is, how can it be reduced to being a cow or a horse for others? But the face of the Confucian Chen family."

When the old man said this, he slapped himself inexplicably, "You are a shameless thing, and you can't control your mouth. If you want to drink it, you still drink it."

After the old man had slapped his face, he laughed and smashed the can, and took another two sips, but he slapped himself twice without pain.

After drinking two gulps of alcohol bought from the beautiful woman, the old man was finally satisfied. He went straight into the blacksmith's shop and shouted Ruan Qiong's name. Soon Ruan Qiong walked out of a sword furnace and took off the cowhide skirt around his waist. , and casually threw it to the long-browed boy behind him.

As soon as the old man saw this sage from the Ruan family 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."

Ruan Qiong didn't care about this, as if she had been used to it for a long time, she didn't even say hello to the old man, and she was still taciturn, but the long-browed boy behind him frowned, but 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, chattering like a market aunt. , "Ruan Qiong, look at Qi Jingchun, who is targeted by us in such a context, but is willing to repay grievances with virtue and help take care of that regular tree."

"Wouldn't it be fun if I let that girl see the trees on the grave first, then turn around and trample on them, and let us have fun for nothing? It's a pity that Qi Jingchun is a gentleman and doesn't do this kind of thing."

"So when someone went to our ancestor to reason, even if he stole a round of sun from the ancestor's shoulder, the ancestor still didn't want to break his face and let him borrow it for a hundred years."

"Look at you again. I really didn't say that you were depressed, and that you didn't make any progress in your cultivation. In the end, you took three or two kittens and puppies as founder disciples. It's just that this little long-eyed boy, relying on his family's strength, How many years of good times can there be? 100 years, or 200 years"

When the old man said this, he smiled at the long-browed young man. The confused young man was a little annoyed at first, disliking the old man for not respecting his master enough, but when the old man showed him the kind look of an elder, Xie Jia The young man could only nod his head slightly, not knowing that the old fox was full of bad things and was actually talking bad things about him.

The old man followed Ruan Qiong to an eaves where a few green bamboo chairs were lined up side by side. After the three of them sat down, the old man snorted coldly: "The little girl who is missing a thumb is so stupid, it really is yours." like-minded people"

"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 my ass out of you. You don't feel ashamed, I will embarrass you for you "

Ruan Qiong finally spoke, "I'll buy you a drink if I'm not done talking."

Ruan Qiong asked the young man from the Xie family to get up and get some wine.

"It's okay to invite me to drink. I don't want to drink it myself. I just do as the Romans do. This is how you, a saint, treat guests. You can drink this kind of wine, and you can drink it!"

The old man sat on the bamboo chair and turned to Ruan Qiong, "But drinking is drinking, and accepting apprentices is accepting apprentices. Since you left the small hill of Fengxue Temple, you are finally going to establish a sect. Now that there is a hill, you should discuss the establishment of the mountain." The matter of the eldest disciple is really not good, I will find you three apprentices, change them all, even if they are only selected from the children of the Chen family in my Posuozhou, I guarantee that they will be better than your current three named disciples."

Ruan Qiong was unmoved, "I accept disciples, I don't look at talents, I don't pay attention to bones, I only choose heart."

The old man said angrily: "I know it's such a bastard's wording, you Ruan Qiong are a stinky stone in a latrine."

Ruan Qiong laughed unprecedentedly and said, "Then you, Chen Zhenrong, will still be friends with me."

Previously, Ruan Qiong was able to replace Confucian Qi Jingchun in charge of Lizhu Dongtian as a military strategist. Of course, it was related to Ruan Qiong's high level, but the Confucian Chen family actually contributed a lot behind the scenes.

Ruan Qiong never denied this.

"I am happy, can you control you?"

The old man turned around angrily and yelled: "Wine, why hasn't the agreed upon hospitality wine come? What's the matter with that kid, are you really mad at me?"

Ruan Qiong saw the old friend who was yelling all the way, and asked with a smile: "Why, when I arrived in Longquan County, I saw the situation of the two descendants of the Chen family in the town. You have nothing to do with each other, why are you so angry?"

"Don't mention this, Wohuo."

The old man sighed and glanced sideways at Ruan Qiong, "What about you, for Xiuxiu's sake, you wanted to hide in peace, but now it's all right, but it's become a place of right and wrong, are you all right?"

Ruan Qiong shook his head and said, "It's okay, there are mistakes."

The old man sneered and said, "It's fine to be tough in your bones, but don't be tough in your mouth."

Ruan Qiong said softly: "If there is trouble, I will definitely not be polite to you."

Out of the corner of the old man's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the girl in Tsing Yi walking from a distance, and the young man from the Xie family beside her, delivering wine together.

The old man immediately smiled and waved his arms at the girl, "Xiuxiu, come here, why did you turn around and leave? Don't go, Xiuxiu, is there a man you like? If not, I'll help you find it. Pingzhou is such a big place to pick men, a barbaric place where birds don’t shit, what good men can there be, Fengxue Temple Wei Jin and Dali Song Changjing are not bad, but after all, they are a little older, so I have to find Let's look for it in our Nanba Suozhou, oh, Xiuxiu has gone far."

The old man was downcast, but fortunately there were two jugs of wine sent by the boy with long eyebrows, one jug was placed at his feet, the other was opened, and he raised his head and drank.

Ruan Qiong took the jug, but had no intention of drinking, "You Chunru Chen family, you searched all over the world, and you only found Cao Jun. If I remember correctly, he is already in his early [-]s."

The old man said anxiously: "What's wrong with Cao Jun? I think he's pretty good. If it wasn't for being framed in his early years, he wouldn't be worse than the Wei and Jin Dynasties. In history, there are more than one or two Great Sword Immortals who matured late. Sigh, blame him The old ancestor Cao Xi is not capable enough, but we are the descendants of the Chen family who have this talent and aptitude, let's see who dares to make trouble."

Ruan Qiong didn't speak, he had a very bad impression of Cao Jun.

The old man sighed and said, "I'm surprised. With the same surname, how can people in this small town suffer so badly. Then where did all those luck go? In the past 2000 years, there is a person named Chen , flourish in Aquarius Continent or another continent”

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 an enemy, and almost scolded: "When did you Chen Zhenrong become such a philistine?"

The old man stretched out one palm. It turned out that the five fingers were trembling all the time. "I can't draw real dragons. I can only draw limp four-legged snakes. It's really pretty. I think it's better to change the name to fake ones in the future."

He took a sip of his wine and said helplessly: "This matter, if it was before, my words could still be useful, but not now."

Ruan Qiong said angrily: "The dignified and mellow Chen family"

The old man interrupted Ruan Qiong's words, "Which family is not muddy and sandy? Within the Confucian orthodoxy, there are no saints, gentlemen and sages. There is no distinction between high and low, not to mention that this matter is not as dirty as you think."

Ruan Qiong was silent, with a heavy heart, like a mountain pressing down on her heart.

When manpower is exhausted, so are saints.