Sword comes

Wang Yiran looked dignified, turned his body around, not caring whether he would scare the other women's family members in the water pavilion, stepped on the railing with his toes, and quickly rushed to the water pool to rescue his daughter who fell into the water.

The young owner of Jianshui Villa looked as usual, and the young scholar who was shaking his folding fan said, "I never thought that I was still a hidden master."

The scholar put away his folding fan with a snap, and looked at the young man with a sword on his back who was drifting away on the small road. The sword god died suddenly in the mountains, so he had to disguise himself as a foreigner and travel far away to seek refuge alone. Otherwise, he really couldn't think of anyone who could train such a young martial arts genius and become a master earlier than Song Fengshan.

Song Fengshan's wife, a beautiful and virtuous young woman, couldn't help asking softly, "Is there anything wrong with Coral?"

Song Fengshan gently stroked the hilt of the short sword "Cangshui" at his waist with his thumb and index finger, and smiled without saying a word.

The scholar smiled and explained: "Madam, don't worry, Miss Liu is fine. The young man's punch was skillful, but he just stunned Miss Wang with external force. It was temporarily withdrawn, probably as Master Wang said, he didn't want his road to become narrower and narrower."

Sure enough, Wang Yiran picked up his daughter and returned to Shuixie, and with Wang Yiran's help, he tapped the acupuncture points several times, and the woman gradually woke up. Apart from her appearance, her clothes were soaked, and the spring was faint, and she lost a lot of face, her complexion and spirit. The woman with the knife on her back was struggling to stand in the water pavilion, her forehead was red and swollen, her back was facing everyone, one hand rested on the pavilion pillar, and the other hand covered her mouth. The slender woman was wet and her eyes were misty. , compared to the usual glamorous, a bit more charming and pitiful.

The girl who was not too big to join in the fun stretched her neck, stared at the drinking boy on the alley, and exclaimed: "Wow, you are really a master."

The scholar squinted and quickly looked at the woman's graceful back. The woman looked like a soaked chicken, with an exquisite figure, the corner of the scholar's mouth was raised, and a pair of amazing long legs. I am afraid that the stunned teenager is not familiar with this kind of style, such an experienced man like him The grandson of a wealthy family knows that the taste here hurts a man the most.

A wave of waves has risen again.

In the Jianghu, there is a particular emphasis on the death of a master who humiliates his ministers. Among the confidants of the various camps outside the waterside pavilion, the man with the horns and the big bow on his back seemed to see the implicit ridicule of several accompanying attendants. He took out the rare hard bow made by a craftsman for ten years, and took out an arrow with carved feathers from the quiver with clusters of white feathers around his waist, holding the bow like a full moon.

Suffering shocking changes one after another, Wang Yiran, the owner of Hengdao Mountain Villa, has always been known for his calmness. The master of swordsmanship with "mountain atmosphere" in swordsmanship was also a little annoyed, and he said furiously: "Ma Lu must not stab people in the back"

Chen Pingan, who had walked a hundred steps away, was just about to turn around when he was taken aback for a moment. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a high branch on the top of a big tree. Someone was standing on the branch with his hands behind his back. The mountain wind was blowing. With the branches swaying gently like water waves, it is very elegant.The two quickly looked at each other, and the old man nodded in greeting. Chen Pingan gave up the idea of ​​making a move, but turned around and faced the water pavilion again.

The figure of the old man with the sword flickered, disappeared, and fell on the path in the next moment, passing Chen Pingan like a wisp of green smoke, raised his arm and stretched out a finger, standing upright.

An arrow with carved feathers pierced through the air, and the old man in black put his finger on the tip of the arrow, and the powerful and heavy arrow shattered in the air, but the old man's finger was safe and sound, nothing unusual.

The old man stretched out another finger, lightly grasped the point of the arrow which was already at the end of the crossbow, and threw it away, the arrow point shot away, piercing the palm of the big man holding the bow. If he hadn't lost the big bow with horns, the arm with bloody palm drooped down, holding the bow with one hand, staring round his eyes, and confronted the uninvited guest fiercely.

The old man in black looked indifferent, "Walk in the rivers and lakes, live and die with confidence, no elders have taught you this truth. In other rivers and lakes in the Shushui country, there are no rules, just do as you like, but in my Jianshui Villa, no."

The young woman stood up, cast a well-mannered blessing, and respectfully called: "Old ancestor."

Wang Yiran's face changed slightly, he clasped his fists quickly, lowered his head slightly and said, "Hengdao Villa Wang Yiran, pay homage to Swordsman Song."

The scholar followed closely behind, and patted the girl on the head, signaling her to stand up to greet her. Then the scholar bowed and said loudly, "Han Yuanshan, a child of the Han family in Xiaochongshan, has met the old owner."

The young girl has a lively temperament and no stage fright. She followed her elder brother to paint gourds, bowed but did not bow her head, and looked straight at the thunderous old fairy. host."

The old sword master Song Yushao showed up. As the grandson of the old man, Song Fengshan was the last one to stand up, without any emotional fluctuations in his tone, and said slowly: "Grandpa's going out this time is a bit short. Grandpa is willing to come back when the side is clean and there are no guests."

The old man looked around, said a meaningful "smog", and turned away with Chen Pingan. The mainstay of the Shushui Kingdom, the Xiaozhongshan Han family, and the Hengdao Villa were completely ignored, as if they were out of his sight. The proprietor's eyelids were not even willing to take a look.

Song Yushao and Chen Pingan walked side by side, with their backs to the crowd, they looked a little lonely. After walking for a mile, they laughed at themselves: "The family tradition is so skewed, it's not as good as a waterfall, I make you laugh."

Chen Pingan didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he could only say some polite words, "The people in Zhuangzi are actually good, and they are not as exaggerated as the old man."

Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, no matter how generous and open-minded the old man is, he is unwilling to publicize his family's ugliness in front of outsiders, so he changed the subject and said: "Why did you change your mind temporarily for the punch outside the waterside pavilion, and only used three or four points of your strength?" The future owner of Hengdao Villa has a stubborn heart and is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If you show mercy today, she may not appreciate it, and she may pester you endlessly. Now the younger generation of quacks only talk about their own happiness, The old man doesn't like it very much, but you are too unhappy like this, and the old man really can't appreciate it."

Chen Pingan took a sip of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said with a smile: "I'm not happy, and I want to punch someone to death, that's too overbearing. Besides, I will leave Shushui Kingdom soon, and Hengdao Villa wants to It's not easy to find trouble with me. The most I can do is swear at that woman behind her back, but I can't hear it anymore."

Song Yushao turned his head and looked at the boy with a sincere look. Unexpectedly, but also within reason, he smiled and said, "For an old man of my age, it's okay. Half of his body is buried in the ground. , everything is closed, what can you do for a fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid, old-fashioned and boring."

Chen Pingan didn't refute anything. After one punch, the lingering depression in his heart cleared up a lot, and that was enough.

He remembered something, and reminded softly: "The nanny in the ancient temple who claims to be the fourth evil spirit of the Shushui Kingdom entered your Zhuangzi with a burly man. Seniors, be careful."

Song Yushao laughed loudly and said: "What is this? In addition to the noble son of the Han family in the water pavilion just now, the notorious four evil spirits of the Shushui Kingdom, we have already gathered together."

Chen Pingan asked suspiciously: "The remaining devil"

Song Yushao shook his head and smiled wryly, "It's fine if you don't say anything."

Chen Ping took a sip of wine, thinking about something.

The old man knew it in his heart, and said frankly: "This time I invite you to come here, there is no intention of any calculation, I just hope that such a Zhuangzi, don't just be some bastards who look like dogs, this Jianshui Villa After all, it is a place run by the old man himself. I don’t want to be full of dog feces here and there, which makes the old man feel disgusted when he walks in his own house. With you as guests at home, the old man will be more pleasing to the eye.”

Chen Pingan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this old man was too straightforward.

Chen Ping didn't know that Song Yushao was in Jianghu, in addition to the increasingly famous title of sword master, he also had the nickname "Iron Pimple" bestowed by his peers. It was said that Song Yushao was serious and serious in his family. , especially in the arena outside home.If Song Fengshan didn't follow Song Yushao's character at all, he would really have wronged the little sword fairy, but Song Yushao's old-fashioned quack spirit, old-fashioned, restrained, and Song Fengshan, who wholeheartedly pursued the ultimate swordsmanship, didn't bother to practice it.

Song Yushao, an old man of seventy years of age, has seen too many turmoil in the world and the dangers of people's hearts, and he is more and more convinced of one thing. The truth only needs to be told to reasonable people, otherwise the rusty gun on his waist The old iron sword is the reason why Song Yu burned it.Song Yushao likes to travel the rivers and lakes alone with one sword, and has seen many up-and-coming talents who are reckless in recent years. Their talents are really good, but their martial arts are really not good, but they are also very prosperous. People in the world who admire them, There are as many crucian carp crossing the river, Song Yushao doesn't quite understand, 30 years or 50 years later, the rivers and lakes will be handed over to these people, so what is there to look forward to

It's just that no matter how good Song Yushao's swordsmanship is, he is only one person. The old people of the same generation left one by one, and buried them in the mud together with the old sayings and rules that the younger generation didn't like to hear. Now even enemies and friends are seniors. The old sword god of Caiyi Country is dead, Song Yushao is a little bit uninterested.

I feel that in today's rivers and lakes, those with clear soup and little water have completely lost the taste of alcohol.

The old and the young went for a walk with nothing to do, Song Yushao suddenly said: "The people in the waterfall and water pavilion have poor eyesight and can't see the height of your fist, but the old man can see clearly, so let me say something, your current state of mind There are some problems, breaking through the three realms and breaking through the four realms is the first threshold for my generation of warriors. The stronger your foundation is, the more likely you will make mistakes once you break the mirror with your heart. It's a thousand times more terrifying than the mudslide on the top of the hill. Little baby, you have to be careful right now."

Chen Pingan came to his senses in horror, reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, thought for a moment, then turned his head and said, "Thank you for the reminder, old man."

Song Yushao thought about it for a while, and said some words that seemed to be off-topic, "It was because you were kind and honest when you stopped punching earlier, but it was not good for your breakthrough. According to the general way of the rivers and lakes, if you Throwing out a punch with all your strength, the woman was severely injured or even killed, and after that, it aroused public outrage, and a bloody battle to the death might be your chance to break through, what the gods on the mountain call a chance."

Chen Ping smiled, without regret, and said something very old-fashioned and suspicious, "It doesn't matter, it should be mine, I can't run away, it shouldn't be mine, I can't catch it."

In fact, Song Yushao had been carefully observing the changes in the young man's expression, seeing his calm expression and clear eyes, the old man nodded secretly.

The swordsmanship that the young man in front of him and his grandson Song Fengshan believed in was vastly different.Although it is hard to say who is right and who is wrong, and who can go faster and farther, but Song Yushao personally feels that a boy from a foreign country who travels with a sword on his back but has poor sword skills is more to his liking.In the matter of educating children and grandchildren, the scholarly family is indeed more capable than the Jianghu sect. Song Yushao is sincerely convinced of this. In his early years, he devoted himself to the way of swordsmanship. As for the cultivation and shaping of the family style, the lights are dark, or it is impossible to start, at most. It was just beating and scolding. Looking back now, the old man can only feel guilty and regretful.

The old man actually didn't think he was any better than Wang Yiran from Hengdao Villa.

Rituals come from the family, law comes from the sect.

The rules of etiquette, the children of the real aristocratic clan have been influenced by their ears and eyes since childhood.Immortal spells have been passed down orderly by the immortal family on the mountain since ancient times.

Song Yushao was deeply touched by this. He once traveled far to Nanjian Country and had contacts with famous people there. Even though they have different personalities, each has his own style. People are ashamed of themselves.

On the side of the road between the waterfall and Jianshui Villa, there is a beautiful and exquisite pavilion with upturned eaves, with a plaque "Shanshui" hanging on it, and the couplet is "Stone White Ridge, Clear Water", which is simple and unique.

Song Yushao obviously had a special liking for this pavilion. He pulled Chen Pingan to sit on the bench in the pavilion, facing each other. , one doesn't even have the confidence to draw a sword now.

The field of vision is wide, and the distant mountains are like Dai.

The mountain breeze is refreshing and refreshing.

Song Yushao sat here quietly, and he didn't intend to greet the young man politely, just thinking about his own thoughts.

His grandson, Song Fengshan, was far from being ambitious in Jianghu affairs, but more because of his granddaughter-in-law, blowing pillow wind all day long, making his grandson think that it was just a trivial matter, so he wanted to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, and he had to understand black and white Eat, even reach out to the temple, otherwise, with Song Fengshan's disposition, how could he have paid attention to the princess of Shushui country, if he didn't slash her with a sword, he would be merciful.

The saying of combing the four evil spirits of the water kingdom has only been heard in the past ten years, and it is not widely spread in the Jianghu. Generally, only the masters of the Jianghu who have reached the position of Wang Yiran have heard of it.The leader is the burly man who came to the door with the demon head "Nurse" this time. He has a silver halberd, a magic weapon of the fairy family, and established a demon sect in the country of Shushui. After that, there was the inconspicuous Xiaozhongshan Han's son in Shuixie. She came from a famous family, but she practiced sorcery and won over and controlled many high-ranking officials of the Shushui Kingdom.

The person at the bottom of the four evil spirits is Song Yushao's granddaughter-in-law who is far away in the sky and right in front of her eyes.

During Song Yushao's trip, she "accidentally" met Song Fengshan, and the two married Song Yushao behind her back, telling the world that when Song Yushao returned to the villa, it was a done deal, and the most helpless thing was the obsessed Song Fengshan admitted frankly that he knew his wife's identity as a devil. At that time, Song Yu burned his sword, cut off the original sword of his eldest grandson with one sword, and pierced through the woman's abdomen with another sword. Desperately, Song Yushao was so angry that he wanted to cut off the muscles of this unworthy descendant's hand with one blow, and completely cut off his future in the way of swordsmanship, so as not to cause trouble to the world in the future. Unexpectedly, the woman stood in front of Song Fengshan like that, allowing the old man to strike with a sword Through the heart, although he didn't die on the spot, he really broke the Longevity Bridge, and became a sick jar that couldn't even stand the cold spring.

Song Yushaoxiaozhi used reason to move emotion into these shitty family affairs, but it didn't work. In the end, he tried several swords, but he still couldn't explain the truth clearly, and it became a confused account with no beginning and no end. .

Song Yushao sighed.

Shanshui Pavilion Shanshui Pavilion, the mountains and rivers are gurgling, but the scenery is beautiful, but the world is like a storm, and people's wishes are not fulfilled.

Chen Pingan suddenly asked: "Senior Song, can I practice boxing next to the waterfall?"

Without further ado, Song Yushao agreed casually: "Why not, I'll let the word out right now. From the Shanshui Pavilion to the waterfall, it's already a forbidden area of ​​Jianshui Villa. Anyone who crosses the boundary will die."

Chen Ping scratched his head, feeling a little bit sorry, "I just go to practice boxing at night when no one is enjoying the scenery. I don't need to close the road during the day, otherwise it would be too unkind."

Song Yushao shook his head and laughed loudly: "Little baby, you are too unhappy. The old man has set aside a piece of shit-free land on his own land, and he still needs to reason with outsiders."

Chen Pingan had no choice but to say: "If the villa needs my help, the old man can just give orders."

The old man patted the iron sword on his lap for fear, and said angrily: "The old man's sword is different from the two you are carrying."

Chen Ping'an looked embarrassed, took off the gourd of Yangjian, just drank without speaking.

The old man held back his smile, put away his sword and got up and said: "Just practice boxing, and you can stay in Zhuangzi for as long as you want. By the way, the taste of your wine is not good. When you turn around, the old man will ask someone to send some to your residence." Tanhuadiao old cellar, buried good wine for 20 years, that is the wine you are drinking, it is not much better than water, the key is that you, a child, still like whether there is someone or no one, there is nothing to do If you have to take two sips, this old man will be ashamed of you."

The old man tiptoed, his figure was swaying, and he appeared on the tall branches of the distant forest in an instant, and disappeared after a few times of flying rabbits and falcons.

Chen Pingan sat alone in the Shanshui Pavilion.

Meeting this Jianghu senior twice, Chen Pingan thought of Shen Wen, the city god of Yanzhi County in Caiyi Country, for no reason. In addition to the Qi practitioner who took Luanluan as his apprentice, I always felt that the three of them were somewhat alike, but Chen Pingan couldn't say exactly where they were alike. Anyway, after dealing with them, Chen Pingan would feel that the wine in his wine gourd was I really can't buy the cheapest kind of soil burning anymore.

Haha, it’s okay, you can drink the best wine in Jianshui Villa soon

The key is not to spend money on Chen Pingan

So when Chen Pingan left Shanshui Pavilion and returned to his residence, he was in a great mood.

When they arrived in the courtyard, Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng looked at each other when they saw Chen Pingan, who was full of joy. How could the waterfall work so well?

Chen Ping happily sat beside the stone table, and said with a smile, "I'm going to practice boxing at the waterfall at night, who of you wants to accompany me?"

The bearded man smirked and said, "Could it be that you peeked at the beauty from the waterfall? If you can still have such a beautiful view, count me in."

Zhang Shanfeng blinked, "Pindao can help you watch the wind."

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Where, I had a conflict with someone at the waterfall, and I got into a fight. It seemed to be someone from Hengdao Villa. Fortunately, Senior Song came out and stopped a subordinate for me. arrows, otherwise I reckon there will be a big fight, and the two of you may be dragged into the water by then."

The bearded man clicked his tongue and said: "Chen Ping'an, I'm still dragging myself into the water. I'm an old man, and you can also covet beauty. I think Zhang Shanfeng is quite pretty. Later, I will help him go to the town to buy a set of women's clothes. When the time comes, let him swim around the waterfall, maybe he will help you to be the old man who holds the red thread for a while, and make a good marriage."

Chen Ping'an was drinking and almost spit out.

Zhang Shanfeng had a nauseous expression on his face, he quickly got up and moved away from the two of them, and said angrily, "Rabbits don't eat the grass by the side of the nest, you are good, even your own brothers are not spared, this is too much."

Chen Pingan silently changed a stone bench, farther away from Xu Yuanxia.

The bearded man stroked his beard, "What's wrong, you can stab your brother in both sides, but it won't work if you change into a woman's clothes. This brother is not righteous enough."

Zhang Shanfeng clasped his fists together to beg for mercy, and walked backwards, "Poverty, go to the house to study the classics, you are doing justice and you talk slowly."

Xu Yuanxia laughed heartily.

Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.

Coincidentally, there was an old steward surnamed Chu outside the courtyard, who brought someone to bring four altars of wine in person, put them down and left, the old man became more and more amiable towards Chen Pingan.

In fact, Zhang Shanfeng doesn't like to drink, so Chen Ping'an and Xu Yuanxia have to split half and half, one for two.Xu Yuanxia hesitated for a moment, then shook her head with a smile, "One altar is enough for me, Chen Pingan, you take three altars."

Chen Pingan was a little puzzled.

Xu Yuanxia looked around, and after not noticing anything unusual, she pointed to the vermilion jug on Chen Ping'an's waist, and said with a soft smile, "I really think I can't see any clues at all, isn't it true that most of my life is gone in vain? But I was too embarrassed to speak up before, just like Zhang Shanfeng calling himself Zhang Shan. Whoever ventured into the rivers and lakes, there is still a little secret, your jug ​​is either the legendary fairy family's square inch, or the more precious sword-raising gourd, right? "

The bearded man pointed to his own eyes, "It's been a long time ago."

Chen Pingan didn't deny it, and said softly: "I'm sorry for keeping it a secret for so long."

Xu Yuanxia rolled her eyes and said: "Bullshit, what's wrong with this? If you are not careful, you will really feel sorry for your friends."

Speaking of this, the bearded man looked lonely, opened a jar of fine wine from the mountain village that had been dusty for a long time, put it into his ordinary wine jug, and shook it when it was full, "This is not a polite word, I have suffered a lot .”

Xu Yuanxia drank heavily, anyway, there was still half a jar of good wine, so she must be full before she passed out

Chen Ping saw that the man was depressed, so he didn't say anything, and drank with Xu Yuanxia, ​​but he drank slowly, and the man drank like a cow.

Xu Yuanxia drank a jug of wine in one breath, her beard was covered with wine, she wiped it casually, and asked with a smile: "Your wine jug is filled with the same wine, does it taste different?"

Chen Ping smiled and threw it to the bearded man, "Try it yourself."

Xu Yuanxia raised the Yangjian gourd high, raised her head and took a big gulp, threw it back to Chen Ping'an, and said cheerfully: "I want it to be better."

Chen Pingan said happily: "Fuck you, the wine in my wine gourd is the cheapest one I bought from the town, and it can compare to the 20-year-old Huadiao old cellar in the villa."

Xu Yuanxia was a little drunk, her face was flushed, she stood up and swayed, walked to her room, intending to have a good sleep, turned her head and grinned and said, "The wine of the Great Sword Immortal in the future will be good to drink."

Xu Yuanxia turned her head, staggered, shook her head, and said to herself: "In the future, I, Xu Yuanxia, ​​will be able to brag about this cowhide for a lifetime"