Sword comes

Diezhang glanced outside the shop, a little strange, there are not many scholars on the side of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, there is no school here, and there is no teacher, as she was born in Diezhang, the children in the back alleys are literate , relying on large and small crooked stone monuments, standing casually in the corners of the streets and alleys, knowing a few words every day, after a long time, if you really want to study hard, you can also read books, as for more There will be no more knowledge.

Although Ning Yao has never met Wen Sheng, but vaguely guessed the identity of the old gentleman, the feeling is not deep at the moment, the only feeling is that when he traveled with him in the vast world, some portraits of Wen Sheng in books that have not been completely banned, looking at It's really not like, those books are similar, whether it's a bust or a standing portrait, they all paint Wen Sheng with a majestic appearance. Now it seems that he is actually a thin old man.

Diezhang was a little puzzled, Ning Yao said: "Let's talk about ours, don't worry about them."

Outside, it was an unexpected reunion after a long absence.

Apart from smiling, Chen Pingan didn't say anything.

The old scholar turned his head to look at the two little girls in the shop, and asked softly, "Which one?"

Chen Ping whispered: "The one that looks better."

The old scholar was overjoyed, he clenched his fist in front of his chest, and stretched out his thumb.

Chen Ping asked the old man to wait a while, went inside to say hello to Diezhang, moved a chair and stool out, and heard that Diezhang said that there were no food for wine in the shop, so he asked Ning Yao if he could help buy some, Ning Yao nodded, and soon I went to the nearby wine shop and brought the food box directly. Except for a few dishes to accompany the wine, there were cups and bowls. Chen Pingan and the old man were already sitting on the small bench, using the chair as a wine table, which seemed a little funny. She wanted to take the food box and opened it by herself, but she gave Ning Yao a stare. She set the dishes, put the wine bowl, put the food box aside, and then said something to the old scholar, asking Mr. Wen Sheng to take it easy. drink wine.The old scholar had already got up and stood with Chen Pingan, and now he was laughing from ear to ear. The so-called happiness blossomed, but that was all.

Ning Yao called Die Zhang to leave the shop and went for a walk together.

The old scholar snorted, took a sip of his wine, shuddered, and took a deep breath, "I'm exhausted, I'm finally back to being a fairy."

Chen Pingan drank slowly, smiling at the old gentleman who seemed to have not changed much.

The old scholar picked up a pair of chopsticks to accompany the food and drink. Seeing that Chen Pingan hadn't moved, he raised the chopsticks in his hand and said vaguely: "Move the chopsticks and move the chopsticks. It's not enough to know how to drink. If you don't eat food and drink, you will be bored. I used to At that time, I was poor, and could only rely on sage books as a side dish. That little bastard, Cui Chan, was brain-dead at the beginning, and mistakenly thought that drinking while reading a book was really an elegant thing, and then he followed suit. Knowing that if I had money in my pocket, the wine table would already be full of dishes, fuck the sage book."

Only the person who scolds himself the most fierce can scold the most reasonable words.

Chen Ping picked up a chopstick of vegetables, chewed slowly, and took a sip of wine, very skillfully.

It's not that I have nothing to say, but that I don't know how to speak, what to say, what not to say.

The old scholar used his chopsticks like flying, and drank non-stop, but luckily Ning Yao bought enough.

When the old man's wine bowl was empty, Chen Pingan bent down and reached out to help pour the wine.

After eating the food and drinking the wine, Chen Pingan put the wine bowls and dishes back into the food box, and the old scholar wiped the wine-stained soup on the chair with his sleeve.

As a result, it floated down at the door of the shop in an instant.

The old scholar asked, "Why are you here?"

Left and right replied: "Students want to take a closer look at Mister."

The old scholar pointed to the empty chair, and said with an angry smile, "You are the best swordsman, so why don't you sit here?"

Glancing at Chen Pingan left and right, Chen Pingan had no choice but to give up his small bench, walked around the chair, and walked to the old scholar.

The old scholar could only sit on a chair, and Chen Pingan took his seat.

The old scholar asked: "Have you two recognized your senior brother?"

Said left and right: "I don't think so."

Chen Pingan said, "Same reason."

The old scholar sitting on the chair, of course, was partial to his closed disciple, so he slapped his short left and right heads, "Why did you become a senior brother? It's just an apprenticeship earlier. Why are you so blind? How many years have you been single? Don’t talk about anything else, let’s just talk about this important matter. We, the literary sages, now rely on your little brother to support the situation! Carrying a sword, running around, can help you warm up Bed, I can still serve you tea and water."

Chen Pingan said: "Senior Zuo was at the top of the city earlier and planned to teach the younger generation swordsmanship. Senior Zuo was worried that the junior level was too low, so it was more difficult."

Without any suspense, he was slapped again, his face darkened from left to right, thinking that when Mr. left the Great Wall of Sword Qi, I would not be embarrassed at all.

Chen Ping said again: "However, when Senior Zuo first met Mr. Yao, he still supported the younger generation."

The old scholar let out an oh, turned his head, and wrote lightly: "That slap just now, Mr. made a mistake, left and right, why didn't you explain it, it was like this when I was young, and I will change it later. I slapped you wrong, Don’t you remember grudges, Mr.? If you feel wronged, remember to say it. If you know your mistakes, you can correct them, and you can correct them without hesitation. There is nothing good about it. Back then, I used these words to forcibly pull out a basket of profound truths. Daozi were stunned for a while, right?"

Of course the sir is right.So the left and right were silent, but they decided to teach the boy two sword skills, one is definitely not enough.

Chen Pingan suddenly said: "The deputy master of the cliff academy, I have been thinking about... sir."

This is the first time that Chen Ping'an called Mr. Wen Sheng as Mr. Simple.

The old scholar hiccupped abruptly, pricked up his ears, and pretended to be puzzled: "Who, what? Say it again."

Rolled his eyes left and right.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Brother Mao misses you very much."

The old scholar turned around, leaned on the handle of the chair, looked at Chen Ping'an, and said with a smile: "Xiaodong, I am most willing to use the most stupid way to teach and educate people. I am very patient, and I am the most like me. It is similar to the left and right. When I get stubborn, my brain is dead, and I can't turn around. I just tied Mao Xiaodong back then, stuffed it in a sack, and then threw it in the Riji Academy. I gave up my old face and helped him manage it in private It's a good relationship, but if I don't go, I, as a husband, can't help it."

Left and Right suddenly asked: "Why didn't you want to admit that you are a teacher back then, but now that your realm is higher, you recognize him instead?"

Chen Pingan replied: "I didn't read any books back then. How can I recognize Mr. because he is a literary sage? Could it be that the most sage master and the sage sage appeared in front of me, and they were willing to accept me? Just admit it? Mr. is willing to accept disciples. Before a disciple enters the door, he has to pick a Mr.! After reading the books of three religions and hundreds of schools, it is like shopping around. I finally believe that Mr. is really the best, so I will admit it, even if Mr. repents. I myself will be tireless in studying with teachers, and only in this way can I be considered sincere.”

I froze for a long time.

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people.Chen Pingan, does your kid have a truth shop at home?

Three games!

The old scholar kicked left and right, "What are you doing with the stick, bring some wine."

The left and right said helplessly: "Sir, I don't like to drink, not to mention that Chen Pingan has a lot of it."

"Left and right, you

You are a bachelor, you don't have to be afraid of owed money or anything. "

The old scholar persuaded people with reasoning in a earnest tone, and he said in a persuasive way: "Your junior brother is different. He has his own mountain and is about to marry a wife again. How much does this cost? Back then, you helped Mr. manage the money, would you Don’t know how hard it is to support a family? Show a little brother’s demeanor, don’t let people look down on our lineage. It’s okay if you don’t use wine to honor Mr., go, go to the city and howl, just say yourself It's Chen Ping'an's senior brother, lest your little senior brother be bullied if you are not here."

Left and right pretend to be deaf and dumb.

In the previous school career, this was the biggest protest of the left and right against their husband.

Chen Pingan took out two jugs of wine from among the things close at hand, and handed them to the old scholar.

All the glutinous rice wine from Longquan's hometown, and all the wine from Xianjia was given to the man holding the sword who was the gatekeeper in Daoxuan Mountain.

The old scholar handed a pot to the left and right.

Left and right did not refuse.

Chen Ping took out a pot by himself.

The old scholar smiled and asked, "Left and right, how does it feel?"

Left and right had no choice but to say something with as little ambiguity as possible, "It's okay."

The old scholar shook his head, tsk-tsk said: "This is what people who don't know how to drink will say."

The old scholar turned to look at Chen Pingan.

Sure enough, the old scholar was not disappointed.

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Wine for nothing tastes the best."

The old scholar laughed.

After laughing for a long time, he realized that Chen Pingan was looking at him.

The old scholar coughed a few times, "Don't worry, I'll ask your big brother to invite you to drink in the future. On the side of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, as long as it's drinking, it doesn't matter whether it's yourself or friends, it will be accounted for by the name of Left and Right. .Left and right..."

Left and right sighed, "Understood."

The old scholar shouted "Left and right" again.

Left and right have already said: "No grievance."

The old scholar was satisfied with this.

As Chen Ping drank, he always felt that the more this was the case, the more difficult the days ahead would be for him.

Unexpectedly, the old scholar was already understanding and said: "Your senior brother is around, swordsmanship is still good, but if you don't want to learn, you don't have to learn it. If you want to learn, just tell your senior brother how to teach it. It would be too much."

Said left and right: "You can learn."

Chen Pingan immediately said: "Don't worry."

Leaning forward left and right, staring at Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan looked at the old scholar.

The old scholar understood, so he immediately stretched out his hands to hold the left and right heads, pushed back, and taught: "Give way, little brother."

Left and right began to gulp down the drink.

It is very strange that Wen Sheng treats several direct disciples in his sect as if he is the most unkind to his left and right, but this disciple is always the one who is most inseparable and accompanies him.

Even a named disciple like Mao Xiaodong was puzzled by this.

It's just that senior brothers Zuo and Zuo are too withdrawn, Mao Xiaodong, Ma Zhan and the others actually don't dare to take the initiative to talk to Zuo Zuo.

At that time, Cui Chan, who had not yet deceived his masters and exterminated his ancestors, was a dazzling first disciple of literary sages. If he is extremely tall, he will often be scolded by the left and right without retaliation. As for whether Cui Chan was unwilling or afraid at the time, Mao Xiaodong and the others are destined to have no chance to know the answer.

As for the knowledge of the left and right, the direct lineage of Wen Sheng is enough to explain everything.

It's a pity that it was covered up by his swordsmanship.

That's why people in the world often talk about the late blooming swordsmen, and only say whether their swordsmanship is very high, extremely high, or the highest in the world.

Many people will even forget his status as a disciple of Wen Sheng.

One manpower suppresses all the innate sword embryos in the world, this is left and right.

But today, the person sitting on the small bench at the door of the small shop, in the eyes of the old scholar, has always been the tall boy with clear eyes. After paying the money and recognizing the husband, he will pay it back in the future, but if he helps the husband recruit more disciples after studying, winning the first prize in the exam, then he will not pay back the money.

When the young man said these words, he was very serious.

At that time, a poor scholar who was not too old, had not yet become an old scholar, let alone a literary sage, but had just published a book and had a little money, so he was not too shy to afford wine, so he agreed. Thinking that Cui Chan didn’t have a junior disciple by his side, it was outrageous, not to mention that the poor scholar thought at the time that his greatest wish in life was to be full of peaches and plums. It would be a good thing to have a first disciple and then a second disciple. , After all, it is a good sentence that I figured out. At that time, there was only a man with a reputation as a scholar. I really didn’t think too much, and I didn’t think too far. I even felt that what peaches and plums are all over the world is just an unreachable idea. Thinking, it's like when you are in a back alley, drinking the dirty wine bought at home by a catty and a half catty, thinking of the good wine sold pot by pot in those big restaurants,

In the past many years, I can still vaguely remember that the youngest daughter of the owner of a restaurant seemed extremely beautiful.

Seeing it from a distance is like drinking alcohol, you can't look too much, it will be intoxicating.

Therefore, in later generations, a Confucian great sage interpreted a certain book written by the old man, and wrote the old man to be dignified, too old-fashioned, and changed the original meaning a lot, which made the old scholar very angry. What's more, grass and trees can be turned into spirits, and people are not sages, so they can have no faults, and sages also have faults, let alone expect ordinary teachers to be sages everywhere. If this kind of knowledge is unique, it will not bring scholars closer to sages, but It is gradually pushed away.So the old scholar went to the Confucian Temple to reason, and the other party was also stubborn. Anyway, I listened to what you said, but he didn't quarrel with the old scholar, and he never said a word.

But it is precisely such a saint who is suspected of being inhumane, but at the price of wasting his own cultivation, he forcibly propped up the entrance of that pass for Haoran Tianxia, ​​until the old scholar and the man holding the fairy sword... Scholars appeared in front of him hand in hand, and the other party finally let go of his burden, quietly fell away, smiled heartily at the old scholar, and passed away forever, completely shattered, with no afterlife to speak of.

Life is sudden.

Look at each other and smile, irresistible.

The old scholar drank a jug of wine, did not rush to get up and leave the chair, hugged the jug with both hands, basking in the sun of the other family.

The left and right whispered: "Sir, you can leave now, otherwise the world's great monsters in the Ascension Realm may attack together to stop the gentleman from leaving."

Chen Pingan just got up to speak.

The old scholar raised his hand and pressed it lightly, "You don't need to say anything, sir knows everything. Sir has a lot of words, so I won't talk to you for the time being."

The old scholar leaned back on the chair with a relaxed attitude, and muttered to himself, "Sit a little longer. It has been many years, sir, and there are no two students sitting beside you at the same time."

There are two students, one on the left and one on the right, with Mr. sitting in the middle.

Mr., finally not alone but left and right.