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(After the incident, Ji and Qin returned from Xixin Island)

After Shi Hongda finished untying his hands, he wanted to go back to the small pavilion on the back hill of Qiyan Villa, and continue composing poems with his two little friends.

When he released his hand, his hand was on the bottom, but the gods had already wandered among the surrounding mountains.The solitary peak is steep, like a sword pointing at the sky, and the mountain wind roars like a dragon chant from a sword. Shi Hongda deeply felt that the sword energy here is full of swords, which complements the illustrious name of Chisumen.Thinking of all kinds of chivalrous deeds that have been passed down through the ages, the poetic feeling in his heart is surging, dripping, dripping, and endlessly buzzing, and he is determined to write a magnificent rhythm in one go.

He recited some good lines that he found in his hands, pondered over and over again for one or two words, and when he raised his head by chance, he realized that the gazebo looked farther away than when he relieved it. It turned out that he was immersed in poetry and entered a state of oblivion. , accidentally went in the wrong direction.

Shi Hongda didn't know the way very well, so he turned around and went back with a sad face. He didn't go far, and found that the road under his feet forked. One of the two roads led to the left side of the pavilion, and the other led to the right side of the pavilion. way.He only hesitated for a blink of an eye, then grabbed the hem of the skirt and bent down, grabbed three blades of grass, and made a divination for himself.Then, without hesitation, he took the road to the left.

This time, while walking, he looked sideways at the gazebo. After walking for a long time, the gazebo remained silently hidden behind the trees, neither getting closer nor further away.

If he had chosen the correct path, he should have returned to the gazebo by this moment, and Shi Hongda was finally sure that his hexagram miscalculated just now.He shook his head helplessly, and was about to turn around and go back, but before he could stop completely, he suddenly heard a faint painful gasp from ahead.

Could it be that someone was injured?Is he a hero in the chisu gate?Shi Hongda's heart was beating wildly, he put aside the good words just now, and continued walking along the road, and soon he saw a figure.

The man was tall and well-proportioned, dressed in bunts, and stood with his back to Shi Hongda. The dark belt was tied tightly, making his waist thin and strong.There was a knot tied to the nearby tree, his right hand was behind his back, his left hand was holding the knot, his elbow was bent, and he was trying to hang himself up.Shi Hongda turned pale with shock, thinking that this person must be a master of martial arts, and even the way of throwing himself to death is different.

How could such an enviable master suddenly commit suicide?Shi Hongda took a deep breath, and was about to step forward to persuade that person not to give up his good life so easily.But at the next moment, he realized that he was overwhelmed.

After the man hung himself up, he relaxed his arms and came down again, and then down again... He had no intention of getting his head into the knot at all.It turned out that he was just practicing his arm strength.

The man's panting was violent, occasionally accompanied by a few slight pains, and the clothes behind him were already wet with sweat.Seeing from a distance, Shi Hongda felt that he was just a boy, and he had to continue to practice so hard, maybe he made a mistake and was punished.

The man's back was beautiful and his voice was pleasant. After watching for a while, Shi Hongda couldn't bear it, so he decided to ask the way and let the man have an excuse to rest for a while.However, before he could take a step, the man suddenly let go of the knot, his body tilted, and he fell sideways on a low couch with several layers of cotton pads next to him.Shi Hongda's eyes were wide open, and he didn't find the low couch until the man lay down.

In the stories Shi Hongda had heard, martial arts masters were either born out of nowhere and invincible, or became masters after hard work. He had never heard of such strange people who practiced martial arts in the mountains and moved a low couch for rest. He couldn't help but be careless. observe.What surprised him even more was that this strange man turned around and revealed his face. He was indeed a very handsome young man. He was several times more handsome than Shi Hongda had imagined when he looked at his back just now, and he was also younger. He was only sixteen or seventeen years old, if Shi Hongda hadn't seen him practicing martial arts just now, he would have thought that he was from a wealthy family and was studying.

The boy wiped the sweat from his face on the mat, turned over and lay on his back, stretched while lying down, and then said loudly: "Second sect master, I'm thirsty!"

Shi Hongda opened his mouth wide. Although he didn't know much about Jianghu affairs, he also knew that the "Second Sect Master" was Qin Songfeng, a famous master of Chisumen. All admired extremely.Who is qualified to command this second sect master?

Not long after, a thin figure appeared from nowhere and landed neatly on the side of the couch. Shi Hongda was dazzled and realized that this must be the legendary Qinggong master Qin Songfeng.From here, Shi Hongda could only see Qin Songfeng's back. Qin Songfeng was holding a huge cone-shaped leaf in his hand. The leaf contained clear water, which might have just been scooped from a mountain stream.

The young man stretched out a hand while lying down, Qin Songfeng pulled him, the young man sat up, took the leaves, took a sip of water gracefully, did not say thank you, but said "good boy".

Qin Songfeng smiled and said, "I don't care if I want to be named, do you think I'm easy to bully?"

The young man stopped drinking water, raised his eyes and said, "I'm called the Second Sect Master, why did you name him? If you wrong someone again, next time I will really call him Qin Songfeng."

Qin Songfeng was not angry at all, he patted the boy's left arm and asked, "How do you feel?"

"It still hurts a little." The boy's tone was normal, but Shi Hongda inexplicably felt that he was a child complaining to an adult on purpose, "I haven't played for a long time, and I guess I have to come back for a few more days."

"Then you go ahead, I'll go first." Qin Songfeng performed lightness kung fu, jumped up lightly, and quickly disappeared into the distant forest.

The boy smiled at the direction he left and said, "I'll call you when I'm thirsty!"

A stone was thrown from a distance, but it landed when it was still far away from the boy.

After drinking the water, the boy showed a gentle smile to the wet leaf, put the leaf on the couch, stood up and stretched his muscles and bones, stretched out his left hand to grab the knot again, then he blinked suddenly, Turning to the back of the tree where Shi Hongda was hiding, he said, "Hey, why are you standing there all this time, is there something wrong?"

Shi Hongda secretly praised the master of Chisu sect for his extraordinary hearing. He appeared from behind the tree, bowed from a distance, and was about to announce his name, but the young man in front stood a little more seriously, and asked in surprise, "Shi Juren?"

The county's literary style is not strong, and it is rare for people to raise people. Shi Hongda is not surprised that the young man recognizes him, and he stepped forward and said: "This is Shi Hongda, this... what is the name of the young hero?"

The young man came over, clasped his fists in a very solemn salute, and said, "My surname is Ji and my name is Shuliu. I can barely read a few words, and I enlighten some young children at Chisu Gate. Sir, let me know two of my former students."

Shi Hongda said pleasantly: "So that Mr. Ji is you!"

He has been curious about Mr. Ji from Chisumen for a long time.

Last year, two young disciples of the Chisu sect who abandoned martial arts and went to literature both passed the examination as a scholar, but the teacher who taught them was Ji Shuliu, a figure in the rivers and lakes without fame, which shocked many scholars in the county who make a living by teaching.Most people, especially those whose own students didn't pass the exam, think that this surname Ji must be incapable of learning, and it's pure luck to teach two good students.

Shi Hongda didn't take it seriously—those scholars who worry about the county school exams every year, and are complacent about their low-level fame, how can they understand the ambitions of people in the world?

Just looking at Mr. Ji's attitude towards the second master Qin Songfeng just now, it can be seen that even in front of his employer, this person is unrestrained, unrestrained and free and easy.

Thinking of this, Shi Hongda warmly invited Ji Shuliu to go back and write poems together.

Ji Shuliu hurriedly said: "I really don't know how to compose poetry, so I dare not make a fool of myself."

Shi Hongda shook his head: "Sir, don't be self-effacing. Since you can teach two scholars in just a few years, you must be very knowledgeable."

Ji Shuliu said with a smile: "Where, in fact, I didn't teach anything, I just taught them to recognize a word, and the rest depends on the students' hard work."

"How is it possible," Shi Hongda said, "Sir, the two high-ranking disciples also mentioned to me that most of the students in your school are naughty and don't listen to discipline. They are driven home from the school many times at the foot of the mountain. Fang, can calm down a group of urchins."

"Sir, I don't know something," Ji Shuliu said in a low voice mysteriously, "Actually, I'm not good at learning, I only know how to fight. I usually teach and don't do anything else. I just stop at the door and watch them study." , They can't beat me, and they can't escape, so I have to concentrate on my studies."

Shi Hongda laughed: "When I met Mr. Ji, I was surprised by two things. One was surprised that Mr. Ji was so witty, and the other was surprised that Mr. Ji was so young and promising. I'm afraid he is about the same age as your two disciples?"

Ji Shuliu's expression tightened, and he looked a lot older in an instant: "Sir, you are joking, how can you be so young." He smiled heartily, and his old age disappeared instantly.

Shi Hongda looked at him suspiciously, finally stopped asking about his age, and asked instead: "Just now, sir, was practicing martial arts on that knot, is it some kind of unique secret method?"

Ji Shuliu said: "It's just a very stupid way. I injured my left arm a few months ago, and I haven't moved for a long time. After recovering from the injury recently, my left hand is always unable to exert strength, so I went to practice strength."

"It's really not easy. Your Excellency is both literate and martial arts. I think he has gone through many times the hard work." Shi Hongda sighed, naturally he didn't know that this Mr. Ji was delicate and lazy, but he was not bad at swordsmanship. Many people in the Chisu Sect knew the inside story They are all envious.

Ji Shuliu smiled: "Where, no matter civil or military, I just learn it for fun."

Shi Hongda thought for a moment, and continued to invite sincerely: "I really want to know the style of Mr. Ji's poems..." Halfway through speaking, Ji Shuliu suddenly waved to the distance. Seeing that he has not returned it for a long time, the friend has already found him.

Seeing Ji Shuliu, the two teenagers greeted the teacher with joy, and then booed together, asking the teacher to go to the gazebo with them and comment on their poems today.

Ji Shuliu still wanted to evade, so the two teenagers pulled him away. Ji Shuliu shook his head helplessly and let them drag him away.Under the background of the two students, Shi Hongda suddenly felt that Ji Shuliu was much older than he looked just now, like a loving elder who could not do anything to naughty children, and he couldn't help but marvel at the ever-changing changes of strange people in the world.

The four of them went back to the gazebo to recite poems together. Ji Shuliu refused to comment on the students' poems, but he was forced to compose a few poems in the end.Shi Hongda felt that the style of his verses was a little weird, but also a little free and easy. He really was a master of swordsmanship, which was extraordinary.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for lunch. The two teenagers discussed with the doorman and brought all the food and drinks for the guests to the gazebo.During the interplay of toasts and cups, Ji Shuliu claimed that he had been injured recently, so he didn't drink any alcohol and only drank water.

Shi Hongda quietly observed Ji Shuliu, and found that he was deliberately avoiding those hairs, and his left hand holding the bowl trembled slightly. Injury?... To be honest, do you people in Jianghu have a few lives on their hands?"

The two teenagers laughed and said nothing, Ji Shuliu's expression was so innocent that he seemed to be only 12 years old: "Mr. You are joking, I am very timid, I never cause trouble, how can I kill people."

Naturally, Shi Hongda didn't know what he meant to mean that those killed by him were "not human beings", but he was also skeptical. At one moment he felt that Ji Shuliu was deceiving a layman, and at another moment he felt that Ji Shuliu really didn't look like he had killed someone.

The meal was eaten while chatting, and it was already halfway through the afternoon, when Ji Shuliu and two students sent Shi Hongda down the mountain together.Until the time of parting, Shi Hongda still had that thought in his mind: "Has Brother Ji ever killed anyone?"

It is probably difficult for him to get an answer that can convince himself.

After descending the mountain, he entered the city gate along the main road, and when he returned home, Shi Hongda was still not calmed down because of his unexpected encounter with a martial arts master. He even couldn't help telling his mother about his relationship with a The experience of swordsmen composing poems together.

He was beaming with joy when he spoke, and his mother scolded: "You are not serious, you have been obsessed with hearing stories since you were a child, and you haven't cured it when you grow up." She turned to her daughter-in-law and said, "Look at your husband, you have to take good care of him. Otherwise, maybe one day, I will leave you behind and go to the mountains to learn art from a teacher."

The daughter-in-law lowered her head, covered her mouth and smiled.

At night, when Shi Hongda and his wife returned to their bedroom, his wife asked in a low voice, "Do you remember what poem that young hero wrote?"

Shi Hongda knew that she was going to ask, so he took out the poems recorded during the day and watched them side by side with his wife under the lamp.His wife sat by his side, read those verses, discussed with him for a long time, and was full of curiosity to ask about the young hero's description and behavior.

His wife was still young, her brows and eyes were full of curiosity, and she looked stupid. Shi Hongda knew that he must be like her during the day, looking stupid.

But he thinks it doesn't matter, he likes such a time when he is stupid and not involved in mundane affairs, and he likes to be accompanied by a close person who is very close to him when he is stupid.

Seeing him in a daze, his wife poked his ribs with a smile, and said deliberately: "I'm thirsty, go and pour me some tea over there."

Shi Hongda was very knowledgeable and not the kind of majestic big man, so he obediently poured a cup of tea for his wife.At the moment when he picked up the teacup and walked towards his wife, he suddenly remembered Ji Shuliu asking Qin Songfeng for water with confidence.

That look, that tone of voice...

Shi Hongda felt as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

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This is a spin-off of a short abandoned plot

This extra episode and the next extra episode are both minor revisions from the original extra episode, and there will be other new extra episodes in the future!