While he was talking, the old servant suddenly stood up and shouted: "Be careful!"

Several people were stunned. As soon as Jiang Fan raised his eyes, he saw several figures suddenly appeared on a speedboat on the river. The next second, more than a dozen black lights came towards them.

Suddenly, the old servant with a hunchback exhaled loudly, stretched out his five fingers, and there was a gust of wind, like a blue dragon reaching for its claws, and he grabbed the black light flying in the sky. It turned out to be a dozen long iron arrows shining with blue light.

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"Bold maniac!" The old servant was like an angry lion at this moment, throwing it out casually. Even though the distance was less than three miles, the boat was still full of people.

The hunchbacked old servant snorted coldly and was about to jump down from the ninth floor, but the old man waved his hand calmly: "Forget it, it's just a test for the young people, let them go, don't ruin your drinking pleasure."

When the old servant heard the words, he stopped talking, slowly returned to the corner and sat down, closed his eyes slightly, returned to his old state, and allowed the speedboat to escape quickly.

The two of them looked normal, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Jiang Fan was dumbfounded.

Those were more than a dozen long iron arrows. They were caught and thrown out to kill several people. You must know that this place is more than three miles away from the speedboat on the river. This humble old man with a hunchback turned out to be such a master.

This world is so terrible!

Jiang Fan felt white hair and sweat coming out. If the hunchbacked old servant hadn't taken action just now, none of the three of them, including himself, would have been spared. And he could see clearly that the arrow was blue and didn't look like a good one at first glance.

ah.

The old man seemed to be fine, pouring himself a drink and continuing to talk and laugh.

Seeing that he was calm and composed, Jiang Fan also secretly admired him. He was originally a good drinker, so he toasted frequently, and the old man and the young man talked loudly, and they actually got along well with each other.

When the wine was half full, the old man said: "Today I have such fine wine and delicious food, as well as such an interesting young man as Xiao Lang. I have not been so happy for a long time."

Jiang Fan also returned to his true nature at this moment. After hearing this, he waved his hand: "The old gentleman has left the Fuyun Pavilion and left half of the chess game behind. It can be seen that he is relieved. Why bother to be unhappy again? From now on, you might as well find a quiet and elegant place to teach and educate.

People, use your spare time and energy."

The old man paused with his chopsticks, and Pei Yunjin rolled his eyes at Jiang Fan: "Old sir, don't listen to his nonsense."

The old man put down his chopsticks, thoughtfully. He looked at the young man for a moment and said, "What I said makes sense. Teaching and educating people is the last thing I do for this world."

Jiang Fandao: "The main thing is that I am happy. It takes ten years to cultivate trees and a hundred years to cultivate people. Teaching and educating people is such a noble thing. Think about it, many years later, a group of aspiring young people will be active in the temples and temples like you, and pass on your ideas.

It’s not pleasant. Besides, being with young people has a good attitude and longevity.”

The old man looked at the young man blankly. Although his face was flushed and a little arrogant, every word he said could make people think deeply. It takes ten years for trees to grow and one hundred years to cultivate people. What a profound truth it is. He said it casually and inadvertently. And what he said was like a thread.

Let the light open another window for my heart that has been numbed by the world of temples. Teach and educate people, pass on the fire, and this world needs to be passed on after all.

For a moment, the Master Zaifu, who had dominated the world for decades, couldn't see through the young man in front of him.

Although this man is dressed in linen and wearing straw sandals, is he really just a fisherman?

Pei Yunjin didn't dare to say anything more at this moment. She was born in a family of poets and writers, so she naturally understood the truth behind the young man's words, and her eyes had already revealed a strange light. Didn't you see that Zhang Zaifu, who was wearing the seals of the Five Kingdoms, was also thinking deeply?

Who is the younger brother he picked up, and what kind of mentor does it take to train such a young man?

The old man pondered for a long time, "I often play chess with my old friend at Fu Yunting. As a high priest in the court, my old friend often gets busy while playing chess. As the saying goes, come and go. This time I meet my old friend again, and I don't want that old friend to

After working hard for half a life, the oil has run out. Before half a game in Fuyun Pavilion, my old friend suddenly said: I can’t go down, I can’t go down anymore, I will go and I won’t come back again... Take care. After saying this, he smiled and bowed his head, and then went west.

There was no sorrow in my heart. I sat alone for half a day, thinking that in this world, I have tried my best. Just like the remaining half of the chess game, since it can no longer be played, let's stop here. What else can't be let go? Then I hung up and left.

, I originally wanted to retire to the countryside and spend the rest of my life, but I didn’t want to meet the young man over a meal and a drink today. It’s rare that my old mind has changed. It’s really unpredictable. "

After listening to the old man's heartfelt words, Jiang Fan suddenly became very excited: "Old sir, your old friend is really open-minded, and I think there will be no regrets in driving to the west now. Now you are also insightful, and you put aside the chaos of the world and go into seclusion. The younger generation will take this opportunity."

This is my word to comfort you for the rest of your life."

When the old man heard the words, he was also very interested: "Hahaha, I think that throughout my life, Zhang Zhiling, I am destined to have Xiaolang as my close friend today, so why not, I will ask Xiaolang to write the lyrics, and I will write the lyrics myself."

Pei Yunjin was stunned at first, then suddenly surprised, he quickly stood up and shouted: "Hurry! Bring up the best rice paper!"

"Want it big, want the biggest one." Jiang Fan said with a loud tongue.

"I want the biggest scroll. Hurry up and assemble the table! If the old gentleman doesn't abandon the little girl, I can grind the ink for you."

Pei Yunjin was really excited. If the young man in front of him was the Longjiang fisherman, he would be a good word today. What's more, with Zhang Zaifu personally writing, the opportunity for Linjiang Pavilion has come.

After a while, the two girls, Qing and Fen, laid out the table with rice paper themselves.

The old man rolled up his sleeves and laughed loudly: "Xiao Lang, I have to listen to these words. If they are not good, I will burn them on the spot."

Jiang Fan patted the table and swayed: "Since I got drunk in Linjiang Pavilion today, I will take the word card Linjiang Immortal!"

After saying that, he stood up, raised his glass and drank the wine in one gulp. On the ninth floor, the young man's voice sounded immature but seemed to have come from across the ages:

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward,

The waves wipe out all the heroes..."

As soon as the first two sentences came out, a desolate and majestic momentum rushed towards his face. The old man was shocked, grabbed the Spring and Autumn Pen, dipped it in thick ink and wrote quickly.

"Success or failure turns into nothing, right or wrong,

The green hills are still there,

Several sunsets are red..."

Shangque chanted in the young man's mouth, and the old man's whole body was shaking, except for the hand holding the pen, which was as steady as a loose leaf. Even the hunchbacked old servant opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but stand up.

"White-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River,

I am used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A jug of wine makes us happy to meet each other,

How many things happened in ancient and modern times,

It’s all a joke…”

As soon as he came out of the lower palace, the old man seemed to be stunned.

This poem uses history to praise the eternity of the world, the endless rivers and the everlasting green mountains, and laments the fleetingness of heroes from generation to generation. The poem at the bottom of the poem changes its direction and expresses the noble sentiments and broad-mindedness vividly.

The rise and fall of the past dynasties can only be discussed over a pot of turbid wine. The secular world has gone away, but the indifference and freedom are coming. It is soul-stirring and full of emotions, making people feel endless aftertaste.

"...many things in ancient and modern times are all made fun of and talked about..."

This is my life, Zhang Zhiling, and this is also the life of the heroes of the world. As soon as this word comes out, everything about right and wrong, success or failure, the rise and fall of the world, is gone!

The old man recited it over and over again for a long time. Suddenly he looked up to the sky and laughed, the sound shaking the waves.

"What a Linjiang Immortal in Linjiang Pavilion, what a fisherman on the Canglan River! I have learned this word today and it is enough for the rest of my life!"

Looking back, I saw the young man pounding the table and singing in a strange but desolate and rich tone.
Chapter completed!