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 hunchbacked old servant suddenly exhaled, stretched out his five fingers, and there was a sudden wind, like a blue dragon's claws, he grabbed the black light flying in the sky, and it turned out to be a dozen long iron arrows flashing 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 five-foot 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."ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

The old man stared blankly at the young man. Although his face was a little flushed and a little arrogant, every word he said was thought-provoking. It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to cultivate people. What a profound truth, he actually said it casually. And what he said had already been understood by himself.

Open another window for the heart numbed by the temple world. Teach and educate people, pass on the fire, the 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 did not 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. Her eyes were already filled with wonder. 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 family background is needed to raise such a young man?

The old man thought for a long time and said, "I often play chess with my old friend at Fuyunting. As a great minister, the 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 work hard for half his life.

, the oil has run out and the lamp has dried up. Before half of the game in Fuyunting, my old friend suddenly said: It can’t be played, it can’t be played, I will go, and I won’t come back again... Take care. After saying this, he smiled and bowed his head, and went west. I

There was no sadness 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? So I hung up my seal and left.

I want to go back to the countryside and spend the rest of my life, and I don’t want to meet the young man over a meal and a drink today. It’s rare that an old man like me has a change of heart. It’s really unpredictable in the world.”

Jiang Fan suddenly became excited and said: "Old sir, I will use this to express my condolences to you."

When the old man heard this, he was also very interested: "Hahaha, I thought that I, Zhang Zhiling, have spent my whole life and today I have become a close friend of Xiaolang. Forget it, I asked 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. Above the nine floors, the young man's voice, although immature, 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 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.

Happy reunion with a pot of wine,

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 everlasting rivers and the ever-present green mountains, and laments the fleeting nature of heroes from generation to generation. The poem next to the Que changes its focus to express 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 fills the heart with excitement, thousands of emotions, and 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!