Wang Yiran's expression was solemn and he twisted around, not caring whether he would scare the other women's family members in the waterside pavilion. He stepped on the railing with his toes and quickly rushed to the pool to rescue his daughter who had fallen into the water.
The young master of Jianshui Villa looked as usual, and the young scholar who shook his folding fan said with his tongue: "I never thought that he is a master who hides his secrets."
The scholar put away the folding fan with a snap and looked at the young man carrying the sword who was walking away on the path. He was definitely a young master of the four realms of martial arts! Could he be a close disciple of the Sword God of Caiyi? Just because the world is dangerous, and the
His master, the Sword God, died suddenly in the mountains and 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 reach the master level earlier than Song Fengshan.
Song Fengshan's wife, a beautiful and virtuous young woman, couldn't help but asked softly: "Is something going to happen to Coral?"
Song Fengshan gently rubbed the hilt of the short sword "Cangshui" at his waist with his thumb and index finger, smiling without saying a word.
The scholar smiled and explained: "Madam, don't worry, Miss Liu is not seriously injured. The young man used his punch with skillful force. He only knocked out Miss Wang with external force. It is a skin injury and will not hurt the body or soul. In this competition, the young man will
He stopped temporarily, probably as Master Wang said, he didn’t want his path in the world to become narrower and narrower."
Sure enough, Wang Yiran picked up his daughter and returned to Shuixie. With Wang Yiran's help, he performed acupuncture several times, and the woman slowly woke up. In addition to her appearance, she was in a mess, her clothes were soaked, her face was dim, and she had lost a lot of face, her face and spirit.
She is still alive, but the woman holding the knife in reverse is struggling to stand in the waterside pavilion. Her forehead is red and swollen. She faces away from everyone, one hand is against the pavilion pillar, and the other is covering her mouth. The slender woman is wet all over, and her eyes are misty.
, compared to the usual glamorous look, it has a bit more of a pitiful charm.
The young girl who was not too old to join in the fun stretched her neck, looked at the drinking boy on the street, and exclaimed: "Wow, you are really an expert."
The scholar squinted and quickly looked at the woman's graceful back. The woman looked like a drowned rat, with an exquisite figure. The corners of the scholar's mouth were raised, and she had a pair of amazingly long legs. The stunned young man may not be familiar with such amorous feelings. A man as experienced as him
Only the grandson of a wealthy family knows that the taste here is the most damaging to a man's body.
One wave comes after another.
Jianghu is about a master who humiliates his ministers to death. Among the confidants from each camp outside the water pavilion, the man with the big bow and horns on his back seemed to have seen the implicit ridicule of several of his companions. For a moment, he became angry and shouted loudly.
He took down the rare hard bow that had been made by craftsmen for ten years, took out a carved feather arrow from the quiver with clusters of white feathers on his waist, and drew the bow like a full moon, "Anyone who dares to hurt my young lady will take one of my arrows!"
Faced with sudden changes one after another, Wang Yiran, the owner of Hengdao Villa, who has always been known for his calmness and a master of swordsmanship with "mountain style" sword skills, was also a little annoyed and said angrily: "Ma Lu! Don't hurt people with secret arrows!"
Chen Ping'an, who had walked a hundred steps away, was about to turn around when he was slightly startled. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a high branch at the top of a big tree. Someone was standing on the branch with his hands behind his back. The mountain wind was blowing, and the figure of an old man in black was seen.
As the branches swayed gently like water waves, it was very graceful. The two quickly looked at each other, and the old man nodded in greeting. Chen Pingan gave up the idea of ​​taking action, and just turned around and faced the waterside pavilion again.
The figure of the old man with the sword flickered and disappeared. The next moment, he landed on the path. Like a wisp of smoke, he passed by Chen Pingan. He raised his arm and stretched out a finger forward, standing upright.
A carved-feathered arrow shot through the air, and the old man in black held his finger against the tip of the arrow. The powerful and heavy arrow shattered inch by inch in the air, but the old man's finger was unharmed, without any abnormalities.
The old man stretched out another finger, gently held the tip of the arrow that was already at the end of the crossbow, and threw it away. The tip of the arrow shot away, piercing the palm of the big man holding the bow. The man was full of blood, but still
The big bow with horns was not missing. The arm with a bloody palm was drooping. He held the bow in one hand, widened his eyes, and fiercely confronted the uninvited guest.
The old man in black looked indifferent, "Walking around the world, you are responsible for your own life and death! No elders have ever taught you this? In other rivers and lakes in Shushui Country, there are no rules, just follow your pleasure, but in my Jianshui Villa, that's not allowed.
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The young woman stood up, gave a graceful Wanfu, and respectfully called: "Old Ancestor."
Wang Yiran's face changed slightly, he quickly clasped his fists, lowered his head slightly and said: "Wang Yiran of Hengdao Villa, pay your respects to Sword Master Song!"
The scholar followed closely behind, patted the girl on the head, and motioned her to stand up to greet her. Then the scholar bowed and said loudly: "Han Yuanshan, a descendant of the Han family in Xiaochongshan, has met the old owner of the village."
The girl had a lively temperament and no stage fright. She followed her elder brother's example and bowed without bowing her head. She looked straight at the thunderous old god in the world and said in a childish voice: "Han Yuanxue, a descendant of the Han family in Xiaochongshan, has met Lao Zhuang."
host."
The old swordsman Song Yushao showed up. Song Fengshan, as the old man's direct grandson, was the last one to stand up. His tone showed no emotion at all, and he said slowly: "Grandpa's trip this time was a little brief. My grandson originally thought that he would have to wait until Zhuangzi.
Grandpa will be willing to come back only when the country is clean and there are no more guests."
The old man looked around, said a meaningful "troublesome atmosphere", and then turned around and left with Chen Ping'an. He completely ignored Xiaozhongshan Han family, the mainstay of Shushui country, and Hengdao Villa, as if they were not in his eyes.
The owner of the village didn't even want to take a chance on him.
Song Yushao and Chen Ping'an walked side by side, with his back to the crowd, looking a little lonely. After walking a mile, he laughed at himself: "The family tradition is so skewed, it might as well be a waterfall to make you laugh."
Chen Ping'an didn't know how to answer the question, so he could only say some mild and polite words, "The people in Zhuangzi are actually not bad, and none of the seniors said it so harshly."
Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. No matter how generous and open-minded the old man is, he is not willing to publicize his family's disgrace in front of outsiders, so he changes the subject and says: "Why did you change your mind about the punch outside the water pavilion and only used three or four points of the full strength?
The future owner of Hengdao Villa is stubborn and not a fuel-efficient lamp. If you show mercy today, she may not appreciate it, and she might pester you endlessly. Nowadays, the younger generation of charlatans only talk about their own happiness.
, I don’t like it very much, but you are so unhappy, and I really can’t appreciate it.”
Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said with a smile: "If I feel unhappy, I would punch someone to death. That would be too overbearing. Besides, I will leave Shushui Country soon. Hengdao Villa wants to
It's not easy to make trouble for me. The most you can do is scold that woman behind her back, but I won't hear you anymore."
Song Yushao turned to look at the young man with a sincere expression. He was both unexpected and reasonable, and said with a smile: "Such words are acceptable for an old man of my age. Half of his body was buried in the ground.
, everything is over, what else can we do? You are a fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid, so old-fashioned and boring."
Chen Ping'an didn't refute anything. After one punch, the lingering depression in his heart was relieved a lot, and that was enough.
He remembered something and reminded him softly: "The nun in the ancient temple who claims to be the Four Evils of Shushui Kingdom entered your village with a burly man. Seniors, please be careful."
Song Yushao laughed loudly and said: "What's this? In addition, the noble son of the Han family in the waterside pavilion just now, the notorious Four Evils of Shushui Kingdom, has already been gathered together."
Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "The remaining devil?"
Song Yushao shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's okay not to say anything."
Chen Pingan took a sip of wine and thought about things.
The old man understood clearly and said frankly: "I don't mean to invite you here as a guest this time. I just hope that this village will not be just some human-looking bastards. This Jianshui Villa
, after all, this place is run by me personally, and I don’t want there to be shit everywhere. There are puddles here and there, which makes me feel disgusted when I walk in my house. Having you as guests at home makes me feel more comfortable."
Chen Ping'an didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This old man was too upright.
Chen Ping'an didn't know that Song Yushao, in addition to the increasingly famous title of Sword Master in the world, was also given the nickname "Iron Pimple" by his peers, which meant that Song Yushao was serious about words and was so in the family.
, this is especially true in the world outside the home. If Song Fengshan does not follow Song Yushao's character at all, it would really be an injustice to the little swordsman. However, Song Yushao has the atmosphere of the old man's world, which is old-fashioned and pedantic. He is restrained and pursues the ultimate in swordsmanship.
Just disdain to follow it.
Song Yushao, an old man in his seventies, has seen too many turmoils in the world and the evil people. He is increasingly certain of one thing. The truth only needs to be told to reasonable people, otherwise the rusty knife around his waist will
The old iron sword is the principle of Song Yushao. Song Yushao likes to travel around the world with one person and one sword. Over the years, he has seen many up-and-comers who are sharp and wanton. Their talents are really good, but their martial ethics are really not good, but they are still messed up.
There are as many people in the world who admire them as they are like crucian carp crossing the river. Song Yushao doesn't quite understand. Thirty or fifty years from now, the world will be handed over to these people, so what else will there be?
Hope?
It's just that no matter how high Song Yushao's swordsmanship is, he is just one person. The elders of his generation left one by one, taking with them the old words and rules that the younger generation didn't like to hear, and buried them in the mud together. Now he is even a friend and foe.
The old sword gods of the Caiyi Kingdom were all dead, and Song Yushao lost interest.
I feel that today's world is clear and watery, with no trace of alcohol at all.
The old man and the young child were taking a leisurely walk when Song Yushao suddenly said: "The people at Waterfall Pavilion are blind and cannot tell the level of your fist, but I can see it clearly, so please tell me your current state of mind.
There are some problems. Breaking through the three realms and the four realms is the first big threshold for martial artists of our generation. The stronger your foundation is, the easier it will be for mistakes to occur once you break the mirror with the knot in your mind. The momentum of a big snow mountain collapsing can be huge.
It’s a thousand times scarier than the mudslide on the top of a hill. Little kid, you have to be careful right now!”
Chen Ping'an woke up with a start, reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, thought for a moment, then turned around and said, "Thank you, senior, for the advice."
Song Yushao thought for a while and said something that seemed to be off topic, "You held back your fist earlier because you were a kind person, but for your breaking the situation, it was not good. According to the general rules of the world, if you
Throw out a punch with all your strength, severely injuring or even killing the woman, and then arousing public outrage and leading to a bloody battle to the death. This might be your chance to break through, what the gods on the mountain call opportunity."
Chen Pingan smiled without regret, and said something very old-fashioned, "It doesn't matter, it should be mine, you can't run away, it shouldn't be mine, you can't catch it."
Song Yushao had actually 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 practiced by the young man in front of him and that of his grandson Song Fengshan are very different. Although it is difficult to say who is right and who is wrong, and who can go faster and further, Song Yushao personally feels that the foreign boy who travels with a sword but has poor swordsmanship,
You must be more to your own taste. When it comes to educating children and grandchildren, scholarly families are indeed more capable than Jianghu sects. Song Yushao is sincerely convinced. In his early years, he devoted himself to swordsmanship and cultivated and shaped the family style. The lamp was dark, or
There was no way to start, the most was just beating and scolding. Looking back now, the old man can only feel guilty and regretful.
The old man actually doesn't think he is any better than Wang Yiran of Hengdao Villa.
Ritual comes from the family, and law comes from the sect.
Etiquette and rules have been ingrained in the eyes and ears of true descendants of the family since childhood. Immortal magic techniques 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 to Nanjian Country and interacted with famous people there. Even though they had different personalities, they did have their own charms. Even if they were just scholars with no power, they were still impressive.
People feel ashamed of themselves.
On the roadside between the waterfall and Jianshui Villa, there is an exquisite pavilion with lovely raised eaves, hanging a plaque "Landscape" and a couplet "The stone is white and jagged, the water is clear and gurgling", which is simple and unique.
To be continued...