Chapter 472: A Little Thing About a Bamboo Scabbard
Chen Pingan came to the gate and took off his bamboo hat.
Senior Song is still wearing a black gown, but now he no longer carries a sword, and he is much older.
The Sword Master of Shushui Kingdom had an expression of disbelief on his face and asked in a thick accent: "Gua Wa'er?"
Chen Pingan nodded, shook his head, and finally nodded.
Song Yushao laughed heartily and slapped Chen Ping'an heavily on the shoulder, "Good guy, you are running so fast that I can't even recognize you. Why don't you wear straw sandals and carry a bamboo box? Maybe I will recognize you at a glance."
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Want to eat hot pot?"
Song Yushao did not answer the question, but asked: "What happened in the town? Su Lang's sword energy suddenly broke. Does it have anything to do with you?"
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "I stopped him and beat that Su Lang back to the town. He should not cause trouble to the old senior again."
He didn't make up any random reasons. After all, Senior Song was a veteran he admired very much, and it was difficult to fool him.
It’s just that in the world, truth often seems false and lies seem true.
The old porter didn't believe it, and Song Yushao's grandson Song Fengshan and his wife Liu Qian didn't believe it either.
Only Song Yushao believed it, and took Chen Pingan's arm, "Now that the matter is over, let's go and sit inside. What's the point of worrying about the hot pot? After finishing the hot pot, you paid off the debt, just pat your butt.
You want to leave, how dare I stop you from letting you go? I can't stop you anyway."
Song Fengshan and Liu Qian looked at each other.
The old concierge swallowed secretly.
When Chen Ping'an was about to pass by the old concierge, he stopped, took a step back, and said with a smile: "Look, just say that I'm familiar with you Zhuangzi. Don't stop me next time, or I'll jump over the wall directly."
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The old concierge didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He cupped his fists and apologized, "Mr. Chen, it was because of my poor eyesight that I offended you a lot."
Chen Pingan made a gesture of raising his head to drink.
The old concierge understood and gave Chen Pingan a thumbs up.
Song Yushao took Chen Pingan and left.
Song Fengshan did not follow immediately and asked softly: "Lao Qi, what's going on?"
The old concierge then told the previous joke again, telling an embarrassing story of his own happily.
Song Fengshan stretched out a finger and rubbed the center of his brow.
Liu Qian smiled and said: "It's not very good. If word gets out, it will be a big story in the world."
The old concierge smiled unpretentiously.
In the hall of the villa, everyone took their seats, and Liu Qian poured tea herself.
Chen Pingan took a sip of tea and asked curiously: "Did Chu Hao die back then?"
Song Fengshan shook his head and said: "I can't die anymore, but I was replaced by Han Yuanshan. Han Yuanshan has always been good at disguise."
Chen Ping'an suddenly realized.
The earliest Four Evils of Shushui Kingdom at that time, the ancient temple female ghost Wei Wei, Han Yuanshan, the figure of the Demon Cult who was killed by the academy sage Zhou Ju in Jianshui Villa, the last one, far away in the horizon and right before our eyes, is Song Fengshan's
Wife, Liu Qian.
Liu Qian did it for her husband Song Fengshan, and to push the reputation of Jianshui Villa to a higher level.
As for the noble son of the Han family in Xiaochongshan, Han Yuanshan is ambitious, has a deep city, and has good means. He wants to seize the power of a country and become the center of the temple. What Han Yuanshan wants to do in the future is unclear.
Imagine.
Han Yuanshan can accomplish such a big thing. With Chu Hao's face and identity, Chen Ping'an is not surprised that he is covering the sky in Shushui Kingdom's temples and rivers and lakes, but Song Fengshan, Liu Qian and his wife, since they control such a big
The clue is that Han Yuanshan is not really Chu Hao. He targets Jianshui Villa so aggressively. Why is Jianshui Villa unable to fight back? Is Han Yuanshan really not afraid that the Villa will completely tear him apart and reveal his identity?
Song Fengshan seemed to see through Chen Ping'an's doubts and explained with a smile: "Acting is just for people to watch, it is a business. 'Chu Hao' will rely on this to pave the way for Hengdao Villa to join him and unify the world. Han Yuanshan knows that our sword
Shuishan Villa will not be a lackey of the imperial court, so it began to vigorously support Wang Yiran of Hengdao Villa. We have no objection to this. Wang Yiran cares about the title of the largest sect in the world, but we don't care. We just want to use this
We had the opportunity to find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, away from the troubles of the world. In exchange, Han Yuan Shanhui, in the name of the Shushui Kingdom, set aside a piece of land on the mountain for us to build a new Zhuangzi. It was a geomantic treasure land that my grandfather had long admired.
Han Yuanshan will strive to get my wife a royal title from the River God. I will refuse all social activities, decline all favors in the world, and practice swordsmanship with peace of mind."
Liu Qian is not an ordinary woman, both in terms of status and talent.
Where there is life, there is hope.
Chen Ping'an hummed, "If you take a step back, the world will be brighter. Brother Song can concentrate on swordsmanship, and my sister-in-law can also find a long-term future. Moreover, the site of the ancestral home is chosen as the mountain temple, which is also a big merit.
There will be ancestral yin and yin virtue to protect the descendants. But the only thing that needs to be paid attention to is the old man and Brother Song. You need to come here from time to time in the future. If the incense of the new mountain god is not clean, it must be cut early. Of course, that is the last step.
Bad results.”
Song Yushao and Song Yushao looked at each other and smiled.
Chen Ping'an understood in his heart that he must have been talking too much. Indeed, both Senior Song and Song Fengshan were actually familiar with things on the mountain, especially the seniors who liked to travel around with swords. Otherwise, they would not have been able to get from Dilong Mountain in the first place.
Xianjia Ferry, buy a sword for Song Fengshan.
Chen Pingan silently told himself that there was no rush and he would stay at the villa for a few days.
After all, it is the Song family's own housework. Chen Ping'an is actually a newbie here, so it's hard to say much or ask questions.
In Chen Ping'an's mind, no matter how others walk in the world, his world will not be that I defeated Su Lang with one punch today, had hot pot with Song Yushuo tomorrow, and returned north with a sword the day after tomorrow. During this period
, without thinking about everything, it seems that from the beginning to the end, there is only the fastest punch, the fastest sword, drinking happily, eating hot pot, learning boxing and swordsmanship, and achieving some achievements, life should be so simple, getting more and more
The less worry and effort you have.
This shouldn't be the case.
Maybe it will be different when you arrive at Beiju Luzhou, a place you are unfamiliar with, and you won't have so many worries.
So after meeting each other, I could only ask more about other people's affairs to delve into some of the Song family affairs.
But one thing is very clear to Chen Ping'an. Being able to give up the ancestral property of the villa here is not a small courage, and the matter is not small.
Especially if Senior Song is willing to nod this way, it is even more difficult.
For the older generation of Jianghu people, their reputation is extremely high. The senior Song Dynasty is the old Jianghu. In fact, Wang Yiran can also count it, but the Green Bamboo Sword Immortal Su Lang from Songxi Kingdom is less likely to count.
Apart from anything else, Su Lang's appearance this time and wielding a sword in a small town was very against the rules.
Because according to the old rules passed down from generation to generation in the world, the old swordsman of Shushui Kingdom and Song Dynasty publicly rejected Su Lang's invitation to fight, and there was no reason or excuse, let alone delaying the fight for a few years.
The leeway is actually equivalent to Song Yushao voluntarily giving up the title of the best swordsman. It is similar to a game of chess. The chess player throws his pieces and admits defeat, but he does not say the three words "I lost". For Song Yushao and these old people, it is just
, what I gave with both hands, in addition to my status and title, was also the reputation and face accumulated throughout my life. It can be said that I gave away half my life.
Song Yushao just looked at Chen Ping'an with a smile. The little melon skin of the past is fine now. I just don't know if I have been drinking for a long time and whether eating is spicy? Do you still believe that drinking can relieve the spicy taste? The old man is especially curious.
Did the girl Chen Pingan longed for back then become a good person after meeting her? Or did she really just say "You are a good person" to her?
After hearing Song Fengshan's reasonable explanation, Chen Ping'an felt a little strange and couldn't help but ask: "Then what's going on with Su Lang? I saw that he was preparing to draw his sword in the small town. It was absolutely true.
I want to tell the difference between life and death with the seniors, not just the level of swordsmanship."
This time it was Song Yushao who personally came to explain Chen Ping'an's doubts: "The Caiyi National Sword God that I respected most back then is probably at the same level as Su Lang is now. Su Lang is extremely talented. After breaking the mirror, he wants to find
A sword-sharpening stone to help him stabilize his realm. After visiting more than ten countries, I, Song Yushao, just happen to be able to use a sword, and I am famous enough, but I am one level behind him, Su Lang... Even if it is half a realm, of course I use it to sharpen my sword.
The best object.”
Song Yushao actually has no interest in drinking tea, but he drinks less now. He only makes exceptions during New Years and holidays. His grandchildren and his wife are very strict, as if they are guarding against thieves. There is nothing he can do, so he just drinks the weakest drink.
,better than nothing.
The old man continued: "It's just Su Lang's trouble that puts me in a bit of a dilemma. If I agree to fight with him, it doesn't matter whether I lose or die, but it will ruin our relationship with Han Yuanshan."
Buy and sell.”
Having said this, Song Yushao took a sip of tea, and Liu Qian quickly stood up and refilled a cup of tea.
Song Yushao complained a little, "Even if I drink a few kilograms of tea, I still don't taste like wine. Now that Chen Ping'an is here, it's not good to treat guests with tea."
Liu Qian was just about to sit down, but since grandpa asked, she continued to stand and said with a smile: "Grandpa, Fengshan has the final say on this matter."
Song Fengshan said with a straight face: "This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, grandpa even finished the drinks for Beginning of Winter and Xiaonian."
Song Yushao sighed and didn't insist.
Chen Ping'an was a little happy. It could be seen that the relationship between the grandfather and grandson was now harmonious, and they no longer had the old knots in their hearts that were difficult to resolve.
Song Yushao continued the previous topic with a somewhat self-deprecating look, "I lost. With the current virtues of the Jianghu people in Shushui Country, countless people will definitely fall into trouble. Even if we move in the future, we will not stop. Everyone wants to step on us.
A kick, at least a few spits. If I die, maybe Han Yuanshan will directly regret it and let Wang Yiran annex Jianshui Villa. The sword master of Shushui Kingdom is worth half a penny now.
It's a pity that Su Lang showed his sharpness and wanted to get something real. It is common sense for people that some of the rules of the world are not in line with the older generation, but talking about old rules now is just a joke."
Song Fengshan was about to speak but stopped.
Song Yushao waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't think too much, just complain a few words in front of Chen Ping'an, Grandpa, you don't know what my temper is? If you really can't let go of these vain ideas, you will have to wait for a while.
He would not allow Han Yuan to be good at doing business. After all, his skills were still inferior to those of others, and he would never be able to break through that bottleneck. This gave Su Lang a chance to catch up as a latecomer. Who doesn't want to be the best among those who learn swordsmanship?
No one can compare with me?"
Song Yushao took the initiative to say something to Su Lang, and then said something to the world where he was that unfortunately no one listened to. "In the past, among the worlds of more than ten countries, Caiyi's Sword God was the most virtuous and respected.
Lin Gushan of the ancient Yu country doesn't know how to behave. Even though I, Song Yushao, am not worthy of my position and like to travel around, Su Lang is full of vigor and ambition. No matter what, the world is still full of vitality. No matter who I am learning from,
This is the way. Now that the old sword god is dead, Lin Gushan is also dead. I am half dead, and only Su Lang is left. Su Lang wants to rise to the top, and as long as his swordsmanship reaches that level, no one can stop me.
I'm just afraid that Su Lang will make a bad start. In the future, young people who practice swordsmanship in the world will feel a little breathless in their chests. They just think that my swordsmanship is advanced and the rules are nonsense. Kill whoever you want to kill. This is like
... You, Chen Ping'an, or Song Fengshan, are rich and wealthy. If you want, of course you can go to a brothel and spend a lot of money. You can embrace any beautiful or expensive oiran in your arms, but this does not mean that when you walk on the road, you will see
If you marry a decent woman, you can humiliate her with money and bully her with your power..."
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "I have never been to a brothel."
Catching a glimpse of Liu Qian lowering her head to drink tea, with a half-smile on her lips, Song Fengshan quickly echoed: "Me neither, absolutely not!"
After all, Jiang was too old to trick people without discussing it. Song Yushao turned around and reminded Liu Qian with a smile: "If a man has never been to a brothel, or if he doesn't have the trouble at all, he won't swear so confidently.
, I will just smile and pass by, the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle."
Liu Qian nodded slightly and said softly: "It seems so."
Chen Ping'an and Song Fengshan looked at each other, but Song Fengshan's eyes were full of sadness and grievance, as well as complaints. It was Chen Ping'an who led the way!
Are you embarrassed to blame me? How many years have you, Song Fengshan, been involved in the world, and how many years have I, Chen Ping'an, blinked? Chen Ping'an blinked and only said half a sentence, "I've never been there anyway."
Song Fengshan was stunned on the spot.
How bad is this guy!
Liu Qian covered her mouth and smiled.
Song Yushao laughed loudly and said: "It seems that you have been wandering around in the world all these years."
Song Fengshan shook his head, turned to his wife and said, "It's better to bring some wine, otherwise I will feel unhappy."
Liu Qian went to get up and get the wine.
Song Yushao was touched by the light, and his voice became louder.
Song Fengshan didn't drink much, and Liu Qian only had a token drink.
Song Yushao and Chen Pingan drank the two jars of good wine that Zhuangzi had brewed and had stored for more than five years.
As soon as he heard that Chen Ping'an planned to leave the day after tomorrow, Song Yushao waved his hand and said, "Go and get two more jars. As long as this melon rind can drink me down, let alone the day after tomorrow, I will allow him to get out immediately after drinking!"
Liu Qian got up and got the wine without hesitation.
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Then we'll leave the day after tomorrow. Senior Song, I really have something to do. I have to catch a cross-continental ferry to Beiju Luzhou. If I miss it, I'll have to wait at least another month.
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Song Yushao glared and said: "Then why don't you leave now? You can't waste a day or two? Is it that I, Song Yushao, have too little face, or that you, Chen Pingan, have too much face now?"
Chen Ping'an murmured: "It is said that the best way to show the morality of the world is to encourage people to drink at the wine table."
Song Yushao slapped the table, "Drink your wine! Chi Chi Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai, I think that girl, unless her eyesight is not good, she will never like a man like you who lingers even after drinking! What the heck,
Is there no chance?"
When Chen Ping'an heard this, he was in a good mood, his eyes were shining, and he was full of pride, but he was a little tongue-tied when he spoke, "Drinking, drinking, are you afraid of you? Senior Song, you really screwed me over, because of you back then.
That sentence scared me half to death, but fortunately it doesn't matter at all... Come on, let's drink this bowl first. To be honest, old man, your drinking capacity is not as good as it used to be. It's only been a few bowls of wine. Look at your face.
Drinking red is like applying rouge and gouache..."
Song Yushao blew his beard and stared, "Don't shake your hands when you are able to drink. Keep them steady. If you dare to shake a drop of wine, you will lose a little love for the world!"
Song Fengshan and Liu Qian were enjoying themselves secretly. They were still young, and their skills in persuading people to drink at the table were endless and difficult to guard against.
One old and one young, they were so drunk that they were in a daze.
Finally, in the eyes of Song Fengshan and Liu Qian, they had taken off their boots and sat cross-legged on chairs.
Fortunately, Song Fengshan was in charge and refused to give him any more wine, so the two of them didn't fully enjoy themselves. Otherwise, they would probably drink until they vomited, or drink after vomiting.
Chen Ping'an still lives in the same house as before, which is relatively close to the Shanshui Pavilion and waterfall.
Fall down and go to sleep.
Song Yushao was no better. He staggered back to his residence and soon started snoring like thunder.
Chen Pingan was really drunk. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes, barely maintaining a sense of clarity.
There is something wrong with Senior Song's mental state.
Otherwise, the old swordsman of Shushui Kingdom who he met for the first time that year had to agree to Han Yuanshan because he was worried about his junior's future, and then due to the situation, he had to refuse Su Lang's competition. But even so, when I saw him today, Chen
Peace is definitely not that kind of mentality.
I won’t be so resigned to my old age and accept my fate.
But Chen Ping'an didn't ask directly, and no matter how much wine he drank, he didn't mention it.
It's not just that we have a good relationship, but if we drink too much, we can really behave unscrupulously.
How many unintentional words from those closest to you have become a lifelong knot in your heart.
Drink till the end.
Song Yushao suddenly glanced at the bamboo hat placed on the desk, and then at the long sword Chen Pingan carried behind his back, and asked: "How about this sword you carry?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Okay."
Song Yushao smiled and said, "That's good."
Chen Ping'an was confused, didn't think much, couldn't care less, and hiccupped.
Song Fengshan and Liu Qian looked a little lonely, but they concealed it well and passed away in a flash.
Chen Pingan drank so much that he had a headache and mumbled to sleep.
If there is wine today, I will be drunk today. If I am drunk, I will be a god. I will worry about tomorrow, and I will worry about all the sorrows tomorrow. There is still wine in all kinds of sorrows.
Early in the morning, Chen Pingan opened his eyes, got up and washed himself, then walked along the quiet path to the waterfall.
Of course it's not to practice boxing, but to take a look at the words he secretly carved on the stone wall.
As a result, at the Shanshui Pavilion, I saw Song Fengshan instead of Song Yushao.
Chen Pingan walked quickly, and Song Fengshan stood up to greet him.
Song Fengshan smiled and said: "It's rare for grandpa to drink so out of control. He hasn't gotten up yet."
Chen Pingan felt a little guilty. He was silent for a moment and looked around, "Isn't it a pity that we have to move away from here?"
Song Fengshan hummed, "Of course I would be a little reluctant, but this matter was Grandpa's own idea, and he took the initiative to ask Han Yuanshan to find him. In fact, Liu Qian and I didn't want to agree at the time. Our initial idea was to take a step back, at most
Even Wang Yiran, who is admired by that grandfather, can win a sword fight so that Wang Yiran can take advantage of the opportunity to become the martial arts leader of Shushui Kingdom. Jianshui Villa will never be moved. After all, Zhuangzi has been grandfather's life.
But grandpa didn’t agree, saying that Zhuangzi is dead and people are alive, so there’s nothing he can’t let go of. You also know grandpa’s temper and you can’t beat it.”
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "That's what the old man is like, otherwise he wouldn't have stopped the thousands of troops of Shushui Kingdom by himself."
Song Yushao is to Chen Pingan.
Very important.
For some people, as long as they are still in the Jianghu, everything they do is like holding the jug of Jianghu and pouring a glass of wine to others. The cup is full of chivalry, making people take the glass and just drink.
That’s it.
Song Fengshan smiled and said: "Grandpa also has no thoughts about today's world. He always said that it is difficult to find a drinking friend nowadays, that's why he is like this."
It seemed that the words were a bit heavy, and then Song Fengshan quickly joked: "Chen Ping'an, don't dare to come to our Xinzhuangzi to drink in the future just because grandpa drinks so much. To be honest, I blame you too. What do you say immediately?
We are about to leave. Of course our grandpa will not really miss your business, but at the wine table, old people are like this, and in front of the younger members of the family, it is difficult to say a soft word, so I can only drag you to drink one more drink.
It’s a cup.”
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I understand this."
Song Fengshan said: "To be honest, Wei Wei suddenly flew his sword into the hands of Liu Qian in the Villa last night, but he just asked if you are in the Villa now. It seems that if you reply truthfully, she will come here. I asked Liu Qian to
Pretend that I didn't receive the flying sword, wait until you leave, and then write back and say that you are indeed here, just to have a drink with my grandpa."
Chen Pingan clasped his fists in thanks.
After drinking too much last night, Chen Ping'an briefly talked about his reunion with Wei Wei, one of the four evil spirits of Shushui Kingdom, but he didn't mention the mountain god behind him.
That would require Chen Ping'an to clean up the mess himself.
For example, after going to the Xianjia Ferry in Dilong Mountain, and finding an opportunity, Feijian sent a message to Wei Bo from Piyun Mountain, asking about the size of the matter and, under normal circumstances, some normal reactions from the officials stationed in Dali and the local court.
Wei Bo is the righteous god of Beiyue in Dali. Shushui Kingdom, which is far away in the middle of Aquarius Continent, is naturally not the boundary of Beiyue. It is precisely because of this that Chen Ping'an is so straightforward with his sword. Otherwise, he would really be merciful. It would be even worse if he changed his sword.
A subtle way of doing things.
Song Fengshan pointed in the direction of the town, "Su Lang has already left with the maid holding the sword. I believe there will soon be a shocking story that will spread throughout the world in more than a dozen countries. Su Lang and a real mountain swordsman
, fight to the death, even if defeated, it will be glorious."
Chen Ping'an didn't care about the rumors that spread rumors, and said with a smile: "I have never understood why the sword attendant exists."
The former empress in the palace was like this, and so was the Green Bamboo Sword Immortal Su Lang.
Song Fengshan looked a little embarrassed.
Chen Pingan asked: "Brother Song also has this intention?"
Song Fengshan whispered: "I just dare to think about it in my heart."
Chen Pingan rubbed his chin. It was something he didn't understand at first, but when he put himself in his shoes, he immediately understood Song Fengshan.
Anyway, Chen Ping'an wouldn't even think about it.
Chen Ping'an suddenly frowned. This Su Lang was really entangled.
At this moment, the old housekeeper surnamed Chu came quickly, stood outside the small pavilion, and said with a wry smile: "The Green Bamboo Sword Immortal Su Lang came secretly, and asked to see Mr. Chen outside the gate, saying that he would be bold and troublesome.
Mr. Chen, if you do something wrong, you will be rewarded generously in the future."
Song Fengshan thought about it for a moment and understood the connection, and sneered: "I pushed the envelope twice."
Chen Ping'an smiled, waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter. As soon as I came to the door, I drank as much good wine as Zhuangzi."
Song Fengshan shook his head, "Two different things!"
Chen Ping'an joked: "Brother Song, you can't stop me."
Song Fengshan smiled and said: "Ten Song Fengshan couldn't stop me, but you still called me Brother Song..."
Don't wait for Song Fengshan to finish.
"Walk!"
Chen Ping'an had already put his fingers together and gently touched the scabbard, "Remember not to hurt anyone, the noise can be louder."
The sword fairy unsheathes.
Around the landscape pavilion, straight into the sky, the golden thread hangs in the sky.
Caused by the sword energy, thunder shook, and the sea of clouds above the sword energy villa shattered.
Occasionally, the golden line will quickly approach the mountain master, only to continue to rise into the sky soon.
After a while, Chen Ping'an looked up and said with a smile: "I'm back."
The long sword, which was like a dragon turning over clouds and rain, fell to the ground quickly and returned to its sheath as if commanded by an immortal.
Song Fengshan was speechless.
Knowing that Chen Ping'an's martial arts skills must be very scary, otherwise he wouldn't be able to defeat Su Lang, but Song Fengshan really didn't expect that he could scare people to death.
Chen Pingan flipped his wrist and handed over a pot of Wuwei wine. He suppressed a smile and said, "After drinking Zhuangzi's good wine, drink mine too. I am not an old man. I lie to people that drinking alcohol can relieve spicy food. This wine can really help."
Sober up the hangover with wine.”
Song Fengshan opened the mud seal and smelled it, "Authentic fairy wine, this is the best wine."
Chen Pingan shook his head, "This kind of wine is just delicious. I never think about it. I drink it when I can. If I don't have it, I don't think about it. But Brother Song, I have been thinking about the wine from Jianshui Villa for many years."
Song Fengshan brought up the wine pot, Chen Pingan brought up the sword gourd, and said in unison: "Take one!"
Song Fengshan drank half of the bottle of wine and stopped drinking. Chen Pingan stood up and said he wanted to go to the waterfall to have a look.
Song Fengshan had no companions.
Leaving the Shanshui Pavilion together, Song Fengshan walked back with another pot of Wutiao wine in his hand, which was said to be from Shujian Lake. He handed the pot to the old housekeeper Grandpa Chu who came and went, saying that it was a gift from Chen Ping'an and returned it.
We need to talk later, drink it before giving it away, and don’t keep it. The old steward, who had a good relationship with Chen Ping’an back then, smiled broadly and took the wine flask. As long as it was the wine given by the young man back then, he accepted both good and bad wine.
You're welcome. The old housekeeper said that the Green Bamboo Sword Immortal had left. Before leaving, Su Lang bowed to the gate of the villa with his sword and made a big salute.
Liu Qian met Song Fengshan and the old steward halfway, called Grandpa Chu, and the old man left with a smile.
Not long after the couple took a walk, Song Yushao came over.
Seeing his grandfather, Song Fengshan smiled and said, "Grandpa, don't worry, I won't talk too much."
Song Yushao then patted his grandson on the shoulder and continued to move forward towards the landscape pavilion which was still some distance away from the waterfall. After sitting down, he began to reminisce about the past. It is easy for elderly people to do this and sleep late.
When getting up early, young people always don't understand. In fact, when an old man thinks about it, it's all those old stories and stories. Young people often don't like to hear them, so the old man has to think about them by himself.
Chen Ping'an was in the waterside pavilion and interrupted the waterfall with one punch. When he saw those words, he smiled knowingly.
Turning around and looking around, he quickly left the waterfall and came to the outside of the small pavilion.
Song Yushao had already walked out of the pavilion, "Let's go eat hot pot."
Chen Ping'an was a little shocked, "This early in the morning, the restaurants are not even open."
Song Yushao smiled and said: "No matter how worthless the title of Sword Master of Shushui Country is, it's still okay to have a hot pot at home. Besides, it's you who treat me, and it's not like I won't pay. Afterwards, the shopkeeper will feel guilty."
When you scold someone, you are also scolded."
The two of them didn't fly away like birds like before. They took it as a walk. It was Song Yushao's idea.
Halfway through, Butler Chu caught up with the two of them and brought the bamboo hat that Chen Pingan had left in the house.
Chen Ping'an asked: "Driving people away?"
Song Yushao smiled and said: "If you leave early, you can come earlier next time. You can't understand this? Doesn't it sound like a bastard?"
Chen Pingan was speechless.
When we arrived at the small town, there was no smoke yet, only a few crowing of chickens and barking of dogs, making it seem even quieter.
Song Yushao knocked hard on the door of the restaurant, no longer
It was the old shopkeeper that Chen Pingan was familiar with back then, but a sleepy middle-aged man. He just saw the old swordsman Song and said with a smile: "Old boss, what is this?"
Song Yushao pointed at the swordsman wearing a bamboo hat next to him and said, "This guy said he wanted to eat hot pot. Please come to a table if you please."
There was no complaint on the man's face or in his heart. The friendship between the restaurant and Zhuangzi was passed down from his father's generation. Although his father has passed away now and it is said that Zhuangzi has to move, the man still thinks of Zhuangzi and the old owner.
, then smiled and said: "Okay, I'll prepare it for the old owner. It just so happens that the second floor is clean at the moment, and there are no other guests."
Song Yushao took Chen Ping'an to sit by the window on the second floor as usual.
The restaurant here is familiar with the taste of the old swordsman of Song Dynasty, whether it is the bottom of the pot or the meat and vegetables, they are familiar with it and can choose the best.
Soon the table was filled with dishes of all sizes, and the hot pot began to steam.
Song Yushao ordered two jugs of wine from the restaurant, one for each person, and said to Chen Ping'an, "Let's make a point today, drink less and eat more vegetables."
Chen Pingan nodded, and Song Yushao glanced across the table at the bowl and plate of condiments prepared by Chen Pingan. It was quite bright red, and it only had half a bowl of chopped peppers. Yes, Gua Wa'er was very good.
Chen Ping'an was more open-minded than yesterday and talked more about things in the mountains.
Among them is the trip to Misty Mountain in Caiyi Country.
Song Yushao drank very sparingly today, mostly sipping wine. After listening to Chen Ping'an's demolition of the Ancestral Master Hall on the other side of Misty Mountain, he smiled and nodded, "In this way, the Ancestral Master Hall has really lost its incest, and the father and son are no longer together."
From now on, they will turn against each other. Even if they don't fall out for a while, they may still complain about their problems. They will smile afterwards and pretend that the father is kind and the son is filial. However, Lu Yundai and Lu Tingjiao actually know it well. No matter how hard it is for father and son,
Now that we are of the same mind, this move of yours is more effective than actually demolishing someone else’s ancestral hall. Gua Wa’er, that’s okay. You don’t kill people, just kill people’s hearts. Who did you learn this from?”
Chen Ping'an also took a sip of wine and said, "I learned a little from the mountains and a little from the rivers and lakes."
Chen Ping'an talked about the fisherman Mr. Wu Shuowen, the young man Zhao Shuxia and the young girl Zhao Luan again. He smiled and said that he had mentioned Jianshui Villa to them and might come to visit them in the future. He also hoped that the Villa would not disgrace him.
, must be well entertained, lest the master and the disciples think that Chen Pingan is bragging and not drafting. In fact, he is a shitty friend of the Sword Master of Shushui Country. They are just a nodding acquaintance. He likes to brag and blame himself.
Isn’t it a gold medal on your face?
Song Yushao laughed loudly, helped him boil a piece of beef tripe, and put it on Chen Ping'an's plate.
I ate all the hot pot side dishes and drank a bottle of wine.
Song Yushao once again sent Chen Ping'an outside the town, but this time Chen Ping'an had improved his drinking capacity and could eat spicy food. He was no longer as embarrassed as before, which made the old man a little disappointed.
Chen Ping'an wore a bamboo hat, stood still and clasped his fists, saying: "Senior, let's go."
Song Yushao nodded, and finally said, "You're not handsome either. What can the hat cover?"
Chen Ping'an held up his bamboo hat and said seriously: "You can't say for sure. What a man looks like depends on the woman."
Song Yushao laughed and scolded: "It's just a hammer, not a rafter!"
Chen Pingan turned around and left with a smile.
Song Yushao waited until Chen Pingan had gone far away, then turned around and returned to the villa along the deserted street.
The old man walked alone through the archway that Su Lang had passed by, intending to ask him for a sword.
There were some things that Chen Pingan wanted to ask but couldn't, so the boy leaned back and forth on the dining table and said some seemingly off-topic remarks, such as his scenery in Misty Mountain.
Song Yushao's swordsmanship is not very good, but he has been wandering the world in vain for so many years. Does he know Chen Ping'an's nature? Does he know that such words that are more or less showy are definitely not what Chen Ping'an usually says? In order to
What, just to reassure this old guy like him, he told Song Yushao that if something really happened, if Chen Pingan really asked, he would just say it out loud and don't hold it in his heart. But from the beginning to the end, Song Yushao
Shaoya clearly told Chen Pingan with his words and deeds that he had nothing to worry about and everything was fine. It was you who thought too much.
Song Yushao clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky.
The sun is high and the sky is clear and cloudless. It is a good weather today.
I hope that boy will be like this every day in the future.
At noon that day, it was already the third day since Chen Ping'an left the villa.
A hot-tempered girl with almond eyes came to Jianshui Villa, wearing a pair of embroidered shoes.
When they met Liu Qian and Song Fengshan, when they heard that Chen Ping'an had left, they immediately complained, saying that the couple was not kind and they didn't know how many days they could help keep them.
Liu Qian felt a little strange and asked her if something happened on the top of the mountain and wanted Chen Ping'an to help solve it? Then Liu Qian said sternly: "As long as you Wei Wei opens your mouth, our sword
Water Villa can help, but Villa will never let Chen Pingan take action."
Wei Wei looked strange, "This Great Sword Immortal, didn't he tell you anything about the ancient temple?"
Liu Qian said doubtfully: "I told you, you still dare to go back to your old business. You suffered at the hands of our grandfather back then, but you still don't have a long memory, and you went to the ancient temple to abduct men's yang energy. Why, in fact, you met.
Finally, what else is there to hide?"
Wei Wei chuckled and said, "There's no hidden secret, it's just that he has a crush on me and is too embarrassed to say it. I'm actually a little tempted, so I just wanted to ask Mr. Song to help with the matchmaking..."
The corner of Song Fengshan's mouth curled up, what a bastard talk, what a liar. No one here knows what Wei Wei really likes. Besides, with Chen Ping'an's temper and his current cultivation level, he didn't kill demons directly with a sword at that time.
It's you, Wei Wei, who has a great destiny.
Liu Qian smiled and directly exposed Wei Wei: "Okay, stop telling such life-threatening jokes. If our grandfather or Chen Pingan hears it, you will suffer!"
Liu Qian glanced at the relaxed couple, frowned and asked: "Could it be that Su Lang was careless while walking and died on the way, instead of causing trouble for your villa? Otherwise, you would still be laughing? Could it be that?
Shouldn't you wash your face with tears every day? You, Liu Qian, wiped your tears for Song Fengshan, and Song Fengshan shouted to the lady, don't cry, don't cry, and went back to wipe your face..."
Song Fengshan couldn't stand the teasing of the female ghost from Shushui Country, so he found an excuse to get up and leave.
Liu Qian then told Wei Wei in general about Su Lang's repulsion and the subsequent visit to ask for an audience.
In fact, she has been diligently taking care of the affairs of Jianshui Villa these years, so she knows what to say and what not to say.
Otherwise, the grandfather and grandson would not be so confident about her running the household.
Wei Wei exclaimed, not surprised at all. Seeing Liu Qian's thoughtful gaze, Wei Wei exclaimed and held his heart in his hands, "It turns out that Mr. Chen is already such a superb swordsman. He is such a scholar."
Don't treat me with admiration for three days. It scared me to death. I behaved like a good boy. If I had known that we were at the ancient temple, I should have recommended myself to the mat. Even if I didn't like the man, I would have walked over as soon as I closed my eyes."
Liu Qian threw a handful of melon seeds over and said, "Stop talking shamelessly and obscenely!"
Wei Wei suddenly said: "I should have arrived yesterday. Alas, we ghosts can barely travel far away in the wind. We are really not as fast as a sword fairy wielding a sword. Forget it, let's not mention this. I have been practicing hard for hundreds of years.
, not as good as a man who spent less than ten years traveling around the mountains and rivers, sad thing. Qian'er, the reason why I came to you a day late is that I went to the city to plan a major event involving the fundamentals of the road. Details
Yes, I won’t tell you. Anyway, you will know sooner or later. But during this process, I discovered the figure of Hengdao Villa. That little woman Wang Coral is really arrogant now. A few miles away,
I can smell the rouge smell on her body."
"It should be that as soon as Su Lang suffered a loss here, Han Yuanshan sent a flying sword to summon the spy who was left in the town, so Hengdao Villa took action immediately."
Wei Wei rubbed his heart with one hand, pretending to be resentful, "You have to make preparations early. If my lover Chen Ping'an is still in the villa, it doesn't matter, but now... this heartless man has run away, in case Han Yuanshan comes too.
When the time comes, I won’t be partial to you. At most, we won’t help each other. Sisterhood is sisterhood. If Han Yuan Shanzhen wants to deal with you, I will have to cry secretly."
In fact, Wei Wei was very curious as to why Han Yuanshan was so unkind, disregarding the general situation, insisting on having trouble with Jianshui Villa, forcing Song Yushao to move out of the Villa, and building a mountain temple here. Chen Ping'an was the one who picked him to death with a sword.
As a mountain monster, she has been dreaming about the big dream since spring and autumn, thinking about being able to reach the sky in one step, move her position, and become the new mountain god here in Jianshui Villa. As for the big thing she didn't mention, of course she was planning to take the place of that beast.
Wei Wei has been secretly competing with Liu Qian for the Mountain God Seat. Many sisters in the world are like this. They want to live together well. Whoever has a better life has to compare. There is no ambiguity. Wei Wei and Liu Qian once
They are all one of the four evil spirits of Shushui Kingdom. You, Liu Qian, as a mountain spirit, have become the young lady of Jianshui Villa. Why can't I, Wei Wei, be a mountain god and be a head above you?
Regarding the transaction between Jianshui Villa and Han Yuanshan, it was very secretive, and Liu Qian would naturally not say anything to Wei Wei.
Words that pierce the heart, apart from being able to say as little as possible, it also depends on the person.
Otherwise, after taking it out, you will be so heartbroken that you will never be able to put it back.
Liu Qian thought about it, carefully crafted her words, and said slowly: "It shouldn't be a bad thing. It was probably Chen Ping'an's action that made Han Yuan Shan feel jealous. With his cautiousness, he probably wouldn't come in person and would just let him support him.
The puppet king who got up resolutely came to the villa to make some maneuvers so that the three parties would not become too tense."
Wei Wei thought about it, that was probably the case.
On that battlefield, an old man and a young man faced thousands of troops.
There was a swordsman in a blue shirt wearing a bamboo hat. When he left the town, he did not immediately go to the Dilong Mountain Xianjia Ferry. Instead, he asked a nearby mountain god who was about to be "promoted", and then he finally understood something about Song Yu.
Burning is something that neither Song Fengshan nor Liu Qian want to say.
Why did Song Yushao lose the energy of being a master of swordsmanship and a pure martial artist?
This is a secret matter that few people in Jianshui Villa know about.
It was only because this mountain god, who had high hopes from the court of Shushui Kingdom, that he controlled the Qi of a place and used his natal magical power at that time, that he could know.
No matter how serious the matter is, no one died.
Are things small? Are they small?
Not small.
Once upon a time, a warrior from China came all the way to Jianshui Villa and asked Song Yushao for a bamboo scabbard.
At first, I said I would buy it with a lot of fairy money.
Song Yushao refused.
The reason is simple: the scabbard is to be given to a friend and is not for sale.
Then that foreigner, whose martial arts level was unimaginably high, told Song Yushao to consider it for three days. After three days, he would not buy it.
When leaving, the man glanced at Song Fengshan and Liu Qian. They were full of sneers from people on the top of the mountain looking at ants, and exchanged words with Song Yushao. Two lives were still considered a purchase.
Song Yushao was silent for three days.
Song Fengshan and Liu Qian made up their minds and actually persuaded their grandfather that if they don't sell it, they won't sell it!
But on Song Yushao's last day, he handed over the bamboo scabbard and confiscated the fairy money.
after that.
The old man is really old.
But the old man was with his grandson and granddaughter-in-law, and took the initiative to have a drink with the two juniors. He even toasted his granddaughter-in-law Liu Qian with a glass of wine, saying that his grandson could find a wife like you in this life because it is our old Song family.
The ancestor had accumulated good deeds. He was the grandfather in the past. I felt sorry for her and underestimated her. Liu Qian drank the glass of wine with tears in her eyes. Finally, the old man comforted the two juniors and said that it was okay. It was really okay. He asked them not to take it.
Keep it in mind, it's just a bamboo scabbard. Anyway, I have never mentioned this matter to that boy Chen Pingan, just pretend that nothing happened.
At this moment.
A mighty motorcade drove slowly towards the swordsman in blue shirt.
Chen Pingan put away his thoughts. After meeting the local mountain god at that time, he asked the mountain god not to go to the villa to mention that they had met.
Naturally, the mountain god did not dare, but the mountain god of Shushui Kingdom still felt honored to be able to sit on the top of the mountain with the young swordsman and drink together.
The reason why Chen Ping'an didn't leave immediately or return to Jianshui Villa was because he felt unhappy and didn't know what to do.
I just kept wandering here, thinking about things alone.