This is a dirty street, the potholed road surface is emitting a bad smell at the moment, all kinds of rice residues, vegetable residues, domestic waste can be seen everywhere, mixed with sewage, making the whole street look a mess, occasionally naughty children run by, sewage splashes, and suddenly there is a sound of angry scolding behind him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On both sides of the street, there are low-rise bungalows, and the paint on the walls has been replaced by a muddy color, which looks like it has been some years old.

There is no doubt - this is a slum street.

In the middle of the street, in a very inconspicuous bungalow, a gray-haired old man slapped his grandson, who was complaining.

The sound of a slap hitting his grandson's head was loud.

The grandson suddenly closed his mouth sensibly, according to the past practice, if he said one more word, then it would not be as simple as a slap.

Helpless shake the picture.

The grandson had to put his eyes on the book in his hand, the pages were already yellowed, and there was a musty smell, and at first glance it was a book that I didn't know where to press and how many years had been made.

I looked at it for a moment.

Sun Tzu closed the book with some anger, and the five words of Qianyuan Fu swordsmanship on the cover came into view.

Frowning, the grandson decided to consult with his grandfather again.

Raising his head and plucking up his courage, the grandson said softly: "Grandpa, I think you respect my wishes, I'm already very annoyed with this, I hate the life of reading and reading every day, I hate the boring life of not going out of the door all day long, not stepping out of the second door, like a yellow flower girl." ”

"Lu Qinglian, the family law is serving. ”

The old man shouted angrily at the moment.

A woman dressed in green walked out of the room behind the old man, her delicate face couldn't help but suffocate, although she was wearing very poor clothes, she couldn't hide his princess-like temperament, giving people a unique temperament between her hands and feet, especially her eyes, like bright stars in the Milky Way, which made people want to immerse themselves in it, exuding a peculiar charm.

As always, the old man stretched out his right hand backwards.

If it was the old days, a sturdy bamboo pole would have fallen into his hands, and he would have unceremoniously whipped this boy who dared to disobey his will.

Surprisingly, nothing was found in his hands.

"Grandpa...... Don't teach Lu Zhiyao a lesson, he has already been beaten too much. ”

Lu Qinglian said softly.

The old man suddenly looked sideways, looked at his granddaughter, and said angrily: "You also want to go against me?"

Lu Qinglian shook her head and said slowly: "I dare to go against you, it's just that it's not the same thing for you to press Lu Zhiyao to beat him this day." ”

"That's it...... I said, I want to practice swords, grandpa, you have to make me read and write, isn't it difficult for a strong man?"

Lu Zhiyao, who had been oppressed for a long time, resisted softly.

The old man's gray eyebrows were raised, and he looked at Lu Zhiyao and said with a smile: "Stinky boy, you are also good at courage now?"

Lu Zhiyao closed the book in his hand, directly sat down the Qianyuan Fu swordsmanship under his buttocks, and put on a posture to have a good theory with the old man.

"Grandpa, this is the city of sin, not the imperial capital, it's useless to study here, and when you go out, you are scolded by those little children who are a few and a half years old and sour scholars...... Do you think these neighbors have seen me in normal eyes? They think I'm a strange thing. ”

Lu Zhiyao's voice had a hint of crying, but he said all the words of resentment that had been pent up for a long time.

The old man's expression changed suddenly.

sat up straight from the recliner and looked at Lu Zhiyao carefully, with a hint of helplessness in his expression.

-- The old man, who had always been accustomed to persuading his grandson with beatings but was not good at words, did not know how to refute his grandson for a while. It's true that this is a sin city, and reading has no effect on fart, not even as good as a fart, everything is inferior only to reading high, what book has its own Yan Ruyu, and there is a golden house in the book...... All of this is just nonsense, even if it is full of economy, it is not comparable to some fists and feet, and it is useless to be a scholar, this sentence is the same truth for thousands of years in the city of sin.

- However, the old man who has been tossed and turned in the rivers and lakes for most of his life really does not want his two grandsons to dance with knives and guns again, even if he is a poor scholar, the door is not out, the second door is not stepped, but it is much better than losing a small life, it is better to die than to live, this is also a reason!

After thinking about it for a while, the old man said softly, "Stinky boy, are you sure you want to learn the sword?"

Lu Zhiyao blushed and hurriedly said, "I must learn the sword." ”

The old man smiled and said, "I'm afraid that no one in this sin city can take a fancy to you, a soft-armed and soft-legged scholar. ”

Lu Zhiyao's expression changed suddenly, and he said, "Who said that I have soft arms and legs...... You ask your sister, I didn't fill the water tank at home that time. ”

Lu Qinglian, who was standing on the side, nodded in agreement.

The old man thought for a moment and said, "But who do you think will take you as an apprentice?"

Lu Zhiyao couldn't help frowning, this is not the imperial capital, and the Lu family is not as prosperous as it used to be, it is really too difficult to find a master, and it is even more impossible to seek a teacher from that daughter, and now it is good to be able to eat a meal of potato roast beef every three or five times.

Lu Qinglian also frowned slightly, and asked himself, he also didn't want his younger brother to deal with that book all day long, and he was angry with a book all over his body, and he looked like he was being bullied.

"Grandpa...... Isn't the Sword Sect in the Sin City? If Lu Zhiyao can become a disciple of the Sword Sect, according to the background of the Sword Sect, it is not bad to think that his younger brother will not be bad. ”

Lu Qinglian suddenly had an idea and said slowly.

The old man couldn't help frowning, "The Sword Sect has fallen to such a point now, and he has to take refuge in the Sin City, what can Lu Zhiyao do when he enters the Sword Sect, if he becomes a disciple of the Sword Sect, he didn't learn much about swordsmanship, but he got a fishy smell, and when the Sword Sect is in trouble, he can't escape." ”

Lu Qinglian shook her head, walked in front of the old man, held his shoulder, and said softly: "Grandpa, you have to think too much about this, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the foundation of the Sword Sect is profound, I heard that this time the Sin City has a new city lord, and the city lord is the sect master of the Sword Sect." ”

The old man's eyes couldn't help but stare at him, "Is this true?"

Lu Qinglian nodded and said, "In the past few days, the city has been crazy, and the matter of the new city lord is true, and now I am a little worried, whether Lu Zhiyao can enter the Sword Sect to study." ”

The old man couldn't help frowning again.

Clam up.

A moment later.

The old man looked at Lu Zhiyao and asked aloud, "Do you really want to learn swords?"

Lu Zhiyao nodded again and again, and said, "I think about it every day when I dream...... If you don't believe me, you can go to my room and see that there is a wooden sword I stole under the table!"

The old man bowed slightly.

Leaned back to the back of the chair and said slowly: "Since you want to learn, then it's not easy for me to be a grandfather, but I want to tell you, if you want to learn, you have to learn to make a name, don't make me a fool, then I'm not welcome." “

Lu Zhiyao hurriedly said, "That's for sure. ”

Lu Qinglian's expression also showed a hint of joy, but she quickly frowned, "Grandpa, can this Lu Zhiyao become a disciple of the Sword Sect?"

The old man nodded and said to Lu Zhiyao: "Take out the book under your ass for me, and I'll give you another chance." ”