Shang Dashan said with a smile: "Do you want to say that Jiang Lingfeng died in Jingzhou six years ago, how is he a person on the field, don't forget, this Jiang family also has a son, the youngest son." ”

"Are you talking about the fourth son, Jiang Chang'an? impossible, not at all. The one-armed armor said firmly.

"What's impossible?"

"The youngest fourth son has never seen it, but I heard that this little son has a good temperament, and he reluctantly became a closed disciple with the book saint Zhang Yunzhi, but I heard that he acted debauchedly and achieved nothing. What's more, this end of the fire technique is not a pen end of the effort, it is not just hard training can be achieved, the practitioner needs to have a very high talent for fire control, but also have extremely subtle patience and great perseverance. It's impossible to learn it with Jiang Changan, a hairy boy!"

Shang Dashan asked: "Then in that case, you said that this person is from the Jiang Mansion, and he is not the son of the Jiang family, isn't this a contradiction?"

"Old man......" The one-armed old man was speechless.

Shang Dashan shook his head and said, "You are wrong, and you are very wrong. ”

"Oh, what's wrong with me?"

"First, as a disciple of Zhang Yunzhi, he is not bad, but he is perfect in practicing this inch on the pen end, saying that it is not blue to be blue, but it is enough to form a vein of his own. ”

Shang Dashan said with a smile, on the inscription wall in the east of the city, he had already seen Jiang Changan's handwriting with his own eyes, and there was already everyone's demeanor between the lines.

"Self-contained?" the one-armed old man would be skeptical.

"Second, how can you be sure that Jiang Changan has no talent for fire control?"

"This ......"

It is true that the one-armed armor does not know what kind of height Jiang Changan's talent for controlling fire is, but those preconceived ideas that have heard the rumors determine his opinion of Jiang Changan, so he doesn't know anything about this Jiang Xiaogongzi.

The old man Shang Dashan said: "Third, if Jiang Xiaogongzi did not have great perseverance, would he risk his death to leave Jiangzhou at the age of 14? If Jiang Chang'an did not have great perseverance, he would have been tempered in Cangzhou for three years of life and death? If Jiang Changan did not have great perseverance, would he stand in front of you and me today, in this majestic palace? With such courage, who in the younger generation would dare to stand up and compare with him! Now, do you still say that this Jiang Xiaogongzi is still the drunken little boy who is just superficial?"

Shang Dashan said excitedly and slammed up from his chair, "In order to avenge my brother's revenge and respect the death of my teacher, I did not hesitate to take risks and break into this Longtan tiger's den alone, just for the sake of a truth and justice! Is such a person worthy of being the only disciple of that old boy?!"

The loose flesh on the one-armed armor's face also trembled with excitement, and his hands were clenched, a feeling he hadn't experienced for decades.

One-armed A said: "If you want to say that this kid is really powerful, he actually abducted the princess of a country." ”

Shang Dashan said: "How stupid are you, is there only one princess of one country?"

The one-armed armor was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said: "Hey, this kid ......"

The one-armed armor's eyes suddenly darkened, and he sighed, and the white mist spread in the room, reflecting the eyes on the old cheeks even more cloudy, and said: "If the old boy had half of this kid's peach blossom fortune back then, he wouldn't have ...... ending with her."

Shang Dashan waved his hand and said: "The past has become a cloud of smoke, sometimes there must be in life, and there is no time in life to ask for it, how can that old boy not see through." Water is impermanent, the characters are normal, and everything in the world is never as comfortable as they imagined. ”

The one-armed armor smiled: "Thinking back to the time when you and I first met, let's see who received the most promising disciple, and now it seems that this old boy has won!"

Shang Dashan looked out of the house through the window, and there was a simple beauty in his eyes, and said, "At that time, we gambled on three taels of wine money, right?"

"Not only that, it's the wine money of the peach blossom dew for thirty or thirty years, it's a lot more expensive...... one-armed armor said with a smile, "Now that I think about it, it's about to turn thirty years old, and the old boy should drink the wine buried in the Hunan bamboo forest!"

"Thirty years...... It's fast. Shang Dashan was stunned.

In the past, the three of them worshipped in the bamboo forest, and the three teenagers who had great ambitions and vowed to do a great career were all half buried in the ground.

After a while, the one-armed armor smiled faintly: "If Pang Ershui, this old boy, knows that there is such a disciple under the spring, I am afraid that he will show off to you and me in my dreams in the middle of the night, hahaha......"

"Besides, yesterday the old boy broke into the old man's dream, what did he say to me? Say it's too cold down there, haha, this old boy is also afraid! Hahaha......" Shang Dashan laughed loudly.

The one-armed armor then laughed, and in the palace and palace, at this moment, the two of them laughed desperately.

It's just that the smile is bitter, and the two old men sometimes shoot the case, sometimes fall to the ground, but from time to time they will stretch out their clothes and touch their eyelids twice.

The laughter reached the nearby palace.

A few new little eunuchs who have not been involved in the world for a long time are about to offer their hospitality to their masters, and they want to go to have a drink, but they are slapped twice by the eunuch supervisor, for some reason.

As soon as Shang Dashan returned to the bamboo house, he saw Jiang Changan's figure standing in front of the door from a distance, with a few withered yellow bamboo leaves on his shoulders, and he had been waiting for a long time.

"Little brother seems to know?"

Jiang Changan cried and laughed: "The predecessors didn't know that I was Jiang Changan, and you saw it long before the inscription wall." The younger generation is stupid, I really didn't think of ......"

Shang Dashan smiled and continued: "I really didn't expect that this bamboo forest was the Holy Medicine Garden. ”

Jiang Chang'an was silent, and followed Shang Dashan around the bamboo house and walked to the bamboo forest behind the house.

The fallen leaves covered the ground with a thick layer of dirt, and the feet stepped on it, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

After walking for two or three miles, I saw that the bamboo forest was about to reach the border, and the master of this boundary grew thicker and higher, which was far from the well-organized bamboo forest in front of the bamboo house, but it was enough to see that no one had been here all year round.

Until he made another roundabout, Jiang Changan saw a small pavilion with an elegant and chic shape.

In the middle of the pavilion is a lonely grave, the tomb is wrapped in yellow stone jade like an eggshell, and the top is cleaned spotlessly.

Jiang Chang'an always felt that this tomb seemed to have been seen somewhere, and then he suddenly remembered the tomb of Sun Qiaoqiao next to the inscription wall under the willow tree on the east side of the lake.

But there is not a single word engraved on the tomb stele in front of me, I don't know what it has to do with that Sun Qiaoqiao?

Shang Dashan said: "You must have a lot of things to ask me now." ”

"Yes. ”

"You want to know about your master, and you want to avenge him?"

"Yes. ”

"Then you should die of this heart, no one can avenge him. ”

"Why?" Jiang Changan asked, "There are people who are more difficult to kill than Xia Ji?"

"Yes, and no less. ”

Shang Dashan looked at the bamboo forest that had been unattended for many years, his eyes seemed to sink into memories, and said: "Back then, I The one-armed armor and your master are in the bamboo forest to swear to worship, that is, in this bamboo forest to create the Holy Medicine Garden, Emperor Jing was still a little emperor who did not know the world, this bamboo forest was the little emperor's favorite concubine favorite place to play, asked Pang Ershui which place the old boy wanted as the courtyard of the Holy Medicine Garden, the old boy directly stood up and threatened to ask for this bamboo forest, but the one-armed armor and I were so scared that I didn't dare to breathe, hehe. ”

Jiang Changan also had a smile on the corner of his mouth, the world is the biggest, this is indeed Pang Ershui's style of dealing with the world.

But what moved Jiang Changan was that Shang Dashan's tone was no longer the tone of the old man's vicissitudes, as if he had returned to the high-spirited teenager thirty years ago, frivolous and unscrupulous.

"This is also the most wrong thing that the old boy has done in his life. No, to be precise, the moment he stepped into the palace as a pill pharmacist, he was doomed to be a mistake. Shang Dashan shook his head and said, "One wrong step and one wrong step." ”

"The kid that the old-timers said is even more confused, what happened back then that caused the respected teacher to leave Jingzhou?"

"Thirty years ago, the little emperor brought an Oiran into a green building in Yingzhou and brought him into the palace to seal the concubine. ”

"Yingzhou!" Jiang Changan suddenly remembered that the predecessor of Junyalou was a green building, and there was an Oiran decades ago, who was famous in Jingzhou, and even the young Jinghuang Xia Xin bowed down under his pomegranate skirt.

This legend is occasionally mentioned even today, and it is never thought that it actually happened.