"Is that the trick that killed Mrs. Zhuang's husband?" Jiang Yun asked. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"That's right! The Ten Thousand Swords Sect's swordsmanship is outstanding, and in addition to the 'One Ray of Sky', there are many powerful tricks! ”

"That's right! Master, how can you also know the magic trick of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect? Jiang Yun couldn't help but ask, but he had never seen Zhuo Lingyun use a sword.

Zhuo Lingyun suddenly laughed proudly and said: "If I want to learn a martial art, it is not extremely simple, there is no martial art in the world that I can't learn, and there is nothing I can't get!" ”

"So, Master, you learned it secretly?"

"Phew, what to steal or not, I am upright and have won his Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Zhenzong skills." Zhuo Lingyun's face was full of pride, "More than thirty years ago, I heard that the sword technique of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was unparalleled in the world, so I went to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect alone to challenge the then Ten Thousand Swords Sect Master Xiao Sanqian!" ”

"Master, how do I feel that you are bluffing me, how can someone with a name of three thousand? Could it be that the descendants of the Xiao family are all called numbers, 'Xiao one hundred', 'Xiao two hundred'? Jiang Yun began to interrupt again.

Zhuo Lingyun was used to Jiang Yun asking questions like this, and he was no longer angry: "It's not that his name is Three Thousand, it's just that he created another move in the Ten Thousand Swords Sword Sword left by Xiao Fang called 'Three Thousand Slashes', and it is said that this move is still inspired by the Shadow Sect's 'Shadow Fist', and it was at that time that the Shadow Sect and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect became friends." It was precisely because of this "Three Thousand Slashes" that made his Ten Thousand Swords Sect famous, and all outsiders called him 'Xiao Sanqian', and over time he forgot his real name. ”

Jiang Yun nodded, "So that's the case!" "The Shadow Fist of the Shadow Sect has heard what the abbot said, although the abbot said it so powerfully, I haven't seen it after all.

Zhuo Lingyun said again: "I made a bet with Xiao Sanqian, if I win, he will give me the skill of Zhenzong, and if I lose, I will give him my Ling Feng palm, I was on the list of rivers and lakes with the prestige of Ling Feng Palm Thief Saint, how could he not be willing!" ”

"So just like that, you got the 'First Ray of Heaven' of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"

Zhuo Lingyun suddenly turned his head to look out of the car window, and recalled the woman who could melt the ice and snow all over the ground when she laughed, and said with a wry smile: "If it was really that simple, she wouldn't ...... Not to mention, you just need to remember that the swordsmanship of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect seems to be calm, but taking people's lives is inadvertent. I'll tell you how to deal with them another day. As soon as Zhuo Lingyun talked about "her", he would fall silent.

Jiang Yun silently looked at Zhuo Lingyun, whose expression was gloomy, and he learned that "she" was the former eldest lady of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect - Xiao Zimeng. I couldn't help but speculate in my heart: "It seems that Master must have happened to Xiao Zimeng in that competition, but if Master is forced to do so, he will definitely not say anything about this matter, which is nerve-wracking, how can Master say it himself?" Just as Jiang Yun was thinking, Zhuo Lingyun had already closed his eyes, not knowing whether to recall the sadness of the past or take a nap when he was tired. Looking at the old man's sunken eyes, his face covered with traces left by the years, Jiang Yun didn't bother the master after all, "As Mrs. Zhuang said, the past is over, and there is nothing to be gained in the pursuit of it except pain and sorrow, so let him rot in the old man's heart forever." I only have one relative, Master, as long as you are safe and sound, whether it is the sorrow or hatred of the past, let him pass. The wind outside the window blew into Jiang Yun's neck through the gap, and Jiang Yun gently pulled the window tightly. The probe went over and suddenly saw a good orchard in the distance, Jiang Yun hurriedly called: "Master, look ......" Zhuo Lingyun's cloudy old eyes opened, and he was really startled. The orchard in the distance is full of flowers, and it is not anyone's garden, from a distance, I can only see red flowers, white flowers and yellow flowers blooming all over the mountain, looking at this beautiful scenery Jiang Yun can't help but think of a word "Garden of Eden"! It's just a pity that I can't come to that amazing place in person.

The old man gently tapped Jiang Yun's head, Jiang Yun didn't feel any pain, but he felt like he had touched his head. The old man said, "That's nothing unusual...... But you kid is really not ashamed, he is so big and loves to look at flowers...... but his own eyes have never left!

Hua Manxian was originally reluctant to accompany Xiao Zilin, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and the Shadow Sect had too many things to prepare, when Long Aotian said that he would hold a martial arts conference to unite the forces of the rivers and lakes, he immediately agreed, this is undoubtedly a good thing, but he never expected Long Aotian to set the location of the martial arts conference in the Ten Thousand Swords Villa, which made Hua Manxian busy for a while. But just yesterday, Xiao Zilin had to accompany herself to meet someone, of course Hua Manxian knew who it was, her deceased sister. In previous years, she always had to accompany her by herself, but it felt redundant to go by herself. Although she tried every means to shirk this year, Xiao Lin still didn't agree, and the eldest lady's temperament gave Hua Manxian a headache. Go and go! It's no stranger to come to this small town called "Fufang" again, the town is only a street, and there are only a few small shops on the street.

"Girl, you're here!" An old man on the corner of the street greeted Xiao Zilin like an acquaintance, but he didn't dare to slack off on this old man who came every year, the old man put down the paper flowers in his hand that had not been completed, and she said: "Miss Xiao, is this year the same as in previous years?" ”

Xiao Zilin nodded and said, "Prepare more incense sticks for me this year!" Not long ago, Xiao Zilin saw the man who "killed" his sister, and he was so old that he almost couldn't recognize it. But he is still like this, with a proud face, and the pride is annoying, if he was willing to talk to his father back then, there would not be such a tragedy.

The old man had already put the prepared things in the basket, stood up and staggered to the corner of the shop, he bent down to pick up the incense from the corner cabinet, but his two thin legs trembled and could not bend. He finally picked it up, and with one free hand he picked up the incense, and loosened the strap that trapped the incense, and wanted to divide it in half and put it in the basket, but after thinking about it, he tied up the incense and put it all in the basket. He lifted the basket with one hand and hammered his back that was about to fall apart with the other, and handed the basket to Xiao Zilin with a reluctant smile, and the pair of blowing teeth were exposed: "Miss Xiao, you ......" The old man seemed to want to say something but did not continue to say and changed his words: "As in previous years, you can give a little bit!" "It's not easy to maintain this small shop. Although there are many people who come and go in the business of the dead, the old man has always been like this. "Suffer in life and die with a pillar of incense!" A person's life is inherently full of hardships, at least after death, he should receive the incense of the pillar. Xiao Zilin paid the bill, bowed lightly like an old man to express his gratitude, then took the basket out of the small shop and walked out of the town with the man waiting at the door.

Although there are few people in this town, no one will care about the coming and going of this man and woman, people are still sitting on their own business, living their own lives, the old man in this small shop on the corner of the street that does not even have a name sat down again and began to make the unfinished paper flowers, this small shop really does not need a name, people only need to look at it to know, if they don't need to see it, they don't want to see it. The old man silently did his job in such a corner.

The old man rubbed his eyes, a little sour, "It's better to see more scenery when you're old, it's not a good thing to look at some yellow paper every day!" He complained helplessly, picked up the paper flower he had just cut in his hand, took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, "It's a little uneven...", shook his head and threw it into the garbage heap on the side. Just as he wanted to stand up and stretch, a young man appeared at the door, and he didn't say a word, but knocked lightly on the half-open yellowed door of the store.

The old man stood up helplessly and complained: "What could have been solved in one trip has to be troublesome twice!" So saying, he took a basket from the corner, and in the basket there were a number of things. The old man put the basket on the counter at the door with difficulty, but after this time, he was tired and panting, and hurriedly pulled the chair next to him to sit down and rest, "She just arrived!" The man nodded, didn't say anything, just took the basket and turned to leave.

The old man suddenly said, "Is it appropriate to go to the mountains to drink in broad daylight?" ”

Xiao Lang looked back at the old man, and after a while, he pushed open the half-open door on the side of the old man, came in, sat on the threshold, and said, "Otherwise, how can you recruit it?" Go for the big night? ”

The old man moved his body and said, "I used to advise you to drink less, but I don't want to persuade you more today, let's drink one!" ”

Xiao Lang was a little surprised: "Strange, you drank wine, didn't you say that drinking was wrong?" ”

The old man waved his hand and said, "The old Yang Tou who made wine in the town had braids last winter, and there were a lot of good wines hidden under his house for me, and I was thinking about how to finish it!" ”

Xiao Lang heard the news of the death of the old Yang Tou who made wine, his eyes darkened, he was silent for a while, sighed, took out a wine jar from the basket next to him, and threw it at the old man in the chair, the old man was startled and hurriedly reached out to grab it, the wine jar jumped in his hand and was finally hugged by him, and he wanted to complain about this Xiao Lang, but Xiao Lang spoke first: "Then let's drink one with the old man." After speaking, he also picked up a jar of wine and poured a large gulp into his throat. If you look closely, there are seventeen or eighteen wine jars in the basket, and I really don't know if this is a place to buy wine or a funeral!

The old man smiled, remembering that the young man came over when he first came and asked, "Old man, what are you selling?" ”

"It's all for the dead!"

"I'm going to buy something that the dead like, what do you have?"

The old man saw the first time he bought a dead object and asked what it was, but when he looked at this young man, he didn't look like a joke and said secretly: "I think someone in the family is sad that he has passed away!" But he didn't want the guy in front of him to continue to make trouble and ruin the shop, so he said: "Although the store is used by the dead, it is not necessarily liked by the dead." If you're looking for something they like, the old man won't find it here. ”

The young man flashed displeasure, and suddenly smelled a fragrance and directly broke in, picked up a plate of wine bottles in the corner, and said, "What is it at this time!" ”

"Didn't your adults tell you that? It's wine! "This is a liquor, and the old man doesn't have much to spare here, just this bottle.

"I don't have a family!"

The old man was silent for a while, and with an "oh" sound, he said randomly: "Then let me tell you, wine is a good thing, a good thing to forget your sorrows!" The old man didn't know that he had just said this sentence at the time, and he had been saying the opposite thing to this young man every year after that!

"Really?"

The old man nodded. The young man pulled out the cap of the bottle and sniffed it gently, it was very fragrant, and then he took a sip, and a hot feeling filled his throat: "Old man, you lied to me!" ”

The old man shook his head and said, "You can't forget your sorrow when you drink like this, you have to drink it all in one breath and drink three jars in a row to forget your sorrow." ”

The young man looked like he was about to pour a bottle of wine in front of him. The old man hurriedly snatched the wine bottle, the old man at that time was still neat, he said: "This little wine is not enough for you to drink, if you want to drink it, there is an alley, and there is a brand at the mouth of the alley that 'the aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley'." The old man was afraid that this kid would still find trouble, and hurriedly added: "You and the old Yang Toudao who sold wine were introduced by me, and he kept it for you to drink!" ”

The young man said, "If it doesn't taste good, I'll come back to you later!" ”

The old man looked at the back of the young man leaving and smiled: "Where can you come back!" ”

Sure enough, two hours later, the young man didn't come, but the angry old Yang Tou: "Old Ma, what kind of evil star did you introduce to me?" The old man still remembered the way the old horse rushed into the shop and blew his beard and glared, and said that the young man had several big wine jars for him.

The old man would laugh and say, "Anyway, no one buys the wine you brewed, isn't that right?" ”

Now that the old Yang has braided his head, his day is not far away, this rotten body feels tired holding this jar of wine in the palm of his hand, the old man looked at the young man who was still rumbling and pouring wine in front of him, and smiled bitterly, "Then drink it, a drink to relieve a thousand sorrows, the old man, I should also get drunk!" ”