The wine and food were quickly served on the table, and the old man didn't ask Yang Qian to sit down, grabbed a roast chicken that was roasted to a bright oil and started eating. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info didn't care about the oil stains all over his mouth, so he took a sip of wine and swallowed the meat when he choked.

The old man looked like he had been hungry for a few days and nights.

Yang Qian shook his head and sat down on the side. He didn't move his chopsticks, just stared at the old man and gobbled it up.

The old man ate quickly, and the wind swept away, and he ate three or two times on a table of wine and food. He didn't seem to have eaten enough, so he yelled for Xiao Er to serve the table again.

After eating two tables, the old man was satisfied with a full burp, and directly wiped the oil stains on his mouth, face, and hands with his sleeves.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten like this...... old man leaned lazily back on the chair like a well-fed cat, stroking his belly that had been propped up with his greasy hands.

After a while, the old man stood up slowly, as if he was still reminiscing about the delicious taste of Fang Cai, and said: "When you are full of food and drink, this will teach you swordsmanship...... Suddenly, the old man staggered as if he couldn't stand steadily. I didn't see how it moved, and the white light flashed, and a rusty long sword was held in the old man's hand.

"You're optimistic......" The old man's swaying body suddenly moved like a gust of wind, his body was fluttering, and a series of sword shadows continued to fill the entire space. The old man's figure suddenly retracted, and the sword shadow retracted.

Bang!

The four legs are broken.

"This move is called the Afterimage Sword Technique." As soon as the old man's voice fell, the tip of the sword was raised, and a table leg had already been picked up. The long sword waved, the sword shadow flew like a fly, only a few sounds were heard, the sword light converged, and the long table leg of Fang Cai had become a wooden sword.

"This is a carved dragon and a phoenix." The old man threw the wooden sword to Yang Qian, and then said, "You have seen all the swordsmanship of Fang Cai?" ”

Yang Qian smiled slightly, he was extremely smart, his memory was outstanding, he took the wooden sword, his body moved, and a set of afterimage swordsmanship also made him look good, and carving dragons and painting phoenixes was also not untouchable.

The old man watched from the sidelines and nodded in satisfaction. But he did not praise Yang Qian, but said: "There is no form, but no god." Children cannot be taught. After that, the old man actually picked up the wine jar, drank the wine by himself, and no longer watched Yang Qian practice swords.

Yang Qian's long sword was retracted and asked, "How can I have a god?" ”

I don't know if the old man heard Yang Qian's question, and he didn't pay attention to Yang Qian.

"Please also ask your seniors to teach you." Yang Qian already had some respect for the old man. Although he didn't know the origin of the old man, he knew that the old man must not be a mortal. Although the old man was dressed sloppily, Yang Qian found that his eyes were surprisingly bright.

Like a star, like a sharp sword.

The old man poured the last drop of wine into his mouth, smashed his mouth a few times, and said, "Annoying, annoying!" The old man slammed the jar down on the table, stood up, reached into his bosom, and found a torn book that seemed to be a secret book.

The old man threw it casually, threw the broken book into Yang Qian's arms, and said, "Take it yourself to learn." With that, the old man's hand flashed brightly, and the rusty long sword appeared in his hand again.

"This broken sword is also given to you," the old man jumped up, and then grabbed the window, his figure flashed, and only the old man's voice was heard, "Thank you for your money bag......

The old man went very fast, and before Yang Qian could react, the old man had already disappeared. Yang Qian was pondering what the old man's last sentence meant, and reached out to his waist, which was empty......

"When is it ......" Yang Qian was surprised, and couldn't help but shake his head helplessly, angry and funny. Because at some point, the old man actually took his money bag with his hand......

Yang Qian smiled, and then looked at the broken book in his hand. I saw that the book had been yellowed and seemed to have been turned over frequently, because many places had been clearly broken. On the book, there is nothing on the cover, and after opening it, on the first page, there are only two words - Kenshin.

"Kenshin?" Yang Qian was still the first time to hear this term, it was very novel, and he couldn't help but turn a few pages back, only to find that there were a lot of insights and notes in this book, and I thought it should have been left by the old man.

Yang Qian glanced at it curly a few times, and then put the book away. Holding the rusty long sword and looking at it, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart, and said to himself: "This old man is really weird. Give me a book, a sword, and don't forget to take my money bag......"

"Hopefully, goodbye." Yang Qian muttered a word and walked out of the restaurant.

The streets are still full of people. Yang Qian's face was full of smiles.

Not only did I learn two swordsmanship, but I also got a good book.

What's more, I met an interesting old man.

Out of the restaurant, Yang Qian walked straight home. He originally wanted to have a look at the elixir shop, but in his heart he longed to go back as soon as possible and study the book that the old man had given him.

When I got back to my room, it was already noon.

Yang Qian closed the door and threw the rusty sword onto the bed.

"Ouch! It hurts me......" Suddenly an old voice rang out in the room.

"Who?" Yang Qian was startled, his expression was as cold as frost, his eyes swept around the room, but he didn't see half a figure.

Just as the strange voice sounded again, "Stinky boy, throwing me on the bed so hard is going to kill you!" ”

Yang Qian's body was shocked, and his gaze suddenly fell on the rusty long sword. He slowly approached the long sword, stared at the long sword for a long time, and then asked in disbelief, "Yes...... Are you talking? ”

"If it's not me, who else could it be?" The long sword actually moved.

Yang Qian was taken aback, took a step back, and said, "Are you a human or a ghost?" ”

"You're the ghost!" In the long sword, the voice didn't have a good airway.

As soon as the words fell, a blue light floated from the body of the long sword, and an old man in a robe appeared in the air.

The old man is an illusion, but it looks all real. He has gray hair and is emaciated, but he looks very tall. He is like a sword, his waist is straight, and he has the taste of fairy wind bones.

"Who are you?" Yang Qian stared at the old man in surprise. He couldn't have imagined that there was such an old man hidden in this rusty sword that was not good-looking!

"Of course I am." The old man stared at Yang Qian, snorted coldly, and said, "Damn Xiao Chuntang...... actually gave Bi Shuiyuan away casually, let me meet, I have to clean you up! ”

After saying that, the old man glared at Yang Qian, Yang Qian just wanted to ask who Xiao Chuntang was, and what was Bishui Longyuan? The brilliance dissipated, and the old man had returned to the long sword.

In an instant, the long sword also regained its rusty, unsightly appearance.

Strange!

Yang Qian couldn't help but smile bitterly, today's encounter in one day was simply richer and more bizarre than all the encounters in the past so many years.

first met the sloppy old man, and then the sloppy old man taught him swordsmanship, and gave him a broken book and a rusty sword...... Now, in the midst of that long sword, there is a mysterious old man!

"Xiao Chuntang?" Yang Qian silently recited the name, "Could it be that the sloppy old man is called Xiao Chuntang?" ”