The old gentleman likes to call himself an old master the most, and he wants to be with that day, and his dream is quite big, it is nothing more than an old man of the Yang family. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info will enter his old age, his face is dry and not ruddy, I don't know how many times he has witnessed the alternation of daylight before stacking up a thin wrinkle, and he naturally grows an approachable and amiable face, only those who have talked to him know that this face has nothing to do with his character.

Chen Xibei didn't dare to stare at him directly, he couldn't stand or kneel, a long time ago, the old master made a set of rules, not to let the disciples of the academy treat people with courtesy from the bottom up, and pay attention to etiquette in everything. If you think about it from a long perspective, Chen Xibei is no longer a disciple of Jin Dongliang in recent days, and if you take off this pretence, I don't know whether this ceremony should be performed as a teacher or an elder ceremony.

Fortunately, the stubborn old man didn't make it too difficult today, and nodded that he didn't need to salute, which made Chen Xibei uncomfortable, and it was the first time he had such treatment.

Yang Huai's face was calm, it turned out that there were many fine lines, and how ugly the old face was, he was disdainful, picked up the tea on the table, and lightly brewed it with a tea lid with daisies, and before drinking, he spoke first: "How are you doing lately?" ”

"Very good."

"Three meals a day?"

"Sometimes two meals."

"Can you sleep soundly?"

Chen Xibei frowned, he had personally experienced the taste of sleepless nights a few nights ago, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and shook his head and said, "I couldn't before." ”

"Why couldn't you before?"

The old man's question was boring, Chen Xibei did not get tired of it, and said again: "In the past, I used to meditate and meditate at night and then fall asleep. ”

Yang Huai paused slightly, no longer asked urgently, two mouthfuls of yellow bud tea entrance, there was a lingering fragrance, Chen Xibei pestle on the side of the red beam, quietly observing and observing, in fact, the old and the young all know, what Yang Huai asked just now, and what he answered, naturally it is not the right topic, it may be hindered by seniority, or Chen Xibei's former identity, and the conversation between the two is always covered with a shadow of master and apprentice.

However, this kind of silence could not last, and he thought that the old man had no intention of drinking tea at this moment, and when he silently counted to thirty-two breaths, sure enough, Yang Huai put down the porcelain cup, stared directly at Chen Xibei, and said: "Talk about Zhongli." ”

Chen Xibei was silent, and listened attentively.

Yang Huai's eyes sank slightly, and he made a dead face lying in a coffin, and then said, "How is Zhongli now?" DID YOU KNOW? ”

"I don't know."

The afterglow fell on the porcelain cup and rose in the air with a green mist, and the second index finger of Yang Huai's left hand was pointed on the case in turn with the exhalation, and he continued to speak: "Zhongli has been able to get off the couch and is safe and sound, except that his right hand is not very flexible. ”

The study is dark on all sides, even if you take a sword to poke a few holes in the window, you can't see a single case in the study.

Under the red beam, it doesn't matter if Yang Huai opens his eyes or not, anyway, he can't see Chen Xibei's face clearly, which means that he doesn't need to be too embarrassed, he coughed slightly and asked Chen Xibei: "At the beginning, why did you break the tendons and veins of his right arm?" ”

Once upon a time, the young man raised his head slightly, and suddenly remembered the glimmer of heaven that was still hanging in the corner of the thatched hut facing the wind and rain, and felt that he did not feel like a master, so he came to his senses and said astringently: "Because he holds a sword in his right hand." ”

Yang Huai frowned, seeing that the tea was getting cold, he didn't have the heart to drink it, and he pondered the four words of holding a sword in his right hand, but he couldn't taste any truth, and asked: "You are also holding a sword in your right hand." ”

Chen Xibei was calm and replied, "His sword killed a man. ”

Yes, it turned out to be a story of life for life.

Young always love to do something to help each other on the rivers and lakes, it is estimated that it is to get a good family, there must be Yu Qing, from then on with a heart to smooth the world, he went to the soup to swallow a breath of gas and nowhere to go, everywhere to help the needy, Yang Huai had done these bad things in the year of the dancing spoon, now think about it, feel very gratified, Shen Yin gradually improved a little, and asked: "The person Zhong Li killed, is you tired of friends?" ”

Chen Xibei shook his head and responded truthfully: "No." ”

Yang Huai asked again: "Sacrifice yourself to save others?" “

"Sir said that doing good deeds accumulates virtue." The young man who was in the prime of his cardamom years still did not forget the condescending words that the old man said to himself that year, and now he moved the words in front of the study, more like the old man himself gave himself a slap.

Unexpectedly, Yang Huai not only did not have the idea of scolding, but he laughed, but no, in the past, he also loved to complain about the injustice of the world, yamen, temples, fishing villages, and county towns ran back and forth, in order to get a clear conscience, a peace of mind, suffered a few times, planted a heel, after all, it is to see through the grievances and grievances of the rivers and lakes is not a sword can be settled by one person: "Doing good and accumulating virtue also depends on power, and you don't know the truth that beating a dog depends on the master." The Zhong Mansion has a place in the imperial court, could it not be won by a group of people with just one sentence? ”

"Since Mr. Zhong joined the army, his reputation is like the sky, and he said that no one dares to say a word if he wants to sit in the army, and his unsuccessful grandson is idle and noisy, and everyone is not open and closed? Only if you go to Tiger Mountain, a sword is always a sword, a person is a person after all, and he is no match for thousands of troops and horses. ”

"I went in and out of the rivers and lakes with you in the same mold, and now I sit in this position, not by relying on a sword, not by relying on an impassioned heroic righteousness, this morning I called you over to wake you up, fortunately, you are better than I thought, and it is in vain to talk more."

Chen Xibei's face did not change, as if nothing happened, but made one request: "When I go down the mountain, I want to return to the first line of heaven." ”

Yang Huai was silent, Quan Dang acquiesced, waved his hand to signal him to leave, stared at the thin back of the young man, and couldn't help adding: "The first line is born rusty, remember to grind more." ”

I'm afraid it's the last side, the two don't talk about the past, there is always a cup of tea on the case, there are never more bowls, a few words of gossip, but a lot of heartfelt voices, Yang Huai saw him go away, and sighed, "This way, it's actually very good." ”

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It is not a road to go up and down the mountain, the rockery with the lake is the upper road, and a thatched hut on the mountain peak is the lower road.

Chen Xibei waved the fence with one hand, pushed the door in, tied up the burden at will, and deliberately looked around the thatched house before leaving, and then picked up the tooth-white saber that called the first line of heaven without regrets, and went towards the sheep intestine path, the path is narrow because there are grass houses built around, usually the disciples sleep place, and it is usually extremely quiet, only the sound of running water is quite dry.

Really delicate and slender, in fact, more disciples love this old land, one is cordial and the other is true, a stone and a tree are not subject to the aura of habitual maintenance, how to grow how to grow, winter and spring are born a picture is the so-called world of all kinds of states, although there is less aura, it is not as good as the wild trees on the road to be full of vitality, after all, with more than ten years, how to say the cordial taste can not taste, want to go is not reluctant.

The mountain road is not long, a few cuts shorter than the upper road, Chen Xibei all the way to the north, it still takes a lot of time, just because a girl came out halfway.

The girl's two eyes are long and long, her face is greasy, she is dressed in a white coat in the winter climate, and she has to let her collarbone be exposed to the cool breeze, her bright eyes are watery, bright and moving, and her bright teeth are smiling and good-looking, and she must be a beauty embryo after many years.

She walked around the mountains twice, not just to wait for a benefactor, when she saw Chen Xibei, she smiled and beckoned happily in two steps, blocked the road, blushed her cheeks and said for a long time: "I have seen a great benefactor." ”

The girl Lang Chen Xibei has met once, Pingshui has met, what is the surname and what is not clear, but she has a sister, died under Zhongli's sword, a month ago in the inn to order a small tea saw her kneeling in the yamen, attracted a lot of people, never bothered. If it weren't for the girl wearing Jindongliang's plain clothes, and the new disciple who joined Jindongliang not long ago, she couldn't cry and pleaded with Chen Xibei to hold a family feud, he would not have broken Zhongli's veins with a sword in the ring.

A small thing that was uneven, and then it ended up fruitful, and his cultivation was completely ruined by the old man of Zhongfu and the two messengers, which was worse than mortals, and he complained and was suffocated in his chest. Now, the anger is gone, and for most of the rest of his life, it is estimated that he will be disliked by others when he goes to the inn to be a famous little erlang.

This time, he was calm, looking like he was not leaving Yang Huai, his five fingers were close to the white of his teeth, he didn't care, and when he took a step, the girl took a step to the left, blocking the way, only to speak, no: "I'm not your benefactor." ”

The girl didn't believe it, how could she still remember Chen Xibei's white but not slippery face, and the sky fell and her face did not change as before, and shouted: "Senior brother is the benefactor." ”

Chen Xibei squinted his eyes and hooked the girl, staring at his daughter's house and answering embarrassedly and lowered his head, and the words on his lips were so funny that he didn't dare to raise his head, and he heard Chen Xibei say: "Not long after the lamp was lit, you haven't entered the lower grade yet, if you practice like this, you will never touch a trace of Zhongli in your life, let alone talk about repaying blood debts." ”

The words were not coarse, the girl pursed her lips, couldn't find a reason to refute, and said lightly: "But the senior brother has already cut off the enemy arm for me." ”

Chen Xibei shook his head and grass hat, and said in his heart that this daughter Lang's temperament was too weak, and replied: "What is the use of one arm?" Zhongli is already able to stay at this moment, the tendons and veins of his right arm have been sewn, you don't want to die, you are left to practice. ”

The girl Nuo Nuo answered, and hurriedly raised her head and asked, "What about you, senior brother?" ”

Chen Xibei didn't speak, his five fingers left the first line of sky, took out the send-off gift given to him by Jiang Nan from his sleeve, picked up a red date between his two fingers and threw it to the girl, the girl didn't know what it meant, and took it like a treasure with a trembling hand, and in the blink of an eye, Chen Xibei was already behind her and walked down the mountain unhurriedly, and when she suddenly turned around, Chen Xibei left a sentence: "I am an ordinary man, I can't relieve your anger for you." ”

(No update tomorrow.) ）

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