"Haha, Snowfall?"

Seeing the soft sword that Yan Murong pulled out of his trouser belt, Old Man Jin was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly.

"Yes, really good, I thought I would never see this sword again in my life - thirty years ago, this sword was named Zhenyanjing, thirty years later, let me see how good it can be in your hands."

"Then you'll be optimistic." Yan Murong let out a loud shout, and the soft sword in his hand was swung out like a long whip.

"Smack!"

The soft sword was like a poisonous snake that pounced on its prey, the sound was like thunder, and it was as fast as lightning, but it was slapped away by Old Man Jin with one hand lightly, and even the force from the sword almost made Yan Murong not hold the sword.

"What did this old man eat to grow up on?" Yan Murong thought depressedly.

"Come, keep attacking." Old Man Jin beckoned to Yan Murong and said. "I don't attack, I only defend, as long as you can force me to use two hands, you win."

“――”

Yan Murong felt as if he was despised, his wrist flicked, his body suddenly accelerated, and the whole person rushed towards Old Man Jin like a bullet out of the chamber, and at the same time, the soft sword in his hand also swung out sword flowers.

"It's pretty good." Old Man Jin nodded unhurriedly, and then his big hand reached forward, and the impermeable soft sword that was danced by Yan Murong froze to a standstill, but Old Man Jin pinched the tip of the sword with two fingers, and looked at Yan Murong with a smile.

"Let it go." Yan Murong shouted, the soft sword in his hand suddenly became like a javelin, quickly drew the sword, and stabbed at Old Man Jin's chest again.

"It's not good to spend, just go straight out?" Old Man Jin teased Yan Murong "in a hurry".

And Yan Murong was stabbing out this sword, and when he saw Old Man Jin reaching out to grab the sword blade again, two silver lights flashed in his left hand.

"Whoosh-"

Two extremely slight sounds of breaking the air sounded, and a smug smile appeared on Yan Murong's face.

"Stinky boy, really cunning."

Old Man Jin held the blade of the soft sword in one hand, but the other hand was slowly spread out, and there were two silver needles in his hand.

"Old man, you lost." Yan Murong withdrew his soft sword, looked at Old Man Jin with a smile and said.

"If you don't cheat, can I lose?" Old Man Jin exclaimed angrily.

"You didn't say you couldn't use other weapons, did you?" Yan Murong said quibly.

"Hmph - if you lose, you lose, old man, I lose."

"The old man is bright—"

"Here, it's yours."

As he spoke, Old Man Jin took out a silver sign and threw it into Yan Murong's hand, saying. "In the future, you will be a member of Longteng."

Without waiting for Yan Murong to speak, there was a knock on the door outside, and then, Lan Hao, who was standing at the door, poked his head in.

"Chief, Elder Yan is here."

"Lao Yan is here?" Old Man Jin's face was happy and he said. "Stop, stop me, send him to my room, and if this old fellow doesn't bring me some good tea today, I won't give him back his grandson - oh, by the way, don't forget to make him tea, the brick tea I brought back from the northeast under my bookcase."

“――”

Yan Murong was speechless for a while, and the black lines on his forehead burst out.

This old man, too, is too stingy, brick tea? Two dollars a piece? ――

"Haha, Lao Yan, your grandson is terrible." Old Man Jin laughed. "Young and promising, dashing, cunning and treacherous, and scheming."

Yan Murong was about to collapse, the first two sentences still sounded like that, why did the more he said it, the more he felt that he was scolding himself? This old man, or the founder of Longteng?

He doubted that this old man's education was not as high as his -- didn't the selection criteria for Chinese civil servants in the past have no requirements for academic qualifications?

After thinking about it, Yan Murong felt that it should be like this, now, if you want to take the civil service exam, you have to have a college diploma or above, and if you put it in ancient times, you can enter the palace and be a civil servant if you cut it.

"He?" Old Man Yan looked at Yan Murong with a doting expression and said with a smile. "My grandson, I know, the sky is not afraid of the earth, just like I was back then."

"Indeed, the sky is not afraid of the earth." Old Man Jin nodded approvingly. "You just fought with me."

"Oh?" Old Man Yan was stunned for a moment and asked with interest. "Who won?"

"Who won?" Old Man Jin's eyes widened. "Lao Yan, what do you ask by this? It's been most of your life, and you still don't know me? Who won? You have so much faith in your grandson? ”

"Haha, can I not understand my grandson?" Old Man Yan laughed. "Even if you win, you will suffer a lot of losses, right?"

"You still know." Old Man Jin said with a depressed face. "That's right, your grandson is very cunning, I let him force me to use two hands, I will lose, he did it."

"I knew you were at a loss." Old Man Yan laughed proudly.

"Okay, Lao Yan, you don't have to hit me a few words." Old Man Jin said. "I ask you, do you think your grandson can do it?"

"Do what?"

"You're pretending to be me, aren't you?" Old Man Jin said dissatisfiedly. "Don't you know what to do?"

"You said that?" Old Man Yan was suddenly silent, and after a while, he spoke. "Isn't it too against heaven to do this?"

"Heavenly Dao? Hum. Old Man Jin snorted coldly. What does the Heavenly Dao calculate? If the heavens dare to stop me, what if I break the heavens? ”

"The whereabouts of the second half of the "Green Capsule Sutra" are just speculation." Old Man Yan reminded. "Whether there is or not is an unknown."

"You don't have to worry about that." Old Man Jin waved his hand and said. "The whereabouts will be investigated by our Long Teng, and when the time comes, your grandson will have to borrow me."

"Are you sure you have to do it?"

"Are you sure, didn't we already say it twenty years ago?"

"yes, we said it twenty years ago." Old Man Yan sighed and said. "I hope that if we don't do this, it won't make China turbulent."

"That's later, and you don't have to think about it that much now." Old Man Jin said. "In that case, this task will be entrusted to your precious grandson."

"Okay." Old Man Yan nodded and said in a deep voice.

"Wait—"

Yan Murong, who had been sitting next to him without making a sound, suddenly stood up, looked at the two old men, and asked inexplicably. "Grandpa, what are you talking about? What gave me the task? I didn't promise to take on any tasks. ”

"Are you sure you won't pick it up?" Old Man Jin asked.

"You don't say what the task is, how can I agree?"

"You really want to know?"

"Of course, if you send me to a village, what will I do?"

"Okay." After glancing at Old Man Yan, Old Man Jin stood up and said. "Go, follow me."