There is a courtyard in Fenggu Town, which is quite large and grows some vegetables. In the courtyard, a peach-eyed boy and an old man with a broken arm were playing chess.

The two of them started in the morning when the sun first rose, and until now when the sun is about to set, they are not finished. The peach-eyed boy was white, he kept smiling on his face, calm, and turned his head to look at the glow of the sky after every fall.

The old man with a broken arm looked a little anxious, and every time he fell into the child, he shouted that he had made a mistake, and after speaking, he looked at the young man opposite and asked if he could fall again.

Whenever this happens, the young man always smiles and shakes his head, and says, "Master, there are no regrets about the son." ”

The old man could only snort coldly.

However, whenever the boy turned his head to look at the clouds in the sky, the old man would always secretly move the chess pieces.

The old man thought to himself, this is such a reason, but he didn't say anything wrong with moving the chess pieces.

Every time the peach-eyed boy saw this chess piece that had changed position, he had to look at it in his eyes, he had long been accustomed to his master playing tricks like this.

Otherwise, with his own chess strength, this chess can still be played for so long?

In the blink of an eye, the sunset has set, the full moon is slowly rising, and at night, the old man with a broken arm finally threw himself in the towel, and shouted that he was not in a good state today.

At this time, the peach-eyed young man had to yawn and said, "Yes, yes, Master, the main thing is that you didn't practice sword today and your mental state is not good, otherwise, you would have killed me a piece of armor and left me behind." ”

Although it didn't sound right, the old man with the broken arm still didn't dig deeper, and only thought it was the truth that the young man said.

The old man got up and moved a few times, but as the evening breeze hit, the sleeves of his broken arms swayed in the wind empty. Every time the young man saw this broken arm sleeve, he couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he had to change his gaze and still look at these sunsets.

The peach-eyed young man pinched his fingers, as if he was counting the days, he looked at the old man with a broken arm and said, "Master, when are we leaving Fenggu Town?"

The old man frowned and said, "When did I tell you you you were leaving?"

The boy smiled and pointed to the old man's room, who was still puzzled.

The boy continued, "Didn't you pack all the packages?"

The old man was speechless for a while, but he still said stubbornly: "I like to pack up things, and it has nothing to do with leaving, how can you talk nonsense." ”

The peach-eyed boy ignored his master, but walked to the vegetable plot in the yard, touched the vegetables with his hand, and muttered, "It's a pity." ”

With his broken arm hearing excellent, he asked, "What's the pity?"

"It's a pity that these vegetables have been planted for several years, and they are about to leave. The boy looked regretful.

When the old man with a broken arm saw his apprentice's appearance, he whispered, "You kid, why are you thinking so hard?"

"I said I learned it from Master, do you believe it?" the boy laughed.

The old man with the broken arm shook his head at this time, and said coldly: "I'm not as smart as you. But when he finished speaking, his face could no longer hold back, and he laughed with the boy.

This apprentice is smart, isn't it the master's smartness?

"Master, when will I learn to fight?" The young man did not linger in the vegetable field at this time, but patted the dirt with both hands and walked behind the old man with a broken arm.

When the old man with the broken arm heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, but he quickly stopped it, and he said softly: "Xiaofeng, why do you always want to learn to fight?"

The peach-eyed young man narrowed his breathtaking eyes at this time, and said helplessly: "I want to share the burden for the master." ”

"Oh, what's the share?" said the old man, who was interested.

"Not dragging the master's hind legs is the biggest share. The boy muttered quietly.

When the old man with the broken arm heard this, he burst out laughing and yelled at the young man, "Bring some wine to the master!"

The young man did not hesitate at all, and hurriedly went to the room to get a pot of wine, but there was a little dust on the jar.

The old man did not use any cup to hold the wine, but opened the stopper, held the jar high and poured it into his mouth. After he took a few sips, he felt that he was not enjoying drinking alone, so he raised the wine jar to the peach-eyed boy, who waved his hand and said softly: "Master, I am a scholar, and I don't drink." ”

The old man with a broken arm was angry when he heard this, for so many years, the closed disciple next to him didn't stick to a drop of wine, and he had to say that scholars don't drink.

I don't know what's going on today, the old man with a broken arm shot back: "Doesn't it mean that Cao Zijian, the number one on the Taoist list today, is also addicted to alcohol? Yes, it is the Cao poet you are talking about." ”

The boy shook his head slightly and said, "I don't think he's a scholar. ”

When the old man heard this, he paused and stopped drinking, and he looked at the young man with a smile.

Seeing that the master did not speak, the young man had to continue: "It is said that Cao Shiren likes to drink, likes to dance with swords, and likes to ride a white horse and gallop. ”

The old man with the broken arm accosted, "So what?"

But I think that is not the style of a scholar, a reader should be like a scholar, should write a few poems with a pen, should write down a few works, can warn the world, or encourage the world. Either you should take the test to gain fame, and after entering the temple, you should do some practical things for the sake of the people. ”

"Anyway, I think the most important thing for a reader is to lead by example and follow the rules. Don't exceed the rules, the rules are decent, otherwise this person who drinks and dances swords, how can he look like a serious reader?"

The old man with the broken arm smiled: "So, I'm not a scholar either?"

The young man named Qi Feng shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Master is different. ”

"Why am I different?" the old man with a broken arm chased after him.

Qi Feng gestured, drew a circle in the sky, and said softly: "Master, you have always acted in this circle, and you have not made any actions beyond the rules. ”

The old man with the broken arm restrained his smile and asked: "But I can drink, and when I get drunk, I am prone to lose my temper, and I can also dance with a sword, not only with a sword, but also with a curse, it doesn't matter if I scold, the key is that I am still very cruel, and I will whip the corpse if I kill someone." As he spoke, he looked up at the full moon that had just risen.

"I'm not like a scholar at all. The old man shook his head after saying the last sentence.

"I saw Master taking pity on the people on the road, I saw Master swaying his pen and ink on the table, and I bowed my head at the bright moon to see Master thinking about the world. Qi Feng stared at the old man with the broken arm.

"What nonsense. The old man turned his back, not wanting to meet Qi Feng's gaze.

"Master!"

"Huh?"

"I've said so many things to praise you, when did you teach me to fight?"

The old man turned around again at this moment and rewarded his apprentice with a punch, who flew several meters away.

It's a pity that Qi Feng can't see it, and when the old man turned around, there were tears in his eyes.

I don't know why, when the old man with a broken arm just heard Qi Feng say that, he remembered him who was most like a scholar, he didn't like to fight, he didn't like to dance with swords, he didn't like to drink, he only liked to read books, he liked to write poems by himself, he had compassion for all beings in his heart, and he thought that the people were living a hard life.

The scholar was his eldest disciple, named Wenli.

However, what the old man with a broken arm didn't know was that the eldest disciple named Wen Li had drunk in his house a few months ago, and he had taken out his sword seven hundred and forty-nine times.

He doesn't look like a reader at all.

It took a long time for Qi Feng to stand up reluctantly, he touched his abdomen, and felt a sharp pain, as long as he took a slight breath, this abdomen hurt terribly. He turned his head, not wanting to face his own master.

How can anyone with such a heavy shot from their own master?

The old man with a broken arm saw Qi Feng turn his head, as if he had guessed, he didn't step forward to comfort him, but suddenly sat on the ground, his eyes slightly closed.

Qi Feng didn't stand up at this moment, but lay on the ground, touching his abdomen, while constantly muttering about the old man with a broken arm in his heart.

There are no vicious and cruel words, but a few rude words and the like have not stopped.

Finally, when the two pillars of incense passed, the old man opened his eyes and said loudly to Qi Feng not far away: "You can't stand such an ordinary martial artist's punch, how can I teach you to fight?"

Qi Feng still didn't turn his head, but lay on the ground and didn't pay attention to the old man.

"Believe it or not, it was just the strength of a sixth-layer realm martial artist just now. The old man seemed a little helpless.

"Report the third floor?" the boy obviously didn't understand.

The old man propped up his body with his hands at this time, stood up and walked slowly towards the young man, but the latter obviously had some shadows in his heart, and he moved his body back.

The old man with the broken arm stopped a few steps away from Qi Feng, and he continued: "The realm of the world is roughly divided into four: Reporting Communication, Cultivation Communication, Ghost Communication, and Yitong. And this retribution realm is an introductory realm, almost an adult man with some strength, can reach the realm of the third layer of retribution with one punch. And a soldier who has been cultivating in the army for several years can reach the fourth or fifth level of reporting with one punch. ”

"Then your old man still used the strength of the sixth floor to beat me?" Qi Feng was obviously still a little dissatisfied.

The old man with the broken arm smiled and said, "This report is not for the sixth floor to fight you with all your might, otherwise you would have died." He said and looked at his fist, "It's just that I just happened to enter the sixth layer of Baotong, and I can barely be regarded as a cultivator, so I used the strength of this realm." ”

Qi Feng let out an "oh" nonchalantly.

He pretended to be casual and asked, "Then Master, what do you think I can reach in the future?"

The old man looked at Qi Feng very carefully and shook his head.

Qi Feng's heart was raised, and he hurriedly asked, "Master, what do you mean by shaking your head..."

The old man pursed his lips, as if he was very hesitant, and after a few seconds, he seemed to have made up his mind and said, "You finally understand why I haven't taught you to fight for so many years, right?

Qi Feng's face was a little embarrassed.

"But now, I can't hide it anymore, you can only reach the cultivation realm at most...."The old man seemed to be unable to bear to continue.

After Qi Feng heard the news, his head was a little confused, he didn't have any concept of this realm, he asked softly: "Master, this cultivation realm is.... Is it weak?"

The old man also shook his head and said, "It's not weak, you can protect yourself, as long as you don't meet a disciple of the Great Gate Sect or a master in the palace, you will definitely not be able to die." But... If you don't want to drag the master back, it's useless to teach you to fight. ”

"In your realm, Master's enemies can fight many, many with one hand. ”

After hearing this, Qi Feng looked at the old man with a broken arm blankly and asked, "How many are many, many of them?"

The old man thought for a moment and said, "Anyway, if you bury the pit, you will have to tire you to death." ”

"I forgot that they don't need it, and they might die if they stare at you. ”

Qi Feng shrunk his neck and said in horror: "So... So powerful?"

The old man nodded seriously and said solemnly, "Then are you still learning?"

Qi Feng shook his head and said softly: "I'd better be a reader who can only write poetry." ”

When the old man saw this, he nodded with satisfaction.

His own students are still very easy to deceive, but he himself doesn't have the ability to stare at anyone who dies.

Even the old gods in the sky don't have it, this murderous thing, if you can do it, you will definitely do it.