Chen Zikun has this beauty in his heart, these two teachers really didn't recognize it in vain, whether they were foreigners or celebrities, they immediately changed their attitude when they heard the names of the two professors, and it seems that they will have to talk to the two teachers in the future.

Since the other party is a famous teacher, Xiong Xiling naturally can't be as casual as the owner of the rickshaw factory, after some discussion, he found that Chen Zikun talked well, but he was faintly reckless, and he had not heard that he was a Peking University student before, so he asked the reason.

Chen Zikun told him frankly, saying that he was just a rickshaw driver, and only because of a coincidence that he worshipped two professors as teachers, Xiong Xiling couldn't help but appreciate this young man even more when he heard it.

"Zikun, in your opinion, how should the dung industry be reformed?" Xiong Xiling said.

"It's very simple, there are no rules, there is no circle, to rectify and reform, we must formulate rules, let the laws and regulations to protect the households, restrain the dung man, if there is a violation, there are laws to follow, or punishment, or ban the management rights of the dung man, in order to ensure Beijing's environmental sanitation." Chen Zikun said in an orderly manner, Xiong Xiling twisted his beard and nodded continuously.

"The rules of the dung industry, do you have a manuscript?" Xiong Xiling asked.

"No, but it's all in my head."

"You might as well write it now and come with me." Xiong Xiling got up and took Chen Zikun to the inner house study.

This is an over-standard hospitality, which stunned the servants, those who can enter Xiong Xiling's study are not mortals, only celebrities like Liang Qichao, Zhang Jian, and Zhu Qichao can dance and write with Xiong Lao, and even characters like Duan Qirui are just for watching tea in the living room.

Xiong Xiling's study is located on the west side of the inner house, quiet and elegant, entering the door is a pungent ink fragrance, there is a Hunan concubine couch by the window, there are bookshelves and Bogu shelves everywhere, rare and exotic treasures abound, and the ancient books of the Song and Ming editions are even more vast.

Entering the door, suddenly a sword hanging on the wall made a clanging sound, Chen Zikun was a little curious, stepped forward to take off the sword, drew the sword out of the sheath, the sword roared, the cold light filled the house, the seven gold stars on the sword body were arranged in the Big Dipper, and the dazzling golden light was emitted under the light, like a cold star in the night sky.

"Good sword!" Chen Zikun casually played a sword flower, and then he realized that his behavior was too abrupt, and quickly apologized: "Old Xiong, I was born late on a whim......"

Looking at Xiong Xiling again, the whole person was already stupid, looking at Chen Zikun blankly, his fingers trembling slightly.

"You, you, you......" Old Prime Minister Xiong's voice was also trembling.

"I'm sorry, I was so rude, I'll put it back for you." Chen Zikun was startled, and quickly inserted the sword back into its scabbard and wanted to hang it on the wall.

"No, no, no, you do what you just did again." Xiong Xiling hurriedly stopped him, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Okay, then I'll be ugly!" Chen Zikun lifted the hem of his robe and tucked it into his belt, and danced with the seven-star sword in his hand, the sword shadow flickered in the study, and the room was full of cold light.

The rise of Chen Zikun's dance, simply jumped into the yard, played the Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship, he has not practiced this set of swordsmanship for a long time, at first a little jerky, but the movements are getting more and more smooth, like the same clouds and flowing water, at this time the sky has risen spring snow, Chen Zikun is dancing in the snow, one person and one sword, it is natural, and the courtyard is full of sword shadows.

Xiong Xiling stood under the corridor, looking embarrassed, old tears, the vigorous heroic posture in the snow reminded him of his high-spirited youth, and couldn't help but chant in a low voice:

The book and sword are affectionate for the family and the country, and the economy is ambitious for the rivers and mountains.

The wind and dust of the horse grinds the bones of the heroes, and the countermeasures are sharpened in the court. Rise and fall talk and laugh.

The blue blood stains the red history, and the heart of Dan illuminates the suburbs.

But if you have to wake up for a hundred years, what a regret is that your life is thirty-three. The name spreads with the spark.

With the completion of this majestic song of mountains and rivers, Chen Zikun's Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship seventy-three roads were also played, and the last move was rejuvenated, and the sword shadows all over the courtyard were all in one.

"Good!" Xiong Xiling high-fived and praised, and Chen Zikun also praised: "Good sword, this sword in hand, like divine help, I have forgotten this set of swordsmanship, but I didn't expect it to be used in one go." ”

Xiong Xiling was stunned and said, "Do you know who the owner of this sword is?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "Isn't it Xiong Gong? ”

"No, the former owner of this seven-star sword is Tan Sitong, one of the six gentlemen of Wuxu."

Chen Zikun was shocked: "But Tan Sitong, who wrote the eternal quatrain of 'I smile to the sky from the horizontal knife, and go to leave the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun'". ”

Xiong Xiling twisted his beard and smiled: "Exactly, this seven-star sword has been with the resurrection for more than ten years, on the day of his heroic righteousness, it is said that this sword once made a loud and sorrowful sound, this sword has spirituality." ”

"I am fortunate to be able to dance with Tan Gong's sword today, fortunately, Tan Gong is in the spirit of the sky, please accept my worship." Chen Zikun raised the seven-star sword high and bowed down in the direction of the vegetable market outside Xuanwu Gate.

Xiong Xiling nodded with satisfaction, and said: "This sword is related to you, the sword is ringing, either in danger, or when you meet the old master, look at the charm of your sword dance, there seems to be the shadow of Tan Gong back then, Zikun, can you tell you about your birthday." ”

Chen Zikun said: "Don't hide it from Xiong Gong, I am an orphan and I don't know my birthday." ”

"Oh, that's right." Xiong Xiling was thoughtful, at this time the snow outside was already falling, the servant brought a copper stove, and said, "Master, Madame asked you what time you will eat?" ”

Xiong Xiling said: "Tell them to eat first, you let the kitchen prepare a few small dishes, and bring a pot of good wine." ”

Then he said to Chen Zikun: "Have a drink, how." ”

With an inquiring tone, in fact, Chen Zikun was not allowed to shirk at all, pulled him into the house, sat down cross-legged on the warm couch, one of the small tables, the charcoal in the small stove next to it beeped and peeled, and outside the window was the spring snow that was blowing and melting.

It didn't take much effort, the maid came over with a food box, and placed four dishes on the small table, two pairs of ivory chopsticks, and a tin wine pot in a pot sleeve with warm water. ”

Chen Zikun said: "If you want snow in the evening, you can drink a cup of nothing." ”

Xiong Xiling was very happy and said, "Why don't we do the wine order." ”

Chen Zikun said: "It's just boxing, I'm good at this, the eight horses and five leaders are good or something." ”

Xiong Xiling shook his head and said: "No, I'm talking about couplets, using poetry and songs as a wine order." ”

Chen Zikun said: "Born in the Kanto Green Forest in his later years, he can't write poems and songs, which disappointed Xiong Lao. ”

Xiong Xiling laughed: "Heroes don't ask where they come from, you are open-minded, it is what the big heroes do, come, let's make two punches, the brothers are good, the four seasons are rich." ”

After a drink, Xiong Xiling talked about the past 21 years ago, he and Tan Sitong are close friends, Tan Sitong implemented the Wuxu Reform Law in Beijing, Xiong Xiling founded the "Hunan Daily" in Hunan, implemented the Restoration, one south and one north, and was a pioneer in opening up the wisdom of the people.

"Later, the old guard in Hunan couldn't tolerate me, and I was about to be summoned to Beijing to help me recover, but I knew that there was a dysentery, which delayed the trip for half a month, and when I recovered, the change had failed, and Fusheng and others were generous and righteous, but I have been living secretly until now, alas." Xiong Xiling still sighed when he talked about the past.

Chen Zikun said: "This is the will of heaven, if it is not delayed due to illness, I am afraid that the name left in history is the Seven Gentlemen of Wuxu, but the country has one more martyr, but one less prime minister." ”

Xiong Xiling was very happy, and personally poured wine for Chen Zikun, shouting the cold and asking for warmth, just like a teacher.

"If there are difficulties that are difficult to overcome, you can come to me, take this, and you can enter the house without having to go through it." Xiong Xiling took off his thumb and handed a jade wrench to Chen Zikun.

"Thank you, Male." Chen Zikun did not refuse, and accepted it happily.

Before I knew it, the bell rang at eight o'clock in the evening, and when the wine was finished, the servant came to convey the message that it was time for the wife to rest.

Chen Zikun got up to say goodbye, Xiong Xiling said: "Patronize and chat, forget about the business, go back and write out the dung industry charter and send it to me, and I will submit it to the Municipal Office." ”

"I wrote it overnight and sent it over tomorrow." Chan said.

"Okay, you go, let the butler send you." Xiong Xiling sent the maid to send Chen Zikun out, walked to the wall by himself, picked up the seven-star sword with both hands, and rubbed it affectionately: "Sword, sword, you tell me, is it really the reincarnation of Brother Fusheng?" ”

The sword lay silently in his hand, not moving.

……

Chen Zikun returned to the car factory, Xue Pingshun had been waiting for him in the gatehouse, and when he came back, he said: "Oh, I'm in a hurry, I thought you let people detain it." ”

Chen Zikun said: "What did Master Xiong detain me for, he left me to drink." ”

Xue Pingshun's face was incredulous: "Da Kunzi, you don't have a fever, right, the former prime minister, let you drink?" ”

"But isn't it, we still play fists, he drinks more than me, authentic aged Yuquan tribute wine, I don't believe you smell it." Chen Zikun said with a serious face, and let out a sip of wine.

Xue Pingshun was suspicious, no longer entangled in this issue, and said: "The young men who were arrested by the patrol police have been put back, and the fine does not have to be paid, the neighbors said, they want to send a plaque to us, now Yu Deshun's turtle grandson is finished, move a stone to hit his own foot, he deserves it, Da Kunzi, you really beat Zhuge Liang, there is you." ”

He was overjoyed, but Chen Zikun just smiled faintly: "It's just a little trick, it's nothing, Uncle Xue, come with me tomorrow and go to Yuji Dung Factory." ”

Xue Pingshun was stunned: "What are you doing there?" ”

"Meet Yu Deshun."