"The fourth owner, as soon as the Yang Ye of the Hengshan faction saw the owner's splashed ink brushwork, he said that it contained a set of clever swordsmanship." After Shi Lingwei gave a brief introduction to the two parties, he said this to Dan Qingsheng.

"Do you know how to draw? Will also make a sword? That Dan Qingsheng held an emerald green wine glass in his hand, slanted a pair of drunken eyes, and looked at Zhang Yang very rudely, and then asked.

"There was once a poem '* weaving silk and boasting persimmon leaves, and Qingqi Gu wine took advantage of pear blossoms.' It can be seen that the jade cup should be used to drink pear blossom wine, so it seems that the four owners are really good experts in drinking. Zhang Yang was originally born in liberal arts, and he remembered very clearly the verses in the plot where Zu Qianqiu gave the wine cup in the original book.

"Since you know how to drink, you're really a good friend. Come, come, let's drink three hundred cups of him. Brother Yang, the old man has three good things, one is good wine, the second is good painting, and the third is good sword, known as the three uniques. Among the three uniques, wine is the first, Danqing is the second, and kendo is at the bottom. Now that you know all three, we're really confidant, let's go, come with me for a few drinks! As soon as Dan Qingsheng heard this, his eyes immediately widened, and he suddenly hugged Zhang Yang and said with great joy.

Next, Dan Qingsheng entertained Zhang Yang very warmly, and gave Zhang Yang a taste of various fine liquors that had been stored in the wine cellar for many years. Zhang Yang used many plots that he had seen in the original book, and occasionally quoted some allusions and anecdotes, and even made Dan Qingsheng laugh, and sighed many times that he had been a confidant for many years.

When he drank the wine, Zhang Yang suddenly sighed and said: "Turpan, Xinjiang Province is the hottest place in the world, I heard that Master Xuanzang went to Tianzhu to learn scriptures, and a flame mountain passed by on the way was from Turpan. ”

"Yes, that place in Xinjiang Province is really hot. In the summer, it is still very difficult to soak in a bucket of cold water. When it comes to winter, the temperature is extremely cold, which is really strange. And that's why the grapes produced in that place are unique. Dan Qingsheng echoed and said.

"When the younger generation used to drink this sake, they often chilled it for a certain period of time before taking it out and tasting it. Once this wine is chilled, it has a different taste. It's early summer, and if you can chill this wine, it's really a good wine. Zhang Yang felt in his heart, feeling that this Dan Qingsheng was hospitable, and he also wanted to give back to him, so he wanted to use the cold ice true qi he had just learned to help chill the wine. As for saving me and letting me do it, the two of them actually didn't have a plan when they arrived in Meizhuang, they could only take one step at a time.

But at this moment, Xiang Wentian suddenly interjected and said: "It's a pity, there is no one in this Jiangnan area who practices pure yin kung fu characters such as 'Cold Ice Palm' and 'Yin Wind Claw', otherwise, let people help to use one or two on this wine, and you can drink cold wine." ”

After listening to Xiang Wentian's words, Zhang Yang knew that he must have a deep meaning, so he didn't interrupt him immediately.

"Yes, my second brother will be able to do this kind of kung fu, Brother Yang wait a while, I'll call him to help!" As he spoke, he put down the barrel and ran out in a hurry, although he was forty or fifty years old, he looked like a naughty boy.

"Except for the second black and white son, the four friends of Meizhuang are all people with the most affectionate surname, and they are so warm to me, after the rescue is our line, we must try to save the lives of several people. Otherwise, it really can't be justified. Seeing Dan Qingsheng leave in a hurry, Zhang Yang thought like this.

After a while, Dan Qingsheng pulled an extremely tall and thin old man in black in and introduced the two to each other.

It turned out that this person was the second child of Meizhuang, Hei Baizi, and I saw that this person looked beautiful and dressed as a Confucian student.

It's just that its face is pale, and it seems to be a zombie, which makes people feel a chill in their hearts when they see it. In addition, his hair is extremely black and his skin is extremely white, and it is really black and white.

"Second brother, this time I want you to help no matter what, please show your kung fu to turn water into ice, and show my two good friends." Dan Qingsheng patted his ass and said.

"The small skills of carving insects, what a good thing to worry about, show it to make the big experts laugh. You kid is going to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and you definitely won't just ask me to use this Xuantian Finger, say, why are you looking for me? Hei Baizi said with a pair of strange black and white eyes, but a hint of smugness flashed between his eyebrows.

"Second brother, it's like this, the barrel of grape wine I brewed here is only brought into the wine because of the heat, and there is a slight spicy meaning in it, and I want to use your Xuantian fingers to chill this wine." Dan Qingsheng said.

Xiang Wentian suddenly interjected again: "Once this wine is chilled, the fire in it is removed, and it is matched with the status of the two masters. It's like playing chess, fighting and killing, it is a ninth-rate chess product, but the high-level chess of the first and second grades is a meditation photo. ”

Zhang Yang heard him say this, knowing that he must have ulterior motives.

"You can also play chess?" Sure enough, seeing that Hei Baizi, who originally showed a boring look in his eyes, immediately rolled his eyes, grabbed Xiang Wentian's shoulder, and asked eagerly.

"I like to play chess the most in my life, but unfortunately my chess strength is not high, so I traveled all over the north and south of the river, up and down the Yellow River, looking for chess games. In the past 30 years, I have remembered a lot of famous games from the past and present. For example, the chess game that Wang Zhen saw when he met the immortals in Rotten Keshan, the chess game where Liu Zhongfu met the immortals in Lishan, and the game where Wang Jixin met the fox fairy's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Xiang Wentian had already done his homework, and said eloquently at this moment.

"These chess games are all myths and rumors, where can they really exist?" Hei Baizi rolled his eyes again, let go of his hand with interest, and let go of his shoulder.

"At the beginning of the next year, I thought this was a story made up by good people, but since I saw the game map of Liu Zhongfu and Lishan Xianmu twenty-five years ago, the layout is exquisite, and it is really very human, so I am desperate, I believe it is not a lie." Of course, Xiang Wentian's words were made up, and this vomiting blood spectrum was actually stolen by him from the palace.

"Have you really seen the map of Liu Zhongfu and Lishan Immortal Grandma? I have seen this record in the notes of my predecessors, saying that Liu Zhongfu was a national chess player at that time, but he was defeated by a country woman at the foot of Lishan Mountain, and he vomited blood several liters when he landed. Hei Baizi changed his previous indifferent expression and asked very eagerly.

"Twenty-five years ago, I saw it in an old family house in Chengdu, Sichuan, just because this game was really more thrilling than thrilling, although more than 20 years have passed, all of them are 315, and I still remember it." Of course, Xiang Wentian's words were complete nonsense, he just memorized all the paths in the hematemesis spectrum.

"Three hundred and fifteen in total? Brother, show it to me. Come on, let's go to my chess room and set up a game. Hei Baizi eagerly pulled Xiang Wentian and said.

Next, Dan Qingsheng pulled Hei Baizi and didn't let him go, and Hei Baizi had to use a 'Xuantian Finger' similar to the cold ice true qi to chill the wine.

Zhang Yang saw that he could only use one finger when he condensed into ice, and he was very slow to produce the cold true qi, where could it be compared to the cold ice true qi he cultivated. But he just smiled and didn't say much.

When the four of them drank cold wine, Hei Baizi couldn't wait for people to set up a chess game, and he had to pull Xiang Wentian to play a game of vomiting blood in front of him.

Seeing the fish take the bait, Xiang Wentian set up a chess game unhurriedly, but in his slow motion, Hei Baizi seemed to be exercising vigorously, and it didn't take long to see him sweating profusely. It can be seen that he cares about chaos, and has actually reached the point of becoming obsessed with chess.

Xiang Wentian caught his weakness, and occasionally asked how to play black and white in the next step. Although the black and white chess skills are acceptable, but in the face of the master's chess game, of course, he can't reach the dust, so he can only keep wiping his sweat.

After playing the eighty-sixth move, Xiang Wentian didn't let go of the next chess piece after a long time.

"Brother Tong, this is "Vomiting Blood", you swallow it slowly like this, do you really want my second brother to vomit blood for a while? What's next, let's say it quickly? Dan Qingsheng was also anxious for his brother.

"Brother Tong, if you tell me about this game of chess, I won't listen to you in vain, and I will definitely give you an equal reward. The four of us are in this plum village, there is nothing else, but there are some silver things, you can make a price! Seeing Xiang Wentian's behavior, Hei Baizi must have asked for something, and immediately said eagerly.

"The two owners of the village misunderstood, the two of us came to Meizhuang, and showed this score to the owner of the village, not to need any money, but to make a bet with the four owners." Xiang Wentian said indifferently.

"Make a bet? What to bet on? Hei Baizi asked suspiciously.

"I bet on Meizhuang, no one can beat this Yang brother in swordsmanship." Xiang Wentian pointed at Zhang Yang.

This time, even Dan Qingsheng and Hei Baizi turned their heads to look at Zhang Yang together, and when they saw that he was less than thirty years old at most, Hei Baizi looked indifferent, and his eyes were full of contempt.

"What bet?" Dan Qingsheng also laughed, although he said that he ranked third in swordsmanship, but in the face of a young junior, he would naturally not be timid.

"If we lose, the hematemesis spectrum just now will naturally be given to the second owner, and this picture can be given to the fourth owner." As he spoke, he untied the burden on his back and opened it, and inside were two scrolls. He opened a scroll, which was an extremely old picture, with the inscription "Northern Song Dynasty Fan Zhongli Xishan Travel Map" cross in the upper right corner.

In the picture, a high mountain rises to the sky, the ink rhyme is thick, the momentum is extremely majestic, although it is a picture on paper, it is rare to make people involuntarily feel that the mountain is looking up.

Dan Qingsheng exclaimed, his eyes were firmly fixed on the picture, and he couldn't move it anymore, and after a long time, he said: "This is the true work of Fan Kuan of the Northern Song Dynasty!" ”

"Two owners, how about looking at this calligraphy?" At this time, Xiang Wentian took out a second scroll from the burden behind his back, and slowly opened it, but it was a wild grass with a pen walking dragons and snakes.

"Third brother! Your surname is here! Dan Qingsheng shouted at the top of his throat.

The sound of this call was obviously mixed with internal forces, and it was transmitted far away, and the walls, doors and windows were shaken, and the dust fell on the rafters.

"What's all the fuss about?" A voice came from not far away, followed by a few swishing sounds, and a moment later, the curtain outside the house was lifted, and a person walked in from the outside, short and fat, with a bald and smooth head on the top of his head, and no hair, holding a large pen in his right hand, and his clothes were covered with ink.

The man had looked unimpressed before, but when he approached the scroll, his eyes suddenly widened, and he pointed to the scroll in a trembling voice and said, "This ...... This is the real thing! Be...... Be...... Tang Dynasty Zhang Xu's "Frank Post". ”

"There is a music score adapted from the piano score of "Guangling San", called "Smiling Proud Jianghu", which was created by Liu Zhengfeng and Demon Sect Elder Qu Yang a few years ago, maybe he will like it too...... "Xiang Wentian said with a faint smile.

"Oh? Could it be Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang, who were forced to death by the people of the Songshan faction in the Hengshan faction a few days ago? Listening to what Brother Tong said, these two really died for music, and they deserve to be lovers. Dan Qingsheng praised from the bottom of his heart.

"This Guangling San is a posthumous work left by Ji Kang, a pianist of the Wei and Jin dynasties, and this "Smiling Proud Jianghu" is adapted from Guangling Sanzhong, and it is a posthumous work, if the eldest brother reads it, he will be happy!" Hei Baizi also nodded in agreement.

"Big brother is crazy about music, if you hear that this score is from Guangling San, and it is a legacy of this world, you will definitely see the treasure like us!" Bald Pen Weng never took his eyes off Zhang Xu's calligraphy, but just shook his head and said.

The reason why Xiang Wentian took the lead in taking out the Xiaoao Jianghu was because among the four people in Meizhuang, the boss Huang Zhonggong was the most cautious. He was afraid that after Zhang Yang defeated the three, Huang Zhonggong should not fight, which would break the plan.

"Brother Yang, since this Tong brother said this, then it's up to me, the fourth brother, to throw bricks and lead the way and fight with my brother. It's a very spacious room, so let's try it here. Dan Qingsheng stood up and said with an eager look on his face.

The three of them have never asked about the world, but they are only very fascinated by these skills, and now they see what they are happy about, and they can bear it when they see the joy of hunting.

"Fourth, according to what Brother Tong said just now. As long as one of our Meizhuang can win against this Yang brother, we can win the bet, why don't we ask Ding Jian to come and fight Brother Yang first? Among the three, black and white are the smartest, and when he rolled his eyes, he felt that it was quite inappropriate to let the fourth child shoot directly, so he said.

"Yes, as long as someone in the plum village wins my Feng brother's swordsmanship, even if we lose, it is not necessarily that the four owners of the village will take action personally. This Brother Ding, known as the 'one-word electric sword' in the rivers and lakes, is so fast that the sword moves are rare in the world. Brother Feng, it's also good for you to teach this Brother Ding the one-word electric sword first. Xiang Wentian quietly said the essentials of the other party's swordsmanship, so that Zhang Yang could win calmly later.

"You have to deal with it with all your strength later, this Yang brother can see the swordsmanship from the painting, and he is naturally also a master of swordsmanship, so he must not be underestimated." Dan Qingsheng's words were originally to remind Ding Jian, but in the ears of others, it seemed that Zhang Yang would definitely lose to Ding Jian.

Indeed, this Ding Jian is now forty years old, although he has never fallen in swordsmanship in Meizhuang, and his internal strength has also improved a lot. Zhang Yang looks less than thirty, no matter how high his swordsmanship is.

Hei Baizi and Bald Pen Weng also had disapproving expressions, obviously the two of them didn't pay much attention to publicity.

"The three owners rest assured that Ding is not the kind of person who is arrogant. Yang Ye asked Ding to throw bricks and lead jade, and came to teach the three owners to master the mastery. So as not to hurt the harmony, we can stop it later, and the tricks can't make it old. Ding Jian seemed to be humble when he spoke, but in fact, there was a trace of pride in his eyes.

He used to be a famous swordsman, and if it weren't for the unspeakable secret, he would never have lived in seclusion as a servant in the plum village. Although he has been subservient to others for a long time, the pride in his bones has never dissipated.

"Then Yang will learn Mr. Ding's tricks." Zhang Yang arched his hand and said noncommittally.

Several people came to the courtyard outside, and after the two sides briefly explained some rules, the two stood in the court.

After the two sides confronted each other for a while, Ding Jian took the lead and couldn't bear it, raised his long sword and rushed towards Zhang Yang.

In front of everyone's eyes, a long electric light flashed by, and he had been in retreat in Meizhuang for more than ten years, and his efforts had not been put down at all. Every move of this word electric sword is like lightning in the sky, which makes people feel cowardly at first sight.

At that time, Ding Jian was defeated by a blind lone thief, just because the opponent was blind and listened to the sound and distinguished, the terrifying momentum of this electric sword had no tricks.

At this moment, he showed his swordsmanship, and in an instant, the room was full of lightning, dazzling, and the façade kung fu contained in the swordsmanship was really good!

But this word electric sword only made one move, and with the strength of the first-class masters in the rivers and lakes now, it was easy to see the flaws of three of the bosses......

"Offended!" Zhang Yang shouted without hesitation, and at the same time, the long sword stabbed out diagonally, heading towards Ding Jian's wrist, which was the easiest to crack and not easy to hurt.

At this time, Ding Jian's sword was sweeping from left to right, and the blade of Ling Hu Chong's sword was still about two feet away from his wrist, but Ding Jian's electric sword paid too much attention to momentum, and it was very crude for the essence of swordsmanship. His sweeping momentum was like sending his wrist to the blade of the sword. The most annoying thing is that his momentum is too urgent, and his momentum can no longer be reversed.

Seeing this danger, several people in Meizhuang who were watching could only shout in unison: "Be careful! ”

Ding Jian saw that his wrist had been slashed straight towards the blade of the sword, and his face turned a little pale with fright.

However, Zhang Yang has long been comfortable with swordsmanship, and when he saw this, he turned his wrist slightly, the sword blade turned sideways, and with a bang, he slapped Ding Jian's wrist with the back of the sword.

In this moment of lightning, Ding Jian only felt a pain in his wrist, and he involuntarily lost his long sword.

Ding Jian was stunned for a moment, of course he knew that the other party's subordinates were merciful, if it weren't for that, his wrist would be gone now, and his lifelong martial arts would be wasted, he couldn't help but be covered in cold sweat all over his body, and bowed down and said: "Thank you Yang Daxia for your mercy." ”