Xi Jiangyue was surprised when she heard this, she didn't know that her mother, who had always been gentle and kind, could also do martial arts, and she actually won her father.

Without waiting for her to ask, he saw Xi Sui's slender arms under An Guang's sleeves supporting the stone slab under him, reclining and lying, he raised his eyes and looked into the distance, as if he was immersed in the things of the past and couldn't extricate himself, and only after a long time did he speak quietly and talk about interesting things many years ago.

It was late spring, the season of the upper.

"Flowing the water and appreciating the poems are the actions respected by the children of the upper class." Xi Sui'an supported his forehead with his hands and changed to a more comfortable position.

When the white-clothed jade-crowned man walked with a sword, he walked among a group of scholars who commented on the country but had no power to tie the chicken, which was particularly eye-catching, and he won the championship in a poem, which impressed everyone present.

However, since the ancient texts, there is no first and no second, and there is naturally no shortage of people who are not convinced to come forward to question the source of the winning poem, but they don't want to quote the scriptures and classics in the west, and the refutation makes everyone speechless.

"That time to evaluate the poems, it was originally done by Luzhou Taishou Jin Ting for his son Jin Hongxin to build momentum before the ceremony of the weak crown, but I didn't want to be robbed of the limelight by your father's casual poems." Xi Sui'an shook his head and sighed lightly, I don't know whether he was helpless or regretful, "How does this make Jin Ting and Jin Hongxin, father and son, not angry!" ”

Xi Jiangyue looked at the Xuan Ang man in front of him, who was obviously in his prime, only to feel that his tone seemed to be overflowing with a sense of reading the common people.

"But Jin Ting knew that his son Jin Hongxin's arguments and poems were inferior to your father's, so he hit the idea on the sword on his waist. Therefore, he privately sent the swordsman he raised in his family to disguise himself as an ordinary scholar and come forward to compete with your father. "The mountain breeze blew, I lost my eyes, my hair was messy, my robe was flying, and Duxi stood still with An.

It is an elegant thing for scholars to evaluate poetry and quote scriptures, and the most important thing is to act among the high-class families, even if there are occasional differences of opinion, it is very rare to collide with words and deeds like a reckless man in the market, let alone a sword to face each other.

"Back then, your father was still young, and he didn't think deeply about the meaning, but the sword had no eyes, so he raised the sword and engraved the poems he made on the cliff stone, and then, holding the sword with his right hand backhand, and with a slight push with his left hand, he pushed the three-foot long sword in his hand into the cliff stone, and then said: The sword is not harmonious, if the son can pull out the sword, it will be regarded as a loss."

Xi Jiangyue was puzzled in her heart, this statement was different from what Fang Cai's second uncle said, but she didn't interrupt, and only continued to listen.

"Before, the swordsman who obeyed Jin Ting's orders and wanted to step forward to compete with your father was already shocked when he saw him use the sword as a pen, and knew that he had no chance of winning in sword moves and swordsmanship, so he used a trick to force your father to say the words that later generations called arrogant - the sword is out of harmony with each other, if the son can pull out the sword, he will be counted as losing, and he will no longer use the sword in the future."

Speaking of this time, this is the most fascinating part, but he didn't want Xi Sui'an to take a sharp turn in his words, and continued: "On that day, there happened to be a young man in Tsing Yi who had a sword and traveled thousands of miles from the Southern Tang Dynasty to Western Chu, just to compete with our Western Chu Zaifu Luo Suifeng. Xi Sui'an looked at the mountains full of green bamboo and red leaves, like the beautiful woman back then's extraordinarily bright eyebrows, with a smile on the corner of her lips.

"Second uncle, Brother Lang and Xuan'er should have been less together with you over the years, right?" Xi Jiangyue looked at the second uncle who was sitting in front of him without elegance, and said with a serious face.

"Oh?" Xi Sui'an looked puzzled, "What do you say about Yue'er?" ”

"The second uncle's storytelling skills are not as good as before, so naturally he has told less and is rusty over the years." Xi Jiangyue pursed her lips and smiled.

"You girl, you are still so sharp-tongued, hahaha......" Xi Sui'an smiled heartily, stood up on the ground, and sat on the ground with his clothes on, most of the worries in his heart had dissipated.

"If Yue'er is not mistaken, Xiang Guoluo Suifeng is the head of the civil officials of Western Chu." Xi Jiangyue smiled indifferently, "Looking for a civil official to compete with a sword, did the young man in Tsing Yi later compare poetry with Ye Zhizhou, the captain who fought the world on horseback?" ”

"Poetry is not compared, but it is better than paintings." Xi Sui'an thought of the young man in Tsing Yi whose words and deeds were very different from ordinary people, and there was a little helplessness in his smile.

"He's such an interesting person." Xijiang Yue smiled lightly, her eyes wandered between her thoughts and movements, and then she said: "Is the young man in Tsing Yi that the second uncle said related to his mother?" ”

Seeing Xi Sui'an nodding, Xi Jiangyue stopped talking, and only listened intently to the past that those mothers had never told her.

"Back then, the young man in Tsing Yi went to the imperial capital, which coincided with the Shangsi Festival, and saw a group of scholars on the mountain who smoked incense and powdered the words, pointed out the country, and only smiled - talking on paper." As for this, he glanced at the Xijiang Moon Moyu clear spring eyes in front of him, and the smile on his face was slightly drunk, as if he was still indulging in the actions of the amazing and brilliant person back then, "It wasn't until I saw that the person who challenged your father and a group of scholars and swordsmen tried their best but still couldn't pull out the sword, and the young man in Tsing Yi walked towards the cliff. ”

"That young man in Tsing Yi is your mother." Xi Sui'an took a water bladder from his side, raised his head and poured a sip, drinking water like a booze.

Then, he wiped the water marks on his lips with a wide-sleeved robe without any grace, and continued: "Yue'er, back then, your mother was dressed in green clothes, dressed as a man, fighting with swords in the rivers and lakes, just with a wave of her sleeves, she easily pulled out the sword that ordinary martial artists in the rivers and lakes had never pulled out from between the cliffs and rocks. ”

What a style that is!

Xi Sui'an didn't hear Xi Jiangyue's response for a long time, but when he turned around, he saw that the girl next to him had stood in front of the cliff at some point.

The mountain wind is strong, the girl stands in the wind, and the light yarn is fluttering with the wind.

Xijiang Yue's white palm gently stroked the tall cliff that carried the memories of her father and mother, and after her fingertips crossed the hilt of the sword that had been weathered, she fell on the cliff under the sword again, "My mother's mind is clear, why is it difficult for her to pull out a sword casually?" ”

It's just that he puts more thought into it than ordinary reckless people.

"Second uncle, if Yue'er didn't guess wrong, my mother should have used alum oil to melt the stone, and then pulled out the sword." Xi Jiangyue never thought that the person who defeated her father many years ago was actually her mother, and it was still so easy, "But shouldn't this sword have been pulled out by my mother?" Why is it still at this time? ”

When Xi Sui'an heard this, he seemed to finally see the person who was seduced by him, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and said for a long time: "Back then, your mother knew that her limit was approaching, so she inserted the sword between the cliffs again, just to let your sister and brother understand one thing - only with her martial arts cultivation and exquisite thoughts, if she survives, no one in this world can hurt her in the slightest." ”

The smile on Xijiang Yue's face was cold, and her eyes were more like a cold spring, "What is the explanation of the corpse of the mother in the grave, the second uncle?" Even if he is infected with a serious disease, he has no reason to have his heart stripped of him. ”