At the border between Daxu and Dongtu, the mountains are undulating, endless, the peaks are like the high fingers of the sword, towering into the clouds, the clouds cover the mist, like a fairyland on earth. In the early spring, the ice and snow melt, but on the top of the mountains, if the immortals hold the pen, lightly embellished with a touch of white, the mountain is verdant and luxuriant, the mountain is white and flawless, the two complement each other, and show the wonder of natural creation.

The swordsman who wore a hat and had no sword on his head wandered around the mountain for several days, and occasionally saw a few places of cooking smoke, so the swordsman without a sword in his hand made a temporary move, found a good family at the foot of the mountain, and left the donkey that had accompanied him for several months.

The swordsman walked and stopped, back and forth, and returned, wandering from mountain to mountain, but in the end he remained at the foot of the mountain, as if he had never started to climb the mountain. The swordsman was bored, so he simply lay down among the herbs and fell asleep soundly.

The old man in yellow who suddenly appeared next to him shook his head helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "Are you playing us like children, do you want us to play hide and seek with you?" ”

In a cold pool among the mountains, there is also a swordsman with the same makeup and appearance, sitting cross-legged on a boulder by the lake, fishing next to the water, holding a fishing rod, and a fishing basket on his side, learning to fish the old man's appearance, hanging bait and throwing rods.

Behind the swordsman was also standing an old man, but he was wearing a green shirt and watching the swordsman fishing with a flat expression. After a while, the old man couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and said helplessly: "Why do you bother. ”

In the empty valley, there is a swordsman sitting on the bank of a stream with soft sand, drinking and eating meat, and eating ugly food.

Behind the swordsman there was also an old man, dressed in white and with white hair, the old man seemed to be holding back a smile, and said helplessly: "You, just eat happily." ”

Compared with the first three, this swordsman is uninvited, and the evil guest has come to the door. The old man in gray tasted tea by himself, and the swordsman happened to sit opposite the old man, and the swordsman didn't bother to pay attention to the tea and snacks in front of him, and after looking around, he nodded, and said sincerely: "Your mouse hole is good." ”

"Thank you. The old man tugged at the corners of his mouth.

On the top of the mountains here, dotted with snow, there is a naturally formed lake, which the world calls "Tianchi". The swordsman stood with his hands behind his back, his toes on the surface of the lake, and hung in the air.

The red-robed old man stood behind him, silent.

The swordsman turned around helplessly, frowned, and asked, "Don't you have any beautiful girls here?" Do you have to come to me with five bad old men? It seems that you five old guys haven't met for a long time. Just to find me, as for the crowd like this?"

The old man in the red robe still didn't say a word.

The swordsman waved his hand helplessly, and the sword intent figure that was deliberately scattered everywhere instantly dispersed, turning into a stream of sword qi, slowly returning, and lingering around the swordsman.

The swordsman smiled helplessly: "Xiao Shanzi, is this okay?"

The old man smiled and nodded.

"Okay, don't be on the plate, who will show you the old dragon clock, look older than me. Why, you still want me to call you a honorable name?"

The red-robed old man smiled: "Don't dare." The old man's figure flickered and changed to a slightly younger appearance. The four old men also rushed here one after another, and they also turned into young people.

The swordsman smiled with satisfaction: "This is decent, always looking dull, what's the matter." ”

The five "young men" stood side by side and saluted the swordsman.

The swordsman waved his hand, he couldn't stand this kind of red tape the most, and said reluctantly: "Hurry up, it's also the master of one party, so that the future generations can see how shameful it is, don't you want to lose face? ”

With a sly expression on his face, the swordsman leaned over to the five guys and whispered, "If you're really embarrassed, just tell me." ”

The swordsman made a look, meaning you all understand, see the elders, just take something, it doesn't matter what you bow, do you think I care.

The five shut up at the same time and twisted their heads to the other side, ignoring the swordsman's eyes.

What do you mean? I don't understand, I don't understand. Do you understand? I don't understand either.

To deal with this old shameless person, no matter how carefully the "young people" consider their words, they will eventually find a reason to refute them, scrape the ground, and the thief does not go empty, he really does not do less, so he simply ignores him.

The swordsman was quite disappointed with these "unscrupulous juniors", and he couldn't even perceive the slightest intention of the elders, and he had really practiced for so many years in vain. The swordsman departed, not wanting to deal with the five fools anymore.

When the red-robed old man saw him leaving, he couldn't help but ask, "I don't know where you're going?"

The swordsman glanced back at him, frowned, and said, "It has something to do with you?"

The red-robed old man looked helpless, so he had to smile bitterly: "Heaven and earth are free, where you go, naturally it has nothing to do with me." But don't forget, over this mountain, it is the land of Daxu. Go to the northwest, after that border pass, it is the three continents of the northern border, as for the people guarding the eastern border of the northern border, I think you will not be unfamiliar with it. If you start a fight with him there, in case you confiscate the sword qi and slash at me with a sword, and then you shatter a certain landscape, those scholars in the Temple of Literature are not going to trouble me, so please raise your noble hand?"

"Okay, I promise you, I'll beat him again after crossing the border, you don't think that's okay. The swordsman grinned.

I hope you don't do it, not in another place.

The old man was a little helpless.

The swordsman approached the old man, gently patted the tall old man's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, if you can not do it, it will naturally be the best." I'll try to avoid him, but if he deliberately looks for me, there's no way to do it. ”

Isn't it just fighting, I'm good at it.

The old man shook his head, he had persuaded him, and as for whether he listened or not, it was the swordsman's own business. The old man saw that the qi on the swordsman's body seemed to be running smoothly, so he asked, "You, do the old gentleman know about going north? and your injured ......?"

The swordsman nodded, affirming the old man's guess in his heart, "The old man is not at home, he hasn't been back for a long time, and as for going north this time, he can be regarded as sneaking out by himself." It was a battle for the avenue that he deliberately did, so instead of hiding, it was better to go to the outside world to find him and have a good fight. If you win, you will naturally be free from heaven and earth, and if you lose, you will have one less trouble. As for this injury, it is indeed related to those old guys who have been hiding for thousands of years, one is that heaven and earth naturally win, and the other is that there is no sword in their hands, plus that group of stinky and shameless people beat one, it is normal to not be able to beat. ”

"You went north just to find a sword?" the old man asked.

"The meaning of the long sword on the top of the building is so important that I don't need to say more to you, so other than that, only the sword in the north can be used. ”

It was a matter of one person's avenue, and it was inconvenient for others to say more, but the old man still couldn't help but ask: "Isn't the sword in the master's hand for your use?"

"You say that boy riding a green ox, his sword is the same as the stupid big and the little bald sword, to me it is a piece of scrap metal, of little use. Besides, are they sword cultivators?" the swordsman asked with a smile.

The implication of the swordsman is that they are not even sword cultivators, and their swords can be used?

The old man's expression was a little ugly, you are the only one in the world who can call the patriarch of the three sects like this.

Sword cultivation and martial arts are the two most special cultivation paths in the world, and they are fundamentally different from the cultivation of the hundred monks of the three sects. The former is based on his own innate qi, and the sword cultivator uses the innate qi to lead Zhou Tian and transform the vitality of heaven and earth into his own sword qi, while the martial artist uses the innate true qi to lead the limbs and hundreds of remains, step by step, giving birth to a pure true qi unique to his own body. And the latter pays attention to scattering the innate Qi outside, opening the Qi Mansion to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, casting the golden pill, and turning the Yuan Baby. Meditation is like building a house, the former is based on local materials and focuses on the foundation, while the latter is based on materials from a distance, emphasizing the perfection of both the foundation and the house.

The reason why the sword is not used, in addition to the fact that the three swords are mixed with Haoran Qi, Daomen True Intent, and Sanzang Buddhism, and are close to the pure two words that sword cultivation also pursues, the more important reason is still the difference in the path of cultivation.

The sword of the monks of the three sects is greater than the way of the sword, and it is to assist the cultivation of one's own avenue, and the sword of sword cultivation is greater than the way of the sword, and the sword in the hand is the way of the heart.

In addition, the manifestation of the avenue of the two on the mirror of the Empty Ming Hall of the Ten Square Pavilion is also very different. Confucianism is an endless golden book, Taoism is a calm water with nothing, and Buddhism is a smoke-drenched but slightly dilapidated thatched hut. These three scenes are the manifestation of the three patriarchs, and although their disciples are different, their essence is the same. All the sons have their own merits, and all the avenues are romantic.

Kendo manifestation is a mountaineering path with dim surroundings and bright roads, and at the end of it there is a peak of sword qi that cannot be seen from the top of the mountain, and a peak that changes from the Dao intention of one person's sword. This mountain has not been approached by anyone for 10,000 years, without exception, all from afar on the road.

Hundreds of years ago, there was a world-renowned Taoist Taoist, after attaining enlightenment and ascending to heaven, for some reason, he actually returned to the world again, giving up his Taoist cultivation as a no, and instead pursued the so-called pure word of sword cultivation. Intending to borrow the stone of other mountains to attack jade, relying on his original perception of the Dao, he tried to enter the mountain and climb the mountain again, so as to reach the top of the Sword Peak, but in the end, he repeatedly failed and completely ruined the future of the Dao, fell into the inner demon, and could not extricate himself.

Someone once made a statement about this, if the sword mountain is hard to find, it is not to be asked. The method of preaching and immortality, the world is full of dazzling, you and others practice step by step according to the method of ordinary monks, how can you have a lifespan of three to five hundred years, why bother to be obsessed with mountaineering. In the end, this person even made a final conclusion, directly calling the way of the sword and the way of martial arts the way of the dead, the short life of martial arts, and the short life of sword cultivation.

Therefore, there are many people who completely give up the way of sword cultivation and switch to other methods, thus creating the first famine in the history of sword practice, nearly one hundred and fifty years, and no sword cultivator who has crossed the five realms has been born.

The person who said this, for some reason, the Broken Mirror Ascension that was originally in his hands suddenly suffered an accident, and the original Nine Heavenly Thunder turned into nineteen Dao for some reason, and after the thunder fell, the person completely cut off the cultivation path, and the original nine-story building cultivation also dissipated like smoke and dust. As for the man's later upstairs questioning, the trial under the eaves was another drunken conversation on the mountain.

The swordsman suddenly sighed with emotion: "There are many more avenues in the world today than there were at that time. ”

The old man smiled, "But the roof still belongs to your generation." ”

"It's a pity that there is no successor. ”

The old man nodded, he had cultivated for thousands of years, and he had seen too many outstanding cultivators, but none of them could reach the height of their ancestors, and they had never even seen their backs, let alone stood side by side with them.

The swordsman suddenly smiled and said, "If you want to be poor, go to the next level." ”

The old man sighed and said softly, "It's difficult. ”

The swordsman stopped talking, standing on the surface of the lake, letting the breeze blow his sideburns, the swordsman just looked at the ripples under his feet, and he didn't know what was hidden in his deep eyes.

And let the spring breeze blow slowly and blow away the pickled things in your heart.

The five old men stood silently behind the swordsman.

The swordsman suddenly felt a sense in his heart, his eyes followed, and he couldn't help laughing: "Since this is the case, then fight." ”

The swordsman's figure was fleeting, and he no longer chose to hurry slowly, but directly retreated to the mountains and rivers, and in a flash, he had come to the border pass that the old man said.

The swordsman in front of the city gate raised his head, his expression puzzled, why do you want to admit that you are walking alone, and those who are fooled are also stupid people.

The red-robed old man looked at the direction where the swordsman left, stared at it for a long time, and suddenly shook his head and sighed: "I hope you can be more like you are now." ”

Before a city pass, the sword qi between the swordsman's sleeves was agitated, and the whole body was as if he was in an ocean of sword qi, and the majestic sword qi continued to pour, looking at the solemn middle-aged man in front of him, wearing silver armor and holding a spear, the swordsman just smiled slightly.

Since you want to fight, then I will accompany you, as for beating your nose and face are swollen, Lao Tzu is not responsible.

The silver-armored man in front of the city gate pointed at the ground with the tip of his spear, grabbed the tail of the spear with his right hand, flipped his wrist, and raised the tip of the spear, and the man took the lead forward, and the spear in his hand went straight to the heart of the swordsman, and the man intended to end the battle in the fastest way possible.

The swordsman's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he grabbed the head of the robber with the palm of his right hand, and then smashed the man's head to the ground as if he were holding a cup in his hand. The man fell down, turned around, and grabbed the upper stab. The swordsman's figure disappeared like a cloud again, and then reunited at the man's side, and one hand actually lifted it directly and threw it backwards, the spear instantly took off his hand, and the man quickly flew backwards and flew out. The man was still in the air, and the swordsman's figure flashed again, followed by a punch to his chest, and the punch landed, causing the man to continue to fly upside down more than ten feet away. The man was about to fall to the ground, and the swordsman came to his side again, pressed his forehead with his palm, and pressed down sharply, the man's head was buried deep in the earth, and the blood was mixed with countless dirt.

The swordsman said disdainfully: "That's it?"

The corners of the man's mouth covered with blood and dirt suddenly raised a strange arc, and then he shouted angrily: "Divorce!"

A dark red circular spell appeared around the man's body, which turned red in a single breath, and at the same time, a huge pillar of fire, from the bottom up, erupted from the ground.

The swordsman's figure quickly retreated, erecting a barrier with sword qi, blocking in front of him, and the majestic tide of sword qi overflowed was evaporated by that flame in an instant. A surging heat wave followed, knocking the swordsman to the ground.

In the midst of the raging flames, the man slowly stood up, and the silver armor he wore turned into an extreme black after being calcined by the flames, and the flames from hell continued to flow on the armor.

There was also a black flame flowing in the corner of the man's eyes, and at this moment, the man seemed to be a demon from hell.

The demon walked out of the flames of hell, the spear returned to his hand, and shook back, and the spurting pillar of fire slowly dispersed, turning into a pair of black wings of flowing fire, accompanying the evil spirit.

The swordsman stood up, patted the dust behind his buttocks, looked at the man in front of him, and said with a smile: "I can still live in the blue sky and daylight." ”

The swordsman knotted his sword finger in his right hand, and the sword qi around his body condensed into a long sword, and the swordsman swiped lightly in front of him with his sword finger, and said with a smile: "Bells and whistles." ”

Thousands of long swords, like a downpour, shot wildly.

The man swung his spear, then pushed forward, and then slammed it, and a wave of black flames immediately surged forward, fighting against the rain of swords.

Magic is not good at swordsmen, he has always been a sword, but unfortunately there is no sword in his hand now.

When Black Flame was fighting against the sword rain, the man suddenly rushed over, carrying a spear in his hand, and stabbed the swordsman in the heart again.

Two shots, both of which were lethal.

Provocation?!

The swordsman suddenly frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Give you face?"

The swordsman's figure flashed, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he suddenly rushed in front of the man, and greeted him with a punch.

A punch knocked it back, the man flew straight backwards, slammed on the city wall, and the swordsman's figure came again, and another punch was handed out, smashing into his chest, one punch was not broken, one punch came again, and the two punches were added together, and the man's black armor was directly shattered.

The man fainted and fell to the ground, unconscious.

The swordsman suddenly shouted towards the top of the castle tower: "Get down and collect your body!"

It turned out that there was always a person on the top of the city tower at the border pass watching this unexpected and unsuspenseful "fight".

A man dressed in white, with a lupine scarf, looked at a thirty-year-old man, jumped off the city and fell to the ground.

The man stepped forward, bowed respectfully to the swordsman, and said, "Xiao Jiu, I have seen Senior Brother, I haven't seen you for many years, and Senior Brother's demeanor is still the same." ”

The swordsman, who had a straight face, had a hint of a smile at this time, put his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, and said flatly: "Get up." ”

After the man got up, he waved the feather fan in his hand, and the middle-aged man who was dead on the ground turned into a breath of fresh air and returned to the man's body. The man's feather fan shook lightly, and said with a slow smile: "Senior brother has no sword in his hand, and the junior brother is still invincible, if it is not that the junior brother is incompetent, but the senior brother's cultivation is profound, it is really unreachable, even if it gives me another thousand years, it is still difficult to catch up." ”

What should I do if I lose a fight? Praise hard, just learn from each other, and as a senior brother, you can't hold on to it, and be cheeky enough to beat me again, right? What is the most important thing in walking the rivers and lakes, face! No one will be shameless, right?

Besides, I didn't really want to do anything with him, just help me try my current cultivation, and I won't even help with this little bit as a senior brother.

The swordsman glared at him, "You're thicker than the walls. ”

"Senior brother praised it. The man laughed.

The swordsman didn't seem to be in the mood to joke, and suddenly said in a deep voice, "You shouldn't take this path. ”

People have three souls and seven spirits, one is a fetal light, too clear and yang, and belongs to the sky; The two names are refreshing, the change of yin qi, and belong to the five elements; The three ghosts, the mixture of yin and qi, belong to the earth, and are the five elements of heaven and earth.

But the man in front of him was born with three incomplete souls, but fortunately he was taught by his teacher and learned a spell, the root of which lies in breaking and then establishing four words. First of all, the soul of the ghost spirit is used as nourishment, and then the other two souls are supplemented, and then the two newly formed souls absorb the seven spirits to reshape the original spirit, so the man only has one yin and one yang two souls, with the yang spirit to cultivate the divine way, with the yin soul to cultivate the ghost road, one person walks two paths.

"The path you choose, there is nothing that should or should not be. All kinds of rain, snow, wind and frost, I just suffer it. The man smiled indifferently.

"Still can't put it down?" asked the swordsman.

"Never put it down. ”

There is an excellent saying in the scroll, "My heart is a thief, and I cannot roll it", and the man has remembered it to this day since he first read it.

The swordsman looked into the distance thoughtfully, and asked softly, "How long have you been out of there?"

"Jiazi is estimated to have time, but he is old and can't remember things. The man laughed.

The swordsman knocked a chestnut on the man's forehead unguardedly, and the latter just wanted to cry out twice in pain and say a few words about the senior brother bullying the junior brother, but found that he didn't use much force, as if he just touched his forehead casually.

The man looked at the swordsman, he seemed to have never seen such a look on the latter's face, the senior brother seemed to have been standing at the top of the world for thousands of years, overlooking all living beings, where could there be such frustration. The swordsman in the man's memory seems to be an ancient well, the side of the well is full of fallen leaves, and the stagnant water in the well has no waves.

Disappointment, loneliness, regret, and loneliness are all on the swordsman's face at this moment, as if he is remembering something.

The teacher once said that there is almost nothing in this world that can affect him. If anything, it's just a memory of his youth.

And his youth was a long, long time ago.

After a long silence, the swordsman slowly spoke, "I'm really old. ”

"Senior brother, you are a little different now. The man laughed.

"Do you think such a state of mind could affect him?" asked the swordsman.

The man did not answer.

The most difficult thing in life is never to be entangled with external objects, but to deal with oneself. Always ask your heart, there are mistakes everywhere.

The two brothers finally sat on the city tower, the wind blew the sideburns, each uncovered the mud seal, and drank a pot of cheap rice wine that was only three yuan, the taste was acceptable, although it was not as soft and mellow as Jiangnan wine, but it was enough to warm people's hearts at the border pass where it was still cold in spring. The brothers don't have much to say to each other, the time of knowing each other is too slow and long, and some words are drunk and they know each other.

The swordsman would occasionally scold, saying why he couldn't be bold in the first place, maybe things wouldn't have ended like this. The man just nodded and didn't answer, he owed some debts and couldn't speak, he only knew that it would be difficult to make up for it in this life.

The swordsman sat on the city wall, his feet dangling in the air, swinging freely, tapping the flask with his palm, and casually humming a little poem that he had heard in the countryside.

There are several rooms near the mountains and rivers, and it is safe to walk and sit safely;

The cloth is warmer than the silk brocade, and the long can also be worn, and the short can also be worn;

After the rain has passed the first sunny day, I will talk about it today, and I will talk about it in the past;

In front of the drinking table at night, he is not a fairy, but a fairy.

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Zhenbei Palace.

When the first trace of fish belly white appeared in the sky, the old prince had already gotten up. As usual, after rinsing his mouth with the tea left over from last night, he put on a slightly thicker loose robe, and walked alone in the palace. Unconsciously, the old man walked to Zhang Linxuan's Fanghuai Willow, and happened to meet the girl who came out to fetch water, so he asked softly, "Is the stinky boy still asleep?"

Qiu Huang nodded, and walked to the old prince's side to give ten thousand blessings.

The old prince smiled: "You girl is good at everything, but there are too many rules." ”

Qiu Huang smiled apologetically and said: "Over the years, I have caused trouble to the prince, but the prince has treated the slaves and maids like relatives, and this bit of etiquette should always be there." ”

"Silly girl, after reading the book for so many years, why are you still confused. What can you do as a child except to add to your troubles? It is too early to think of overturning the rights and wrongs of some established things. And all the truth may not be as bad as you think. As for the troubles, they are nothing more than Confucian supervision, they are all trivial things, and you don't have to care about them. However, over the years, you do have one thing that I am not very happy with. The old prince smiled.

Qiu Huang asked: "Please also ask the prince to show me, the slave and maid must change." ”

The old prince quipped: "My family has seven sons, but only one daughter is missing." I was going to raise you as a daughter, but you want to be my daughter-in-law, tell me, doesn't this hurt my old man's heart. ”

The woman blushed and didn't know what to say.

The old prince smiled: "There are not so many rules of the Zhang family, there is no need to be a slave and a slave in the future, since you and Xuan'er have made a decision, it will be a matter of time or time." If you think it's too early to call your father, let's call your uncle first. ”

Qiu Huang shook his head, "Lord Wang, this must not be, it's just a joke between the slave and the son......"

The old prince interrupted: "Okay, okay, don't talk about it, I know that you have a thin face, and when the matter is decided in the future, it will be the same to change your words." ”

The old man coughed a few times and stopped making fun of the junior in front of him. Since my son is still asleep, let him have a good rest. The old prince turned around and left, waving his hand behind him, signaling that he didn't have to send it.

Qiu Huang looked at the old man's departing figure, and unconsciously felt a little trance, the old man's back seemed to bend a lot, and every step seemed to be a little difficult.

The man who dragged the knife in front of the city in the past is finally old.

The rising sun and dusk and sunset are actually a sight.

Falling leaves can never escape the fate of returning to their roots.

At three o'clock in the morning, Zhang Linxuan woke up, stretched his waist and got up with his shoes on, and when he looked up, he saw Qiu Huang sitting in front of the bookcase not far away, helping the young man sort out some books he had read in recent days.

Zhang Linxuan has always had a not-so-good habit of reading, and his reading is miscellaneous but not proficient. Miscellaneous not only refers to the fact that the books read by the teenager are complicated, but also refers to the fact that the teenager's reading is very messy, and he does not like to put the books on the table or bookshelf in a regular manner. When you read a book, you will turn the book upside down and save it for the next time you have time to read it. However, the books that teenagers have read are basically rarely read again, and after reading them once, whether they finish reading them or not, they basically won't move again. So during that time when I was studying, I could see upside-down books everywhere in the boy's room. And Qiu Huang will always be in the teenager's nap, slowly tidy up for the teenager, with bamboo clips in the pages of the book, so that the teenager can read directly next time, and then put it in a bunch of categories, a pile of Confucianism, a bunch of Buddhism, and some miscellaneous books.

The boy walked across from her and sat down, his arm resting on the table, leaning forward, his eyes fixed on the wonderful girl.

Qiu Huang knew that the young man got up, and he also knew that he was staring at him at the moment, but he deliberately didn't look at him, pretending to concentrate on sorting out his books.

The young man suddenly leaned into the woman's ear, blew lightly, and then said in a soft voice: "Pretend." ”

The moth's eyebrows are tactful, and the window cage is blushing.

The young man gently lifted the woman's chin, the corners of his mouth rose, and he said with a wicked smile: "Little lady Jiaodidi, how is this called husband?"

The woman knocked off the young man's extremely unruly hand, and said with white eyes: "How about you pig's head." ”

The boy rested his chin on the table and tugged at his ears with both hands. Qiu Huang guessed what the young man was going to do, and the fingers of one hand poked the young man's nose, and the young man smiled: "Big pig's head." ”

Looking at the boy's funny appearance, Qiu Huang couldn't help laughing, "You will be called Zhang Pig's Head in the future." ”

"Then you'll be called Lady Pighead!"

"Bah, bah, I'm not going to be a pig-headed lady!"

The young man suddenly rushed to the woman's side, gently stopped the woman's waist, and raised his chin, "Then I have to learn from the young master of the Qin family in Nanshan City, how to marry a daughter-in-law, rob it!"

"The smell is like, maybe it's the two of you. ”

"It's the same thing that heroes see. ”

"It's just that you're crooked!"

"I'll just tell you about the fallacies. ”

The woman raised the corners of her mouth and leaned quietly on the young man's shoulder.

Zhang Linxuan gently stroked the woman's hair, feeling the warm body fragrance of Qiu Huang, and the young man felt that there would be no better smell in the world.

The tranquility that originally belonged to the two of them was suddenly broken by a grunt.

Ask the phoenix to cover his mouth and smile.

The young man stared at his stomach a little helplessly: "The finished thing, if you are hungry, you scream, can't you bear it." ”

Due to his uncompetitive stomach, Zhang Linxuan had no choice but to take Qiu Huang to the backyard kitchen. Fortunately, the old cook surnamed Dong was not there, otherwise if he didn't come to the kitchen to steal food at the specified time, he would inevitably be scolded, and when he was young, he was not scolded by the old man.

The old cook is an extremely old-fashioned person, and the rules set by the palace are that the time when the meal should be opened. In the early years, many children in the palace led by Zhang Linxuan often forgot the time, and when they were wrong to eat, they would always come to the kitchen in groups to steal food, and the huge team would naturally always be caught by the old man, and standing in a row would inevitably be scolded and reprimanded. The old man splashed his mouth, the children looked down at their toes, and when the old man finished scolding, the children looked at the old man one by one with a pitiful look, and after all, the old cook, who still knew how to be soft-hearted, would ask, "Are you really hungry?" Some of the children shook their heads from side to side like a drum, and some of them nodded very sincerely, and the old man had to make a fire to cook and feed the little rabbits who were shaking with him.

The old cook, surnamed Dong, stood in a corner that the young man couldn't see, watching him sneak in with someone, and the old man just smiled with relief.

Zhang Linxuan came to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, and saw a big white bowl inside, with a green onion noodle in the bowl and an egg on the surface.

Zhang Linxuan looked around and said with a smile: "Old man, the sword is not old! This ability to hide and seek is still so powerful." ”

The old cook surnamed Dong walked out slowly, and before the old man could speak, Zhang Linxuan hurriedly came to the old man's side, smiling and indifferent, but he was giving the old man a look.

See, my future daughter-in-law, old man, please, please, give me some face.

The old cook said helplessly: "Eat." ”

Zhang Linxuan sat back on the edge of the stove, picked up the bowl of noodles, and ate it in a big gulp. The boy has eaten countless delicacies, but he always thinks that the noodles cooked by the old man are the best food.

The old cook looked at Zhang Linxuan's gobbling up, and couldn't help laughing, "Eat slowly, and no one will rob you." ”

The boy smiled.

The old cook took a bench and sat at the door of the kitchen to choose vegetables, and when Qiu Huang was idle, he took the initiative to move a stool and sit next to the old man to help.

The old cook lowered his head and said casually, "It's not a bad day." ”

Qiu Huang nodded, but did not speak.

"I didn't do it the other day, and it won't be up to me to settle the account in the future. If you have any anger in the future, find that short man and send it. The old cook laughed.

"I would like to ask you a question. Qiu Huang said.

"Asked. ”

"If that new mountain lord from Zhumang Academy insists on taking me away, will you stop me?" asked Qiu Huang.

The old man surnamed Dong answered the question and laughed softly: "They are all guests." ”

Since you are a guest, you naturally have to listen to the rules of the host's house.

Qiu Huang didn't understand what he meant, and the old man explained with a smile: "I only have some friendship with your elders, and I have paid it off back then, and I have nothing to do with it since then. ”

Qiu Huang lowered his head and was silent.

Guessing some things by yourself and telling them to others in person are two completely different feelings.

The old man looked at the young man eating noodles in the room, and said to himself: "The cultivation of the Great Dao and the love between men and women are actually the same, and they are both in the process of moving forward, and there is no room for distractions. ”

The old man surnamed Dong walked into the kitchen, took a pot of rice wine from the wine cabinet, and poured himself a large bowl. The old man sat on the steps outside the kitchen door with a bowl, not in a hurry to drink, squinting and looking at the sky.

Qiu Huang suddenly asked, "Where is it?"

"So-so. Cold, but pure. ”

Zhang Linxuan finally finished eating the noodles, threw the dishes and chopsticks on the stove, took a cucumber with his hand, pulled Qiu Huang and ran, and did not forget to turn around and make a grimace at the old man, and said with a smile: "The dishes and chopsticks in the house are bothering you!"

"You stinky boy! ”

The old man sat on the spot, took a sip of the wine in the bowl, and said with a smile, "It's spring, why is it still so cold?" ”

The young man who went and returned stood outside the door of the courtyard where the kitchen was located, holding half a cucumber in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Old man, don't scold, I want to talk to you about something." ”

The old man drank to himself and was too lazy to look at him.

Zhang Linxuan leaned over to the old man with a dead face, and sat down the first step ahead of him. The old man drank wine, and the young man nibbled on a cucumber.

"Old man, the cucumber is very crisp, grow it yourself. ”

"There's a fart. ”

Zhang Linxuan looked at the old man with a smile and said, "Ask for the Huang's matter, you can help me." ”

The old man decisively refused: "Don't help." ”

"No room for negotiation at all?"

"Nope. ”

"Hey, it's really hard to ask for people these days. There is obviously a big Buddha at home, but it is useless at all, and I have to pity my young man to run out again and again. The young man took the cucumber in his mouth, got up and patted the dust on his buttocks, and said casually: "It's boring, let's go, old man." ”

"Stop. ”

When the young man heard this, he turned his head decisively, with a flattering look on his face, "The matter is discussed?"

"What did Zhang Yunzhi tell you?" the old man said in a deep voice.

"It's none of my father's business. Zhang Linxuan said sincerely.

"Stinky boy, go out for a year, have you grown your skills?"

"The skills are average, but the knowledge has grown a lot. ”

"Threaten me?"

"Don't dare, don't dare, there is a discussion, how can it be a threat. ”

"What the hell do you know?"

The young man gnawed on the cucumber unhurriedly until he finished eating the whole cucumber tail, then he got up and faced the old man, and said lightly: "Old man, in this palace, after all, I am still the master, what about you, the servant." Old man Huang, who raises horses, seems to be out of the house these days, and he is a little angry, so I have to sprinkle it on you. The matter of asking for the phoenix, it is still the same sentence, you help, the kid owes you a personal favor. ”

"Why should I help you?

Zhang Linxuan changed his previous playful appearance, pulled his collar, and said indifferently with his eyes: "Three feet up, can there be a god?"

The old man couldn't help but frown.

"In winter, rice wine is the most heartwarming. I wonder if you've been drinking it for so many years, but you've ever warmed it up?"

"Stinky boy, I really grew up. The old man grinned suddenly.

Zhang Linxuan also smiled: "I have to do it as a last resort." ”

The old man nodded and said, "It's not in vain, I want you to repay the favor in the future." ”

"Naturally. The boy said goodbye.

After Zhang Linxuan left, the old man spilled the remaining wine in the bowl to the earth, as if he was paying tribute to the deceased. The old man was stunned, sat still, and muttered, "What a good tiger, how did you give birth to a fox?" ”