The green mountain is the law, and the green mountain is the law.

If it weren't for being in Qingshan, Fang Chen really couldn't imagine that these senior brothers in Qingshan would dare to say such arrogant words.

It's really arrogant - it's admirable.

Fang Chen, who was already carrying the abyss, couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

"Okay, you have performed very well for the first time with a sword, on a good day to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, you will go back to Humble Peak first, the small fish are gone, we have to catch a few more big fish." ”

The token in the palm of his hand gradually turned into invisible dust under the sword yuan cutting, Xing Cheng turned around and looked at Fang Chen's four people whose faces were still a little unnatural, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

......

"Uncle Shi, although most of the three cities on the edge of the green mountains are miscellaneous fish from small sects, the big fish in the Zhongsheng Building and the Night, with the strength of a few juniors and disciples——"

Because of the New Year, the Qingshan Sect, who rarely returns to the sect, changed into a rather festive red robe at the request of a group of elders. At this moment, the red robe appeared on the top of Humble Peak, standing in the clouds with the old peak master.

"Stinky boy, when you become a master, you think that your strength is better than that of your uncle? Do you dare to question me, an old man? Your master was in the same realm with you before going to Taishang Peak, but he didn't dare to put a fart in front of me, so the disciples I taught will not be defeated by those miscellaneous fish who spy on the green mountains. ”

The old peak lord standing in the clouds, the snow-white robe swayed with the clouds, if it weren't for the old peak lord forcibly interrupting the opening of the Lingzi period, digging his nostrils and scolding, anyone would say a good sword immortal.

"What Uncle Shi said is reasonable, just for Fang Chen to go down the mountain and let a few junior disciples take the risk of cleaning up the spies around Qingshan, is Uncle Shi too doting on this closed disciple?"

After being reprimanded by the old peak master, Ling Ziqi pursed his lips a little dazedly, and then shook his head and looked at the old peak master and smiled.

"Zi Period, Fang Chen's kid is a closed disciple of the teacher, and he is really a top disciple. Besides, according to the teacher's inheritance, now he is also your little junior brother, Qingshan's little uncle, the junior brother is going down the mountain, and if he doesn't make a move as a senior brother, do you still have to make a move with my old bones?"

Hearing the whispering on his side, the old peak lord turned his head, first glanced at Lingzi Qi with disdain, and then restrained the dissatisfaction on his face, coughed lightly, and his tone was full of sighs that he couldn't make a move because of his old age and weakness.

The old peak master turned around as he spoke, sighing and shaking his head to leave.

Leaving the corner of his mouth twitching in place, the Qingshan Palm Sect.

"Uncle Shi, you really found a good junior brother for Ziqi and a good uncle for Qingshan. ”

Watching the figure of the old peak master of Humble Peak disappear at the top of Humble Peak, Ling Ziqi raised his hand to look at the information of the ghost of the Dark Sect Mountain in Qingshan, and couldn't help but spit out a breath of turbidity lightly, and then turned around and swept towards the outside of Qingshan.

The junior brother wants to go down the mountain, how can the senior brother not make a move.

......

After the pawnshop on Buer Street left, Fang Chen and the four of them did not rush back to Qingshan, but walked towards the other side of Frost City in two ways.

The boy returned to the rundown alley again.

Under the action of the Qingshan Dark Sect, the ruined alley was no longer in disarray after Chen Jiansheng's battle, and in the depths of several small courtyards that rose up again, the loess courtyard leading to the muddy path on that side was still safe.

Fang Chen stretched out his hand and pushed open the courtyard door.

Although it has only been seen for three months, the small courtyard with earthen walls is already covered with dust, and the already small courtyard is sparsely spread with a few fallen leaves.

Full of decay.

Fang Chen, who was standing at the door of the small courtyard, exhaled a heavy breath, and then walked towards the house in the center.

Squeak –

In the dimly lit room, Fang Chen sat on the familiar wooden bed, reached out and lifted a wooden board beside him, and took out a blue cloth package from under the wooden board.

The muffled sound of the copper plates colliding slowly sounded with the boy's movements.

Fang Chen put the package on top of his legs, pulled open the hemp rope on it, and carefully looked at the finesse and softness he had saved over the past seven or eight years.

"Uncle Chen, it's all said, wait for a few more years, and the strength will be greater, so I will go to Brother Ping'er's restaurant to do some coolies, and let's borrow some silver to move to Qingyun Lane to choose a house again, this place is too dilapidated, how can it compare to the comfort of living in Qingyun Lane."

It's a pity, Uncle Chen, you are destined not to enjoy this blessing, but it's okay to take the dust and hide for fifteen years, I think you are tired all these years.

The senior brothers all say that you are a heavenly sword immortal, but I don't believe it, I haven't held a sword for fifteen years, and a blind man who never goes out is not like a sword immortal.

Uncle Chen, why don't you show Chen'er, what should the sword of the Heavenly Sword Immortal look like?"

A hoarse voice echoed softly across the campus.

No one answered.

"Uncle Chen, come back and see Chen'er. ”

There was still silence.

"Uncle Chen, Chen'er is not filial, go all the way. ”

There was a hidden teenager sobbing.

......

Twilight is approaching.

Fang Chen, who had been sitting in the small courtyard of the earthen wall for a long time, walked out of the house, dug a big pit in the most sunny place of the courtyard, and set up a well-dressed mound for the sword armor of the world fifteen years ago.

Zhang Ziping, who came here from Zhangjia Restaurant, stood silently behind the young man kneeling in front of the mound.

Goose-yellow paper money scattered in the gray embers.

It's full of sorrow.

But no one noticed, and behind the side of the mound of clothes, a small plum tree shook gently.

The land is declining, but new branches are sprouting.

......

Aoyama Humble Peak.

The early morning labor of the disciples and elders finally paid off, and several cauldrons propped up on the gray and white stone platform spread the smell of the New Year wantonly to the entire mountain.

The fragrance of the hot pot is unique.

Xing Yan, who rushed back from the bottom of the mountain when he was approaching, pulled out Fang Chen, who was practicing, from the bamboo courtyard with a smile on his face.

"Little junior brother, how can you be sad during the New Year, so that you will have bad luck in the whole coming year. ”

Holding a green jade wine bottle in his left hand and his right hand on Fang Chen's shoulder, Xing Yan pulled this little junior brother who was bitter because of his sadness to the big iron pot in the center and comforted him softly.

"Taste, little junior brother, this is the unique recipe of Humble Peak, and the rest of the main peaks have to spend a lot of money every year to buy this base material from the master, so don't look at the master and don't give us New Year's money, in fact, the master has a lot of silver, he just picks." ”

Fishing out a few fragrant winter bamboo shoots from the pot, Xing Yan glanced around without a trace, and then lowered his voice as he said while putting them in the bowl in front of Fang Chen.

The spicy fragrance that seemed to be wrapped in a hot pot filled the taste buds of the young man, and Fang Chen, who was in a heavy mood, finally relaxed a little, Fang Chen was about to raise his head to thank his senior brother, but suddenly saw a fist fall heavily on Xing Yan's head, and he couldn't help but chuckle for a while.

"The disciple visits the master. ”

An old man in a black robe walked over, and before he could serve the bowl, Fang Chen, Xun Liu, and Xu Xin got up and saluted together, and the sound of the salute and Xing Yan's cries of pain were intertwined, all of which melted into the boiling red oil of the hot pot.

"You bastard, the old man didn't give you the New Year's money in any year, it's almost the year of standing, and you go to the top of the mountain every day to steal the old man's silver to buy wine, you kid is also a Qingshan sword cultivator?"

The old peak master of Humble Peak, who had deliberately freshened up for the New Year, first stretched out his hand to signal Fang Chen and the others to sit down, then turned his head away, and gave Xing Cheng a heavy shudder.

Then the old peak master also sat casually on the small stool next to the hot pot.

"Come, Fang Chen, you Eighth Senior Brother has a bad heart, this secret recipe of Humble Peak, the boiled spirit venison meat is the best, you taste this." ”

The aroma in the big iron pot was overflowing, and the flames ignited by the pine and cypress firewood reflected the old peak master's face flushed, and he picked up the bowl and chopsticks in front of him, and after the old peak master picked out a large piece of venison to Fang Chen, he turned his head and sneered at Xing Cheng twice.

On the other side of the big iron pot, Xing Yan, who was still a little dizzy in his head, saw this, his brows were slightly horizontal, and then he turned his head away, and while drinking, he looked at the old peak master with the afterglow of his eyes and muttered softly.

For a while, the atmosphere was so unhappy.

"Come, junior brother, try this. ”

The care of the three senior brothers was very good, and within half an hour, Fang Chen ate several large bowls of various immortal delicacies, and the biggest advantage and disadvantage of the tempting hot pot was that it was spicy. So Fang Chen, who felt that his mouth and nose were full of spicy, was about to turn his head to find some water to drink, and Xing Cheng had already handed the green jade wine gourd to him.

The fresh aroma of wine hit, and Fang Chen, who had never drunk wine, only hesitated for a moment, then took the wine bottle and poured himself a sip.

A violent cough followed.

Different from the spicy hot pot, the spicy smell of the wine from the throat made the teenager who drank for the first time choke on tears almost immediately.

"Hahaha, little junior brother, no, how can there be a sword immortal in this world who doesn't drink. ”

This was followed by Xing Yan's rampant ridicule.

Fang Chen, who had eaten a few bites of potatoes before suppressing the spicy words in his throat, seemed to be quite unconvinced, so he picked up the wine bottle and took another sip.

This time, I tasted the fragrance of fine wine.

Bang bang!

The time has come, and at the foot of the green mountain, the sound of fireworks should rise from time to time.

The new disciple of Humble Peak, who stood on the top of the mountain for the first time to see such a magnificent scene in the world, bustled on the edge of the stone platform, watching the fireworks burst out under his feet.

And Fang Chen, who was next to the big iron pot, was already dizzy leaning on Xing Yan's shoulder because of a few sips of sake, and smirked.

"Tut-tut, except for the amount of alcohol, he is really a good little junior brother. ”

Taking the green jade wine bottle, Xing Yan couldn't help but shake his head and laughed.

"Boy, didn't you say that you want to press the New Year's money, well, this time, the teacher has prepared one for all four of you. ”

The old peak master of the Humble Peak, who was full of food and drink, burped quite casually, and immediately knocked Xing Cheng again, took out four bags from his waist, and threw them to Xun Liu's four people.

"Master Xie, two junior brothers, there is no need to say more between the three of us, this time I have prepared a gift for the junior brother. ”

Xun Liu, a blind man who covered his eyes with a white cloth, took out a snow-white jade pendant as he spoke.

It is carved and drilled: the crane is from the square, running away from the dust.

"Little junior brother, a gentleman is like a jade, take it. ”

"Senior Brother Xie. ”

Fang Chen replied in a daze.

"Since both the master and the senior brother have gifts, Xu Xin is naturally not far behind, this bead is the most valuable thing that I personally cut back with a sword in my life, and I will give it to the little junior brother today. ”

"Senior Brother Xie. ”

The red oil in the big iron pot was still gushing, and as the old peak master and Xun Liuxu Xin took out gifts one after another, the atmosphere suddenly quieted down for a while.

Xing Cheng, who opened his mouth and was about to swallow a mushroom, shivered unnaturally, and raised his head again, only to find that the three people except Fang Chen were staring at him tightly.

"Master, senior brother, what kind of good gift can I prepare for a person who drinks and steals master's silver, what kind of good gift can I prepare, what kind of thing I gave to my little junior brother is too bad, isn't it worthy of your kindness. ”

"Huh. ”

In response to Xing Cheng, there were three more cold and disdainful glances.

"That's it, the most valuable thing on my body is the gourd, I will give it to the little junior brother, if the little junior brother doesn't take it, don't blame me. ”

Seeing this, Xing Yan, who knew that he couldn't hide, scratched his head in embarrassment, and handed the green jade wine bottle in his hand to Fang Chen.

Little junior brother, I am a wine bottle, you who don't drink alcohol should never want it.

Xing Yan said secretly in his heart.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Eight. ”

Fang Chen, who was just about to fall asleep, seemed to suddenly notice something, stretched out his hands straight out and took the wine bottle from Xing Yan's hands, and fell into a deep sleep.

Xing Cheng was stunned for a moment, trembling and handing out the wine bottle, wanting to cry without tears.