Wang Yiran's expression was solemn, his body twisted, not caring if he would frighten the rest of the women's families in the water pavilion, stepped on the railing on his toes, and quickly swept towards the waterhole to salvage his daughter who fell into the water.

The young owner of Jianshui Villa looked as usual, and the young scholar who shook the folding fan sighed: "I never thought that I was still a hidden master. ”

The scholar snapped and put away the folding fan, and looked at the young man with the sword on his back who was gradually moving away on the path, he was definitely a little grandmaster of the four realms of martial arts! Could it be that he was a closed disciple of the Sword God of the Caiyi Country? Just because the rivers and lakes were treacherous, and the master sword god died violently in the mountains and forests, he had to disguise himself as a foreigner and travel far away to take refuge alone? Otherwise, he really couldn't think of anyone who could train such a young martial arts genius and enter the Grandmaster Realm even earlier than Song Fengshan.

Song Fengshan's wife, the beautiful and virtuous young woman, couldn't help but ask softly, "Will there be anything wrong with Sango?"

Song Fengshan quietly rubbed the hilt of the short sword "Cangshui" on his waist with his thumb and index finger, and smiled without saying a word.

The scholar smiled and explained: "Madame, don't worry, Miss Liu is fine, the young man's punch used skill, but he stunned Miss Wang with the external force of the fist, which is a skin injury, and will not hurt the body and soul. ”

Sure enough, Wang Yiran picked up her daughter and returned to the water pavilion, and with the help of Wang Yiran, several times, the woman had slowly woken up, in addition to her embarrassed appearance, soaked clothes, faint spring light, lost a lot of face, her face and spirit were acceptable, the woman with the reverse knife struggled to stand in the water pavilion, her forehead was red and swollen, she turned her back to everyone, one hand against the pavilion pillar, the other hand covered her mouth, the slender woman who was wet all over, a pair of eyes were misty, compared to the cold and glamorous on weekdays, there was a little more Chu Chu and pitiful charm.

The girl who was not too big to join in the fun, stretched her neck, looked at the drinking boy on the path stupidly, and exclaimed: "Wow, it's really a master." ”

The scholar squinted and quickly looked at the woman's graceful back, the woman who looked like a chicken in the soup, her body was exquisite, the corners of the scholar's mouth were upturned, and she had an amazing pair of long legs.

A wave of unevenness has risen again and again.

On the rivers and lakes, the man who pays attention to the death of a lord and humiliates the ministers, and the henchmen of the various camps outside the water pavilion are among them, and the man with the horn and big bow seems to see the subtle ridicule of several peers, and for a while he is angry from the guts, and shouts, taking off the rare hard bow that has been built by the craftsman for ten years, and touching out a carved arrow from the quiver with white feathers around his waist, holding the bow like a full moon, "The villain dares to hurt my young lady, eat me with an arrow!"

Encountering shocks one after another, Wang Yiran, the owner of Hengdao Mountain Villa, has always been known for his calmness, and the sword master with "mountain weather" in his sword technique was also a little annoyed, and said angrily: "Ma Lu!

Chen Ping'an, who had already walked a hundred steps away, was just about to turn around, he was slightly stunned, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a high branch on the top of a big tree, someone was standing on the branch with his hands behind his back, the mountain wind was blowing, and the figure of the old man in black was gently swaying like water waves with the branches, which was very stylish. The two quickly looked at each other, the old man nodded in greeting, and Chen Ping'an dispelled the idea of making a move, just turned around and faced the water pavilion again.

The old man with the sword shook his figure, disappeared, and the next moment he fell on the path, like a wisp of green smoke passing by Chen Ping'an, raised his arm and stretched out a finger forward, and stood up.

A carved arrow that broke through the air was just the tip of the arrow with the finger of the old man in black, and the powerful arrow shattered inch by inch in the air, and the old man's finger was safe and sound, without the slightest abnormality.

The old man stretched out another finger, gently held the only remaining tip of the arrow that was already the end of the crossbow, and threw it away, the tip of the arrow shot away, nailing through one of the palms of the big man holding the bow, the man was also full of blood, still did not lose the horn of the big bow, the arm with blurred flesh and blood in the palm of his hand drooped down, holding the bow in one hand, staring at the round eyes, and confronting the uninvited guest fiercely.

The old man in black looked indifferent, "Walking the rivers and lakes, life and death are at your own risk! No elder has ever taught you this truth? In other parts of the rivers and lakes in the Combing Water Country, you don't talk about any rules, just let you be happy, but in my Jianshui Villa, no." ”

The young woman stood up, gave a good fortune, and respectfully said, "Ancestor." ”

Wang Yiran's face changed slightly, he hurriedly clenched his fists, bowed his head slightly, and said, "Hengdao Villa Wang Yiran, meet Song Jiansheng!"

The scholar followed, patted the girl's head, motioned her to get up to greet her, and then the scholar said loudly: "Han Yuanshan, a disciple of the Han family of Xiaozhongshan, has seen the old owner. ”

The girl has a lively temperament, no stage fright, followed her brother to draw a scoop according to the gourd, but did not bow her head, looked straight at the old fairy of the rivers and lakes who was like thunder, and said in a childish voice: "Han Yuanxue, a child of the Han family in Xiaozhongshan, has seen the old owner." ”

The old sword saint Song Yuyao appeared to show up, Song Fengshan, as the grandson of the old man, was the last to stand up, his tone did not fluctuate at all, and said slowly: "Grandpa went out a little short this time, and the grandson thought that only when Zhuangzi's side was clean and there were no guests, grandpa would be willing to come back." ”

The old man looked around, put aside a meaningful sentence of "black smoke miasma", and turned around and left with Chen Ping'an.

Song Yuyao and Chen Ping'an walked side by side, looking a little lonely with their backs to everyone, and after walking out of the road, they laughed at themselves: "The family style is so crooked, it's better than a waterfall, which makes you laugh." ”

Chen Ping'an didn't know how to answer, so he had to say some polite words that were not painful, "The people in Zhuangzi are actually fine, not as excessive as the old-timers." ”

No matter how generous and open-minded the old man is, he is not willing to publicize the ugliness of the family in front of outsiders, so he changed the topic and said: "The punch outside the water pavilion, why did you change your mind temporarily, and only use three or four points of strength? Now the younger generation of Jianghu children only talk about their own pleasure, and the old man doesn't like it very much, but you are so unhappy, and the old man really can't appreciate it. ”

Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said with a smile: "If you are not happy in your heart, you will beat someone to death with one punch, that is too domineering." What's more, I'm going to leave the Comb Water Country soon, and it's not easy for Hengdao Villa to find trouble for me. At most, I scolded the woman behind her back, and I couldn't hear it. ”

Song Yujiao turned his head to look at the young man with sincere eyes, both unexpected and reasonable, and said with a smile: "This kind of thing, for an old man of the old man's age, it's okay, half of your body is in the ground, everything is over, what else can you do? You are a fifteen or sixteen-year-old baby, old-fashioned and boring." ”

Chen Ping'an didn't refute anything, after a punch, the lingering depression in his heart was reduced a lot, and that was enough.

He remembered something and reminded softly: "The grandmother in the ancient temple who called herself the Four Evils of the Comb Water Country entered your Zhuangzi with a burly man, the old-timers should be careful. ”

Song Yuyao laughed and said: "What is this, plus the noble son of the Han family in the Water Pavilion of Fangcai, the notorious four evils of the Combing Water Country, have been gathered." ”

Chen Ping'an was puzzled: "The rest of the devil?"

Song Yujiao shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Don't say it." ”

Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine and thought about things.

The old man knew in his heart, and said frankly: "I invite you here this time, there is no intention of calculation, I just hope that such a Zhuangzi, not all of them are bastards who look like dogs, this Jianshui Villa, after all, is a place run by the old man himself, I don't want to be shit everywhere, there is a lump of water here and there, which makes the old man disgusting when he walks at home." With you as guests at home, the old man is much more pleasing to the eye. ”

Chen Ping'an couldn't cry or laugh, and this old-timer was too upright.

Chen Ping'an didn't know that Song Yuyao was burning on the rivers and lakes, in addition to the increasingly loud title of Sword Saint, there was also the nickname of "Iron Pimple" given by his peers, which meant that Song Yuyao was not smiling, this was the case in the family, and even more so in the rivers and lakes outside the home. If Song Fengshan doesn't follow Song Yuyao's character at all, he really wronged the little sword immortal, but Song Yuyao's old generation is angry, old-fashioned and pedantic, restrained, and Song Fengshan, who is dedicated to pursuing the ultimate in swordsmanship, disdains to pursue it.

Song Yuyao, an old man in his prime, has seen too many rivers and lakes and sinister people's hearts, and he is more and more sure of one thing, the truth only needs to be told to reasonable people, otherwise the rusty old iron sword on his waist is the truth of his Song Yuyao. Song Yuyao likes to travel the rivers and lakes with one person and one sword, and has seen many cutting-edge rising stars over the years, the talent is really good, but the martial arts are really bad, but they are all mixed with the wind and water, and the people who admire them are as many as carp crossing the river, Song Yuyao doesn't quite understand, thirty years, or fifty years later, the rivers and lakes will be handed over to these people, so what is the hope?

It's just that no matter how high Song Yuyao's swordsmanship is, it's just one person, and the old people of the same generation left one by one, with the old words and rules that the younger generations don't like to hear, and buried them in the mud together, and now even the old sword god of Caiyi Country, who is also an enemy and a friend, is a senior, and Song Yujiao is a little uninterested.

I feel that today's rivers and lakes, with little soup and little water, have completely lost the taste of alcohol.

An old man and a young man walked around with nothing to do, Song Yujiao suddenly said: "The people in the waterfall water pavilion are clumsy, and they can't see the level of your fist intent, but the old man can see it clearly, so say a little more, there are some problems with your current state of mind, the three realms break the four realms, it is the first big threshold for my generation of martial artists, the stronger your foundation is, once you break the mirror with the heart knot, the more likely it is to make mistakes, the momentum of the collapse of a snowy mountain is thousands of times more terrible than the mudslide on the small mountain." Little baby, you have to pay attention now!"

Chen Ping'an suddenly came to his senses, stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, pondered for a moment, turned his head and said, "Thank you for the seniors." ”

Song Yujiao thought for a while, and said some words that seemed to be off-topic, "You were kind and honest before, but for your breakthrough, it is not beautiful." According to the general number of rivers and lakes, if you hand out a punch with all your might, and the woman is seriously injured or even killed, and then provoke public anger, a bloody battle and a bloody battle, maybe it is the opportunity for you to break through the realm, which is the so-called opportunity of the gods on the mountain. ”

Chen Ping'an smiled, did not regret it, and said something very old-fashioned and suspicious, "It doesn't matter, it should be mine, I can't run away, it shouldn't be mine, I can't catch it." ”

Song Yuyao had actually been carefully observing the changes in the young man's expression, seeing that his expression was calm, his eyes were clear, and the old man nodded secretly.

The sword path that the young man in front of him and his grandson Song Fengshan believe in is very different. Although it is difficult to say who is right and who is wrong, and who can go faster and farther, Song Yujiao personally feels that a foreign boy who travels with a sword but has lame swordsmanship should have a greater appetite for himself. In the matter of educating children and grandchildren, the scholarly sect is indeed more capable than the Jianghu sect, Song Yu is convinced by this, and he devoted himself to kendo in his early years.

The old man actually didn't think that he was much better than Wang Yiran of Hengdao Villa.

Rites come out of the family, and the law comes out of the sect.

The rules of etiquette have been exposed to the real children of the world since childhood. The immortal spell, the immortal family on the mountain has been inherited in an orderly manner since ancient times.

Song Yuyao was deeply touched by this, he once traveled to Nanjian Country and had dealings with celebrities there, even if they had different personalities, they did have their own style, even if they were just powerless readers, they were ashamed of themselves.

On the side of the road between the waterfall and the Jianshui Villa, there is a beautiful pavilion with lovely eaves, hanging a plaque "Shanshui", and the couplet is "the stone is white and the water is clear and murmuring", which is simple and chic.

Song Yuyao obviously has a soft spot for this pavilion, pulled Chen Ping'an to sit on the bench in the pavilion, sitting opposite each other, the old man with the sword on his knees, and the young man with the sword behind him, one was praised by the rivers and lakes as a swordsman, and the other was now not even confident in the sword.

The view is wide, and the distant mountains are like daisies.

The mountain breeze is refreshing and refreshing.

Song Yuyao sat here quietly, and did not deliberately greet the young man politely, but just thought about his thoughts.

Grandson Song Fengshan is not ambitious about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, but more because the granddaughter-in-law is fueling the troubles, blowing the pillow wind all day long, making the grandson think that it is just a trivial matter to do, so he wants to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, and he must eat all in black and white, and even stretch his hand to the temple, otherwise with Song Fengshan's temperament, where would he pay attention to the princess of the Combing Water Country at the beginning, and if she didn't split her with a sword, she would be soft-hearted.

The saying that the four evils of the comb water country has only existed in the past ten years, and it is not widely spread in the rivers and lakes, and generally only the masters of the rivers and lakes who have reached the position of Wang Yiran have heard of it. The leader is the burly man who came to the door with the demon "Mama" this time, there is a silver halberd of the magic weapon of the immortal family, and he created a demon sect in the Combing Water Country, the second is the demon woman in the ancient temple, and then there is the child of the Han family of the small heavy mountain in the water pavilion, who was born in a famous family, but practiced magic and magic, and controlled many high-ranking officials of the Comb Water Country.

The person at the bottom of the four evils, far away in the sky and close in front of him, is Song Yuyao's granddaughter-in-law.

During Song Yuyao's long trip, she "unintentionally" Met Song Fengshan, the two carried Song Yu sintered into a couple, announced to the world, and waited until Song Yuyao returned to the villa, the wood had become a boat, the most helpless was Song Fengshan, who was obsessed with ghosts, and frankly knew the identity of his wife's demon, that time, Song Yu burned out the sword, a sword cut off the original sword of the eldest grandson, and another sword pierced the woman's abdomen, Song Fengshan lost his heart and went crazy to fight with his grandfather, Song Yuyao was angry, and a sword was going to break the tendons of this unworthy descendant, completely cut off his kendo future, and save the world from disaster in the future, but the woman was so in front of Song Fengshan, let the old man pierce the heart with a sword, although he was not killed on the spot, but it really broke the bridge of eternal life, and since then it has become a sick jar that can't even stand the spring cold.

These bullshit family door shit, Song Yu burned Xiaozhi with reason and emotion, it didn't work, and in the end, he made several swords, but he still couldn't explain the reason, and it became a confused account with no beginning and no end.

Song Yuyao sighed.

Shanshui Pavilion Shanshui Pavilion, the mountains are craggy and the water is murmuring, but the scenery is beautiful, but the world is like a storm, and it does not fulfill people's wishes.

Chen Ping'an suddenly asked, "Senior Song, can I practice boxing next at the waterfall?"

Song Yuyao didn't say a word, and casually agreed: "Why not, I'll just let it go, from the Shanshui Pavilion to the waterfall, it is already the forbidden place of Jianshui Villa, and those who cross the line will die." ”

Chen Ping'an scratched his head, a little reluctant, "I just go to practice boxing at night when no one is enjoying the scenery, I don't need to block the road during the day, otherwise it will be too unkind." ”

Song Yujiao shook his head and laughed: "Little baby, you are too unhappy, the old man has carved out a piece of land without shit on his own territory, and he still needs to reason with outsiders?"

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to say: "If the villa needs my help, the old-timers can just give an order." ”

The old man patted the iron sword on his lap, and said angrily: "The old man's sword is different from the two you are carrying." ”

Chen Ping'an looked embarrassed, took off the sword gourd, just drank wine, and didn't speak.

The old man held back a smile, put away his sword and got up, and said, "Just practice boxing, you can stay in Zhuangzi as long as you want." By the way, the taste of your wine is not good, and the old man asked you to send a few jars of flower carving to your residence, and buried a good wine for 20 years, that is the wine! What are you drinking, it is not much better than water, the key is that you still like that no matter whether there is anyone or not, you have to drink two sips if you have nothing to do, and the old man is ashamed of you. ”

The old man was on tiptoe, his figure was fluttering, and in an instant, he appeared on the high branches of the mountain forest in the distance, and after a few elegant rabbit falls, he disappears.

Chen Ping'an sat alone in the Shanshui Pavilion.

Met this predecessor twice, Chen Ping'an remembered Shen Wen, the city god of Rouge County in Caiyi Country, for no reason, although one is a pure martial artist who is well-known in the rivers and lakes, and the other is a civil official deity who enjoys incense, oh yes, plus the qi practitioner who accepted Luan Luan as an apprentice, I always feel that the three of them are a bit similar, but where are they like, Chen Ping'an can't say, anyway, after Chen Ping'an deals with them, he will feel that the wine in his wine gourd really can't buy the cheapest kind of earth burning.

Haha, it's okay, won't you be able to drink the best wine in Jianshui Villa soon?!

The key is not to spend money on Chen Ping'an!

So when Chen Ping'an left Shanshui Pavilion and returned to his residence, he was in a very good mood.

When they arrived at the courtyard, Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng saw Chen Ping'an with a festive face, and looked at each other.

Chen Ping'an happily sat at the stone table and said with a smile: "I'm going to practice boxing at the waterfall at night, which of you wants to accompany me?"

The bearded man laughed evilly: "Did you peek at the beauty bathing on the other side of the waterfall? If you can still have this beautiful scenery, count me in!"

Zhang Shanfeng blinked, "Poor Dao can help you look out for the wind." ”

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Where, I still had a conflict with someone on the other side of the waterfall, and I fought a fight, it seems to be a person from Hengdao Villa, fortunately, the old Song seniors came out and helped me stop the arrows of a servant, otherwise I estimate that I will have to fight, and then the two of you may be pulled into the ......water by me."

The bearded man sighed: "Chen Ping'an, still pull into the water, I'm a big man, you can also covet beauty?" I see that Zhang Shanfeng is still a little beautiful, I will help him go to the town to buy a set of women's clothes, and let him wander around the waterfall when the time comes, maybe I will help you be the old man of the moon who pulls the red line, and achieve a beautiful marriage......

Chen Ping'an was drinking wine and almost squirted out.

Zhang Shanfeng looked disgusted, quickly got up and stayed away from the two, and said angrily: "Rabbits don't eat the grass by the nest, it's good for you, you don't even let go of your own brothers, this is too much." ”

Chen Ping'an silently changed a stone bench and stayed away from Xu Yuanxia.

The bearded man touched his beard, "What's the matter, I can insert a knife in both ribs for my brother, and I can't change into a woman's clothes?

Zhang Shanfeng clenched his fists with both hands and begged for mercy, and walked backwards, "Poor Dao went to the house to study the classics, and you talked slowly." ”

Xu Yuanxia laughed heartily.

Chen Ping'an smiled.

Coincidentally, there was an old steward surnamed Chu outside the courtyard, who brought someone to personally bring four jars of fine wine, put it down and left, and the old man became more and more kind to Chen Ping'an.

Zhang Shanfeng actually doesn't like to drink, Chen Ping'an has to split half with Xu Yuanxia, one person and two altars. Xu Yuanxia hesitated for a moment, shook her head with a smile, "One altar is enough for me, Chen Ping'an, you take three altars." ”

Chen Ping'an was a little puzzled.

Xu Yuanxia looked around, and after noticing nothing unusual, she pointed to the vermilion wine jug on Chen Ping'an's waist, and laughed softly: "I really can't see any clues, haven't the rivers and lakes of most of my life been gone in vain, but I was embarrassed to open my mouth before, just like Zhang Shanfeng called himself Zhang Shan, who roamed the rivers and lakes, and there is a little secret?

The bearded man stretched out his finger and pointed to his eyes, "It's already a fiery eye." ”

Chen Ping'an didn't deny it, and said softly: "I've been hiding it for so long, I'm sorry for the two of you." ”

Xu Yuanxia rolled her eyes and said: ", what's wrong with this, if you are not careful, you will really be sorry for your friends." ”

Speaking of this, the bearded man looked lonely, opened a jar of dusty mountain villa wine, put it into his ordinary wine jug, and shook it after it was full, "This is not a polite word, I have suffered a lot." ”

Xu Yuanxia gulped down and drank, anyway, there was still half a jar of wine, and she would definitely be full before she got drunk!

Chen Ping'an saw that the man was in a dull mood, so he didn't say anything, and drank with Xu Yuanxia, but he drank slowly, and the man drank like a cow.

Xu Yuanxia drank a pot of wine in one go, her beard was stained with wine, wiped it casually, and asked with a smile: "Your wine jug contains the same wine, will it taste different?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and threw it to the bearded man, "Try it yourself." ”

Xu Yuanxia raised the sword raising gourd, raised her head and poured a big mouthful, and after throwing it back to Chen Ping'an, she said happily: "It's to drink a little better!"

Chen Ping'an said happily: "you! The wine I now have in this wine gourd is still the cheapest one I bought from the town, and it can be compared to the twenty-year-old Huadiao cellar in the villa?"

Xu Yuanxia was a little drunk, her face was full of red light, she stood up and swayed, walked to her room, planning to take a big nap, turned her head and grinned: "The wine of the Great Sword Immortal in the future, can it be delicious?"

Xu Yuanxia turned her head, staggered, shook her head, and said to herself: "In the future, this cowhide, I, Xu Yuanxia, can blow with people for a lifetime!"