There was a short old man in the small town school, although he was a master, but he was sloppy in clothes, his name was Chen Zhenrong, he liked to drink, and when he was drunk, he would stick his finger out into the air, sketch casually, twist and twist, and no one knew what he was writing or drawing. The drunken words are repeated, neither the official words of Da Li, nor the elegant words of Aquarius, in short, no one can understand them.

Although the old man's surname is Chen, he is not from the Chen family of Longwei County, but Chen Songfeng, who has a noble status, has a lot of respect for the old man.

Today, the sloppy old man drank wine, drunkenly walked across the stone arch bridge, walked to the blacksmith shop, and chanted loudly in his own dialect: "Fuhe Han, touch Dayue, ride the vitality, swim too empty, the clouds are steaming and the rain is flying, the sky is hanging and the sea is standing, and it is magnificent!"

When the old man arrived outside the shop, he finally didn't just break in, knowing that he ran to the Longxu River to wash his face, probably a few handfuls of cold water couldn't wash off the drunkenness, the old man simply lay on the ground, put his whole head into the cold water, shook it vigorously, and finally raised it suddenly, laughing: "Comfortable and comfortable!"

The old man stood up and sighed coldly, because he remembered the bleak situation of many Chen descendants in the town, and even gave other surnames as slaves, although the old man had no relationship with them, and he also knew that the world was hard, and he couldn't complain about the Chen children who had lost the face of their ancestors, but after all, it was the same surname, and the old man was really depressed, so he had to open the wine jug, hesitate, and after a battle between heaven and man, he looked around, and then he was like a thief again, sneakily took a sip of wine, and muttered: " If it is in Nanpo Sazhou, as long as there are well-documented descendants of the Chen family, they will be depressed again, where will they be reduced to making cattle and horses for people, but they will lose the face of the mellow Chen family. ”

When the old man said this, he slapped himself inexplicably, "The old shameless thing, and I can't control my mouth, I say that I will drink it if I don't drink it!"

The old man slapped him, laughed, simply broke the jar, and drank two more sips, but he gave himself two painless slaps.

After drinking two large sips of the mellow wine bought from the beautiful woman, the old man was finally satisfied, and walked straight into the blacksmith shop, shouting Ruan Qiong's name loudly, and soon Ruan Qiong walked out of a sword furnace, took off the cowhide skirt around his waist, and threw it to the young man with long eyebrows behind him.

As soon as the old man saw this Ruan family saint who was born in the Fengxue Temple, he began to smash the field, "Ruan Qiong, you are not as good as Qi Jingchun, you are really far inferior to Qi Jingchun......

Ruan Qiong didn't care about this, as if he had long been accustomed to it, and he didn't even say hello to the old man, and was still silent, but the young man with long eyebrows behind him frowned, but he couldn't bear it.

Ruan Qiong led the way in front, and the old man walked side by side with him, unwilling to let go of Ruan Qiong's ears, like a market aunt who was chattering in pieces, this time the old man used the orthodox elegance of Po Suozhou, which had a unique charm, "Ruan Qiong, look at Qi Jingchun, the context where he is located is so targeted by us, but he is willing to repay his grievances with virtue and help take care of the Kai tree." ”

"If it were me, let Chen see the grave tree for that girl first, and then turn around and step on it again, so that we can rejoice in the air, wouldn't it be happy? It's a pity that Qi Jingchun is a righteous gentleman and doesn't do this kind of thing. ”

"So when someone goes to our ancestor to reason, even if he steals a round of sun from the ancestor's shoulder, the ancestor is still unwilling to tear his face and let him 'borrow' it for a hundred years. ”

"Look at you again, it's really not me talking about you, depressed, Taoist cultivation has not advanced an inch, and in the end I have accepted three or two kittens and puppies as a disciple of the mountain, and I will say that this little long eyebrow, relying on the family's qi, how many years of good times can it be? a hundred years, or two hundred years?"

When the old man said this, he smiled at the young man with long eyebrows, and the young man who was confused was originally a little annoyed, disgusted that the old man did not respect his master enough, but when the old man showed him the kind look of the elders, the young man of the Xie family, who ate soft and not hard, had to nod slightly, not knowing that this old fox's stomach was bad, in fact, he was saying bad things about him.

The old man followed Ruan Qiong to a roof, and there were several small bamboo chairs with emerald green side by side, and after the three of them sat down, the old man snorted coldly: "The little girl who lacks her thumb is so stupid that she is a mess, is it really your fellow believer?"

"The last one is even more ridiculous, a wild boar essence, but turned into a handsome young boy, haha, Ruan Qiong, Ruan Qiong, Lao Tzu is about to be laughed off by you, you don't feel ashamed, I'm ashamed for you!"

Ruan Qiong finally spoke, "Are you finished?" ”

Ruan Qiong asked the young man of the Xie family to get up and get the wine.

"Please let me drink? This is okay, and I don't want to drink it myself, I just follow the local customs, and the guests follow the host, which is the hospitality of your saint, this kind of wine, drink, drink greatly!"

The old man sat on the bamboo chair and turned to Ruan Qiong, "But drinking is drinking, and collecting apprentices is collecting apprentices, since you have left the small hill of Fengxue Temple, and you are finally going to open a mountain and establish a faction, now that the mountain is there, it is time to discuss the matter of opening the mountain's great disciples, it really doesn't work, Lao Tzu will find you three apprentices, and they will be changed, all of them will be changed! Even if it is only among the children of the Chen family in my Po Continent, I guarantee that it is stronger than your current three registered disciples." ”

Ruan Qiong was unmoved, "I accept disciples, I don't look at talent, I don't pay attention to roots, I only choose the heart." ”

The old man said angrily: "I know that it is such a bastard wording, you Ruan Qiong is a stinky stone in a thatched pit." ”

Ruan Qiong smiled and said, "Then you Chen Zhenrong are still friends with me?"

Previously, Ruan Qiong was able to replace the Confucian Qi Jingchun in charge of Lizhu Dongtian as a soldier, which was certainly related to Ruan Qiong's very high realm, but the mellow Confucian Chen clan actually contributed a lot behind the scenes.

Ruan Qiong never denied anything.

"Lao Tzu is willing, can you manage you?!"

The old man turned around angrily and shouted: "What about the wine, why hasn't the hospitality wine come yet, what's the matter with that kid, is he sincerely angry with ......me?"

Ruan Qiong saw his old friend who was babbling all the way, and asked with a smile: "Why, when you arrived in Longquan County, you didn't feel happy when you saw the situation of the two Chen descendants in the town?

"Don't mention this, Wohuo. ”

The old man sighed and glanced at Ruan Qiong with squinted eyes, "What about you, for the sake of Xiuxiu, you originally wanted to hide Qingjing, but now it's good, but it has become a land of right and wrong, are you okay?"

Ruan Qiong shook his head and said, "It's okay, there are wrong moves." ”

The old man sneered: "It's okay to have hard bones, but don't have a hard mouth." ”

Ruan Qiong said softly: "If there is trouble, I will definitely not be polite to you." ”

Out of the corner of the old man's eye, he caught a glimpse of the girl in Tsing Yi coming from a distance, and the young man of the Xie family beside her, who brought wine together.

The old man immediately smiled and waved his arm at the girl, "Xiuxiu, come on, come on, alas, why do you turn your head and leave, don't go, Xiuxiu, is there a man you like? If not, I'll help you find it, don't pick a man in such a big fart place as Aquarius, a barbarian place where birds don't, what good man can there be, Fengxue Temple Wei Jin and Dali Song Changjing, it's not bad, but it's a little older, so if you want to find it, you can find it in our Nanpo Zhou...... Alas, Xiuxiu is far away. ”

The old man hung his head, but fortunately, there were two pots of wine sent by the young man with long eyebrows, one pot was placed at his feet, and the other pot was opened, and he raised his head and drank it.

Ruan Qiong took the flask, but he had no intention of drinking, "You mellow Chen, look around, didn't you just find Cao Jun? If I'm not mistaken, he's already in his early 100s, right?"

The old man said anxiously: "What's wrong with Cao Jun, I think it's very good, if it wasn't for being framed in the early years, it is no worse than Wei Jin, and there are more than one or two great sword immortals who are late bloomers in history." Alas, if you want to blame it, blame his old ancestor Cao Xi, his ability is not big enough, it is our Chen family's disciple, with this talent and qualification, see who dares to stumble?"

Ruan Qiong didn't speak, and he had a very bad impression of Cao Jun.

The old man sighed: "I'm surprised, the same surname, how can people from this side of the town be so miserable." So where did all that luck go? In the past two thousand years, there have been people with the surname Chen who have soared in Aquarius or other continents?"

Ruan Qiong thought for a while, "It doesn't seem to be." ”

The old man suddenly thought, "That's right." But just in case......"

Ruan Qiong was like a great enemy, and almost rebuked: "When did you Chen Zhenrong become such a philistine?!"

The old man stretched out a palm, and it turned out that his five fingers had been trembling, "I can't draw a real dragon, I can only draw some soft four-legged snakes, and it's really good, I will change the name to fake it in the future." ”

He took a sip of wine and said helplessly: "This matter, if it was before, I could still be of some use in talking, but now I can't." ”

Ruan Qiong said angrily: "The dignified and mellow Chen clan ......"

The old man interrupted Ruan Qiong's words, "Which family is not full of mud and sand, within the Confucian and Taoist systems, there are no saints, gentlemen, and sages, and there is no difference between high and low? Not to mention that this matter is not as dirty as you think." ”

Ruan Qiong was silent, and his heart was heavy, like a mountain pressing on his heart.

When manpower is exhausted, so are saints.