"Zhuang, Zhuang, go and see the old man who is here to see the calligraphy and painting, the sun has run overhead, and there is no one in sight, and no one is playing like this." Liu Yuan angrily yelled at the strong man at the door, and asked Zhuang to go again to see if the calligraphy and painting were finished.

Yes, Liu Yuan has been waiting for half a morning, and saying that it is half a morning means that Liu Yuan has been from getting off the sedan chair to the current time, in fact, it should be a whole morning, because Liu Yuan also spent half a morning on the way here. After arriving at a small conference hall, Liu Yuan ushered in a person who had never seen a housekeeper, and that person directly asked Liu Yuan to sit in the empty leaky hall and drink water until now.

Just after the only living person in the room was taken away by Liu Yuan, Liu Yuan suddenly felt a gust of evil wind hitting his head, and when he looked up, he saw a bright sword stabbing straight down towards his eyes, where has Liu Yuan seen this battle, the assassin Liu Yuan has seen a lot, and even he has been a variety of assassins, but it is all in the game, where has the ordinary social waste dick in reality encountered the situation of someone assassinating him, but fortunately, Liu Yuan is also a veteran who has experienced the battle of life and death, and a scream can still be issued. Liu Yuan, who didn't have time to dodge, subconsciously blocked his hands in front of his face.

The left hand was in front, and he instantly felt pierced by the cold sword, and he didn't feel the touch of blood falling down the palm of his hand, and the right hand in the back was pierced by the cold sword again, all Liu Yuan could do was scream and watch the tip of the sword stab into his eyes little by little, little by little, little by little...... Hey, why did this sword stop?

Liu Yuan found that he was not stopped by Lao Liu's time, and the blood droplets on his hands were still dripping on his face, itchy, wet, and sticky, but this sword really didn't move? Liu Yuan's throat began to itch and hurt, his chest was also out of breath because he kept screaming, and Liu Yuan's adrenaline also stopped secreting because the sword did not continue to pierce his eyes. Liu Yuan, who stopped screaming, took a step back suspiciously and pulled out his hands, the field of vision in front of his face became wider, and a swordsman in white appeared in front of Liu Yuan's eyes.

"It is said that Liu Yuan, you don't know the pain, you won't die, it seems that the rumors are not bad at all." A young man has been holding the short sword flat, and when Liu Yuan pulled out his hand, the young man withdrew the short sword, shaking it in a chic way, and he didn't know what technique was used to return the sword itself as a sword, and he saw that the blood stains on the front of the sword were shaken off instantly, and the clear and bright short sword was retracted into the scabbard on the waist by the young man in a chic manner.

Liu Yuan didn't know the young man opposite, but Liu Yuan knew the sword, which was similar to the sword used by Liu Yuan and Wang in the battle between Shu Twenty at that time, which showed that this pretending gesture of Sao Nian must also be the little cub of the scholar. Liu Yuan was tough when he identified the person opposite, as long as the opposite person was not the assassin of the calligrapher's opponent who came to assassinate the scholar's family, otherwise Liu Yuan was afraid that the other party would kill himself regardless of it, which would be more troublesome.

"Boy, who are you? Forget it, I don't want to know who you are, kneel down and apologize, otherwise, we will only have one of us who can walk out of this hall vertically today. Saying that, Liu Yuan couldn't maintain his hard momentum, because the wound on his hand had been bleeding, and it was early in the morning since the last time he ate, and he couldn't recover from his injury now, Liu Yuan planned to tear off a piece of cloth from his body to stop the bleeding, but he didn't know if the tendons in his palm were injured, and his hands just couldn't use their strength. Liu Yuan looked around, a few tables, a few chairs are all the things in the hall, Liu Yuan scolded secretly, there is not even a tablecloth on the seat of this scholar, Liu Yuan who has no choice can only stare at the guy opposite again, it is impossible to go out to find something, just now Liu Yuan let go of his own words, only one can go out vertically, and now Liu Yuan will run out immediately, isn't it that he slapped himself in the face, then Liu Yuan would rather bleed to death.

The calligrapher young man on the opposite side stopped watching the play at this time, and said the second sentence from his appearance to the present:

"That, Liu Yuan, do you need to help?" As he spoke, the young man pulled out his short sword slightly, and at the same time gestured with his chin to Liu Yuan's clothes that had not been torn just now.

"Oh, okay, you cut it here, let me tear off a piece of cloth as a bandage, oh, one is not enough and you need another, you cut it here too." Liu Yuan propped up his clothes and instructed the young man to cut bandages on his clothes with a sword.

Liu Yuan, who couldn't use his hands, finally bandaged his hands with the help of the young man opposite. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the atmosphere between the two was not so tense, and after cleaning up, Liu Yuan shouted loudly, planning to let Zhuang wash the blood stains on his body with some water, and then send some food to recover the injuries on his hands.

"That, Liu Yuan, you don't have to shout, the people around here have been dispersed." The young man sitting next to him said.

"Ah, dispersed? Why disperse them? Also, what's your name, why did you bring me a sword just now when we met? Liu Yuan heard the young man's words, turned his head suspiciously and asked.

"Ahem," the young man said after a few fake coughs, "of course the purpose of dispersing those outsiders is to say something hidden to you, and as for what my name is, then I can't say it, I'm here to help someone pass the word, but if you know my name and tell the patriarch to know, it won't be good for me." The young man was a little embarrassed, after all, it was the most basic courtesy for people here to meet and exchange names.

"Okay, none of this matters, you tell me, why did you bring me a sword when you met." Liu Yuan thought that he was now covered in blood and the calligrapher opposite him didn't dare to say his name, so he was a little angry.

"Hey, didn't they all say that Liu Yuan is not afraid of pain and won't die, I just want to see with my own eyes if it's true." The young man on the other side was a little embarrassed.

"I'm not afraid of pain, but it doesn't mean that I like to be casually slashed," said Liu Yuan, who raised his hand and said:

"Don't talk about whether it hurts or not, look at it, the wound on this hand, and the blood all over my body, I don't have trouble taking a bath, and your scholar is also sick, how can anyone who waits for a bath come from the aunt, you want to use a young maid, young, okay!" In the end, Liu Yuan's resentment broke out again. As a result, the book on the other side was nameless, thinking that Liu Yuan was angry and gave him a sword, and hurriedly explained:

"Actually, I'm here to verify whether Liu Yuan can make the patriarch live forever, so that you won't be bored and give you a sword."

Liu Yuan was confused, how did this topic come together? I was obviously condemning the other side for not saying my name and being rude, why did it become a prerequisite for the other side to verify whether he was qualified?

"What do you mean? No, I mean you're done? You won't wait to stab me a few more times, will you? As he spoke, Liu Yuan turned sideways away from the nameless youth and assumed a defensive posture.

The nameless young man stood up, Liu Yuan slipped and shrank in the chair subconsciously, and said to the young man who was not a name:

"What do you want to do, I can tell you, you scholar Shu Twenty has been defeated by me, you have provoked me, I don't know what I can do."

As a result, the book didn't dare to say the name, and bowed down directly, and said:

"I represent...... On behalf of myself, I implore Liu Yuan that you can leave the Shu family, please don't teach our patriarch to live forever, otherwise, our Shu family will be destroyed. ”

Kindness? Liu Yuan, who was shrunk in the chair, looked confused, what is the situation?

"What are you kidding? Oh, I see, are you guys playing some spoof game? Cameras, where are the camera mounts? "Isn't it just a joke, Liu Yuan will too, no, Liu Yuan will use a spoof variety show.

"What are you talking about, oh, Liu Yuan, don't you believe it?" The scholar didn't understand Liu Yuan's words, but he saw ridicule in Liu Yuan's eyes.

"Believe, why don't I believe what you say, I still have to ask you, how did you know that I could wipe out the book house with a wave of my hand?" Liu Yuanxin is a ghost in the words of the guy, people now, which mobile phone does not have a national anti-fraud APP, such a rough scam Liu Yuan is not a two-year-old child, how can he be fooled.

With such an obvious mocking tone, how could the book not be felt.

"Hey......" Shu Wuming slowly straightened up, pretended to be old and sighed, sat back in his original position, thought about it, and said to Liu Yuan, who had been watching his performance:

"Actually, it's not to blame Liu Yuan that you don't believe it, but if you listen to me tell me the reason for this, you will understand, what I said is not an exaggeration at all."

Liu Yuan looked at the young man possessed by the drama spirit, and motioned to the nameless book, please start the performance.

"Before you said that, Liu Yuan, you knew about the patriarchal system of our calligrapher, right? After all, this is not a secret to all families. The young man began to enter the misunderstanding of chatting with Liu Yuan, and he started with a question sentence as soon as he came up.

"Huh? Isn't it passed on from Lao Tzu to his son? What kind of system is this, and it's not a company. "Liu Yuan heard for the first time that there is a system for family inheritance, and even after the death of the ancient emperor, didn't he use the edict to designate a son as the successor.

"No, no, we don't need that kind of rotten system, since Liu Yuan, you don't know, then I'll probably tell you, this is also the premise of what I just said." The young man adjusted his sitting posture and could see that at this time, the young man should be used to taking a sip or something, but on the empty table, only Liu Yuan had a cup of honey water in front of him. The young man licked his lips, and could only continue:

"Our scholar family is a motivated family, and the election of the family patriarch is also a kind of progress. We see each generation as a class, and if you want to compete for the patriarch, you can build your own circle and then compete with other competitors for the position of patriarch. For example, now that our uncles have several candidates for the patriarch, we can wait for the old patriarch to abdicate before we can do the final competition. And the patriarch contenders of my generation are still accumulating credit, building circles, waiting for their fathers to become patriarchs, and only then will our third generation begin to compete for the position of patriarch candidate. ”

"Wow, the competition between your patriarchs is really bloody, it sounds a bit like raising Gu, but what does this have to do with me?" Liu Yuan listened to it for a long time, but he didn't realize what role he could play in it.

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It's already halfway through February, and when I write this sentence I realize that there are only twenty-eight days in the month, so it's already halfway through. I remembered that in the past, my colleague said that he was going to leave his job a year ago, but he was still working after the new year, I asked him why he was still there, and he said that there were only 28 days in February, but he got a whole month's salary, so he couldn't take advantage of it. I was shocked and said that I would remember this workplace knowledge for the rest of my life.

The plot of the calligrapher is about to end, although it is said that it is immediate, but it is also necessary to carefully lay out the contradictions, otherwise, the behavior of the characters will be unreasonable. So, anyway, it's about to start the real adventure (ฅ ́ω'ฅ)

For the sake of my clever plot arrangement, why can't you give me some encouragement? (ฅ ́ω'ฅ) Please, all your support is especially important for newcomers!! (ฅ´ω`ฅ)