Outside Nanhua City, two people climbed a hill to face the sun, facing the ancient city bathed in the sun not far away.

Chen Jianqi looked at the scene in front of him, pointed to the distance, smiled brightly, and said, "Look! Nanhua City, we're back! ”

Li Changrong looked into the distance and also showed a smile, yes, I'm back.

Li Changrong suddenly snorted and said, "When I left, I was scared, I was wondering if it was possible that I would never come back." ”

Chen Jianqi's eyes lowered slightly, and he also recalled the feelings at the time, and couldn't help but feel a little sad, but he quickly adjusted, smiled lightly, and quipped: "It's all sword immortals, are you still afraid of these?" ”

Li Changrong wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand and said with a smile: "I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid." I was a little old at the time, neither newborn calves were not afraid of tigers, nor did I have any skills, I was afraid that I would be accidentally shot to death by some monster. Moreover, in fact, I am not a sword immortal, compared to the real sword immortal, I am still far behind. ”

Chen Jianqi thought about it when he heard this, too, the other party at that time was only thirteen years old, and his arm was slightly bent, so he could touch the top of the other party's head, and shake it twice at will, he could mess up the other party's hair, causing a burst of muttering.

Sword Immortal? It really wasn't at the time.

At that time, Li Changrong was just a newcomer who had just entered the cultivation world.

With a rough and shallow book on the bad street, he found his own qifu.

From learning to getting started, it only took an hour for the other party.

Just using the word "talent" can scare people to death.

Thinking of Li Changrong's talent, Chen Jianqi couldn't help but think of himself.

I started at the age of six and worked hard for sixteen years.

I want to set foot in the practice.

But I still haven't gotten started.

What a tragedy! Chen Jianqi sighed in his heart.

"The sword flies, swings the sword and slashes the demon to sweep away, why is it not a sword immortal? You are actually more sword immortal than many so-called sword immortals. Chen saw that Qi calmed down and said leisurely.

This is the truth, the young man next to him, who is not good-looking, has a side that is more sword immortal than a sword immortal.

Li Changrong was stunned, there was no abnormality in the corners of his eyes, and he smiled: "The young master's mouth is really powerful, no wonder Zhao women like it." ”

"Mouthful? My mouth is really good. Chen Jianqi smiled lightly and said with a deep smile: "But it's not enough to be strong-mouthed, you have to be powerful in all aspects to attract women." ”

Li Changrong only thought that the young master was boasting, and he didn't hear the deeper meaning of the other party, he praised: "The young master is amazing!" ”

Chen Jianqi shook his head, saying more on his lips, but he sighed in his heart, "If you can have half the talent for practicing swords, no, some talent, then I will be happy." ”

In less than three years, he became a sword immortal in the eyes of secular people?

Wow, that's amazing.

It's amazing.

Say envy? That must be envy, say jealousy? Occasionally, but that thought quickly dissipated.

It's not that I, Chen Jianqi, have a noble character.

Sword Immortal, how majestic, how chic.

It's just me, I don't accept my fate.

It seems that there are many people, either with words or with eyes, who are saying, "Look! That's all that person has been for the rest of his life. There will be no profit. ”

But I don't accept fate.

Chen Jianqi bent down, picked up a palm of dust, and then threw it into the wind.

The two of them looked at the smoke and dust in front of them, which were bathed in the sun, as if someone had sprinkled a handful of fine gold.

I don't accept my fate.

Waiting for the dust to fall, Chen Jianqi clapped his hands, resumed his usual cynical expression, and said: "Let's go, go home, Nanhua City in the future, there will be my scenery!" ”

……

In Nanhua City, the Chen family's mansion.

Chen Nanhua, the head of the Chen family, is writing in the study.

Nanhua City and Chen Nanhua, at first glance, have a lot to say, but in fact there is no statement at all.

It's just that Chen Nanhua's father, that is, Chen Jianqi's grandfather, hoped that his son would grow up to be the lord of Nanhua, glorify his ancestors, and revitalize the lintel, so he named him Nanhua.

The name Chen Nanhua carries the wishes of his father and grandparents.

It's a pity, though.

The reality is always so cruel, it's not a name, you can really have something.

Chen Nanhua stopped his pen, put the brush down gently, and then waited for a moment for the ink on the paper to dry completely, before holding the two corners of the paper between the index fingers and thumbs of both hands and standing in front of him.

"Well, that's good." He admires himself, revels in it.

Knock knock.

Outside the door, there were two knocks.

Chen Nanhua put down the rice paper and said, "Come in." ”

Crunch.

The door opened, and a slender old servant walked in briskly, smiling and showing kindness.

He walked to the desk and stopped with his arm away, and said without knowing whether he was bowing or not: "Master, the old servant sensed the jade pendant on the young master's body." ”

"Oh?"

Chen Nanhua, who had just placed the rice paper in a fixed position, hurriedly raised his head when he heard this, and asked, "Confirmed?" ”

The old servant smiled and nodded, "Confirmed." ”

"Okay, okay." Chen Nanhua said two good words in a row, he quickly sat down next to the old man, grabbed the old man's arm and urged: "Go, Elder Cui, let's go and meet Qi." ”

"No problem, no problem." The servant named Cui Lao hurriedly responded, and Chen Nanhua turned around and left.

Walking to the door, as soon as he stepped out of the study door, Chen Nanhua stopped.

"Master, what's wrong?" Seeing this, Cui Lao hurriedly asked.

Chen Nanhua let go of the hand that grabbed Chen Nanhua, took back the foot that stepped out of the door, straightened his back, and said, "It's okay." ”

He turned around and returned to his desk, leaving only Cui Lao, who was blank on the ground.

Chen Nanhua picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and said with a leisurely expression: "Let that stinky boy come to see me first." ”

Soon, his leisurely demeanor vanished, and he sneered: "Hmph! Divorce! Who gave him the guts?! Isn't it just that the girl of the old Wang family looks a little cold? Why can't you get married, why can't you live? Yes? Give him a tube! ”

With that, he quickly put pen to paper on the new rice paper.

Cui Lao approached, glanced at the ghost drawing talisman on the rice paper, quickly retracted his gaze, adjusted his mood, and persuaded: "Maybe after returning from the past three years of travel, the young master will be sensible and can understand your painstaking efforts, master." will obediently marry Miss Wang. ”

"Humph!" Chen Nanhua was still angry, and waited until there were more and more criss-crosses on the rice paper, and when the rice paper was covered with rice paper, he stopped his pen, smiled suddenly, and said: "Also, after going out for three years, I must have suffered a lot, and I understand that the past life was not easy, and the family has paid a lot for him, and he will definitely be willing to repay the family and marry Lao Wang's daughter." ”

"That's right, that's right, the young master must be yellow and thin now, and his clothes are in tatters, and he can't wait for the master to save him!" Seeing that the persuasion was effective, Cui Lao hurriedly helped.

"That's true! Alas! I still feel a little distressed when I think of this, my son must have suffered a lot in the past few years, he can't eat enough and don't have warm clothes, his life is embarrassing, and he looks at people's faces everywhere. Chen Nanhua sighed lightly and stepped out again.

"Let's go, let's go see him."

"It's really hard for my son."