Chen Huaiyi shook his head at Zhao Qingyao and Xiao Yinling: "Distinguished guests come to the door, please listen to the wind and the moon to prepare some good dishes, I want to have a drink with the three brothers." ”

Xiao Yinling was still a little hesitant.

Zhao Qingyao patted Xiao Yinling's shoulder: "Little Yinling'er, you accompany Brother Zhong Yi, and I will prepare wine and food." ”

Chen Huaiyi waved his hand directly: "Both of them go." ”

Xiao Yinling and Zhao Qingyao frowned at the same time and looked at Chen Huaiyi.

Chen Huaiyi met the eyes of the two little women and nodded slightly: "Go ahead." ”

Zhao Qingyao reacted and pulled Xiao Yinling away.

Waiting for the two little women to leave, Chen Huaiyi made a gesture of please: "Three brothers, please take a seat." ”

Chen Zhiyong and the three sat down on the stone bench opposite Chen Huaiyi, and asked in a deep voice: "Chen Huaiyi, you are alone with us, you are really not afraid of death?" Or are you ready to die single? ”

Chen Huaiyi shook his head and waved his hand.

On the stone table, a set of royal yellow-glazed pastel wine utensils appeared.

This set of porcelain is not a treasure, or ordinary porcelain, but the firing difficulty is very high, the carcass is light and thin, the glaze is delicate, the painting is exquisite, the materials and workmanship are top-notch, and the artistic content is not low.

In a world where Wenbao is rampant, the value is also very high.

Zhao Qingyao sent him.

Entertain guests with this set of porcelain, and entertain anyone without losing face.

Just two words - on the grade.

Chen Huaiyi set up the wine glass, took out the gourd, and poured a full pot of seven-grade green plums into the wine jug.

Wine.

Waved in front of the three.

picked up a glass in front of him, and sent it slightly with both hands: "Thanks to the mercy of the three elder brothers, let me be lucky to live for so many more days, a glass of thin wine, a little heart, and the younger brother will do it first as respect." ”

The words fell.

Look up.

Drink it all.

Chen Zhiyong and the three of them glanced at each other, and also took a drink from the wine glass.

Chen Huaiyi poured the wine again.

Toast to each other.

Three rounds of drinking.

Chen Huaiyi exhaled: "Three hard brothers, let you run one more time." ”

Chen Zhiyong shook his head: "We don't want to go on this trip." ”

Chen Zhiqiang: "But there is no way. ”

Chen Feiyun: "If you don't run this trip, we will follow in your footsteps and be expelled from the Chen family." ”

Chen Zhiyong continued: "Actually, for our three brothers, being expelled is nothing, after all, we are not even afraid of death. ”

Chen Zhiqiang: "However, we have a small family, and we have parents and children. ”

Chen Feiyun: "So, we had to go on another trip and do this against our will." ”

Chen Zhiyong picked up the wine glass again: "Brother, I borrowed flowers to offer Buddha and make amends to my brother, no matter what happens in the end, it is the three of us who are sorry for my brother and have caused so much trouble to my brother." ”

After speaking, the three brothers drank it all.

Chen Huaiyi also gave a glass in return.

Pour the wine again.

Changing the subject: "What's going on outside the door?" ”

Chen Zhiyong smiled: "There are a lot of people, even in the state city, it is rare to see such a grand scene, and the fame of the elder brother can be seen." ”

Chen Zhiqiang: "There are still some people from all over the world who have just set off, and it will take a few days to get here. ”

Chen Feiyun: "At that time, the floating population in Tunyang County may be more than that in the state city. ”

Chen Huaiyi smiled: "It can be seen that everyone's heart to learn is still very heavy." ”

Chen Zhiyong shook his head: "Xiang Xue? No, some people want to join in the fun, some people want to improve their strength, some people just want to take advantage of you, and some people have bad intentions, and they are afraid that less than one in 10,000 will come for learning. ”

Speaking of which, there are more words.

Three brothers, you say a word, I say a word, complain about the social atmosphere.

It seems that Confucianism and Taoism are respected, and everyone is eager to learn.

But the utilitarian spirit is extremely strong, and the purpose is to improve combat effectiveness, rather than learning sincerely.

For the vast majority of people, learning is just a tool to improve their combat effectiveness.

In Chen Zhiyong's words: "Don't look at our three brothers are all Jinshi scholars, but to be honest, learning is really not good, since childhood, they have gone astray, what they have learned for decades is all related to combat, and there is only one purpose, to improve the literary position, there is no mentality to concentrate on learning at all, and there is no cultivation and virtue at all." ”

Chen Zhiqiang took over the conversation: "Not only our three brothers, but also many great Confucians, they are not much stronger than us, their strength is outstanding, but their virtue is no different from the demon clan of the Savage Ice Plain." ”

Chen Feiyun sighed: "This kind of life is quite tormenting. ”

Chen Zhiyong said again: "Fortunately, with you, brother, you were born, in the eyes of our three brothers, you are the only light in this old and decayed and bloody world. ”

Chen Zhiqiang took the wine glass and drank it all again, and said with a smile: "Brother, live well, I have a hunch that you will change all this." ”

Chen Feiyun also raised his wine glass: "This world is really boring, and my brother's poetry and articles are not bad." ”

Chen Zhiyong nodded: "Brother, the road ahead is difficult, take care." ”

The voice fell.

The three Chen brothers put down their wine glasses, glanced at each other, nodded heavily, and activated Wenxin at the same time.

"Poof—"

Three soft sounds.

The three brothers' complexions were declining at the same time, aging at a rate visible to the naked eye.

There is also a pure literary qi escaping from the whole body.

In just a few breaths, the three brothers completely dissipated into heaven and earth, leaving no clothes and shoes behind.

A breeze blows.

Be neat and tidy.

Not even a of dust.

It's as if no one has ever come.

Only the stone bench has three Qiankun bags left.

Chen Huaiyi picked up three Qiankun bags with an expressionless face and hung them on his body.

Then, grab the wine gourd, tilt your head, and take a few big sips.

Instantly drunk like mud.

Stumbling and falling.

Leaning on the stone table, he roared indistinctly.

"It's a pity that you are old and decrepit, and the years are fleeting but not reversed."

“……”

"The merciful and benevolent are all miserable, but they are thieves by villains."

“……”

Roar.

Laugh three times.

Fell on his back and fell asleep.

Zhao Qingyao and Xiao Yinling heard the movement, hurried over, and helped Chen Huaiyi into the bedroom.

Undress, remove boots, cover with a quilt.

Done.

Xiao Yinling exhaled: "Little junior brother, what's wrong?" ”

Zhao Qingyao shook her head and quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of Chen Huaiyi's eyes: "It should be related to the three Chen brothers." ”

"Yes, what about the three Chen brothers?"

"In that poem."

Xiao Yinling was stunned and looked up at the sky.

in the sky.

Hype.

The scenery is vivid.

There is a picture of Chen Huaiyi riding a dragon and a phoenix.

In the picture, Chen Huaiyi looks sad and angry, although he travels around the world and looks up to the universe, he has a sense of confusion that he doesn't know where to go.

Omit Chen Huaiyi, and the scenery presented in the picture is all amazing.

The winding and mighty Yellow River.

Majestic four seas.

The Vermilion Bird, the Dragon, the White Tiger, the Xuanwu Taiyi, and the Elephant Car, are all full of mysterious and awe-inspiring colors.

There are even ghosts and gods chanting in desolate and angry voices.

When I read "The End of Compassion and Benevolence", the voice of grief and indignation shook all over the world, and the anger of grief and indignation almost broke through the sky.

Xiao Yinling was vaguely aware of what was happening, and looked back at the unconscious little junior brother, her heart tingling slightly.

How sad and indignant is the little junior brother, so that he can write such a poem with such grief and indignation soaring into the sky?

Yingzhou Chen, really damn it!