"Wen Gongzi be careful!"

There was an exclamation from the room, it was Lingyu,

It turned out that she was hiding in the house and had been secretly observing the two people in the yard.

Wen Chen was slightly distracted, and the speed of dodging slowed down by half a beat in an instant, and when he turned sideways, he saw a sharp sword against his chest, stabbing it, and directly passing through the thin shirt on his body!

The long sword is in slight contact with the skin, and it is unusually cold!

When he saw the face of the comer, Wen Chen was taken aback, it was Mr. Mo, the eldest brother who had accompanied Emperor Jingren to confer the honor on Wen Yuli, the king of Zhennan!

He's really back?!

"Holy! You are crazy? A little off, and I'll see Hades! ”

The old man's hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and the other hand held the wine jug, his eyes were slightly misty, and it seemed that he was a little overhead.

Raising his neck and taking a sip, he looked at Wen Chen and said lightly, "Listen to Red Sleeves, do you want to learn swords?" ”

Wen Chen laughed, "It's not a cheap learner, it's a ...... to learn swordsmanship."

Mr. Mo nodded slightly, "Look at it, the old man will only teach it once." ”

After that, he slowly pulled out the long sword sandwiched in Wen Chen's clothes, stood like a pine, and let out a long breath of turbidity, the back of the long sword and the back of the shoulder, in a sword style.

Wen Chen's face was straight, he had heard Red Sleeves boast about how powerful this old man's swordsmanship was on weekdays, and if he had the opportunity today, he had to observe carefully.

But for some reason, I always felt a little apprehensive in my heart, and it seemed that the meeting between the two was a little hasty.

Mr. Mo seemed to be in a hurry.

The figure in front of him suddenly flickered, and the long sword in his hand was like a part of graphite's body, completely fused with it!

Huhuhuhu-

The sound of breaking the air keeps coming!

Wen Chen's pupils shrank, the person in front of him was exquisite, the sword light was like electricity, looking at his sword dancing posture, vertical and horizontal, momentum like a tiger, compared to the feminine and delicate of the red sleeves, more is the destruction of the big opening and closing, even if there is no opponent in front of him, it also gives people an unrivaled shock!

An old man named Hanako, who has never been in shape, has such skills, which always makes people feel disobedient.

Every sword is slashed, just like the bravery of ten thousand armies taking the head of the enemy general!

It's like crisscrossing the battlefield, leading thousands of troops and horses to break through the surging enemy camp!

It's like an old swordsman in the rivers and lakes who wantonly vents the grievances and twists and turns in his heart for decades!

Wen Chen saw not only the moves themselves, but also all the stories of Mr. Mo's life.

I felt more and more emotion in my heart, and I couldn't help but chant loudly:

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp.

Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the autumn soldiers on the battlefield!

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.

But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death.

Poor white happens! ”

The red-sleeved body trembled slightly, his eyes looked at the high-spirited young man beside him, and he shook his head silently.

He probably didn't know that he couldn't pretend to be murderous, right......

The sword is closed, and the figure is quiet.

With a wave of his arm, he flung the sword in his hand and inserted it into the stone brick at Wen Chen's feet.

He was breathing a little lightly, probably because he was getting older, and his strength was also decreasing.

The sentence in my ear, 'But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death, poor white ......' became louder and louder, and in a trance, my heart was sad.

"Did you learn?"

Wen Chen spread his hands and pursed his lips, "Not really." ”

Mr. Mo was not angry, and took out a half-broken book from his sleeve and threw it over.

"I've sent you, the essence of Zhu Yushu is in it."

Wen Chen picked up the torn book and flipped through it left and right, and the paper stubble left behind in the second half of the book was obviously torn off not long ago.

"Why only half a copy?"

"You don't need the second half."

"What is it? The art of double cultivation? Wen Chen said curiously.

Mr. Mo looked at him deeply, "The Art of War." ”

"Oh......" Wen Chen nodded slightly, "Then you really don't need to teach." ”

Sun Tzu's Art of War is only a few thousand words, which is much easier to remember than the Dream of Red Mansions and the like.

However, Mr. Mo understood a different meaning, picked up the wine jug from the ground, and glanced at the stone table beside him.

"Drink for a while?"

Wen Chen raised his eyebrows, "Okay! ”

The two of them sat around the table, without appetizers, just a pot of old wine for one person, and they drank it dry.

Red Sleeves stood silently aside, very respectful.

"Your Majesty has also returned?"

Mr. Mo tapped lightly on the table and corrected, "It's the old man who came back with His Majesty." ”

"That's different!" Wen Chen laughed, picked up the small jar beside him and took a sip.

The old man sighed slightly, and suddenly changed the topic, "The old man did carpentry in the Yanzhou area thirty years ago, and his craftsmanship is exquisite, and his reputation is excellent......

"Oh......"

Wen Chen replied casually, just chatting and not caring.

It is not surprising that Mr. Mo has a wealth of experience, monks, Taoist priests, and even beggars.

"But the old man has never done carpentry work, making furniture, not painting, and leaving his livelihood to the craftsmen who make lacquer."

"Lay the door well, and don't install the door nails, and leave the rest of the work to the small workers who specialize in installing door nails."

"Once I helped someone to make a cabinet, and after it was finished, the owner asked the old man, why didn't he put the handle on it together, isn't this a gesture for the old man? What do you think the old man answered him? ”

Wen Chen laughed twice, "Big brother, is this testing me?" ”

"You say yes."

"You can't do everything, you have to leave a way for others to live, that's true for carpenters, it's the same for business, am I right?"

Graphite nodded with satisfaction, "Acquaintance with Jun Chu is like returning from an old friend, the old man didn't mistake you." ”

Seeing the situation in Tan Mansion during the day, he had actually answered his question, but the old man was still a little uneasy, so he asked again.

"I'm not curious about what my eldest brother thought when he was a carpenter, but I wonder why you want to see through the red dust and become a monk since you claim to sleep a girl a year?"

"Master didn't see through the red dust, but fell in love with the nuns in the temple." Red Sleeves covered his mouth and smiled.

Mr. Mo's old face turned red, "Don't talk nonsense, that's called admiring Buddhism!" ”

The corners of Wen Chen's mouth twitched, you really opened my eyes, little brother!

"And what about later? Did it become? ”

The old man glanced at him noncommittally, "Don't say! ”

"Oh, I see, that's it!"

Mr. Mo rubbed his eyebrows lightly, and suddenly looked at Wen Chen seriously, and asked the same question as the previous Red Sleeves.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Wen Chen was stunned, why did this old man seem to be here to say goodbye today?

"What's the matter, big brother, are you terminally ill?"

"Phew! If you die, the old man won't die! Graphite glared and scolded angrily.

"I'm just saying, if you have a terminal illness, we have to quickly break the vow of living and dying together, otherwise I will suffer more!" Wen Chen said with a hippie smile.

"Answer the old man's question well!" Graphite said with a serious expression.

Wen Chen touched his chin, glanced at the master and apprentice, and asked rhetorically, "What does the eldest brother want me to do?" ”

The two must have come prepared, otherwise they wouldn't have kept repeating the same questions.

I saw Mr. Mo's eyes narrow, and he said in a deep voice, "Those who are blessed with heaven should do the right thing for heaven!" ”