Holy Hand Lao Li is not a mouse, so naturally he can't live in the underground pit all his life.

He walked out of a secret passage in the back rooms of the hospital and came to a small courtyard in the city.

A young man of fifteen or sixteen years old was reading under the eaves of the house, and when he saw him coming out of the house, he immediately put down his book, bowed, and called out to Master.

This young man is the only successor of Lao Li, named Yu Liang, and he has learned Lao Li's four things.

"Apprentice, you go to the Drunken Immortal Fang and make an appointment with the swordsman. ”

After Lao Li explained, Yu Liang was about to leave, but he stopped him again.

"Look at your look, it seems that something is unclear?"

"Master, that Ye senior is also your friend, why did you ask him to die?"

"How did it become a death?"

"Hey, Master, the apprentice is not stupid! Even Senior Ye seven years ago, when he met that swordsman, it was customary to lose a game, let alone now that he has withdrawn from the rivers and lakes for seven years?"

"How could Master let him die...... He has withdrawn from the rivers and lakes, so naturally he will not go to the swordsman to duel himself. Master expected that he would inevitably call Fang Zimo's helper, as long as the surnamed Fang made a move, the swordsman would still be able to win?"

"Wow, Master, you are really cunning!"

"This sycophant is good, do it again. ”

"Master, you are really a wise and martial artist!"

Yu Liang stood still, and watched as his master raised his slap......

"Why don't you go yet?"

"There's a question that I still can't figure out when I think about it. ”

"If you don't know, how many times do you have to repeat such a simple truth for the teacher?"

"Senior Ye obviously had a strong internal strength at that time, as well as superior swordsmanship, why did he keep losing?"

"Well, because he's sick. ”

Yu Liang was stunned, scratched his scalp, and asked, "Could it be that my medical cultivation is too shallow and I haven't found his symptoms?"

Lao Li stretched out his finger and pointed at the apprentice's head and said, "He is sick here, and the root of the illness is the useless swordsmanship, which is said to have been passed on to him by an unknown old man in a certain mountain, and I don't know if it's true or not." Before he practiced this sword technique, just with the one hundred and sixteen hands of the Yu Wang Sword's one hundred and sixteen hands chasing light and shadow breaking sword technique, and the Shangqing Sect Supreme Sword Technique of the Guanyun Dao Master, he had already won the Lingyun Sword Immortal Fang Zimo. But after he learned the useless swordsmanship, it was as if he had gone mad...... The sword is messy, there is no order, and you can't make ten moves against people......! A swordsman with outstanding swordsmanship plummeted, and later, the people in the rivers and lakes called him 'useless in the world', and he had no way to go at all, and the most regrettable thing was to lose the Dingfeng Bo Sword Club...... It's over, it's ruined. ”

Yu Liang was frightened, and asked blankly: "Master, this disease is too terrible, is there a way to cure it?"

"What are you doing with this flustered face?"

"I'm afraid, what if I get it, I don't want to be a waste!"

"You fool still want to go mad? Do you know that in the twenty years of being a teacher, I have seen a genius in the sky, with his pearl and jade in front, even Fang Zimo, who made the sword first in Chang'an, is nothing...... Ye Yunsheng, Ye Yunsheng, can make the Guanyun Daoist not hesitate to violate the teachings of the Shangqing Sect Du Tianshi, and pass on to him the Holy Sword Technique that only the Heavenly Master can transmit, which can be said to be the only person in the entire rivers and lakes for hundreds of years. ”

The pair of masters and apprentices fell silent for a while.

In the end, the master slapped the apprentice on the head and scolded: "Foolish people talk about dreams, and they have to choose qualifications to go crazy, so do you still want to be like him?"

The futile ran away, but his mouth was muttering, "Call me a fool, why do you want to be my master?"

was so angry that Lao Li jumped to his feet.

............

Yu Liang went to the Drunken Immortal Fang first, the swordsman was alone, looking gentle and elegant, low-key, a very ordinary long sword rested on the table in the guest room, and asked him for tea, not at all because Yu Liang was young, let alone because he wanted to deal with the Holy Hand Lao Li, he gave him a cold word.

However, the heirs of the Holy Hand in the rivers and lakes will naturally not be naïve to think that getting along with the two is just a neighbor's gossip, and the hatred that should be talked about in the rivers and lakes must be written in blood.

After negotiating the duel, he ran to the East City.

Ye Yunsheng sets up a stall in a fixed location every day, and it is easy to find.

Yu Liang hadn't come to his side before, but this was the first time, and he saw it from afar, but he stopped his hurried footsteps and was stunned for a while.

He never imagined that the man standing behind the stove in the distance would be the only Tianzhong wizard he had seen in the rivers and lakes in the master's mouth in the past twenty years!

The man wore a bamboo hat on his head, a short jacket, a shabby belt greasy and a linen apron, a pair of linen pants that only reached the calf, and a pair of straw sandals on his feet. He was not athletic, he looked a little thin, his back was not broad, his arms were not thick, his ordinary face was behind the heat coming out of the pot, he was flickering, his thick black eyebrows, his godless eyes, and his messy beard around his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were no longer visible.

Yu Liang stayed for a long time because he couldn't believe it.

"Ye senior. ”

Ye Yunsheng looked at him, didn't smile, only nodded and said, "You are Lao Li's apprentice?"

"Yes, my name is Yu Liang. ”

"Have you made an appointment?"

"It's an appointment, tomorrow at midnight, Baimapo outside Chang'an City. ”

"What is the origin of the other party?"

"This master doesn't know, I saw him, he was quite young, and he didn't tell him when I asked him last time. ”

"Who did your master save and provoke him?"

"Wanhua pen Dong Tai Sui. ”

"It's still Dong Taisui, didn't they all call him Dong Si seven years ago? Lao Li is really losing money, his eyes are full of copper smell, and he can even save such a lewd snake. ”

Yu Liang only smiled, making Ye Yunsheng feel annoyed when he looked at it.

"Do you eat noodles?"

"Huh?" "Why did you talk about eating noodles?" ”

"You can eat another bowl. Ye Yunsheng put the noodles into the pot, and then said to him: "Go and sit at the table, it's okay for a while." ”

What kind of road is this? Yu Liang was puzzled and went to the table and sat down.

Ye Yunsheng put the noodles into the bowl, added an additive, put it on the table, and then said to Yu Liang, who was staring at the bowl in a daze: "Help me look at the stall after eating." I'll come when I go. ”

"Huh?"

"You know how to burn noodles, right?"

"Yes, yes, it will ......"

"Okay, I don't charge you for this bowl of noodles, ten yuan for a bowl, remember to put the money you have collected, and you will give it to me when you come back." ”

He took off his apron and put it on the stool, turned and left.

promised Fang Zimo something, I did it first, and then I said, if I die tomorrow, at least I didn't lose my brother's trust.

Ye Yunsheng didn't think about finding Fang Zimo to help him go to the duel, he didn't have the face to appear in front of Fang Zimo, let alone ask the other party for help.

Tomorrow should be the end of this life.

Seven years have passed in ordinary days, and he is not used to thinking deeply, there are so many things that have happened in the past two days that he is a little overwhelmed.

After returning home and changing into a clean robe, and after glancing at his wife, he put down the idea of taking a sword, and without much explanation, he went to the city.

The Zhao Mansion is one of the largest households in Chang'an City, and there are more than 20 people in the nursing home, but it is really impossible to talk about how high the martial arts are, but no one lacks the heart to find trouble outside Zhao Yuan.

Led by the housekeeper, entering the main hall of the third entrance, Zhao Yuanwai actually stood on the steps to greet the guests, which made Ye Yunsheng impressed. He made a fist salute, and then bent down to salute, one is to represent his identity as a guest in the rivers and lakes, and the other is to respect the host's family.

Zhao Yuanwai came over and held his hand, and said with a smile: "Fang Daxia has always respected Mr. Ye, and there is no one else above Mr. Ye in the rivers and lakes in terms of swordsmanship...... Please. ”

"Please do not work!"

The two entered the hall and sat down, and the maidservant girl put on the pastry and stood aside to order tea—the woman was still young, with a graceful posture and a beautiful face, and for a time it became an elegant scene.

Ye Yunsheng looked at his toes silently and did not move the pastries on his plate.

Zhao Yuanwai smiled and said: "My son is seven years old, still young, has always liked to practice martial arts, and the old man also has a lot of envy for the chivalrous and righteous people in the rivers and lakes, and when he was young, he also had the idea of walking the rivers and lakes, but unfortunately he was burdened by his family background, and he could only live this mediocre life. The old man doesn't interfere much with what my son thinks, but he just hopes that what he has learned is excellent, and as for whether he can succeed, it depends on his own creation, not force. ”

Ye Yunsheng nodded and said: "Ye Mou's master is the master of the Yu Wang Sword and the Shangqing Sect Guanyun Dao Chief, a set of one hundred and sixteen hands chasing light and shadow breaking sword techniques, the master once said first, and he can pass on one person in the world." Therefore, as long as Ling Lang learns the sword to get started, Ye can teach this set of swordsmanship. ”

During the conversation, the maidservant had finished ordering tea and served the tea bowls separately.

The tea soup is green, there are tree shadows swaying with the wind on the cup wall, the peak of the noodle soup is steep, and there is a bright moon leaning against the sky.

He praised it, tasted it, the tea flavor is strong, vaguely the nine-leaf dream of Zhongnan Mountain, it is said that this tea has nine leaves, one leaf and one dream, you can taste all the flavors of life.

It's just that when it comes to the mouth, it's just a mouthful of tea.

"Mr. Ye, can you pass on the swordsmanship of the Lu Immortal to Wu'er?"

When he said it, he originally wanted to say that this swordsmanship is nearly a thousand moves, which is not something that ordinary people can learn, but in the blink of an eye, Zhao Yuanwai is not a martial artist, and he will die tomorrow, so why bother......

"When Ling Lang learns the light chasing shadow sword technique, I will teach it again. ”

"Okay!" Zhao Yuanwai didn't know that this useless swordsmanship had forced Ye Yunsheng into a 'useless in the world', he only heard about the swordsmanship of the Lu Immortals, and thought about what a shocking and peerless swordsmanship the immortals had learned, so he stood up happily and called the housekeeper. "Go and get a hundred taels of silver, thank Mr. Ye first. ”

Ye Yunsheng had nothing to do, got up and bowed, and thanked him.

Zhao Yuanwai said: "Wu'er is still studying with Mr. Chen, why don't Mr. Ye come over tomorrow afternoon and let Wu'er have a bow." ”

Ye Yunsheng agreed, and then walked in the house led by the housekeeper, met a few servants and maidservants, and knew a few places, and Zhao Gongzi's yard also looked closely, it was really an extraordinary weather, blue and white stones such as forests, a pool of blue pools, winding corridors, red pavilions independent, just a few glances, it opened Ye Yunsheng's eyes.

He left the Zhao Mansion with a loss, thinking that if he died under the sword of that swordsman tomorrow, how would Fang Zimo communicate with Zhao Yuan, would he make the people in the rivers and lakes laugh again?

When he returned to Dongshi, it was already dark, and poor Yu Liang was cleaning up the table.

He was in a terrible mood, put out the fire in the stove, asked Yu Liang to go back first, and told Lao Li that he would wait for the news tomorrow.

Yu Liang was not in a hurry to leave, took out a large handful of copper coins from his arms and handed them to him.

This young man looked like an old rich slave who had been poor all his life, and the money was both careful and reluctant in his hands, but he knew that the money was not his own, so he still handed it out.

Basically, at his age, few people would show such an attitude towards money.

Ye Yunsheng looked at the money in his hand that was about to be uncontrollable, almost ten times that of weekdays!

"Since you have earned it with your hard work, you can just take it. ”

"Since I was a child, I fled from Mobei to Chang'an, and was taken in by the master, afraid of hardship, poverty, and starvation, but in fact, I am even more afraid that I have become a person...... Along the way, I was relieved by many well-wishers, and sometimes I only took a breath, so I survived, I must be a good person, and I must be worthy of my conscience in everything, so that I can be worthy of those kind-hearted people who have saved me!"

Ye Yunsheng checked the money in his hand, and felt even heavier, he couldn't help but smile, and said to Liang: "Your master has accepted a good apprentice." ”

Yu Liang didn't understand this, he was at a loss, and he could only smile stupidly.

When he got home, his wife and daughter had already eaten, he went to the side room to look at the pot on the stove, and left some pot rice, his wife's teeth were not good, she couldn't eat, and her daughter didn't like to eat, but he liked it, the taste was on the bottom, smeared with some coarse salt, and ate it all clean. He sat in the courtyard, did nothing, just quietly in a daze, his daughter ran out, talking absentmindedly, and I don't know when, looking back at the house, his wife and daughter were sleeping on the bed, and the moonlight was shining in front of the bed, only faintly quietly.

Shi Linhao, the Broken Heaven of the Scattered Gate, once said that three days later, today is the third day.

He waited two hours, thinking that he would not come tonight. If he dies in a duel tomorrow, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, Lin Hao will not harm his family - this will be spread out, and the face of Sanmen will be lost.

He sat for a few more moments, and finally couldn't help but go into the room and come out with his sword.

The night before the Dingfeng Bo Sword Meeting that year, he was also a little uncertain, and he practiced swordsmanship several times before falling asleep. But tonight his mind was even more chaotic.

Seven years ago, he was afraid of losing.

Tonight, he was afraid of death.

If death is now, he doesn't care.

Don't worry about what's going to happen, worry or be scared out of thin air.

Death was nothing to fear for him, perhaps rather a relief.

But sitting outside the house, he didn't even say anything to his daughter, let alone explain anything to his wife.

It is terrible enough to be unable to take care of my daughter and wife compared to death.

At least, he can't let it go.

He had two thoughts in his heart, two images: one was to die tomorrow under the sword of that swordsman, and not have to think about anything, as if he was asleep...... The other is to call up the daughter and wife, and the family will leave here, leave this Chang'an City, go to the south, and go incognito.

The sword was held in his hand, and he turned his hand to grasp the hilt.

In this night of endless troubles, Ye Yunsheng did not draw his sword for a long time, and finally wrapped the sword in a dirty cloth and placed it behind the stove in the side room, which was the place where the firewood was stacked.

When he had sat down in the courtyard for the last minute, he went to boil water, made two bowls of noodles, laid them on the edge of the stove, and took a sword wrapped in dirty cloth, and left the house.