The old man who was smiling couldn't stop smiling.

"Tomorrow, I will no longer go to the lake to support the ferry, and I will sit at home like Lao Yu, but I am very itchy and want to chat with Lao Yu and play chess. ”

"Okay, don't come with anything. "The old woman in Huayi is such a hospitable person, but the person who comes is not her own baby, and she is a little unhappy. Seeing a bighead carp of five or six catties in the hands of the old man holding the boat, the small straw rope passed through the big head, and remembered that this fish was extremely delicious in soup, and the meat was white and tender.

Take it off.

Li Shuishan in the room smiled, which made the old man who was holding the boat secretly happy, and even more surprised, and said: "Aren't you the little boy who took my boat to take the exam?" ”

Lao Yao stretched out his hand and said, "Have you met?"

Li Shuishan said: "No need, I know, he calls me a little boy, and I call him an old man who supports the boat." Doesn't it need to be introduced?"

"Yes, yes. ”

Lao Yao's eyes fluttered, and he squinted at the little boy from time to time, and he was also more flattering to Li Shuishan.

The old woman in the flower dress carried the bighead carp of five or six catties, and said to a few people here: "You sit, there is still food in the pot, I will kill the fish, let you have a good meal." ”

Li Shuishan felt a pimple in his heart, could it be that this was just the beginning, and there was still a banquet waiting for him that had not started. He was a little afraid that this Lao Yao had drunk too much and was physically exhausted, so he fell asleep. Fortunately, the old man who supported the boat showed a face that had seen through the vicissitudes of life, and he seemed to be a capable person who had experienced the wind and rain, and he was not afraid of such a small scene.

It's him, he can't get drunk when he drinks.

Saying that, Lao Yao, who was shaky, poured a bowl of wine, saw that the newly taken out jar of wine was gone, threw him to the ground, broke it into several halves, and said: "The wine I hid, after drinking it, will not leave a little good and defective products." He said that the jar was a defective product, not because of the drink, but because of the jar.

The jar is round, but there is something wrong with this carving, why is it a lotus leaf?

Lao Yao followed the wine and said: "This wine was given by the previous city lord, the city lord lived for more than a hundred years, known as the living immortal, and was a famous person who sought rain and realized the Tao. With a mouth, he swallowed a yellow paper in his mouth, and buckled the bowl against the gossip diagram on the ground, and the dragon eagle in the basin in the distance sucked up the water. And the sky was covered with dark clouds......"

"So amazing?" Li Shuishan looked at the storyteller from time to time, the storyteller nodded, and continued to listen to Lao Yao say: "I was still young at the time, and I was just a hairy boy, and my father took my hand to the temple to plead. Because my mother was entangled in a snake and had nightmares in the middle of the night, my father asked for a paper charm and burned it for my mother to drink. As a result, the next day was alive and well. ”

After speaking, his expression was still a little nervous, and Lao Yao seemed to be unable to forget his mother's struggling expression in the days when she was sick......

"Where's the temple?" The storyteller asked.

The old man continued, "The temple is relatively remote, on a small hill here. This small hill is right next to the big hill that leads to the big city, and you can also go and see it. ”

The wine was under the stomach, the fish was fragrant, Li Shuishan took a sip of the fish soup and couldn't help but admire. patting his thighs, silently thinking about the taste he had never drunk, this taste is full of warmth, and this warmth is given by the old woman in flowers.

......

It was getting late, and the old man who was holding the boat said goodbye and left, leaving the old woman who cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks. The two of them went back to their rooms, Li Shuishan took out the Zhiwei scroll, and as soon as he opened a page, a cold aura came around him, this flame emitted blue light, but it did not have any temperature.

The blue flame throbbed in his palm as he touched the shelf, but it didn't last for three breaths. He found the source of the flames, patted the picture scroll, the woman in the picture scroll, Xiao Yun opened his eyes, pinched Li Shuishan's neck, and said:

"Why didn't you kill him?"

Her eyes were no one else.

Li Shuishan couldn't speak, he struggled to pat the table and chair next to him, the storyteller was closing his eyes and meditating, and Mougins opened his eyes.

In an instant, the figure of the storyteller appeared in his room, he snorted, and the long sword behind his back was a little bit of him, spun and flew away, and said:

"If you are thinking, then it will not help you solve this cause and effect. ”

Xiao Yun withdrew his palm, his face full of scars.

"In a single thought, I can kill you, but you want to kill the person who helped you settle your grievances because of your murderous thoughts, isn't this a kind of indulgence to yourself, if you help you solve the man who killed you and your parents, where will you go?"

"Could it be that you will kill with us?"

Xiaoyun regretted what he had done wrong just now and returned to the painting.

Li Shuishan was afraid for a while, if he had the stinging pain in his heart, he could have restrained it, but this sudden physical stimulation made him regret it. But he resolutely knelt on the ground again and said, "Sir, may I teach me the magic of subduing demons and destroying demons?"

This kneeling made the storyteller's heart heavy.

Without much thought, he flicked his sleeves and raised Li Shuishan's kneeling posture again.

Turn and leave.

.......

Both elderly people in the family slept.

There was a noise in the door, and a man dressed in black stepped into the courtyard, and the storyteller opened his eyes again, and saw the figure walking outside the door, not in front of the window. And he fell to the ground, and the blood from the doorframe spilled all over the floor and into the room.

Another man in a black robe fell, and his fingers were placed under the nose of the fallen man in black to confirm that he was not breathing. There were a few more black-robed men in the back.

They were in the moonlight, with the rustle of the sword drawn from its scabbard.

The storyteller watched them walk lightly, like toads looking at the moon in a well.

The storyteller saw the long sword placed next to the bed and slapped it at it. The silver light flashed in the air, and his figure followed the sword light, and the black-clothed people fell down before they could reach the door.

In the room he sat on the edge of the bed, wiped it with a green cloth, and then lay down on the bed and fell asleep. The man in black who fell next to the door struggled to stand up, and when he saw the men in black robe who had fallen, he knelt on the ground and said, "Thank you seniors for rescuing." ”

After bowing down, he went to the main house.

After a while, there were a few cries, and the lights of the two old men's rooms came on.

.....

The next day, before dawn, I heard the sound of the man packing up his things and wanting to leave.

The corpse on the ground had already been cleaned up by the man in black last night.

As he said goodbye in the house, the storyteller picked up his sword and danced it in front of the house. The shadow of the sword was mottled, which made the departing man stop, and the storyteller asked, "You, have you forgotten something?"

He clenched his fists and asked, "What is the predecessor referring to?"

Li Shuishan was woken up, walked out of the door, and the little cloud in the picture scroll in the house kept trembling, and asked, "Are you the son of these two old men?"

The man nodded and said, "Exactly, my name is Yaofeng." ”

"A good name is a good name that does a stupid thing. Yao Feng's expression changed slightly, and he asked, "What did I do wrong, and I ask Mr. for advice." ”

The storyteller picked up his sword and walked over to Yao Feng, the sword reached under his chin, and said, "Draw the sword, try it with me, otherwise don't want to leave." ”

Yao Feng clenched his fists again and said, "That, senior." I have sinned a lot. ”

He drew the broad sword behind him, and as the early morning mist grew, the blade of the sword crossed in front of him, and he gestured to pull it away. He pulled away one step at a time, and a piece of the sword slashed out diagonally, and the blade of the sword did not reach the storyteller's side, and he blocked it back with the back of the knife. Yao Feng pulled up the blade of the sword again, lifted it straight, the wind rustled, and the sword and the sword had an empty area.

The storyteller looked at Li Shuishan and said, "If you want to learn swords, then see clearly." ”

As soon as his shoulder turned, the blade of the long sword went straight, Yao Feng was difficult to catch his sword, and as the figure retreated, the sword was thrown up and grabbed again, one time, one shot, and the sword became a killing weapon for the sake of the heart. The storyteller walked with a light step, saying that the sword was on the sidelines, but he often faced the sword, one moment it was soft like the lake, and the other was hard and straight, similar to star marks. Yao Feng didn't care to lag behind, and once again pointed the sword, and the storyteller said with difficulty: "Good swordsmanship." ”

This storyteller's swordsmanship made Li Shuishan feel the combination of softness and rigidity again, and the elegance of the sword walking diagonally, and when he provoked Yao Feng's sword again, this one increased its strength, and with the stronger sword shadow, Yao Feng struggled.

"The sword returns to the heart, the heart is calm and the natural sword can follow the heart. I want to kill with a sword, why can't I kill it? I want to put the sword away, why can't I take it?" he saw that it was directly on Yao Feng's neck and said, "You lost." Then, in an instant, the sword was thrown back into the room, and landed on the green cloth, and said:

"Do you understand?"

Li Shuishan shook his head.

The storyteller knew he couldn't read it, but he still fulfilled his desire to study the law. If you don't use the weapons in your hand well, it will only be more difficult to learn the magic.

Yao Feng knew that he had been defeated, and asked, "Senior, do you have any other orders?"

Li Shuishan took out the short sword engraved with peony from his sleeve and said, "Do you recognize this sword?"

Yao Feng was startled when he saw the peony on the sword, and then his face turned pale, as if he couldn't bear to remember something, "Your parents said that you have been in the green building all the year round, enjoying the flowers and the moon, and ruining the family property.

When I looked at it this time, it didn't look like it. ”

He lowered his head and said, "I know this sword, this is the sword that the fourth son of the city lord, Lang Bai carried. Because I killed a woman, I ......"

"So you were there and didn't stop him from killing. Is that right?" asked Li Shuishan, who guessed what had happened at once. Yao Feng lowered his head, but there was a little more strange aura on this short sword, lingering on this woman's breath, which made him have an illusion in his eyes, as if he was on the spot, watching the woman fall in pain, and that night, the miserable screams echoed in his ears......

The woman seemed to have stepped out of this short sword, clutched her chest, and walked step by step dripping blood, and said, "You.... You... I finally see you. ”

He knelt on the ground and begged, "Senior save me." ”

On the persimmon tree, a kingfisher came and chirped, and the man woke up from his hallucination, panting.