In his memory, every rival had said such a sentence.

Of course, the word "strong enemy" does not refer to those cultivators of the same generation, who are not worthy of it, so they can only use some indiscriminate means of damage. Although at first, the effect was really good, knocking him to the dust. But if you get up again, it's a different story.

Standing after breaking is actually not terrible, and many cultivators still can't ask for it. It's a pity that there are very few things that can be done.

Only those senior cultivators with a higher realm can truly compete with Zhuge Chen. As for the old bastard with a higher realm, it's not that he doesn't want to make a move, it's just that the entire Zhuge family is standing behind him and doesn't dare to make a move on the bright side. Even if there are some hidden in the background, they are afraid of being discovered.

In fact, when it comes to this, the winner has been decided.

The sword demon has been seriously injured, and it is not only nonsense to want to stir up a storm again, but it is also very likely to put the life of the hard cultivation into it. Even if you leave now and keep holding back, I'm afraid that the realm will also plummet. If you want to stand at this point and face the choice of whether or not you can become holy, it is undoubtedly wishful thinking.

The most fundamental reason is all on the hollow sword that has been broken. That is the root of its avenue, just like the path of a practitioner's cultivation, if it is broken, everything will stop.

It opened his mouth and said: "You and I know the current situation, although I don't want to admit it, but defeat is defeat, I have nothing to say." But if you want to kill me here, I'm afraid you won't be able to. Although the young master is you, I have been in the cave for hundreds of years after all. The cunning rabbit still has three holes, let alone me? Hide in any corner for a few hundred years, anyway, you can't stay here forever, right? After you leave...... I can definitely afford to wait, so I will come out again, and the east mountain is rising. ”

In fact, these words are some inconsequential tactics for Zhuge Chen, and they have to be called means to lift, but they still have to be said. Wouldn't it be a great blessing to have a life without worry?

Besides, the sword demon is indeed not sure that he will be able to escape from Zhuge Chen's hands, and the young man in white is not really outstanding in his current realm, but his killing power is. This kind of cultivator is a real terror, and he doesn't judge the hero by his realm, because no one can tell the realm of the cultivator, and after the tide rises, the former enemy is very likely to become a dead soul under the sword.

There are too many such things, and Zhuge Chen is particularly impressed by one of them.

There was a Confucian scholar who could be regarded as hungry and cold when he was not yet famous. Especially when he was still in the Brahma realm, he was even poorer, and he almost went to the street to beg for food.

The neighbors are generally cold to this person, and what distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors?

And those bullies are even more excessive, with vicious words and punches and kicks are common, and when they are fine, they have no virtue in their mouths, and they always talk about the dead father and mother of the reader.

And when Zhuge Chen met the scholar, it was a snowy day in the harsh winter

Middle.

The young man in white walked into a small restaurant, and before he could speak, he saw a reader sitting on a small bench and telling a story. He was dressed in tattered clothes that could only cover his body, but were far from keeping out the cold, and looked at the drinkers in front of him with a smile. It's just that people are immersed in wine glasses, where can they have the leisure to listen to his stories? Not to mention that in this poor and remote country, literacy is a minority, and these elegant stories are as useless to them as the drinking without copper coins!

But only Zhuge Chen listened to it, especially with the side dishes, which was called a relish.

At the end, he also called the shopkeeper over and asked, "Ask you about something, what is the name of the storyteller?"

The shopkeeper took a rag, wiped a table next to Zhuge Chen, and said, "He, his name is Song Qingfeng, and he is a really poor person. As you can see, guest officer, now he is a storyteller in our restaurant, and he is in charge of food every day. But he has his own house, and he goes back to sleep every day. The salary is a copper plate a day, not high is not high, but for a poor student like him, it is serious. If it weren't for our shopkeeper taking pity on him, you would go out and ask, which one wants him? But should I say it or not, this Song Qingfeng still has some ambitions, as long as someone asks him, he will say that he must go to Beijing to catch the exam and get ahead. But where is this kind of glorious ancestor such a thing as simple as it is said, so in the end, that is to say, it is just a matter of listening. ”

Zhuge Chen touched his chin thoughtfully, and said softly: "So that's the case. ”

After saying this, he waved his hand and waved the shopkeeper away. What I thought in my heart was that such a scholar had to get to know him himself. As for the later friendships, it depends on whether the other party is angry with them or not.

So when all the guests in the restaurant were gone, Zhuge Chen was still sitting there, looking like he was drinking wine, but his shining eyes didn't look like he was lost in his soul.

Zhuge Chen walked up to Song Qingfeng, handed over the wine glass, and said, "After talking about it for so long, drink some?"

has experienced so much evil in the world, Song Qingfeng is a little unsure of how to express this kindness. I just stiffly took the wine glass and drank it all.

Zhuge Chen continued: "I heard the shopkeeper in the restaurant say, you want to enter Beijing to take the exam?"

Song Qingfeng nodded and said, "That's true, what's the matter, son, you are also here to look down on me? Everyone has their own aspirations, and even if it is extremely difficult to achieve, they must have a guiding light. Otherwise, it is to live in the world, come here for a walk, be born without particles, and after death, a handful of loess, what is the meaning. ”

"Not belittled, of course. Zhuge Chen took out a pot of good wine from his mustard seeds, and rushed to this sentence, if you don't drink immortal brew, what kind of system will it be?"

Song Qingfeng smacked the mellow aroma of wine, and then looked up to the sky and sighed,

I almost covered my face with my hands to hide my tears: "Why don't I know? But since I was a child, I have been an orphan without the love of my father and mother, and I can only rely on myself." Even if it's past Jiazi by then, as long as I can have that day, I'll be excited enough!"

Zhuge Chen suddenly asked, "You blame them?"

"You said my father?" Song Qingfeng said with a smile: "Of course it's not strange, the money they left behind is enough for me to buy a lot of books." Some are still alone, how can you ask for more?"

At this moment, even Zhuge Chen's almond eyes attracted the attention of others more, but it seemed that only Song Qingfeng's pair was left in heaven and earth. Just rush to this sentence, this friend, Zhuge Chen has made up his mind!

"Haven't asked for the name of the son yet?" Song Qingfeng asked appropriately.

This sentence is knowledgeable, and it is really abrupt to ask early. After asking, it is rude, it should be said that only the reader knows the things best.

Zhuge Chen opened his mouth and said: "The surname is Zhu, and the name is Chen." Besides, what kind of son, his family is in the middle of the road, and he is no different from Brother Qingfeng. ”

Song Qingfeng looked at the wine jug on the table, he didn't believe Zhuge Chen's words. Although he has grown so big, he has only drunk the bad wine in the restaurant. When I first drank it, I felt that it was too spicy, and I couldn't understand what the full house of drinkers wanted. But when you get older, you will naturally know the true meaning.

Perhaps this is what is called self-taught?

Whenever he thinks of this, Song Qingfeng can laugh out loud, this is called joy in suffering, read in books.

So no matter how bad he is, he can tell the difference between good and bad drinks. The pot of wine taken out by Zhu Chen, the young man in white, in front of him is full of layers and rich, and it is definitely one of the best wines. Even a month's salary for him can't afford it. Can such a person be a poor child?

But he still said: "Brother Chen laughed, what kind of family is in the middle." I'm not afraid of your jokes, since the three generations of my ancestors, there have been no powerful people. ”

Zhuge Chen said that this was very obedient: "As the old saying goes, there are only three generations of rich and poor, and when you come to Brother Qingfeng, you will definitely be able to fulfill your ambitions." But I'm a little confused, I wonder if you can help me out?"

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. Song Qingfeng said simply.

"Brother Qingfeng just said four words, powerful and powerful, are you quite like such a person? Or is it that after you become a person, how should you still do it?" Zhuge Chen paused word by word, he really wanted to know the answer from the mouth of a real reader. Zhuge Chen once told his elders about this question, and all he got was a sentence.

Young master, what do you want to do with this, you were born like this!

It's boring!

He also once said to Taoists that in exchange for nothing more than the four words of purity and inaction. As for the detailed explanation, Zhuge Chen was not interested in knowing.

When it came to the little novice who was good friends with him in Buddhism, people ignored him at all, watching the wooden fish chanting the Buddha's name. Little novice thief, he doesn't want to talk about this kind of question. It's no good to say it right, and if it's wrong, you will be beaten. Especially when facing Zhuge Chen, his bald head can't count how much he has been ravaged.

Speaking of which, Song Qingfeng can be regarded as having the spirit of a scholar. Don't look at him with yellow face and thin muscles, but as long as he talks about his own opinions, he is full of spirit! This is why people are reluctant to talk to him more, and they have suffered themselves.

Finally waiting for someone to listen, Song Qingfeng seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and kept saying like pouring beans into a bamboo tube: "Powerful and powerful...... Presumably, all mortals and cultivators in the world are struggling to pursue this! Except for those special people who don't have spiritual wisdom, all of them should have this thought. So I have, naturally not surprisingly. Otherwise, why would I go to Beijing to take the exam? Isn't it just to get ahead? But even if I can really do this in the future, I will certainly not be like everyone else, and I will not keep the word equality in my heart. I have come from a hard life, and this experience cannot be forgotten, otherwise it will be forgotten. Some people desperately want to escape, as if they can forget the past, but in my opinion, it is not necessary. ”

Zhuge Chen just rightly answered: "How do you say this?"

Song Qingfeng continued: "People have their own hearts and natures. The trade-off between the two is the two of you and me who are now sitting and drinking at the wine table. Because he suffered in the past, and when he soared to prosper, he imposed this suffering on others, then he deserved it at the earliest. I only hate that these people can't suffer more, because if they are allowed to stand on the peak, then there will be countless people who will suffer. Shouldn't the two trade-offs be as I said?"

Zhuge Chen said softly: "It should be so. ”

Although this answer still did not satisfy Zhuge Chen, he was already satisfied. In his opinion, Song Qingfeng just didn't have enough opportunities. Otherwise, he may not be able to become a Confucian gentleman, or even a saint.

After drinking the immortal wine, he was not happy, Zhuge Chen wanted to take out an altar again, but was directly stopped by Song Qingfeng: "The next jar of wine, I'll buy it!"

After speaking, he shouted loudly: "Xiao Er, go to the altar of good wine, the most expensive kind in our restaurant." ”

When the shopkeeper brought the wine, Zhuge Chen asked, "How many copper coins is this jar of wine?"

The shopkeeper stretched out three fingers and said, "Thirty." ”

Zhuge Chen hurriedly said: "Isn't that Brother Qingfeng's salary for a month? No matter what, I can't delay your life's events, brother!"

Song Qingfeng waved his hand and said with a big tongue: "No, I have to buy this wine." It's rare to have a confidant in life, if you still talk about those at this time, who will I Song Qingfeng become?"

Zhuge Chen said with a smile: "Then I might as well be respectful." ”

After a small episode, the two continued to drink and chat.

Song Qingfeng is really not good at drinking, after getting drunk, it is really called what to say, and even the words buried in his heart are completely said to Zhuge Chen.

Talking about how his sweetheart was who was far away in the sky and close in front of him, he spoke out, and patted his chest and vouched with Zhuge Chen, and he would definitely turn that woman into Zhu in the future

Ge Chen's sister-in-law.

Zhuge Chen was eating side dishes, and he smiled continuously.

Only the shopkeeper snorted coldly, muttering in his mouth. The woman in Song Qingfeng's mouth is a well-known beauty in these ten miles and eight towns, with countless suitors, and I don't know how many young and handsome people have fallen under the pomegranate skirt. The two of you are paired, that is, the flowers are planted in the cow dung. Even if people are blind, they won't take a fancy to you, right?

However, Zhuge Chen doesn't think so, beauties are worthy of heroes, and this is even reasonable. In his eyes, Song Qingfeng is a real hero, but he is still in the stage of not being famous.

When the jar of wine was drunk, Song Qingfeng helped the shopkeeper clean up the table, then bowed slightly, ready to leave. Before leaving, he said with drunkenness: "Brother Chen, you and I want to talk very happily, it stands to reason that I should invite you to my home." It's a pity that my humble house is indeed a humble house, so I won't do it too much. ”

Zhuge Chen also said more, just four words: "Then say goodbye?"

The two turned and left, going their separate ways.

......

Early the next morning, Song Qingfeng walked out of the house and went to the restaurant as usual to be his storyteller.

Unexpectedly, he was targeted by the bullies who had been bullying him, and several people on the other side stepped forward and said, "Anyway, it's time to confess to my brothers." Don't say you don't have it, how many copper plates aren't money?"

With his own family background, Song Qingfeng can't give it away even if he is killed, and only when he meets a confidant like Zhuge Chen who can speak from the bottom of his heart, can he be willing to break the bank.

So he just whispered: "Scholar, mighty and unyielding!"

The bullies laughed and said, "Earned money, hard work, then you should really ask our fist again, should it be like this!"

After they finished speaking, they hit Song Qingfeng directly. As a powerless scholar, he naturally can't resist it, but the hard-earned money that he regards as the root of his life can't be snatched by tricks.

At this moment, someone outside the alley shouted, "Stop!"

The bully followed the prestige and saw Zhuge Chen, who had rushed to this place. They asked, "Who are you?"

Zhuge Chen replied loudly: "Your grandfather!"

"Hit him!" Several bullies casually threw Song Qingfeng on the ground, walked straight towards Zhuge Chen, knocked him to the ground with three times and five divisions, and left after a fat beating.

Song Qingfeng dragged his body and said, "Brother Chen, why are you so troubled. ”

Zhuge Chen said with a smile: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt." ”

This is really not a lie, he was afraid of revealing his identity, so he didn't make a move. But he was not stupid, he had long used the sword qi as a barrier to protect himself, so he was not injured at all.

He continued: "But Brother Qingfeng, it's okay if you're okay, I don't care. ”

Saying this, he took out a gold ingot from his cuff, stuffed it into Song Qingfeng's hand, and then said, "This is your plate as Brother Qingfeng."

Don't always get mixed up in this alley, and when you really come home, just remember what you said to me at the wine table last night. ”

After saying this, he left directly, leaving Song Qingfeng standing there alone for a long time before he came to his senses.

Zhuge Chen was actually still here, but he directly found the bully of Fang Cai, and he poured sword qi into the other party's body, causing them to endure severe pain that hurt their bone marrow. And then said expressionlessly: "I won't kill you, just so that Brother Qingfeng has a chance to raise his eyebrows in the future." ”

Looking at the bullies who fell to the ground and twitched, Zhuge Chen pulled the corners of his mouth and swayed away.

......

A few years later, Zhuge Chen came here again. He got the news that Song Qingfeng had returned to his hometown in good clothes, and he was going to stay here for a while.

He first walked through the old house of Song Qingfeng's family, which had been renovated, but he didn't know what Song Qingfeng meant or someone else's. No matter what, Zhuge Chen doesn't like it very much.

Otherwise, how should the so-called "not forgetting the roots" be explained.

The bully is dead, as it should be. It's just that their families are also implicated, so it's not good.

The tacit two met in that restaurant, and the changes were great, the shopkeeper died, and the shopkeeper became the shopkeeper.

They drink, but they don't talk about it anymore.

In the end, the young master of the Zhuge family stared at Song Qingfeng, who was already a closed disciple of an elderly gentleman of Confucianism, and said with a smile: "You have changed. ”

He left directly.

So what about him now? Has he changed?

Nature has changed.

It's just that he has changed from a teenager to a young man.

The young man in white in the future should be the young man in white!

(End of chapter)