The light rain between heaven and earth began to clear slowly, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the sun began to shine on the earth.

Zheng Huaixian's family, who had finished messing around, came to the outside of Yuhua Palace, and the surrounding soldiers were a little confused, didn't these three people know that traffic was prohibited here?

But after a while, a father-in-law who was very powerful in the palace led the brocade guards to this place and accused the three of them one after another.

"Mr. Zheng, I'm sorry, I'm late. ”

As the saying goes, reaching out and not hitting smiling people, Zheng Huaixian hates these people who are involved with the royal family the most in his life, but he still smiled and nodded, "My father-in-law came just in time." ”

Yan Jing put away the umbrella in his hand, put it aside, came to Zheng Huaixian, and gently sorted out his clothes.

"Can you win?"

Zheng Huaixian sighed softly, "It's difficult." ”

Yan Jing, who was a little distressed, quietly asked, "Then you won't go?"

Zheng Huaixian smiled: "It's just a quarrel, don't be afraid." ”

Yan Jing pulled her son over, "Then my son and I won't go in, go back to see my father first, and wait for you there." ”

"Okay. ”

Yan Jing was still a little worried, and looked at the countless brocade guards in front of Zheng Huaixian, "If you can't fight someone, remember to pick the smallest one, it's easy to bully." ”

These words made the powerful father-in-law grin, turned away, covered his ears and didn't dare to listen anymore, as for the brocade guards behind him, under the scolding of his father-in-law, they did it one after another, not daring to say anything.

Zheng Huai patted his chest first and gave a thumbs up, "Don't worry, I'm here when I quarrel." ”

After that, he waved his hand at the lady, walked into the gate of Yuhua Palace, and the father-in-law behind him bent down to Yan Jing and saluted, "Please also ask Miss Yan to bring it to Lord Yan." ”

Yan Jing, who didn't want to pay attention to them, thought that Xianggong had just walked into their territory, so she had to pinch her nose and nodded.

Seeing Yan Jing's nodding father-in-law, he smiled and took out a small toy, a moving wooden pony, and was about to give it to Zheng Dongdong, who was a little moved, Zheng Dongdong didn't dare to accept it, so he had to look up at his mother.

Yan Jing nodded, Zheng Dongdong immediately took it, looking at the moving pony, he couldn't put it down, and he was ecstatic.

After doing all this, Gonggong Hai left with the people of Jinyiwei, and the dispute between the three sects in the Yuhua Palace has not yet ended, and it is very likely that it has just begun, because when an old man in the palace sent himself out to greet Mr. Zheng, he naturally said to himself, they are all here.

Although I don't know what it means, the person who can make that person treat it like this must be an important person.

When Zheng Huai walked into the Yuhua Palace first, there was an old fortune teller in the north of Chang'an City, who was still a few miles away from the north gate of Chang'an City, slowly stopped, sat in the pavilion at the head of a small village, and rested for a while.

"It's a bit old

, should have entered Chang'an City before Zheng Huaixian, but he didn't expect Zheng Huaixian to be one step ahead. ”

The village is not large, but there are more than a hundred people, most of whom belong to the same family, so when a middle-aged man with a long sword on his back walked into the small village, he attracted a lot of attention.

The swordsman walked to a door, knocked lightly, and an old woman came out of it, and the swordsman clasped his fists and asked the old man if he had any wine, where did the wine come from in the small village here, but when someone went to Chang'an City, he would bring back a few catties of wine and leave it in the village to sell to others.

But now the people who went to Chang'an City have not come back because of the rain just now, and the grandmother shook her head, indicating that she did not. The swordsman took out the flask from his waist and asked again if there was any well water.

Seeing that the swordsman was not like a bad person, the old grandmother took the wine jug, went to her own water tank, filled the wine jug, and slowly filled the pot with cool well water.

The old woman handed the flask to the swordsman, and the swordsman thanked the old woman and was about to take out the money, but the old woman hurriedly refused, and closed the door casually, not giving the swordsman a chance.

The swordsman froze in place, then figured out the key, laughed, and walked towards the entrance of the village.

At the entrance of the village, a child is holding a branch and waving it under the big tree after the rain. And in front of him there was a big yellow dog, with a big mouth open, standing in front of the child.

The boy was not afraid, he held his sword in both hands, calmly, let out a long breath, and stood on the rain-watered road with his feet, forming an opposition to the big yellow dog.

When the swordsman saw the young man's appearance, he became interested, found a clean big bluestone, sat down, and watched slowly.

But the child also seemed to notice the trace of the swordsman, turned his head, looked at the swordsman sitting next to him, and said, "Hey, uncle, help me." ”

The swordsman laughed, "Why?"

The child scratched his head, remembering that his favorite book said that when he encounters injustice in the world, he must shout and act angrily, this is a chivalrous man, but his mother said that if someone does not make a move, it is also right.

Where can a child who has read very little be able to speak anything that makes sense, so he has to face the obstacles he encountered again in his first step into the rivers and lakes.

The swordsman saw that the sword holding posture in the child's hand was one of the twelve styles of sword raising that was widely spread in the Ming Dynasty, and he did not expect that there would be a sword style in such a small place.

"Little guy, I see that the posture you are holding a wooden stick is not to be the swordsman who slashes the injustices of the world with that sword?"

The little guy ignored this guy from outside and concentrated on fighting the big yellow dog. Seeing that the child ignored him, the swordsman picked up a stone and quietly popped it out of the leg of the big yellow dog. The big yellow dog was in pain, barked wildly, and hurriedly ran away.

And when the child saw the departure of the "great enemy of life", he slowly opened his trembling legs and walked to the side of the swordsman.

I don't know why the child didn't give birth, but instead pushed the swordsman's side and forcibly moved himself out of a place to sit.

In this way, the swordsman and the child sat side by side on the big bluestone, one carrying a long sword, a wine jug at his waist, and the other kept shaking the wooden stick in his hand, showing his superb swordsmanship.

The swordsman watched the child swing indiscriminately without any rules, and said, "Boy, do you know what a swordsman is?"

The child who had just experienced a big war thought about it, "Isn't it like Li Taibai, one person and one sword, fighting the sword world, encountering injustice, facing them is... ”

The child was interested when he said this, and the stick in his hand turned quickly, "That's it, see it, this is my self-created dog-fighting swordsmanship, I have experienced the big black in our village, the little black, and then the rhubarb that escaped from the desert today, my swordsmanship has become." ”

The child raised the long stick in his hand high, with a proud face, but with a bit of immaturity. But he didn't notice that the swordsman on the side was covering his face.

This sword technique is really simple.

"Uncle, what are you going to do? ”

The child who was in a good mood rarely asked the swordsman, and the swordsman gulped down the well water in the wine jug, "Go to Chang'an City." ”

As soon as the child heard that the swordsman was going to Chang'an City, he looked at the long sword behind the swordsman, and finally realized that the person in front of him was likely to be the legendary swordsman.

"Uncle, can you take me with you? ”

The swordsman was a little embarrassed, if he took the child away, the child's parents would not agree.

"Would your parents agree? ”

The child tilted his head, his innocent eyes full of the shadow of a swordsman, and then shook his head, "Then I won't go, wait until I grow up a little more." ”

The child stood up and raised his little hand to the swordsman's shoulder, but feeling that it was not enough, he raised his hand again, this time to the top of the swordsman's head.

"When I was so high, I went to my uncle, and the uncle taught me how to use swordsmanship. ”

Looking at the child's appearance, the swordsman who forced a smile nodded, "Okay." ”

"But where do I go to find my uncle? ”

The swordsman thought for a while, untied the Taibai Immortal Sword behind him, and put the sword taller than a child into the child's hand, "Here, the uncle's sword will be lent to you first, and when you want to find the uncle, you will say to this sword, 'I want to practice the sword'." It will take you to me. ”

Since childhood, the children who have been taught by Mr. Li in the private school not to accept other people's things at will were stunned for a while, looking at the fact that they had been to Chang'an City on weekdays, and they were a little overwhelmed when they saw the long swords that were hung there for sale and sold at a high price.

The swordsman laughed, gently touched the child's head, put the Taibai Fairy Sword in the child's hand, and winked at the child.

"From today on, you are the only disciple of my Li Taibai. ”