Yu wandered for more than 20 years, and there was nothing else, leaving thousands of grass rolls and 300 broken halberds. Remember a few past events and remember a few old people. Although there is no endless wealth, it is not bad for books, gin, wine and meat. is like a fairy who is happy, but he still can't hide from the past debts, and the ghosts block the door during the day.

That son is dressed in white and snow, with a golden phoenix crown and a jade dragon hairpin, and the oil umbrella in his hand must be from the Jinling Qu family, exquisite and beautiful, and he likes it. This thick eyebrows are like locks, and the dark-eyed boy comes alone.

He ordered Tong'er to cook wine and stew meat as a guest, and sent someone to take out thousands of grass rolls and ten broken swords.

The boy in white saluted and asked, "My father told me that there is an old man in the flowers outside Hangzhou, and there is nothing to know from the past." If you want to know the world, you need to know the old things, and I came to ask Mr. about the past. ”

Carefully take a look at this white-clothed man, his eyebrows are like edges, his eyes are like stars, and his ears are blessed, but he was born with a collapsed nose, failure, failure. Gentle and elegant, humble and polite, like a gentleman.

Compared with the fresh and tender new tea, Yu loves the old white tea more, the water in the pot on the carbon is boiled, and the tea is boiled in the pot and waiting for the fragrance.

"I wonder what old things Childe wants to know?"

"My father, my husband and the general, the treason against the army more than 20 years ago. ”

The tea in his hand almost seeped out, although he already understood that the purpose of this white-clothed man was nothing else, mentioning nineteen years ago, thinking about the walking dead for twenty years, he couldn't help but feel that the white horse had passed through the world of mayflies. Tong'er took the grass scroll broken sword, lifted an orange-red broken sword, and slowly stroked the sword body with two fingers: "This sword is called Wuyan, which is a generation of heroes Zhongxi Hou used to wear a sword, three feet and three, ranking seventh on the famous sword spectrum, and Mr. Zhuge of the Sword Saint is called a chivalrous sword." Childe, do you know who Zhong Xihou is?"

The man in white thought for a while, took a sip of tea, and replied softly: "In the past, the city lord of the West Land never sleeps, and the flowers fell to the West City Zhongxi Hou. ”

Zhongxihou! Zhongxihou?

Twenty years ago, the name changed tens of millions of mansions and countless jewels. Year after year, apart from the city lord who never sleeps in the past, what is left of this name?

The man in white frowned slightly, as if he had seen this sword.

A few hesitations asked: "Is the sword of Zhongxi Hou in the hand of Mr. in the past a pair with the sword of Lin Sanlang, who is now famous?"

Lin Saburo?

When the real years urge people to get old, a generation of new people replace the old, without nodding or denying, yes or no, since you have retired from the rivers and lakes, why bother to talk again?

The man in white asked again: "Sir, since entering the door, Mr. has not asked who his father is, nor has he asked the reason, isn't Mr. already waiting for this day?"

Naturally, we are waiting for this day, but we can be the same enemy, but it is difficult to be rich and noble, and the kings of the past dynasties are not like this? Get up, slowly shin bones, and walk a few steps, see the rain falling outside the house, if it is a sunny day, you can also see the peach blossoms are rising, ups and downs, very beautiful.

"But for twenty years, how can you not recognize the son of the deceased. Dare to ask the son, Ling Zun and the general, how are they in recent years?"

The white-clothed boy paused and hesitated, and then replied for a long time: "My father has been riddled with nightmares and moodiness in recent years, and he needs to take the tranquilizing pill prepared by the fairy at night, and he needs to drink the awakening dew when he wakes up before he dares to see anyone." ”

"Oh, it's a pity that Yu is no longer young, and he is still going down, so he can't help much. So, what about the Great General?"

The white-clothed man's face was even more wrong, and he thought for a moment before he replied: "The general disappeared from the government and the opposition three years ago, and there was no news. ”

This old thing, so ambitious in the past, now that the big thing has been done, is it regretted or tired?

Picked up a short sword less than two feet, this short sword is intact, although it has not been used for many years, the edge is still the same.

Thinking that the young man in white recognized this short sword, he hurriedly got up, squatted down again, and took out a short sword with a similar style and poor carved color from his boots.

I looked at it, laughed, old thing, old thing, after all, it is still your way.

"Does Childe know the story of the general and these swords?"

The man in white nodded, paused for a while, shook his head again, stopped moving, thought for a while, and asked: "I heard that there are three such short swords, and one of them is a great general······ When my son was ten years old, he gave it as a gift, and one left it at Mr.'s place, so where is the third?"

Picked up the short sword, wiped it with his sleeve, Tong Er handed over the wooden sheath that had already been prepared, and the short sword was put into the sheath and handed to the white-clothed son: "I have been a wild crane for many years, and I don't want to work hard anymore to hope that the son will forgive me, this seven-star short sword is given to the son today, and I hope to bring a word and Ling Zun." ”

The man in white understood that this was an eviction order, so he respectfully sat down and knelt, and took the short sword: "Sir, please say ······"

Look at this boy in white again, like, Jun, worthy of your species, your own birth. coughed a few times and lifted his breath: "Son, listen well, the pigs and dogs of the Dengtu erection are ······"

When the white-clothed man heard the curse words, he was not bad, leaned on the straw mat, stood up, threw the short sword on the ground, and wanted to scold but could not find the words to scold. Yu couldn't hold back and laughed out loud, but the boy on the side knew a little bit of proportion, covered his mouth and chuckled, making the boy in white feel uncomfortable.

It seems that Ling Zun rarely mentions the old past, just paraphrase the original words, or don't worry, Tong'er, take pen and ink. The boy withdrew, and soon fetched pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Pondering with a pen, he wrote: "In the spring of the twenty-first year of the new dragon calendar, Shilang traveled east to the flower habitat, and I met it. The remnant blade recalls the past, the wind is broken, there is no dream last night, I still remember the yellow sand buried in the bones, the smoke is broken, and how many people laugh ruthlessly at the red dust. The walls of the old buildings have collapsed, the wooden doors have rotted in the rain, the grass men are high, and the vain stories have increased helplessly. Last year, I was sick, and I dreamed of a white cow and a black horse, but it was a country sound, but I didn't forget to be rich and noble, but I had to come to other people's wedding clothes and other people's makeup. The east wind disperses, and the floating stories are narrated, and the feelings and grievances are laughed at. ”

Dry the ink, fold the yellow paper and put it in the envelope, and hand it over to the boy in white along with the broken sword and grass scroll. The man in white wanted to ask and stopped, got up and saluted, and ordered the servant to pack up the broken sword and straw scroll and send the deceased away.

The boy who had been sent out came to the hall with wine and meat, but he didn't see any guests, he was looking around, and he drank: "Don't look at it anymore, go, go and get a few small cups and a few pairs of chopsticks, and today I will be drunk and listen to the rain with you little cubs." ”

The boy hesitated, did not dare to ask, and trotted back to get the cup and chopsticks.

More than half of the wine and meat, Tong'er still frowned, and asked, "Why are you worried about wine and meat?"

The boy wanted to speak and stopped, tangled left and right, and asked softly: "The swords that the gentleman gave to the boy were all famous in the past, what was written in the straw scroll that the gentleman gave to the son? ”

Hearing that this boy was distressed about this, he couldn't help laughing, put down his chopsticks and drank a few cups, looked at the falling rain, and let out a long sigh: "Look at this rain, can you get bored of it?" But once upon a time, some people listened to the rain and realized the sword, some people appreciated the snow and realized the Tao, and some people were discouraged and abandoned immortality. Or, while there is nothing to do today, and you are greedy and delirious, I will tell you how your husband fought the Confucianism in the past, and your husband, how many heroes and famous beauties have been around you······"

The boy asked again: "Sir, cultivating immortals and attaining immortality leads to immortality, then, what kind of cultivation can be regarded as an immortal cultivator?"

The gentleman stretched out his hand, which was neither too broad nor too old, stroked the top of the boy's head, chuckled a few times, and listened to him explain: "10,000 people in the world are 10,000 cultivators; ”

Looking at these dolls, at such an age, it's not bad.

The world is big, the rivers and lakes are far away, and there are countless legends brewing one by one.

In today's story, there are all kinds of stories in the world of the Daye Dynasty, regardless of high and low, regardless of priority.

There are fierce tigers trapped in the west, there are ghosts and phoenixes born in the dark fire, there are true sons of heaven who unload the breath of the emperor dragon, there are nine-clawed black pythons who defy the heavens, there are evil heroes who are as old as turtles sigh the pain of eternal life, and there are swordsmen who ask questions all their lives and do not know where to go.

See, the Buddha entered the world in order to participate in the world's ten thousand Zens, the wolf king outside the Saiwai bowed his head to burn the plain, the fiefdom of the prince protected the common people and lost his humanity, and the orphans of the royal family brought the wind and clouds to correct their names.

I even heard that the primeval venerable could not find his son, the master and apprentice solved the thousand-year-old misunderstanding with a glass of wine, the talented man saved the world from reincarnation, and the genius demon guarded his hands and feet to return to the underworld.

A catastrophe, the general can die in a hundred battles, but the heroic man can fight the sword, and he can listen to the story before and after tea for the small people, but do you regret it in your life?

All kinds of stories, one story and one protagonist, however, after listening to this story, I will say who is the living, who is the Dan, who is the pure, who is the end, and who is ugly.