Wang Lao glanced at He Xiaojian with some concern, he was really worried that his young master would throw the wine glass directly over, but He Xiaojian didn't overreact at all, nodded calmly, drank the wine in the cup and said, "Then I'll punish myself, if the girl is still dissatisfied, you might as well say it directly." ”

Things are young in the end, although the embers have not been extinguished, but there is still nothing to say, and they can't let people die, not to mention that nothing really happened to the north and south, and suffering some flesh injuries just saved him from opening his mouth and closing his mouth to preach.

"Although the old man has withdrawn from the rivers and lakes for many years, he also knows that there are very few masters in the Tianxuan Realm in the world, and he has only heard very little, I don't know what kind of sect and sect the son is, why did he fall here?"

"It's a mystery gate. Xiao Shu said indifferently.

"Could it be that Gongzi is a disciple of Tianjizi?" Wang Lao was immediately relieved, and only those peerless masters could teach such a genius of Tianzhong, who reached the top of the martial arts at a young age, and the Xuanji Gate acted strangely, did not follow common sense, not to mention being a flower child, even if he went to be a farmer to cultivate the land, he could accept it.

"Sort of. Xiao Shu did not deny that Tianjizi did have the grace of a half-teacher to him.

"The grandmaster of the Tianji generation, the old man has been admired for a long time, but he is just ...... Hui Ji will be injured, if the Lingshi is still here, maybe that real person will not fall to such a point. Elder Wang sighed.

"Zhang Zhenren, what's wrong with him?" Xiao Shu was startled and hurriedly asked.

"Childe didn't know that Zhang Zhenren went west alone, forced back the Tuxia Kingdoms, and finally sat at the head of the city, but it is a pity that a generation of kendo masters ended up like this, and in the end he fell into infamy. Wang Lao said and sighed.

"Wang Lao's words are bad, if I want me to scold him is light, the repeated invasions of the Tuxia countries are not for the land, my Yue country has been plagued by natural disasters for many years, and the strength of the army is empty, even if you give up one or two states, you must know the current affairs for the handsome, and it is not too late to settle the accounts when the country is reorganized, he is good, but he wants to be a hero at this time, and completely tear his face with people, this time I think that the little emperor did the right thing, and the person has nothing to do with it, all when he is crazy, this kind of madman should be scolded, otherwise the army will come to the city, who else can stop it? Who is willing to block? I'm afraid that I will have to slaughter millions to vent my hatred. Boyan retorted.

"Don't stop talking!"

Suddenly there was an angry shout outside the door, the door was slammed open, the person who came was Boyan's father, wearing a high crown, wearing a silk jade belt, a thin face, with a long beard, not angry and self-assured, followed by a woman in a plain white robe, phoenix eyes and blue eyebrows, dignified and elegant and picturesque, with a delicate jade bracelet on her white wrist, although there are fine lines at the corners of her eyes, but she is still very beautiful.

Boyan was so frightened that he hurriedly got up and said, "Dad, you came back so early?"

"If I don't come back, I don't know how many rebellious things you will say, if you spread half a sentence of these words, I am afraid that your father and my head will be hung on the imperial city wall immediately!"

"Master, Boyan is also unintentional. Su Jin said with relief.

"You just protect him! When something happens, you'll know it's too late, what does a woman know!" Bo Qian was so angry that he didn't go down in a cold sweat, squinted his eyes and looked around, and finally fell on He Xiaoji.

"Shibo, Madame is right, Boyan has always been open-mouthed, and always likes to say some ridiculous things, you know, don't take it to heart. He Xiao got up and saluted Boqian and said.

"Who should I be so kind-faced, my eyes are not good at night, it turns out to be Young Master He, I don't know how Ling Zun is doing lately?" Bo Qianpi asked with a smile, he had never had a good impression of He Xiaoji, but he still maintained a relationship on the surface, after all, his own son loved to mix with this yin and yang weird He Xiaoji.

"My father is fine, but Uncle Shi is in trouble. He Xiaozhi said politely.

"Boyan, look at it, people speak in a measured way, next time you speak disrespectfully, just go to the ancestral hall for me to kneel, let the ancestors and ancestors take a good look, what is going on in our uncle's family!" ”

"Mother, this girl from the east and west and the little master from the north and south of the inner room are people from Buddhism, Yan Er knows that you like Buddhism, so she specially invited the two of you home. Boyan took his mother's hand and said.

Mrs. Su Jin smiled when she heard this, "Yan'er has a heart, but the Dharma is profound, and she has some shallow opinions for her mother, but she is afraid that people will laugh." ”

"Madame is humble, although he is a person in Buddhism, but his understanding of Buddhism is only scratching the surface, how dare he speak falsely. Seeing that Su Jin was so polite, she hurriedly got up and said, she has a good impression of this dignified and elegant lady.

Su Jin was about to speak, but when he heard the sound of pain in the inner room, he couldn't help but look in curiously, but he didn't step forward to lift the curtain, just turned his head to look at Boyan and asked, "What's wrong with the little master in the north and south?"

"Madame, don't care about him, the flesh is just a mortal, and all pain is tempering, this is the original words of the north and the south. Stuff said.

Everyone who knew what was going on was silent, but only the little beggar covered his mouth and smiled.

"The little master of the north and south has suffered some external injuries, and you also know that in recent years, the smoke has been particularly repulsive to outsiders, and the little master of the north and south has also suffered some unjustified disasters. Boyan explained as he looked at things with pleading eyes.

"Alas, natural and man-made disasters make the world impermanent. The old man just shook his head and sighed, and didn't say much, as the saying goes, trouble comes from the mouth, and he doesn't dare to say anything like Boyan.

Xiao Shu got up and left the table, came to the courtyard alone, it was drizzling outside, like fog, silent, rippling in the air, misty, at the end of January, the weather was cold, the magnolia in the courtyard had no green and no leaves, stretching the branches, and the warm white flowers diffused with fragrance, turning into the night breeze.

Xiao Shu didn't realize it at first, but a moment of dense drizzle wet his clothes and long hair, holding up a red umbrella, the moon was like Emei, looming among the clouds, and it was not real in the drizzle.

The invincible three swords of heaven, earth and man were so easily swallowed up by the waves of the world, and another kendo peak left, obviously only one step away from soaring, and Tianjizi was also like this at the beginning, maybe he was trapped by his heart, maybe it was something else, he could always stop people in front of the gate of heaven.

Xiao Shu originally planned to ask Zhang Daoquan for advice if he had the opportunity, but now he ......

"The so-called fairy road is really sluggish. Xiao Shu sighed softly, the red leaf sword came out in response, and the moment he held the hilt of the sword, the torrent-like sword path surged into his heart again, and vaguely Xiao Shu saw Zhang Daoquan's figure.

Xiao Shu put down the red umbrella, raised the sword and danced, the three swords of heaven, earth and man reappeared, his every movement was so slow, if someone saw it, they would definitely feel depressed in their hearts, but what they didn't understand was that the weight of the Tao was more than a thousand mountains.

Zhang Daoquan's figure became clearer and clearer, and in a trance, it was no longer Xiao Shu who was standing in the courtyard dancing with a sword at this moment, but Zhang Zhenren, who killed 100,000 enemies and sat at the head of the city.

After the three sword dances, Xiao Shu vaguely felt as if something was missing, but he couldn't think of anything, looking at the red leaf sword in his hand in vain, the rain was dense, gathering on the slender sword body, and the water droplets gradually became larger, and finally they couldn't bear the weight, and they merged into a small stream of water and slid down.

Xiao Shu frowned, as long as he was still holding the sword, the vast sword path would attack like a demonic barrier, constantly intruding on his thinking, which was also the reason why he no longer held the sword for a long time, without his own sword dao, he couldn't keep his mind clear at all, he was like a clay man crossing the sea, and he was still difficult to take care of, how could he control the enemy?

After a while, he couldn't tell whether it was beads of sweat or rain, and he couldn't stop sliding down from Xiao Shu's forehead and neck, and in a blink of an eye, his clothes were soaked, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword couldn't help trembling, like a soldering iron, constantly stinging his heart.

"Mr. Xiao?"

A sudden voice interrupted Xiao Shu's thoughts, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was Nanbei who was covered with plaster gauze, carrying a wooden chair in his hand, grinning his teeth, and his whole body hurt as if he had been pricked by needles with every step he took.

Nanbei put down the chair and poked his head out, a cool breeze mixed with the rain made him shudder, shrunk back, sat on the chair and said, "It's too stuffy inside and I don't have much appetite, come out to breathe, it's still raining, I said why is it so cold." ”

"How's the injury, it's okay. Xiao Shu took the red leaves back into the umbrella, wiped the rain off his face, walked to Nanbei and asked, after all, people were injured because of them.

"You can't die, it's good to raise a scab for two days, but Mr. Xiao, don't you have something on your mind, you might as well say it and see if the little monk can solve the doubts for Mr. Nanbei asked while rubbing his sore shoulders.

"Speaking of which, I really have a question that I don't understand. Xiao Shu stood beside the north and south, the water on his body converged into a puddle on the ground in a blink of an eye, and the eaves were dripping down, like a curtain of water.

"Oh?" Nanbei looked at Xiao Shu curiously, and suddenly saw the red rosary on Xiao Shu's wrist, only to feel a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"I can't ask for it, life is so hard, the soldiers are endless, the fighting is endless, the good and evil are indistinguishable, right and wrong are difficult to judge, and the way of heaven is unfair, why?" Xiao Shu looked at the dark sky with empty and godless eyes, for some reason, the sky was always dark.

The north and south frowned tightly when they heard the words, the sound of rain continued, the insects chirped endlessly, the two of them sat and stood together, without saying a word, and suddenly the north and south frowned, as if they had realized that "they can't ask for it, they are greedy, life is hard, it is cause and effect, the soldiers are constant, the fighting is endless, it is the benefit, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, it is difficult to determine right and wrong, and it is the heart." ”