By the time Jiang Baochan woke up from his slumber, it was already moonlit and starry.

On the bonfire not far away, two thick twigs with thick bowls inserted a pork leg roasted in oil, smelling the fragrance.

Bow your head and hold a pig's leg and gnaw on the sword full of oil, and wipe the broken hair that fell from your forehead from time to time, and the firelight reflects the bald head, shining!

"Awake?" Jian Wuzheng patted the pig's head beside him and beckoned, "Come and try my craft." ”

Jiang Baochan sat aside silently, stretched out his hand to take the pork leg handed over by the sword, and stared at the bonfire.

For this old man who has been driving the car for many years, Jiang Baochan suddenly didn't know what to say.

Do you blame him for not reminding himself not to step into the trap, or do you blame him for not helping him when he was attacked?

Or, in the few days in the black prison, why didn't he show up and rob the prison with the unparalleled strength in his father's mouth?

After coming out of the black prison for half a year, he has never been out of the Hou Mansion again, so naturally he has no contact with him.

Now when we meet at first glance, I really don't know what to say.

Jian Wuzheng finished gnawing the remaining meat on the pork leg in two bites, and threw the bone into the bonfire, smashing out a spark. Brushing his hair with his greasy hand, he looked at Jiang Baochan's hand holding the pig's leg, and suddenly said solemnly: "Young master, you are not suitable for sword training, let alone martial arts." ”

Jiang Baochan couldn't help but be stunned when he heard his words so affirmatively, and then looked at this sword master who was said to be a rare sword master in the world.

"You missed the best day to practice swords, even if you practice Sanfu in summer and Sanjiu in winter, it is impossible to catch up with the master who ambushed you in Yinjiagou in your lifetime. Jian Wuzheng stared at the bonfire, the bonfire continued to exude heat, but Jian Wuzheng's words were getting colder and colder, and he didn't know why he wanted Bao Toad to practice the sword, probably because he didn't want his senior brother's only son to follow his own old path: "What's more, the longevity trick you practiced is not a clever internal kung fu, and it takes half a day of luck before making a move, which is simply a joke." You're lucky, enough time for those two killers to kill you ten times. ”

"Oh. Jiang Baochan just responded lightly, casually put down the pork leg that he had no appetite to eat, and brushed the broken hair in front of his forehead with the appearance of learning to be indisputable, he has also read a lot of cheats in the past six months, and almost read the books in the house, he naturally knows that the longevity formula is not a clever martial art, and it is even a little inferior to ordinary fist and foot kung fu, he practices this exercise, simply because this exercise can be practiced as long as he does not die, and he can learn it as long as he works hard. For the words of the sword, he could only smile slightly: "I want revenge." ”

"If you want to take revenge, you don't have to be a martial arts master. There are many, many people in the rivers and lakes who are willing to kill people with their heads for the money and power you have at your fingertips. Jian Wuzheng turned his head and looked at his senior brother's only son, Jiang Baochan was dressed in white, staring intently at the bonfire, the bright bonfire was shining in his eyes, He Zeng was not the senior brother and himself who were still on the mountain back then. Jian Wuzheng suddenly felt a little powerless to continue: "Bao Chan, go find the old people from the past senior brother, learn some tricks of power and strategy, this Laoshizi longevity technique, just practice the strong life and keep fit." ”

"Senior brother?" After all, Jiang Baochan was only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old young man, and when he heard the secret that his father had never mentioned, he naturally became interested: "So, my father and you are in the same school?

A hint of thought flashed in Jian Wuzheng's eyes. This perennial sword practitioner has a somewhat wooden head, and he really can't tell whether it's better to make up a white lie or tell him the truth.

Fortunately, Jiang Baochan is not the kind of person who breaks the casserole and asks the truth, Jian Wufu does not answer, he doesn't care, and says to himself: "No wonder my father often boasts that not even a fly can fly in the Hou Mansion." ”

Jian Wuzheng looked at this child who was carved out of a mold when he was young, and silently lowered his head.

After all, the more people know, the more tired they are. Maybe the senior brother just knows too many secrets and carries too many secrets. I simply broke the jar this time, and handed over the biggest variable.

The brothers who put down the mountain are just chess pieces after all. Those on the mountain are the chess players.

The night was dark, dark as iron, and it made people's hearts uncomfortable.

"By the way" Jiang Baochan seemed to remember something: "Did the woman who killed Li Yanguan use a sword?

Jian Wuzheng shook his head: "I can't tell who is strong and who is weak." The fight to the death is just a moment, there are too many variables, and there are too many possibilities that can appear. ”

"Oh? I thought that the masters were the same as the blind man who told the story in the town of Huailou, as soon as they met, they reported to their homes, competed with the internal force, and the winning road was a concession, and the losing road was goodbye. ”

Jian Wuzheng also smiled: "If there is only internal force between masters, then the masters must be some seventy or eighty characters, what else does this Jianghu mean." ”

"Isn't there any treasure like a thousand-year-old ginseng and a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, which can casually increase the power of a Jiazi. Jiang Baochan is also leisurely fascinated by those legends, collecting the world's divine weapons, how is it not a kind of compensation for this dream of rivers and lakes that can never be realized.

"There is one in this mountain, I will take you to find it?" Jian Wuzheng pointed to the top of the green peak in the distance.

Jiang Baochan was stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up, and then he was ecstatic, nodding again and again.

Jian Wuzheng laughed: "Dream!"