"The boat is slow", Yang Ze and the others had just boarded the boat, and someone behind them softly shouted to the boatman who was about to support the oars offshore.

"Girl, is this yours?"

Ye Qingxuan turned around and saw a person in his early twenties, wearing a green robe with a collar, elegant appearance, a straight back, like a strong bamboo, followed by a boy with a bag on his back.

He was holding a sachet embroidered with a golden lotus flower in his hand, and this person was none other than a scholar who had just sat opposite Mr. Private School in the teahouse.

Thinking that Ye Qingxuan had just left the teahouse in a hurry, and left the sachet in the teahouse, and was picked up by this scholar, this sachet was a woman's personal belongings, Ye Qingxuan's face turned red, and she agreed softly.

"Thank you, Childe", Ye Qingxuan thanked him and turned to get on the boat.

Looking at the distant building boat, the green-robed scholar was like a thin bamboo fixed on the shore, stupid and immovable.

"Young master, the boat has already gone away", the scholar with his backpack stepped forward and urged, with a look of disgust, the things in his backpack were too heavy, his shoulders were sore, and he kept rubbing his shoulders, and it was already great patience to watch the boat disappear here.

Only then did the scholar come back to his senses, only to realize that he had just made a little gaffe, his face was slightly red, and he smiled calmly at the scholar, who frowned, and the two left one after the other.

Outside Lingyun Villa, the old woman Han Yao was already waiting in front of the door, watching Yang Ze come back and whispering a few words, Flying Knife Ding Wei didn't expect this ugly-looking old woman to leave them and return to the villa alone, touching her head and thinking for a long time. For the fact that he didn't want to pay attention to anything other than martial arts in his mind, he wouldn't be willing to stay in the Yang Mansion for so many years for the sake of a unique secret book of the sect.

In the living room of Lingyun Villa, a fat man wrapped like a dumpling was killing a table of wine, completely forgetting the pain on his body.

Four years ago, Yang Ze once met this fat man with an iron sword in Jiangzhou. In the Xieyue Lake Pavilion, he and Yang Ze were drunk. Lying on the ground, he boasted that he wanted to travel all over the world, visit famous teachers all over the world, and become a flying sword for thousands of miles, and a Kunlun kendo master on the imperial sword. In order to show off, he also specially brushed a set of swordsmanship that he had learned secretly on the wall of the Rotten Ke Temple in Lingzhou for the old horseman of the Yang family, who had never seen the world, and the old horseman also praised him for his good swordsmanship.

Later, he quietly left Jiangzhou, and he was never heard from again, and he didn't expect to meet in Huizhou, but he seemed to be fatter than in Jiangzhou.

Among the eight views of Mata Lake, the most prestigious is the White Causeway Full Moon Blue Wave Pavilion on the island in the middle of the lake.

At this time, Yang Ze stood on the bridge and looked over, at this time, the moon was in the sky, the breeze was blowing, and the moonlight flowed on the water, sparkling like silver.

"I was pitying the fire tree Qianchun Yan, and suddenly saw the clear light reflecting the moon. The shark beads still bring water to the sea, and the hall is full of sleeves and want to be cold", Yang Ze muttered in a low voice the song "Jiang Yue" composed by Qu Wushuang, which is quite appropriate at this moment, Yang Ze touched the railing of some years, leaned on the side of the pavilion pillar, and drank the wine.

The fat man sat on the stone platform in the pavilion, leaning on the iron sword at his side.

"Happy, happy".

It was already late at night, Ye Qingxuan and the others had been shopping all night, and they were sleepy and tired, and they had already fallen asleep in Lingyun Villa.

"Don't you always say that it's useless to learn martial arts, you have to be an idle prose person, how can you carry such a gorgeous sword and pretend to be a swordsman?", the fat man touched Yang Ze's Qingfeng sword, drooling with envy, "It's better to use your sword." Suddenly, the fat man groaned.

"How is your injury?", Yang Ze asked with concern, it seems that the wound hurts again.

"This injury is nothing, a few pounds of meat is nothing, as long as I can learn real swordsmanship, I can bear any hardship", the fat man grinned, obviously his wound hurt again. This down-and-out swordsman is a little shabby, and his swordsmanship is not very good, but he has the toughness of a good man.

"Your swordsmanship seems to have improved a lot more than before, and you went to that temple and Daoguan to learn it secretly?"

"I really didn't learn these tricks secretly, but unfortunately I still haven't learned the essence," the fat man hurriedly swallowed the fist-sized piece of beef and defended.

"Oh, could it be that you really met the Grandmaster?", Yang Ze raised his head with a look of disbelief.

The fat man blushed, prayed sincerely to the air for a long time, and lowered his head to think about it.

"We two are brothers who have drunk, and I swore not to tell outsiders, you are not an outsider, and it doesn't matter if you say it. I arrived in Lingzhou a few months ago, and I originally wanted to go to the temple again to learn a few tricks. Later, I met a six-year-old child in the Rotten Ke Temple, saying that he was a friend of the Buddha of the Rotten Ke Temple, and he came all the way to bet, but unfortunately the owner was not at home. He asked me to carry him to Huizhou, and I still haven't finished playing chess. The reward was to teach me two swordsmanship, and praised me for this iron sword as the treasure of the sword. I saw that he was lonely and pitiful, so I walked with him, and there was a good one on the road. But then I believed that he might really be a friend of the Buddha, and not long after leaving the Lingzhou realm, we met a tiger with hanging eyes and wanted to eat us. I asked him to run down the hill, and he smiled and raised his hand to split the tiger and the boulder under its seat, as easy as cutting a piece of tofu, and said that this was the first trick I taught the Tiger Sword", the fat man said here with a surprised expression, and he seemed to be still immersed in the surprise and did not come out, and only smiled self-deprecatingly after a while.

"What about the kid?"

"I don't know, when I arrived at the border of Huizhou, I disappeared in a blink of an eye. I think maybe it was my sincerity that moved the Sword Immortal Ancestor. Master Zu turned into a boy and came to light me, I originally thought that he would appear in the ring, but I didn't want to be beaten like this", the fat man said proudly, as if he was not ashamed of being beaten violently.

"Oh, I see", Yang Ze muttered to himself, it seems that the boy he said is the six-year-old child who played chess with the chess saint Cao Yunzi in Wuyi Lane tonight, if it weren't for tonight to see him playing chess with the chess saint, I'm afraid Yang Ze would think that the fat man had a good face and was talking nonsense.

"By the way, what about your unspeakable scholar, why haven't you seen him all this time?"

Yang Ze stood up, and the mist rising into the distance seemed to be more hazy, and the lake had disappeared from the surface of the lake, and the fog was vast, only to see the world and the earth, a big tree with a thick embrace, and a few night crows that were disturbed by some animals flew away from the branches, chirping around the trees.

"Qingfeng ......", the fat man muttered repeatedly, looked at the Qingfeng sword in his hand, already understood, and burst into tears.

"Do you have any plans in the future, continue to wander like this?", Yang Ze changed the topic, not wanting to continue talking.

"En", the fat man held the hilt of the iron sword, got up with great effort, stood beside Yang Ze, wiped the beef juice soup flowing from the corner of his mouth with his fat hand, and looked at the lake with resolute eyes. He has wandered so far, I don't know how many times he has been in the ring, how many times he has been thrown down, just to hone his not good swordsmanship, but he still will not give up, and he will continue to walk, he believes that he will always find a river and lake that belongs to him and can inhabit. "I want to continue on the road of learning swords, even if the way of the sword is as eternal as the long night, I will light that lamp in the dark night, even if it is extinguished in an instant."

Yang Ze didn't say anything to keep him.

He knew that if the fat man with the iron sword was willing to stay, he would have stayed in Jiangzhou a long time ago, no matter whether the fat man could learn clever swordsmanship or not, at least this was already his own Jianghu. Yang Ze is sometimes even a little jealous of the fat man, a person can wander freely in the rivers and lakes, without having to shoulder so much, although the martial arts are not in the stream, but he has the courage to chase the wind and dreams, and live up to his time.

Without saying goodbye, the fat man picked up the iron sword and turned around and left.

Walking out of the pavilion, the fat man resisted the iron sword on his shoulder, turned his back to the pavilion, and waved his hand backwards, "Brother, don't worry about the road of swordsmanship, who doesn't know you in the rivers and lakes, take care", he never looked back, limped and went away.

Only Yang Ze was left in a daze......