Dong Rengui walked out of the courtyard with a sad heart, coinciding with Dong Dayong's return from a banquet. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"The child has seen his father. Dong Rengui stood on the side of the road in a depressed mood and saluted, his original worries were gone under the impact of this series of events, and he had no intention of getting close to Dong Dayong at all.

At this time, he only felt tired, and just wanted to go back and sleep well, but the world was unsatisfactory, he just wanted to deal with Dong Dayong and go back to rest, but Dong Dayong was about to talk to him.

"Rengui, you came just in time, it just so happened that the old man had something to discuss with you, so you came with me. Dong Dayong greeted drunkenly.

Dong Rengui had no choice but to follow Dong Dayong to the backyard, wait in the study for a while, and wait for Dong Dayong to wash and change clothes, and the father and son sat in the study and talked.

Dong Dayong first comforted Dong Rengui, and then counted down a bunch of his deficiencies, so that he could correct them in the future, and after a lesson, he drank the ginseng soup and pretended to be casual: "The old man and Zhang Zhizhou drank tonight, and the old man asked you a question during the banquet, Zhang Zhizhou was very angry about what you made a mistake, let the old man educate you well."

In addition, he put forward a point of view on this matter, the college examination is two examinations in three years, one examination this year, and next year is the year of the township examination, and if the hospital examination is not held, if you do not take other methods, then you can only participate in the college examination in the year after tomorrow.

Therefore, he proposed three solutions, one is to re-examine, and ask the old man to open the door of Yang Xin, the deputy envoy of the university, so that you can participate in the hospital examination of other state capitals, strive to be the first in the case, and then participate in the township examination next year.

Second, it is to directly let you participate in the recording examination before the township examination next year, in the name of filling the Confucian students, directly obtain the qualification for the township examination, as long as the examination is promoted, then everything will be fine, and all doubts will naturally disappear.

As for the three, that is, donating to the prison, giving you a place as a prisoner, entering the Nanjing Guozi Prison to study, and directly participating in the examination in the future with the qualification of paying tribute, what do you think of these three methods? Which one do you plan to choose?"

Looking at the tired look on Dong Dayong's face that could not be hidden, listening to him planning for his future, Dong Rengui's heart was full of gratitude, and he felt guilty for his cold attitude before, and said, "Which method does my father think should be chosen?"

Dong Dayong glanced at Dong Rengui and played with the soup Gu in his hand, "In the old man's opinion, you should choose the first method, first obtain the qualification for the re-examination, strive to enter the school, and then consider the problem of next year's township examination." ”

Dong Rengui hesitated when he heard this: "Grandmaster Yang is a square person, his path is not so easy to walk, instead of letting his father see people's faces, it is better to let the child participate in next year's posthumous examination and strive to be promoted in the exam." ”

"Fart!" Dong Dayong suddenly became angry, and put Tang Gu on the table heavily, "How many literati have been blocked from the township examination, do you think you can pass the exam?

Forget it, according to the old man, you should first take the fame of a showman, and then think about other things! This matter is decided, you should review well and prepare for the re-examination. ”

Dong Dayong waved his hand a little tiredly and asked Dong Rengui to go back to rest.

Looking at Dong Dayong's tired look, Dong Rengui wanted to speak and stopped, and finally bowed his head and said: "Then according to the father's wishes, the child will retire, and father, you should rest early." ”

Dong Rengui went back to his room with a stirring mood, washed and changed his clothes under the service of the big girl, and went to bed.

The night is getting deeper, this day, Dong Rengui has encountered so many things, although he is physically and mentally exhausted, but he can't sleep over and over, he opened his eyes, looked at the top of the tent in the dark, and asked himself, is his life going to spend in this dog and fly camp?

Do you want to watch your father laugh and suffer humiliation for his premise? Also, do you really want to hide like this all the time? What happened that day? I want strength, I have enough strength to find out what happened that day, to relieve this eternal pain in my heart!

He thought about the blood of that night, reached out and touched his eyebrows, thought of the light that appeared in his mind inexplicably, and made up his mind - I must step into the path, transcend the world, control my own destiny, and solve all the doubts in my heart!

That night, he had a dream in which a high-crowned man with a face that could not be seen clearly held a long sword like a flood of autumn water, dancing out of thin air.

In the midst of the cold light, I faintly heard this person, chanting, the sword is made of iron, it is psychic because of its attachment, it is moved by its heart, it is alive because of blood, and it is dead because of non-thoughts......

The art of the sword is to regulate the breath, hold the yuan and keep one, make the sword one, reciprocate, and endless......

The next day, early in the morning, Dong Rengui, who was woken up by the maidservant, sat on the bed with his forehead in confusion, recalling last night's dream and the sword trick that the light in his mind.

The sword trick flowed in his heart like flowing water, and he unconsciously had a strange feeling about the sword, as if he was born with a sword, like his own limbs, but now it was separated from himself.

Thinking of the long sword, he reached out and grabbed the hilt of the long sword next to the pillow and drew it, and was about to pull out the long sword, but unexpectedly, this draw, he felt a light in his hand, and he did not have the heavy and solid feeling of the long sword in his hand in the past.

He looked back with some surprise, and the sword made of ten refined steel actually turned into pieces silently, looking at the fragments of the long sword, a feeling of emptiness suddenly filled his heart.

In a depressed mood, Dong Rengui had no intention of exploring why the long sword had turned into pieces, although he knew that it was all related to his dream.

With an indescribable mood, as in the past, he bathed and changed his clothes, dressed neatly, went to the front yard to have breakfast with Dong Dayong and Dong Renhui, and came to his small study to prepare to read.

When he walked into the study and saw the long sword hanging on the wall, in the early morning, that strange feeling came to his heart again, so he couldn't help but step forward to take off the long sword, draw the sword out of the sheath, and shake his hand, a beautiful sword flower bloomed in the room......

"Okay, good, good swordsmanship!" Dong Renhui suddenly appeared at the door of the study with applause, and praised loudly: "I didn't expect that your swordsmanship has made great progress second brother, looking at the sword you just now, your swordsmanship has already entered the room, and ordinary people can't reach the ...... without more than ten or twenty years of penance."

Dong Rengui was realizing the feeling of Pengbai in his heart, holding the long sword in his hand, a sense of familiarity came to his heart, the long sword in his hand, like an extension of his limbs, like an arm to make his fingers, a sense of joy to reunite with his old friend after a long time filled his heart, almost made him cry with joy.

At this moment, Dong Renhui walked in with applause, loudly praising his swordsmanship, and woke him up from this feeling.

"Big brother, what are you doing here?" Dong Rengui, who woke up from his beautiful feelings, glanced at Dong Renhui unhappily and asked in a cold voice.

"Alas, second brother, isn't my brother here to admit his mistake!" In the face of Dong Rengui's cold words, Dong Renhui was not angry, but accompanied him with a smiling face, and apologized with a hippie smile on his face.

After being stalked by Dong Renhui and unable to do anything, Dong Rengui had to force Dong Renhui to sign a lot of unequal treaties before he promised to forgive him, keep it secret for him, and not tell him what happened last night.

"Hey, second brother, our brothers grew up together, brother I know, although your swordsmanship is good, but it definitely can't reach the level just now, why did you improve your swordsmanship overnight?

Did that Inhuman teach you swordsmanship last night? Can you let my brother see Inhuman swordsmanship?"

After Dong Renhui received Dong Rengui's forgiveness and assurance, he brought the topic back to swordsmanship, revealing the true purpose of his trip.

"Yiren taught me swordsmanship?" Dong Rengui's heart jumped, but he said with a smile on his face: "It's true that he counted me down!" As he spoke, he recounted Mr. Tong's evaluation of him last night.

"Is there really not?" Dong Renhui asked relentlessly: "You had a good conversation with him last night, and he didn't give you a little guidance?"

"He said that I did not conform to his lineage, and refused to accept me as a disciple. Dong Rengui said with a regretful face: "But I believe that even if there is no guidance from another person, as long as I work hard, I can learn swordsmanship, and I will not let people tease me like this anymore!"

"Come on, without the guidance of a famous teacher, if you want to learn swordsmanship, it is as difficult as ascending to the sky!" Dong Renhui sneered and said: "It's better to find a way to get the guidance of a stranger, or to get a famous teacher." ”

"As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, there is no road in the world, and the more people walk, the road is formed, I believe that even without the guidance of a famous teacher, I can also find my own way in swordsmanship!" Dong Rengui said categorically.

"Besides, although my Dong family's family marksmanship is different from swordsmanship, but the stones of other mountains can attack jade, it may not be able to provide help, in my opinion, instead of looking for ethereal aliens, it is better to practice my Dong family's marksmanship first, and then touch the bypass, and study swordsmanship.

In this way, even if you can't learn swordsmanship, you can learn marksmanship, and if you have a skill, it is better than not achieving nothing in the future. ”

"Forget it, you go your way, and I'll continue to search for the Sword Immortal Inhuman. Dong Renhui shook his head in disappointment, didn't want to listen to Dong Rengui's reasoning anymore, turned around and left the study.

Dong Rengui looked at Dong Renhui's departing back, and a trace of apology flashed in his eyes, but Mr. Tong's warning was especially in his ears, and he didn't dare to disobey it easily.