A big old man who practices martial arts suddenly stopped talking about martial arts, and changed his career to be coquettish. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is like a person who is used to being a woman in the dust has changed his personality to be good, and suddenly, Xuanyuan Changkong's ideological realm seems to have improved a lot in an instant.

However, Xuanyuan Changkong's transformation is simply a big turn that is easy to get out of the brain.

Yang Mingjian wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh, he was afraid of laughing at the beginning of his heartache, he couldn't stand Xuanyuan Changkong, he didn't laugh, he was afraid of holding back his internal injuries, and he was sorry for himself.

This kind of ridiculous scene is really awkward and unspeakable, Yang Mingjian never dared to imagine that there would be a similar play in his dreams.

Yang Mingjian felt amused in his heart, but he didn't dare to show the slightest trace, and said casually: "How can my father-in-law be so elegant in such a simple thatched hut, poetic, and expressive." “

Xuanyuan Changkong chanted the poem catchily, he didn't feel embarrassed at all, but was even more interested, he coughed dryly, and said: "The author of this poem is called Du Fu, not I thought of it." The poems he wrote were about huts, and I just happened to be impressed. Luckily, the hut was still relatively intact and didn't make us suffer from the rain. If this thatched hut is dilapidated and the wind and rain drive straight in, we will be as miserable and pitiful as this Mr. Du Fu. But if the human heart is broken, I really don't know what it will be?"

Yang Mingjian has been practicing martial arts for so many years, and for the first time he felt a chilling sour smell of books, he still tried his best to hold back, in order to avoid losing his temper in front of his father-in-law, even if he was extremely disgusted, he asked in the tone of a good child: "May I ask my father-in-law, who did you learn this poem from?"

When Yang Mingjian said this, he was actually eager to know who had such great ability to play with Xuanyuan Changkong's mind so fascinated.

Xuanyuan Changkong talked eloquently, and the more he spoke, the more energetic he became, and said, "Who else? It's that Elder Du from a poor background." He has always regarded himself as a descendant of Du Fu, and he shakes his head and wanders around all day long, selling the works left by his ancestors. He read these poems in front of me no less than 50 times, when I first listened to them, I felt sour and disgusting, I really wanted to twist his mouth off, but later, I listened to a lot, I thought it was interesting, so I remembered it. In fact, don't underestimate these scholars, although the scholars are powerless, but their minds are as broad as the sea. That's far beyond what we martial arts veterans can't match. Their spitting can drown us. When you listen to these few verses, your heart is so broad. Du Fu, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, had a hard life, and he was unable to protect himself, and he was still worried about the suffering of other readers. He can sacrifice himself for the happiness of others. After listening to these poems many times, I still didn't understand them, and finally, out of studiousness, I gritted my teeth and quietly asked Elder Du for the meaning of these words. I have now figured out the meaning of those lines, but unfortunately Mr. Du Fu was destroyed by the wind, and we were lucky enough to sit in the hut and talk about his feelings. ”

Yang Mingjian then remembered that there seemed to be such a thing, and thought, I have heard this Elder Du recite poems, and it doesn't sound so awkward!

However, even if he was beaten to death, he didn't dare to say it nonsense.

Woe to the mouth!

Therefore, what should be said, can be said. It should not be said, it is better to poison yourself into a dumb person than to lose your mouth.

Otherwise, the words spoken are ugly, and the death is even more ugly!

At this time, Yang Mingjian had already dried his clothes, and he opened his mouth while putting on his clothes, saying: "We, the Justice Gang, have always been proud of supporting justice and eradicating evil, and we are ashamed of doing many injustices and being evil. We also have the same heart for the common people, but we can only do our best, and we can help one by one, and we can't completely ensure the peace of the world. Easier said than done. We are not good at speaking as poetically as Mr. Du Fu, but at least we have a clear conscience about what we have done!"

Yang Mingjian seemed to be careless, but Xuanyuan Changkong listened impassionedly for a while!

A word woke up the person in the dream, Xuanyuan Changkong slapped Yang Mingjian's shoulder vigorously, and praised repeatedly: "Good boy! Good job! I have listened to the words of others for so many years, and the words of you, this kid, have reached my heart." Just at your words, you impressed me!"

Yang Mingjian talked for a while, his face changed, he didn't know whether what he just said was good or bad, but he felt embarrassed in his heart.

Xuanyuan paused in the sky, but then said again, "Although you and I don't know anything about writing poetry. Writing poetry should be the same as using a sword, there is no real kung fu, only flower fists and embroidered legs, no matter how you brag about yourself, it is difficult to convince people. Du Fu is respected by the world as the "poet saint", that is, the world recognizes him as a saint who writes poetry, just like the "sword saint" in our martial arts, it is definitely a saint with a sword. If you, a swordsman, can become a character like the "Sword Master", it is very remarkable. Maybe then you'll naturally have the mind to be a saint. ”

Xuanyuan Changkong's words were full of words, Yang Mingjian nodded silently, he looked back and looked outside, and the rain had stopped at this time.

Yang Mingjian asked, "This heavy rain has been falling for more than an hour. Father, do we still have to hurry?"

Xuanyuan Changkong shook his head and said, "Don't worry, in another hour or two, it will be almost dark, if we hurry again, I'm afraid we won't be able to find a place to stay." Anyway, it's a good place right now, we'll be here for the night, and we'll leave tomorrow. ”

Yang Mingjian got up and said, "Father-in-law, I'll take these two horse brothers to fill my stomach, and by the way, I'll also get us some delicious food." ”

Outside, it was pouring rain and a mess.

Inside the house, Yang Mingjian and Xuanyuan Changkong chatted to their heart's content, but their two horses knew each other very well, as docile and quiet as sheep.

These two BMWs are the famous "God Eye Bole" in the rivers and lakes of Xuanyuan Changkong, and they are carefully selected from all over the world.

Xuanyuan Changkong has the grace of dripping water for the "God Eye Bole" guarantee. Bao Guan did his best to choose horses for Xuanyuan Changkong, just like choosing a concubine for the emperor in the palace, screening layer by layer, and did not dare to make any omissions.

The so-called heroes are matched with BMWs, and people in the rivers and lakes walk the rivers and lakes without capable mounts. This BMW is like a weapon in the hands of people in the rivers and lakes, and if it is used satisfactorily, the hero will not worry about being useless.

These two BMWs know human nature, and they have been with their owners for a long time, and they know that their owners love them, and when they saw Yang Mingjian walking towards them, they didn't wait for Yang Mingjian to get close, and they had already walked a few steps forward to meet them.

Yang Mingjian touched the heads of the two BMWs respectively, and said in a tone full of pity: "Brother Ma, Brother Ma, you are so attached to me, how can you let me be willing to ride on your back and let you suffer the humiliation of your crotch?

Xuanyuan Changkong couldn't help hearing this, turned his head, let out two "sinister laughs" with "hehe", and said: "If you really have such deep affection, kiss your mouth, so that I, the big matchmaker, can be a witness here!"

Yang Mingjian pretended not to hear it, led the two horses, spoke to them while going out, and said: "Brother Ma, Brother Ma, I am a male, you are also a male, how can a male and a male be embarrassed to kiss each other? The outside world is so big, let's see if Uncle Ben can find a beautiful woman for you who can get along, and that's it for your life?"

Xuanyuan Changkong pricked up his ears and listened, shaking his head from time to time, looking at the figure of Yang Mingjian leaving with the horse, he squeezed out a very helpless smile on his face.