"It's just an old man. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The scarred face smiled slightly, sighed, and looked at the wordless stone tablet again.

"It's barely an old man. ”

"What are you and your teacher...... What's the relationship?"

Yang Shuo had already made up his mind at the moment, but after he settled his mind, he found that this scarred face should be half a hundred years old, but the thick scar on his face covered his years, but the layers of folds at the corners of his eyes couldn't deceive people.

"Are you Sikong Gu? No, you should be Yang Shuo......, right? Could it be that Mr. Fei deliberately taught a heavenly cripple?"

Yang Shuo looked at the scarred face intently, but soon had to admit that this person had really never heard of his "left-handed sword", otherwise he would never have asked such a question.

"You call your teacher 'sir', do you know what your teacher's real name is?"

Although he didn't have much suspicion about this person, out of prudence, Yang Shuo still risked disobedience and asked the scarface.

The scarred face was a little puzzled, looked at the wordless tablet, and then looked at Yang Shuo.

"Mr. Wu's real name is Mr., and he likes to be called 'Mr.', but for some unnecessary considerations, the name he uses in the rivers and lakes is 'Qingshan', but his real name is still the word 'Mr.'. ”

At this point, the scarred face slapped the door of the head and said with a wry smile: "So you kid can't trust me, I'm just here to see an old friend." ”

"Before the death of the teacher, he was already in his prime, but looking at the voice of his predecessors, he was only half a hundred, how could he become a close friend with his teacher?"

"More than half a hundred years old?" the scarred face smiled bitterly again, "Could it be that I have become this appearance, but I am still more than ten years younger?"

Seeing Yang Shuo's suspicious eyes again, this scarred face had to continue to explain to Yang Shuo: "The old man's surname is Zhu, his name is Wudong, he is already sixty and eight this year, probably your kid's age has doubled, and it can't compare to me, right?"

Yang Shuo looked at the senior who called himself "Zhu Wudong" for a long time, and finally nodded.

"Forgive the juniors for taking the liberty of being presumptuous, what is the relationship between the seniors and the teacher? If the seniors can't say why, don't blame the juniors for offending them again. ”

"You kid......"

Zhu Wudong's remaining eyebrows were raised, but he took two steps closer, and a pair of eyes also shifted from Mr. Wu's tombstone to Yang Shuo.

"It's like when he was younger. ”

A sigh was followed by a burst of laughter that made Yang Shuo even more inexplicable.

"Boy, let's go in and talk, my old leg has been walking for a long time, and I want to rest. ”

When Yang Shuo came to his senses completely, he found that he had already sat at a separate table with Zhu Wudong, who claimed to be Mr. Wu's "friend", but the pot of tea in front of him was brewed by Zhu Wudong.

"Brother Wu likes to add some garlic and salt to this tea, saying that it tastes more complicated, but I still like the tea brewed in this mountain spring water, so that the tea fragrance is overflowing, and there is a fragrance in the light fragrance when you drink it, what's wrong with this? Boy, pour it yourself, do you want my old man to pour you tea, or like Brother Wu, sneer at this tea?"

"Clear tea has the taste of clear tea, but the teacher likes a different taste, and it may not be bad. ”

Yang Shuo didn't have much doubt about Zhu Wudong's identity at the moment, and he couldn't know Mr. Wu's preferences, no matter how he thought about it, he didn't seem to be a person who had never crossed paths with Mr. Wu. But Yang Shuo also had doubts in his heart at the moment, Zhu Wudong said that he and his teacher were old friends, but why couldn't he recognize himself? Could it be that this Zhu Wudong was a hermit, completely cut off from the rivers and lakes, because he had never heard of his own name? But why had I never heard the name "Zhu Wudong" in the rivers and lakes? If it was an old friend of "Jianghuai Renxia", why did he have no name in the rivers and lakes?

Although Yang Shuo was full of doubts at this moment, he still picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, this tea was clear, and it was about the well water in the backyard, but the fragrance of this tea was something that Yang Shuo had never smelled.

After taking a sip and putting the hot tea into his throat, Yang Shuo's whole body was refreshed.

"This tea is good, isn't it? This is cooked by the old man himself, this tea tree, the old man has also painstakingly cultivated it for more than ten years. ”

Yang Shuo put the teacup on the table and nodded slightly. I thought to myself, "Could it be that this person is just a tea farmer, not a person from the rivers and lakes? But he, a tea farmer, why does he have these scars on his face? How did he, a tea farmer, get to know the master?"

"It's a pity that your master can't taste the tea made by Lao Yu himself. ”

Zhu Wudong sighed, seemed to be a little melancholy, and he didn't know that he was sighing for Mr. Wu, lamenting that he would never have a chance to drink this cup of tea again. is still sighing for himself, lamenting that Mr. Wu can no longer affirm his view that "tea is the right way".

"What is the ...... between the predecessors and the teacher?"

"Why are you in a hurry like your master? The tea has been prepared, and the two of us have already sat down, and I will naturally tell you clearly what you want to know." ”

"The juniors didn't peep at the hearts of the seniors, but the seniors suddenly came here this time, but they happened to meet the juniors, which really surprised the juniors...... In short, I hope that the seniors will not blame the younger generations. ”

Yang Shuo hurriedly lowered his head, and after hurriedly explaining, he apologized again.

"It's not like him, he never explains it for himself, and you really should learn from him, and that's the key to his ability to beat me. ”

Yang Shuo's eyebrows straightened, and his lips unconsciously retracted.

"The old man hasn't set foot in the rivers and lakes for almost thirty years, maybe he has changed a lot, but he should still be the same person, right?"

"The words of the seniors, the juniors are really a little ......"

"Yang Shuo, did your master ever tell you, which sect we are?"

Yang Shuo shook his head and said, "The mentor only disciplines me and Ah Hui's martial arts, and the juniors and younger brothers have also asked the mentor about the origin of the martial arts of his own school, but he refuses to tell the juniors. ”

"He didn't say?"

Yang Shuo nodded, as if he remembered something again, and no longer cared about the dignity of the juniors, and suddenly looked directly at Zhu Wudong's eyes: "Since the teacher is unwilling to tell the juniors, I hope that the seniors will stop here, and if you continue to talk about it, the juniors are afraid that the master will know about it, and they will blame the juniors for not respecting the teacher." ”

Zhu Wudong was stunned, his eyes looked Yang Shuo up and down for an unknown number of times, and finally saw that Yang Shuo's scalp was slightly numb, and Zhu Wudong said: "It seems that you are really not like him, not at all, are you really Yang Shuo?"

Although Yang Shuo was a little unhappy in his heart at the moment, he still nodded.

"That's weird, how could he, a person who likes to follow the rules the most, teach an apprentice like you?"

"I hope that the seniors will not slander the teacher. ”

Facing Yang Shuo's two eyes that were almost spewing flames, Zhu Wudong smiled and nodded.

"Then I'll tell you about the origin of the scar on my face. ”

(To be continued.) )