Sword of Coming

There is a short old man in a small town school. Although he is a master, he is slovenly dressed. His name is Chen Zhenrong. He likes to drink. When he is drunk, he will stretch out his fingers in the air and draw random, winding and twisted shapes. No one knows what he is doing. Write something or draw something. The drunken talk was neither Dali Mandarin nor Aquarius Island elegant dialect, and no one could understand it.

Although the old man's surname is Chen, he is not from the Chen family in Longwei County. However, Chen Songfeng, who has a distinguished status, respects the old man very much. The teachers in the school actually have a bad impression of this bad old man with a withdrawn temperament.

Today, the sloppy old man drank wine and walked drunkenly across the stone arch bridge to the blacksmith shop. He chanted loudly in his own dialect, "Hold the river, touch the mountains, ride the vitality, swim in the sky, the clouds steam and the rain flies, the sky hangs down and the sea stands, so majestic !”

When the old man arrived outside the shop, he finally didn't just rush in. He ran to the Longxu River to wash his face. Maybe a few handfuls of cold water couldn't wash away his drunkenness, so the old man simply lay on the ground, put his whole head into the cold water, and exerted all his strength. Shaking, finally lifted up suddenly, laughing loudly: "Comfortable, comfortable!"

The old man stood up and sighed suddenly, because he thought of the bleak situation of many descendants of the Chen family in the small town, who actually worked as slaves for other families. Although the old man had no connection with them, he also knew that the world was hard, and he could not blame those who were now disgraced. The descendants of the Chen family, who have the honor of their ancestors, have the same surname after all. The old man was really depressed, so he had to open the wine pot and hesitated. After a battle between heaven and man, he looked around, and then he acted like a thief again. He secretly took a sip of wine and muttered: "If it were in Nanbosu Island, as long as there were well-documented descendants of the Chen family, no matter how miserable they were, how could they be reduced to working for others? But Mr. Chen’s face is pure and elegant.”

When the old man said this, he slapped himself inexplicably, "You are such a shameless person and you can't keep your mouth shut. You still drink even after you say you won't drink!"

The old man had been slapped, he chuckled, smashed the jar, and took two more sips, which only gave himself two painless slaps.

After drinking two large gulps of the wine he bought from the beautiful woman, the old man was finally satisfied and walked straight into the blacksmith shop, shouting Ruan Qiong's name loudly. Soon Ruan Qiong walked out of a sword furnace and took off the cowhide skirt around his waist. , casually throwing it to the long-browed boy behind him.

As soon as the old man saw this Ruan family saint who was born in Fengxue Temple, he started to make trouble, "Ruan Qiong, you are not as good as Qi Jingchun, you are really far inferior to Qi Jingchun..."

Ruan Qiong didn't pay attention to this, as if he had been accustomed to it for a long time. He actually didn't even say hello to the old man and remained silent. On the contrary, the long-browed young man behind him frowned and just held back.

Ruan Qiong led the way, and the old man walked side by side with him. He was still unwilling to let go of Ruan Qiong's ears. He talked like a market lady. This time, the old man used the orthodox and elegant language of Posuzhou again, which had a unique charm. , "Ruan Qiong, look at Qi Jingchun, whose cultural background is so targeted by us, but he is willing to repay evil with kindness and help take care of that regular tree."

"If it were me, wouldn't it be nice to let that girl Chen Dui see the trees at the grave first, then turn around and crush them with her feet, leaving us happy for nothing? It's a pity that Qi Jingchun is a gentleman and doesn't do this kind of thing."

"So when someone goes to our ancestor to reason with him, even if he steals the sun on our ancestor's shoulders, our ancestor is still unwilling to break his face and let him 'borrow' it for a hundred years."

"Look at you again. It's not what I said about you. You are depressed and have not made any progress in your Taoist practice. In the end, you have accepted three or two kittens and puppies as the founding disciples. Let's just say that this little long-browed son, relying on his family's strength, How many years of good times can we have? One hundred years, or two hundred years?"

When the old man said this, he smiled at the long-browed young man. The confused young man was initially a little annoyed and disliked the old man for not respecting his master enough. But when the old man showed him the kind look of an elder, Xie Jia, who was soft-hearted but not hard-hearted, The young man could only nodded slightly, not knowing that this old fox was full of bad intentions and was actually speaking ill of him.

The old man followed Ruan Qiong to a house where there were several small green bamboo chairs lined up side by side. After the three of them sat down, the old man snorted coldly: "The little girl who is missing her thumb is so stupid that she is really yours." A fellow-minded person?"

"The last one is even more ridiculous. A wild boar spirit turned into a handsome young man. Haha, Ruan Qiong, Ruan Qiong, I am about to laugh out loud at you. Don't you feel embarrassed? I will be embarrassed for you." !”

Ruan Qiong finally spoke, "Are you done? I'll treat you to a drink after that."

Ruan Qiong asked the Xie family boy to get up and get some wine.

"Invite me to drink? That's okay. I don't want to drink it. I just follow the Romans and do as the host does. This is how a saint like you treats guests. You can drink this kind of wine to a large extent!"

The old man sat on the bamboo chair and turned to Ruan Qiong, "But drinking is drinking, and taking disciples is taking disciples. Now that you have left the hilltop of Fengxue Temple, you finally want to establish a sect. Now that you have already established a sect on the hilltop, you should discuss starting a mountain. The matter of the eldest disciple is over. If it really doesn’t work, I will find three disciples for you. Change them all! Even if they are just selected among the disciples of the Chen family in my Posuo continent, I guarantee that they will be better than the three named disciples you currently have."

Ruan Qiong was unmoved, "When I accept a disciple, I don't look at talent or talent, I only choose the character of mind."

The old man said angrily: "I knew it was such a bastard wording. You Ruan Qiong are just a stinking stone in the pit."

Ruan Qiong smiled for the first time and said: "Then you, Chen Zhenrong, are you still friends with me?"

Previously, Ruan Qiong was able to succeed the Confucian Qi Jingchun in charge of Lizhu Cave as a military strategist. Although it was related to Ruan Qiong's high level, the Confucian Chen family actually contributed a lot behind the scenes.

Ruan Qiong never denied anything about this.

"I am happy with it, but can you take care of it?!"

The old man turned around angrily and shouted: "Where's the wine? Why haven't we come yet with the wine we promised to entertain guests? What's the matter with that kid? Are you sincerely angry with me..."

Ruan Qiong saw his old friend chirping along the way and asked with a smile: "Why, when I arrived in Longquan County and saw the situation of the two descendants of the Chen family in the town, I felt unhappy? I'm not telling you, I'm telling you and Chunru The Chen family is beyond your reach, why are you angry?"

"If you don't mention this, you'll be in trouble."

The old man sighed and glanced sideways at Ruan Qiong, "As for you, for the sake of Xiuxiu, you originally wanted to hide in peace, but now it has become a land of right and wrong. Are you okay?"

Ruan Qiong shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, there are wrong moves."

The old man sneered: "You can have tough bones, but don't be tough with your mouth."

Ruan Qiong said softly: "If there is any trouble, I will definitely not be polite to you."

From the corner of his eye, the old man caught a glimpse of the girl in green clothes walking from a distance, and the boy from the Xie family beside her, bringing wine together.

The old man immediately smiled brightly and waved his arms towards the girl, "Xiuxiu, come on, come on, eh? Why did you turn around and leave? Don't leave. Xiuxiu, is there a man you like? If not, I will help you find it. Don't leave. In a place as big as Aquarius Continent to choose a man, a land of barbarians with no shit, what kind of good men can there be? Fengxue Temple Wei Jin and Da Li Song Changjing are not bad, but they are a bit older after all, so If you want to find it, just look for it in our Nan Posu Island... Alas, Xiuxiu has gone far away."

The old man was dejected, but fortunately there were two jugs of wine brought by the long-browed boy. One jug was placed at his feet, the other was opened, and he raised his head and started drinking.

Ruan Qiong took the jug, but had no intention of drinking. "You guys, Mr. Chen, have been searching all over, but you only found Cao Jun? If I remember correctly, he is already over a hundred years old, right?" "

The old man said anxiously: "What happened to Cao Jun? I think it's fine. If he hadn't been framed in his early years, he would be no worse than Wei and Jin. There are more than one or two great swordsmen who became late bloomers in history. Alas, blame him. Our ancestor, Cao Xi, is not very capable, but we, the Chen family’s children, have such talents and qualifications, let’s see who dares to trip him up?”

Ruan Qiong said nothing. He had a very bad impression of Cao Jun.

The old man sighed and said: "I'm surprised that people with the same surname in this town are so miserable. So where did all the luck go? In the past two thousand years, there were people with the surname Chen. Are you going to be successful in Aquarius Continent or other continents?"

Ruan Qiong thought for a while, "It seems not."

The old man suddenly thought, "That's right. But just in case..."

Ruan Qiong seemed to be facing a formidable enemy and almost scolded: "When did you, Chen Zhenrong, become such a philistine?!"

The old man stretched out a palm, and it turned out that the five fingers were trembling all the time. "I can't draw a real dragon. I can only draw some soft four-legged snakes. They still look real. I think I can change the name to a fake one in the future."

He took a sip of wine and said helplessly: "In this matter, if it were before, my words would still be of some use, but now I can't."

Ruan Qiong said angrily: "Mr. Chen, a dignified and mellow scholar..."

The old man interrupted Ruan Qiong's words, "Which family is not suffering from mud and sand. Within the Confucian tradition, there are not saints, gentlemen and wise men. Isn't there a distinction between high and low? What's more, this matter is not as dirty as you think."

Ruan Qiong was silent, his heart heavy, like a mountain weighing on his heart.

When manpower is exhausted, so is the saint.