You have to be cheap and good.
These words have never had anything to do with Liu Qing. As the first disciple of Nangong Mountain, he also possesses a very high level of cultivation in the three realms among the younger generation. Moreover, he has always been calm, gentle and peaceful in his daily life. Even though No matter what, these words can't be counted on Liu Qing's head.
Judging from Suicune's current expression, it clearly means something like this.
The old man wrinkled his nose, "I have made countless swords in my life, and I have seen many swordsmen. I just snooped, and I already know how this sword should be made. Why do I need the young man to be present?" After that, it was probably Feeling that his words were a bit exaggerated, Suijun, who transformed into an old man, said with some seriousness, "Care leads to chaos. When we were talking just now, I noticed a little bit. You are not the kind of person who cares about everything. Although because of your age, He is still shallow, and his knowledge outside of books is not yet profound, but he still has some ability to know the subtleties."
"I'm always worried about your junior brother. Do you think it's really a good thing? No." Although Suijun's behavior and words just now were somewhat unpredictable, these words still touched Liu Qing slightly.
"Perhaps the young man who wields the sword is the future successor of your master, and he is also the younger brother of your senior brother. He must care and look after him, but is this how your master takes care of his disciples? I don't think so. That’s true.”
"Sooner or later, one person has to conquer the world. It's like one of you is practicing formation and the other is practicing swordsmanship. When you go out to hone your skills, do you still have to go and practice swordsmanship for a few years just to take care of your junior brother? It's obviously not the case." The old man didn't know. He took out a piece of fine iron that shone with cold light from somewhere, and placed it in front of the thoughtful scholar, "If you use this iron to cut down a mountain, can it move it?"
Liu Qing smiled bitterly and shook his head. Suicune's way of speaking became really fast, but he omitted a lot of embellishments and went straight to his heart.
"Good iron needs to be forged countless times. Although in my eyes, that little kid is far from good iron. It is really rare to expect to see a path from him to the top of the mountain. Let's not talk about this. , In addition to swordsmanship, there are many things this young man needs to learn. If you can serve as a hard shield in front of you to protect yourself from the wind and rain, the sword behind you will never be able to show its sharpness." The old man waved, and the shirtless man As soon as the man lit up the fire, he hurriedly took the piece of fine iron that the old man had brought out, stacked it together with the cold iron that he had just moved out, and placed it in the fire.
"As long as he knows how to behave, let him learn the rest by himself. There are some things you want to teach, so it's better to learn them yourself. Yizhang has a profession, specializing in repairing bonsais for wealthy people. The most clever among them has always been to let the branches go. When growing, you should only prune it when the main stem goes astray. Masters and brothers should do the same."
The refined iron turned red all over, and Suicune felt a little absent-minded, so he waved his hand and shouted, and Liu Qing returned to his residence in an instant.
It was as if he hadn't even stepped out of the door.
Liu Tingting had seen Suicune's ability. If it were him, he could only use the formation to move forward. It was difficult for mortals to see, but he could blow people away from Suicune for several miles without any smoke, and he could be there in the blink of an eye. There are still many natural chasms left to reach the realm.
But it frightened Yun Zhong, who had just finished his nap in the room. He was so frightened that he even pulled out the long sword on his side and pulled it half a foot long. If he hadn't seen clearly the figure of the person who came, I'm afraid the sword would have been cut. down.
The young man was still frightened, and he took a long breath and shouted, "Senior brother, you should rarely use this ability, it is too scary for others to see. If you put on plain white clothes and use this magical power in the middle of the night shift, won't you scare passers-by?"
Liu Qing couldn't help but smile on his face. Firstly, this wisecrack really suited his liking. Secondly, since the junior brother was capable of talking nonsense, the severe pain in his belly must have been relieved by now, so he lightly pressed his finger on the young man's forehead, " Junior brother, with your ability to talk and talk like this, even if you have no money to spend in the future, you can make a living by just setting up tables and reading books on the street."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
"Come, tell me how much of the book you have understood today." The scholar took off his robe, sat opposite the young man, and turned over the torn book that he had carried around his waist all year round. "But remember one thing. If you can't figure it out for a while, you must understand it before lighting the lamp at night. If you really don't understand, just ask me again."
In the past, Liu Qing probably would not have asked his junior brother like this at all. He would have spoken kindly and explained all the things that the young man didn't understand. However, after listening to Shuijun's words not long ago, the scholar also deliberately asked some questions to the young man. Require.
With your legs and feet under your waist, how you walk, which way you walk, and whether you walk smoothly or not all ultimately depends on your own will.
The old man in the blacksmith shop was right.
Even Yun Zhong noticed the change in his senior brother, but he was not unhappy. He looked at the small words on the scroll like ants and grinned.
It seems that this is better and better than troubling senior brother with every detail.
The old man a few miles away was busy blowing out the debris from the fire. He accidentally let the sparks from the fire fall on his beard. Logically speaking, even if it didn't burn a handful of beards, it could ignite a few strands. , burned out a few faint red threads, but before the sparks splashed onto the old man's face and beard, it had already dimmed for no reason.
But the old man was not happy at all.
The old man sitting on the threshold of the ancestral hall gently poured the last sip of wine into his chest and shouted to the black man who had not gone far: "Come back next time and bring some strong wine. Don't say anything to me about this." The aroma of the wine is hard to find for a hundred gold. When I was young, I was used to drinking horses from Xiaofeng, and the strong wine that can burn through my intestines is enough to satisfy my appetite. Remember it."
Tiezhongtang had already walked far away, but when he heard this shout, he had no choice but to turn around and bow again. As soon as he bowed to the ground, he wished he could have his thick thighs pressed against his chest.
It was obvious that the old man was not happy either.
"The feeling of sparks jumping on your face is called turning on the stove. If you don't learn the virtues of those bullshit immortals, then why are you still in the human world? You can't find the immortal world. I think it's not bad for you to squeeze in with the Lord of Hell." Leaning on the threshold The old man on top spat towards the door of the ancestral hall, looking extremely angry.
Then he dusted himself off and got up and went in. He closed the two lacquered wooden doors and planned to go to the concierge and take a nap.
For the first time in almost half a year, the old man did not clean the ancestral hall at noon.
Just as the old man was yawning and preparing to go back to his room to rest, he accidentally saw the bag of golden tea leaves he had thrown beside the well mouth. After much hesitation, he walked over and picked it up lightly in his hand. He sneered and muttered, "If you don't take it, it's nothing." He dusted off the floating soil on the outside of the tea bag, walked into the concierge step by step, picked up firewood, lit a fire, and poured boiling water in. In a yellow clay teapot.
When the old man entered the house carrying the yellow clay teapot, there was already a shadowy figure sitting on the ancient Taishi chair. He closed his eyes and meditated. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time. The shadowy figure shook the clam beads on his sleeves and raised the corner of his mouth in a smile.
"I just said I didn't care about it, but now I'm greedy, right? I'm not young anymore, so I have to keep my word."
Among the immortals in the water, Suicune's virtues are well-known. He always talks the truth and never does anything contrary to his words. How can he watch the old man ruin his reputation?
Seeing that the old man looked a little embarrassed, Xuying's expression did not change, but his tone was slightly sarcastic.
"It smells so good?"
It was just two words, but it instantly turned the old man's face into an ashen color.
