"That's true, but I just can't figure out what this old brother is hiding from me, so when I think about it, I feel uncomfortable." Now that Liu Qing has already started to get into trouble, Zhao Ziyang is happy to say more, but he is holding back some words. In my mind, it is always like old tea in a teapot. Sooner or later, I have to pour it out to avoid having an awkward taste when making tea next time.
"If I don't tell you now, it doesn't mean I won't tell you again in the future," the scholar said in the same gentle tone as always, with his hair flowing, "Since he sent you to Nangong Mountain, he must have his reasons, and it's not that he doesn't want to talk to you. Say, but even if I tell you, it will not help. When you can influence this matter, you will naturally come to you; even if there are not as many disciples as other Xianjia sects on Nangong Mountain, Qian, after all, this is a place in the Immortal Sect, and the man named Li San sent you up the mountain, so he must have some expectations."
"Practice well, and in the future he will be able to solve the things he can't say." It was rare to talk to this third junior brother, and Liu Qing was also in a lively conversation. He turned around and smiled at the former, "Stepping into the Immortal Family, the most direct way Isn't the advantage that it allows you to solve difficult problems and solve unsolvable situations?"
Perhaps because he felt it was reasonable, Zhao Ziyang's shoulders that were originally slumped slowly straightened up, and he said flatteringly, "Senior brother, one word is worth ten years of reading. Junior brother has benefited a lot."
Someone behind him hummed. Although there were no footsteps, there was the sound of sword wind, "Listening to the boss's words is better than studying for ten years, so what about listening to the master's words?"
They didn't need to turn around to know who was coming, so Zhao Ziyang bowed respectfully and said, "Listening to Master's words is naturally better than a century-old book. Otherwise, how could we teach a great talent like Senior Brother? It's still Master's ability." Qi Tian." This flattery came smoothly and naturally, he came at his fingertips, and it was obvious that he was extremely familiar with him. It was also thanks to Wu Shuang that he met Yun Zhong earlier, otherwise it would be difficult to tell the truth from the lie.
"After you went up the mountain, it seems that your flattery skills have increased faster than your spear skills. You probably learned it from the fourth child. You, too, just picked up bad skills." Wu Shuang stepped on the sword and curled his lips. He said, "The time for gun practice is still too short. In the future, if you increase it to ten hours, you will probably be able to control your mind."
"But this flattery is not enough. Your senior brother's ability to speak and teach is much better than that of my master. Listening to a few words from my master may only ensure that nothing goes wrong. Boss." My ability lies in pointing out a clear path for you. I am not as good as the one who can do it once and for all."
How could the scholar dare to respond to these words? He waved his hands repeatedly and bowed to Wu Shuang, "Master's teachings are better. How can I compare my disciple's meager abilities with my master's? I really don't dare to accept this." "
Sword Immortal Wu looked sideways, quite dissatisfied with his apprentice's behavior, and said, "My master was originally a swordsman. In his early years, before he started practicing, he relied on swordsmanship to make his way around the world. Even after he started practicing, he relied on swordsmanship. , it is also based on the sword energy and others' shortcomings. If you really have a lot of words, how can you cultivate to the present level? You are different. The formation is closer to the text, which is very different from the martial arts. You can reason with others and help the younger generation. There is nothing wrong with leading the way, so don’t refuse.”
Liu Qing was speechless, but she still bowed respectfully and said yes. She smiled helplessly at the third junior brother beside her and shook her head slightly.
Even if the master's words are unreasonable, they are still the direction of the disciples in Nangong Mountain. There are many ancient books and classics that the scholars read, and all of them say that they follow the master's path. Now Zhao Ziyang's words were rushed, and Wu Shuang spoke. As a disciple, he was better able to guide the way. In Liu Qing's opinion, he was overstepping his duty, so for a moment, he didn't know how to deal with it.
When his mind was in confusion, fortunately, two figures came forward and saluted Wu Shuang one by one. It turned out that Yun Zhong had finished cleaning up and called his second senior brother Qian Yin, who was still sleeping soundly in the alchemy room, to come out together.
When Qian Yin raised his head, the three people around him, including Wu Shuang, were all smiling. Wu Shuang, who was wearing a green robe with pierced kites, even smiled. He pointed at Qian Yin, whose features were still unclear and said, "Old man Could it be that Er Er hugged her body clean, her anger hard to go away in the spring, hugged Fu Ling and Shan Daonian and slept soundly all night, and then she ended up covered in flowers and leaves, but she didn't know what she used to settle the account? "
Only then did Qian Yin come back to his senses. He blushed and patted the Poria shavings and Shandaonian shavings that almost covered his body. He held back a few words for a long time: "This disciple has the temperament to not pay back credit. Others don't know, but Master must be You know, if you pour two injections of Huanglong Decoction into the medicine field in the future, you can pay off your debt."
The scholar hid his face and smiled bitterly, Zhao Ziyang made a few malicious noises, but Yun Zhong was the only one who was confused on the spot, not knowing the explanation.
It was Qian Yin who took advantage of Yun Zhong's daze and whispered, "Drink a few more cups of tea at night, and you can easily make this Huanglong soup."
Yun Zhong couldn't help laughing. He held his forehead and lowered his voice and said to the second senior brother, "Come on, junior brother, I have more than enough ambition but not enough strength. It's better for you to settle this debt yourself. Take a good medicine field. If you waste it in vain, you won't be punished. .”
Qian Yin rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Senior brother, I really miss you watching the clouds. At least your mouth is not so vicious. Go get the fishing rod."
Sanmenjiang is not far from Nangong Mountain. Even many people at the foot of the mountain are very happy to go to Sanmenjiang. The water is as clear as a mirror, which is the most suitable for washing rice and polyester clothes. Secondly, there are many fish swimming in the river, and you can often catch two fish. It would be a good idea to change the recipe for the time being.
Probably Wu Shuang deliberately missed the people at the foot of Nangong Mountain, so the group of five people went straight to the sparsely populated area upstream. After a while, they stretched out their posture, raised the fishing rod, hung up the bait, and waited for the fish to bite the hook; Zhao Ziyang obediently He picked up a gun and set up a stake, stood in the soft and moist soil on the bank, and silently exercised his strength. Qian Yin found some dry firewood, put a teapot on the stand, sprinkled a handful of tea, watched the river water melting, and started making tea.
The young man had no intention of remaining idle. He pressed Chang Feng on his waist and was about to draw his sword, but was restrained by Wu Shuang. He was immediately confused.
"It's so easy to come out, why do you want to practice swordsmanship? How about taking a look at this beautiful scenery, isn't it more comfortable than practicing swordsmanship?" Wu Dajianxian frowned and pressed Yun Zhong's sword down somewhat domineeringly.
My little disciple originally liked mountains and rivers the most, but now the Sanmen River is in front of him. Although it is not the most magnificent scenery in the world, after the early spring floods, the ice floes are mixed with water, and the river is even more surging and wild. He should be very fond of it. That's right, but looking at Yun Zhong's brows, there didn't seem to be much surprise, which made Wu Shuang look solemn.
A swordsman should stop when encountering a river and pause when encountering the sea. The sword spirit in his body should reach the sky together with the rising water waves and droplets. Only those who dare to teach bullfighting to taste the river should do so.
Why bother to practice swordsmanship if you don't have any spirit?
