After noon, there were few people on the street. Yun Zhong was lying on the bed and grinning while changing his dressing. When he heard someone knocking on the door, he was very unhappy, but he still wrapped his fists with herbs, dragging his tired, sore and numb hands. He opened the wooden door wide and saw an out of breath middle-aged gentleman outside. He had a yellow-tailed bird on his shoulder and his expression was a little strange. He let people into the house and looked him up and down.
The visitor gasped for a long time, but did not forget to curse, "It's weird, it's weird, how can an ordinary shopkeeper in this market have such nimble legs and feet? Without the use of magical powers, just relying on the strength of his feet, he almost never escaped. It was only ten or so years ago." Why do you have to pay for a copper coin?" The gentleman was not polite to the young man. He found a place to sit down on his own, rubbed his waist and legs, and cursed repeatedly, saying that the tavern owner had a small belly and chicken intestines, which was nothing.
"Mr. Yan thinks it's a small amount of money, but for him, it may be just a day's income. If he doesn't give him this money, I'm afraid the restaurant will be busy all day in vain. If he had known that Mr. Yan likes to eat delicious food, he should have taken care of him first. You should pay more in advance." Yun Zhong had no choice but to move his two swords and sit still. Then he thought of getting up to make tea, but found that his legs were as stiff as iron and he couldn't move any more, so he had to give up.
Yan Jiaqing curled his lips and touched the base of his ears with his hands, but his face changed slightly, and the yellow bird on his head also changed into the shape of a yellow rope, hanging loosely on his shoulders. He teased, "Eating for free is just to escape debt. The world is boring, and Being bound by this yellow rope, it is rare to have some fun. If you advance the money in advance, not only will I not be grateful, but I will feel that I lack interest. You might as well show your kindness, lest you take away this little fun."
The yellow rope trembled, almost strangling Yan Jiaqing's throat. Naturally, he was quite dissatisfied with the latter's words, so he rarely took action to restrain Yan Jiaqing. It wasn't until this absurd man smelling of alcohol repeatedly begged for mercy that he could relax his whole body and become a man again. Ordinary rope.
"Seniors have never mentioned the ability of this hand to disguise itself," the young man said cheerfully, giving Yan Jiaqing a meaningful look, rubbing his fingers together, "There is a saying that you should not do bad things during the day, and you should not be afraid of ghosts calling at the door in the middle of the night. Senior Yan has to use this kind of disguise whenever he travels far away. It seems that he has done a lot of bad things, but this junior has not done such bad things, so he might as well teach him a lesson."
Only focusing on reaping the benefits, Yun Zhong forgot that the injury at the tip of his fist had not yet healed. Such a move pulled the injury, causing him to gasp in pain and grin.
Others don't know the young man's temperament, but Yan Jiaqing is familiar with it. This fourth disciple of Nangong Mountain is insatiable in talking skills and taking advantage. Otherwise, you would give me all the swords in this room, let alone learn the skill of disguise, not to mention that your meridians have not been repaired properly until now, and even if I teach you, it will be difficult for you to use it freely."
Everyone in the mountain knew that Yan Jiaqing had a great background and that the yellow rope had endless uses. He often fished in the mountains and rivers, but except for Wu Shuang, no one knew what he was fishing for. If he met a disciple of the Xian family, he would inevitably be traced. , so whenever Yan Jiaqing traveled far away, he would change his appearance so as not to be recognized by others.
Cultivation in the four realms is enough to protect oneself, but nowadays, all the masters of the Immortal Family in the world are very capable. After all, they are afraid of being remembered by others.
The drunken gentleman leaned back on his chair and looked around. He couldn't help but marvel. There were so many good swords in Huchao Pavilion, and the decorations were quite exquisite. After all, Tiezhongtang personally supervised the construction. Many of the items were displayed. Yun Zhong looked at them. It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad, but in Yan Jiaqing's eyes, it can be exchanged for money. After a rough calculation, Dang Jiaqing looked a little greedy and sighed repeatedly, "It's a pity to give away such a decoration to you, pick any one." If you put it in a pawn shop or the market, it will be enough for me to drink good wine for a year and a half, but it is a pity that it is given to someone who is ignorant like you."
The young man still smiled and said, "If you like it, you might as well take two of them back to the mountain. Mr. Yan has great magical powers and can teach me two techniques. It will be easy to do it with a little effort."
When Yan Jiaqing heard the first half of the sentence, he had already stretched out his hand to the abacus inlaid with jade and gold. But after hearing the second half of the sentence, he smiled and sighed, "I really want to get some benefits from beating you two, master and disciple. It’s more difficult than breaking through the Five Realms, but he’s just a poor gentleman, and all his magical powers come from this yellow rope, so he can’t be taught anything.”
"If you put down this yellow rope, Mr. Yan is still a gentleman. In fact, they are pretty much the same."
Yunzhong's smile did not change, he reluctantly stood up and lit charcoal to make tea.
"You're in the Boyu Gang on weekdays, and you don't think you've said enough in such a roundabout way?" Yan Jiaqing sneered, with a look of disdain on his face. He glanced at the blood seeping from the tip of the young man's fist, and he didn't even hide his disdain. , "If you don't practice swordsmanship very well, why bother to devote your energy to learning the internal martial arts? At your age, it is too late to learn the internal martial arts."
Yun Zhong laughed, shook his head and replied, "It's not too late, if the meridians are still difficult to repair, in addition to practicing swordsmanship, you must learn more things, and don't overwhelm your body with many skills. After all, you need to master a few more methods to be fearless when traveling in the world. "
Yan Jiaqing was clearly still drunk. Hearing these words, he didn't respond to the question, nor did he preach. Instead, he leaned over and pulled out a long knife. The blade was bright and sharp. He weighed it twice and said with a smile, "Sword." It needs to be forged and sharpened before it can go into battle and defeat the enemy, stirring up mud and water in the rivers and lakes. However, if this iron is not considered good iron, even if it has been forged for millions of times, in the end, it will curl up after cutting two or three people. Young Master Do you think I am that high-quality cold iron that can be forged into a good sword?"
This sentence was said quite bluntly, without any turning around, it was thrown directly at Yun Zhong, as if when the sword was drawn, it was stabbed flatly, making it difficult to hide.
"Of course it doesn't count."
Yun Zhong was stunned for a moment, but he did not hesitate and said truthfully, "But if you can't use it as a sword to build a career on the battlefield, and do it as a hoe in the hands of an old farmer like that, you haven't neglected your duty. It's just like you have never set foot in cultivation." , I’ve only ever known how to practice swordsmanship, which is a pretty good thing.”
"You have a clear and open mind, and you have the appearance of a scoundrel who is just getting along with everything." Yan Jiaqing scolded with a smile, sheathed the sword, then put away his smile and asked one word at a time.
"As a fisherman, even if the meridians are difficult to sew properly, at least you have the knowledge of cultivation in the four realms. In fact, the realm is not much different from that of many practitioners who are born with high talents. I just don't know whether you are willing or not. willing."
The young man lowered his head, boiled the tea soup, melted the herbs into it, and drank it all in one gulp. Then he took out his hand and wrapped up the injury at the tip of his fist. His shoulders couldn't help shaking slightly. After calming down for a long time, he slowly exhaled, But Yan Jiaqing waited for a full cup of tea, and Yun Zhong didn't say a word.
In the evening, a shambling young scholar carried a yellow bamboo book box and left from the official road on the outskirts of the capital. He was slightly drunk, but he was obviously mostly awake. When he passed by the Lingzi Building, he didn't know what he was thinking. He kicked over a lot of good charcoal piled up outside the door, then looked around with a guilty conscience, and when he saw no one around, he quickly left, still muttering something about being stubborn.
In the Huchao Pavilion, Yun Zhong finally wrapped his fists tightly, picked up the gourd, put the long sword on his shoulder, pushed open the pavilion door, and walked straight towards the back of Lingzi Tower.
The means to obtain the four realms out of thin air, not to mention that yellow dragon, may really be able to pass the five realms in the future. It is really eye-catching in front of the practitioners in this world. Moreover, until now, Yan Jiaqing has never mentioned it. How to take over the position of fisherman, but most people on Nangong Mountain can figure out whether they can take over the yellow rope of fisherman has nothing to do with their cultivation level.
But Yun Zhong still didn't agree.
Although he knew who ordered Yan Jiaqing to visit, it was Wen Yu's good fortune, so how could he snatch it away.
Before leaving, Yan Jiaqing told the young man that there have been changes in the capital recently. Most of the changes lie in the stupid waiter in the tavern. If he comes one day, he will still need Yun Zhong to help him, even if he never takes over the fisherman's job in the end. This position is also of great benefit.
In the sea of bamboo, the power of the sword rises and falls, and blood spatters are vaguely visible.
The injury at the tip of his fist has not healed, but the strength of the young man's sword has not weakened. Starting from the flowing water sword, he passed around the layers of bamboo trees in front of him and gradually increased his strength. In less than an hour, he had broken more than a hundred bamboos. The sword trembled for a long time and never stopped.
On the sixth floor of Lingzi Building, the old man kept looking at the young man who persisted in drawing his sword and let the shock laceration the affected area, and nodded slightly.
Many things in this world are actually like using paper to wrap fire. There will eventually be a time when it will burn through the layers of thick rice paper. Even if the mind is rare and deep, and all kinds of thoughts are blocked in the heart, sooner or later there will be a time when it can no longer be supported and all kinds of things are mixed. Thoughts and chaotic thoughts, if not sorted out, will always turn into unsolvable karma. Thousands of mountains and cliffs will be placed on your shoulders, and sooner or later they will collapse.
But what the young man is doing now is actually the best solution. Putting aside all thoughts and just stabbing with the sword happily and happily, it is the best way to relieve people's heartache.
"Shopkeeper, this young man is working so hard. He needs to go downstairs to try and persuade him, so as not to hurt his body. Besides, he has been working hard at boxing, and now he is going crazy with his sword. No matter how you think about it, it is not a good thing." The waiter stood there. Behind the old man, he was a little frightened when he saw the young man in the distance outside the building constantly drawing swords and the bamboo forest falling down. But he couldn't tell whether it was because he was reluctant to part with the bamboo sea outside the building or because he was afraid that the young man would make mistakes in his practice and it would be difficult for him to come forward.
"When you are out and about, if you are thirsty, you will look for springs and lakes; if you are hungry, you will look for an inn or a tavern, or you can bring in some chickens, rabbits and wild roe deer. A boy like him who has already controlled his mind very well has been able to control his mind for many years. He may not have been angry with others or done evil things, but he has managed to survive until now and is thinking about letting out some of his anger and depression. It would be too unethical to care about him anymore."
The old man waved his hand and ordered the waiter to go downstairs on his own. He watched the young man in white who had lost control of his sword and was so quick and fierce, gnashing his teeth and breaking two hundred bamboos.
A look of pity.
