To sharpen your sword and cut firewood, you need to practice your sword, and you also have to overcome the difficulties of hundreds of masters in the cliff caves. You can't delay practicing the formation. However, Yunzhong visited Ye Zhai's temporary residence in the past few days. The frequency of drinking has not decreased at all, but has become more frequent. Even though he knows that a wise man like Ye Zhai cannot avoid strict discipline, he still comes to the door without fail.
At first, Shui Yue felt that this young man was a little lazy in his cultivation, but every time he came to visit, Yun Zhong looked pale and had several bloodstains from sword wounds all over his body. Ye Zhai also knew that Yun Zhong needed to go there every day. He had competed with masters of swordsmanship in the past and present at the mountain grotto, and his face became more peaceful day by day. Except for Ye Zhai's secret possession of money, he was rarely sulky, which made Ye Zhai very grateful for Yun Zhong's daily visit. After counting the sword box originally given to the latter, it seemed that it was indeed a good deal.
"To be honest, I can only taste the taste of that jade with the word "hu" now. The ancient word in it happens to be the word "leaf" reversed. Or how can I say that a knowledgeable person like Master Ye is even good at romance? There are too many ordinary people, if I could learn 20%, I probably wouldn’t be like this today.”
As the sun set, Yun Zhong held up an oil lamp. It was obvious that he had drank 70% to 80% of his alcohol content. His words were somewhat slurred, and his face turned red as he opened his mouth.
On the other hand, Ye Zhai is not an alcoholic, and his drinking capacity is naturally difficult to satisfy. He drinks much less than Yun Zhong, but he is not much more drunk than Yun Zhong at the moment. He laughed vaguely twice after hearing the words, "So what, now I am still drunk." If he is still controlled by his sweetheart and almost loses his temper, if he is such a carefree and happy person, how can he care about the so-called love between children and wish to put all his ability and energy on seeking immortality, how could he be here now? This kind of virtue has been reduced to humans and ghosts, and it has been difficult to feel at ease."
Although he spoke modestly and naturally, Yun Zhong saw Ye Zhai's actions in his eyes. He clasped his hands and bowed slightly not far away. Looking back slightly, from the corner of his eye, he saw a beautiful woman with a cold look. He looked at the table where they were sitting, but he didn't have an attack. Instead, he brought two sobering tea soups by himself. Ye Zhai rolled his eyes in anger, and sat down without hesitation. He gouged out Ye Zhai's eyes and said, "That's true. Where can there be such a thing as this in the world?" When it comes to more heroic matters for a man, let alone asking for immortality, if one of us really wants to achieve the goal of a chicken or a dog ascending to heaven, maybe Mr. Ye still looks down on a little girl like me and doesn’t want to support her, right?"
Ye Zhai sat upright and waved his hands repeatedly, saying that he was ashamed of his husband. How could he dare to have such thoughts? Although his practice was good, it could not compare to the happiness of two people. Even if he was given the status of a god, he would not change it.
Yun Zhong lay down on the table to eat and enjoy himself, but he still caught a glimpse of Ye Zhai secretly winking at him. He understood it, but he still said envious words to others. He didn't know how much blessings Ye Zhai had accumulated in his previous life, and what he had in this life. Although there are many twists and turns in finding a lover, now you are able to survive and fly together, which is really enviable. Shui Yue had a cold temperament, but after hearing this, her expression softened for a moment. She glanced at Ye Zhai angrily, got up and went to hang a lantern outside the mansion. Only then did Ye Zhai have some time to breathe, and his shoulders slumped down, feeling helpless.
"Let me tell you, do you really think that longevity and a man's arrogance are more important? Is the love between children really inferior to the so-called world of Jianghu? I don't think so." Yun Zhong has completely suppressed his inner energy at this moment, and only relies on his drinking capacity to fight. He was drunk from wine, grinning and teasing Ye Zhai, "Don't think I blinked just now because I didn't see it clearly. Since we all recognize the four senior talents, we should know each other's basics. I'm afraid I'm worried about arousing any sadness. That’s why I specifically used this method to solve it.”
This was not wrong. Ye Zhai looked at Yun Zhong, who was already drunk, and suddenly remembered that Yun Zhong had always followed that girl. He was still young, but his features and eyes looked gentle, completely unlike him. Now like this, he often looks cold and hard. Even if he covers it up in every possible way, he can still feel that he is alone, with a single look on his face.
The young man on Baihao Mountain has nothing, his level of swordsmanship is not what it is today, and his character and character are mostly deficient, but with Miss Wen here, he feels at ease no matter what.
Nowadays, Yunzhong's face has grown a lot. His behavior is more measured than before. His swordsmanship is slightly higher than that of Ye Zhai. He is also good at formations and swordsmanship. Logically speaking, he should be better than then. He was relieved, but no matter how he looked, he saw a drowned boy sitting in front of him, looking miserable and miserable.
"I once asked myself, after staying in Baihao Mountain for a long time, do I miss my youth, or do I really like Shuiyue who still called me Master back then? There are many rules in this world, and this is somewhat against the rules. Contrary to common sense, after staying in one place for many years, I still figured it out, not because I miss him every day when I am in high spirits, but because my sweetheart is accompanying me when I am in high spirits."
Ranwen
"Little brother Yun has a bad fate. It is inevitable that he will have thoughts in his mind. He always feels that he has nothing to hold on to. All things and blessings are like quicksand, and he can't keep a few things. It is better to ask himself first, whether he likes Miss Wen or wants to leave her behind. Keep people and things close to you.”
After hearing this, Yun Zhong stood up unsteadily with a crooked figure, waved without looking back, and was about to go out immediately, which made Ye Zhai, who was also drunk, very suspicious.
"It's too mysterious. Go back and think about it slowly."
When walking out of the mansion, Yun Zhong, whose senses were very noisy, accidentally saw Shui Yue lighting lanterns in the streets. Even though no one in the city is very poor, at nightfall, most families are still willing to save some money for lamp oil, so the long street looks very dark. There is a lantern every dozens of steps, and a woman lights it. Dozens of lanterns were lit, illuminating the long street.
After leaving Ye Zhai's residence, Yun Zhong did not go back to his house. Instead, he went to a blacksmith's shop that was closing not far from the city gate. He touched his forehead with his hand to soothe the alcohol a little, and hung the lantern he brought to the blacksmith's shop. Next to the plaque outside, I looked at it carefully for a while, and then stepped into the blacksmith shop. I avoided the red and golden flying fire that was like gold, picked a clean place and sat on the ground. Feeling sleepy, I simply took a nap. This fire star fell asleep quickly.
The owner of the blacksmith shop in the city is an old man with gray hair. He is shirtless no matter in winter or summer. He is very strange. Although he has lived in the city for many years, he really has no two people close to him. He has always been alone, except for other people in the city. In addition to hammering and trimming axes and hoes, I kept hammering on an old iron piece about three feet long here all day long. Someone once asked the old ironsmith what he wanted to hammer, but the old man ignored it and continued to forge every day. It kept on hammering, and now I can no longer produce any iron filings, but it has not yet been finalized, and I kept hammering away all day long.
However, Yun Zhong, who was not acquainted with other people, had never been to the blacksmith shop before and became a frequent visitor here. No matter it was raining suddenly outside or the weather was just perfect, he would often come to visit every few days without talking or talking. Buy a hoe and axe, find a clean place to sit down, listen to the sound of forging, watch the flying fire splash, and sit there for more than half a day.
The taciturn swordsman and the taciturn blacksmith come and go as they please without saying anything, but they are quite comfortable.
"Don't come in, a lost dog or a drowned dog. If you see bad luck, this is a blacksmith's shop. A prosperous swordsman sitting here can still attract business. If there is a down-and-out man sitting there, no one will be willing to come in."
This was the first time the shirtless old man with messy sideburns spoke, and he was quite rude when he spoke. He knocked the red iron a few more times, pretending to drive people away to close the shop.
Yun Zhong, who was sitting on the ground with his hair hanging down his shoulders, was unambiguous. He immediately pulled out two swords from his waist and stood by the door. He said with a slurred smile, "Money is tight lately, and there is nothing in my pockets and sleeves. I want to come to you." Come here to ask for some money. After all, I owe a lot of wine money on credit. I gave up my face and came here to borrow a loan. What do you think, old man?" He doesn't look like a swordsman who kills evil dragons with ease, but he is just like the people in the market who rely on little effort to go around. A common rascal on credit.
"Steal or borrow?" The old man was not in a hurry. He packed up the blacksmith's items and let the bright red iron go out. He glanced at the lantern outside and said, "Take the lantern away when you leave. My blacksmith shop is full of yang energy." It’s heavy, and I’m not afraid of monsters coming to my door. There’s no need to light a lamp and consume oil. I’ll hide the money behind the roof of the house with a new hoe lowered, and wait for me to get it.”
Yun Zhong was drowsy. After nodding, he was about to fall asleep again. The old man knocked his hoe on his shoulder, and he suddenly woke up. When he opened his eyes again, he was swept out of the door by the old man with the hoe, laughing and taunting him.
"Is this what a swordsman is capable of slaying dragons? Then old man, why can't I slay dragons?"
Yun Zhong, who was lying drunk in the middle of the street, didn't care. He patted the dirt all over his body and walked back to the blacksmith shop. As for the old man with a hoe in front of him, he turned a blind eye and carefully picked up Zi Gui Wuyue's two swords, muttering to himself, "I have two swords." I can't give you my baby, so I stagger out and look quite funny.
"It's not a valuable thing. We don't want to be greedy for such cheap things."
The old man curled his lips and glanced at the cold iron a few times, his expression suddenly softened.
Yun Zhong had already walked to the street due to his drunkenness, but when he heard the old man behind him, he slapped his forehead, pulled out Zigui's Five Mountains swords, and broke them all.
The Zigui Sword turned into a bird again and left. Before leaving, they all leaned on Yun Zhong's shoulder, called twice, and floated away. The Five Mountains Sword turned into five mountains and landed in the place where it came from in an instant, but there was no sound at all. Several more mountains suddenly appeared not far away. Only Yun Zhong, who was drunk, put aside his miser thoughts and generously returned the bird mountain in this small world. He was holding the two empty scabbards and stumbled about to leave. go.
It seems like a master painter who cut off his own arm with his own hands.
The old man at the door of the blacksmith shop sat at the threshold. He was about to mention something but Yun Zhong hadn't removed the lantern yet. He turned his head and saw the swordless swordsman staggering away. He cursed that he was a swordsman and walked back to the blacksmith shop. Facing the unformed piece of good iron, I was speechless for a long time.
