After leaving the square, Yi Jianxin came to the Qiaohe River, washed away the blood on his forehead with water, cut a piece of cloth from his body with a sword, and tied it to his forehead. He had no money to buy medicine, so he had to make do with it.
He looked at the reflection in the water, as if he were wearing a turban, and he looked more heroic.
He sat with his legs crossed, his body slumped, holding his head in his hands, looking at himself in the water gloomily, sometimes crossing the water with his sword, blurring himself, sometimes waving at the air twice, and pointing the sword into the distance again, I don't know. Wherever he pointed, it was at this moment that the depressed eyes would have a different kind of brilliance.
After doing this for two times, he put the sword away again. After feeling depressed, he felt distressed again.
Yi Jianxin sighed: "How should I enter the Pole Star? Mu Yunfan, please don't blame me. God made this piece of jade break into pieces. It's not my fault. It's not my fault..."
He took out a pack of oiled paper that he had picked up from someone else's stall selling roast duck. When he opened it, he saw a pile of broken jade. He didn't know what to do for a while.
He scratched his head and finally put the jade pieces away again. At this time, no matter what he considered, going to Zhang Zizhu seemed to be the best choice.
He got up and left.
Yi Jianxin first inquired about the location of Hongchen Inn, then asked for directions and walked over. As soon as he arrived at the door, there was a quaint atmosphere. Everyone was a swordsman. It was like some kind of party. Everyone was gathered together. , hooking shoulders and arms, drinking from glasses of wine, laughing boldly.
"Wow, it's exciting! Join us!" said a young man next to him, and after saying that, he quickly walked over with his sword in hand.
Yi Jianxin looked at the back of the young man. He was a step shorter than him. He looked like he was still very young. Did you start drinking at this age? Aren't you afraid of being spanked by your mother?
He shook his head. It was more important to find Zhang Zizhu, but as soon as he passed by, he was pulled away by someone.
Then I took two sips of wine.
"Come on, come on! Drink!"
"Wait..." His words were suppressed by the drink, and he drank a few gulps before letting him go.
Yi Jianxin coughed twice and felt a little dizzy after drinking. Although his alcohol capacity was not very good, he would not get drunk after just two sips. This wine... was a bit too strong.
Everything had a double image in his eyes, and his legs felt weak every time he took a step. He vaguely saw the man who made him drink, and then went to make the boy drunk.
But all this had nothing to do with him. Just when Yi Jianxin was about to take half a step, he fell to the ground completely drunk.
The young swordsman in white finally became too drunk and fell asleep on the table.
I saw a young man with disheveled hair at the wine table. He knocked the wine bowl on the table hard, and the people around him turned into smoke in the blink of an eye. At the same time, he stretched out his hand to catch the wine jar in mid-air, and at the same time gave it to Pour yourself a bowl.
"It's an advantage for you." The young man poured the wine and said, "Brother Zhang, it seems that I won."
"I don't think so." Zhang Zizhu slowly walked downstairs, his mask already taken off, revealing a handsome face.
The young man chuckled lightly and said: "You and I have arranged a fate. Whoever comes first will get it. Then you and I will each find someone else. The boy I found has extraordinary luck, but the one you found is too ordinary." , he stopped at the door just now, it was God’s will, it’s not clear enough who will win?”
Zhang Zizhu took his seat and faced the young man. He smiled and said: "It's like playing chess. If you make a mistake first, whoever wins in the end will have to play more."
"Oh?" The young man became interested. "Brother Zhang, what do you want to do?"
Zhang Zizhu smiled calmly and said: "When you and I talk about Tao, we are just talking about the two words fate and character. They are people and they are benevolent. The benevolent are magnanimous, and the road is endless."
I saw the young man shaking his head, drinking another bowl of dull wine and saying, "The way of heaven is unkind and treats everything as a rotten dog. I'm afraid your moral theory won't work."
Zhang Zizhu didn't answer his question, he just stretched out two fingers, rolled up his sleeves, dipped some wine in the wine vat, and concentrated on writing the word benevolence on the table!
"The way of heaven is unkind, but righteousness will last forever!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a breeze blew over the young man's face. He was slightly startled and glanced at the flag sail outside, which did not move at all.
As if he thought of something, he immediately looked at the word benevolence on the table, squinting his eyes as if he wanted to see something.
Suddenly he looked at that word and laughed out loud. The laughter gradually became louder and bolder, and he looked up to the sky and smiled.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" He said hello three times, and then spilled half of the wine in the wine glass to scatter the word benevolence on the table. He smiled happily and said: "What a good one! Benevolence! There are many people in the world. You, Zhang Zizhu, are very good!"
I saw him flick his hand, and a golden light flew into the young man's forehead.
He said to Zhang Zizhu: "For your sake, I don't have to go to Jiuxing this time, and I don't have to participate in that matter, but remember."
"Only this one time."
"Of course." Zhang Zizhu smiled.
The young man added: "Forget it this time I forgot to ask about the bet. As the winner, how about I customize the next bet? What do you think?"
"good."
"It's refreshing." The young man laughed. "I think this is the case. Even if we have to play chess for a long time, we might as well make a big bet!"
He stretched out two fingers and said with a wanton smile: "Twenty years from now, let's bet on who among them can continue to leave a name on Laojun Mountain first!"
"Okay, what's the bet?" Zhang Zizhu asked.
The young man said calmly: "Your life."
"Okay." Unexpectedly, Zhang Zizhu agreed without thinking, which even surprised the young man. He continued: "If I win, you have to agree to one condition."
The young man's face was uncertain, and he looked at Zhang Zizhu with a sinister look. After a long time, he asked the doubts in his heart.
"You want to risk your life?"
Seeing Zhang Zizhu smiling and saying nothing, he asked again: "Do you really believe in such an ordinary person? Are you so not afraid of death?"
Zhang Zizhu replied: "The sage has a saying. If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening. I, Zhang Zizhu, if I can really... why should I be afraid of death? It's not that I believe in him, I just believe in the Tao in my heart. .”
The young man's eyes were gloomy and flickering. After an unknown amount of time, he finally gritted his teeth.
"Okay! Brother Zhang is so magnanimous! Then I, Li Shanzhu, cannot weaken my momentum! One condition! Regardless of the three religions or nine schools, I will not frown even if you ask me to kill whichever one you ask me to kill! Even if it is the god of the three religions! I I’ll kill you too!”
Zhang Zizhu didn't say much, he just picked up a wine bowl from somewhere and said with a smile: "Drink!"
Li Shanzhu laughed and said: "Drink!"
After saying that, they each filled their cups, touched each other, and drank them all in one gulp.
