Jian Zong Garden, one pond.
The spring rain continued, and Cong Xin sat on the ivy swing under the peach wood house, holding the withering peach blossom given to her by Nan Dao in her hand, which seemed a little sad.
There was a sound of footsteps not far away. Cong Xin looked up and saw a man walking towards a pond, soaked in the spring rain.
The man looked about forty years old, younger than Cong Ren. He was dressed in a wide white robe, an ancient crown, and a cyan jade pendant hanging around his waist with the word "Xuan Xue" on it.
"Hey!" Cong Xin put away her little emotions and looked at the man with some surprise, "What are you doing in Jianzong today?"
The man seemed a little annoyed and walked very quickly. He looked at Cong Xin at the end of the path, smiled reluctantly and said, "I have something to do with Cong Ren."
"Oh." Cong Xin thought for a while, seemed to understand something, pointed to the entrance of a pool and said, "He is sleeping in there, you can just go directly."
The man nodded and walked straight into the pool.
Cong Xin put Peach Blossom on her shoulder and covered her ears.
"Cong Ren, you bastard, get out of here!"
A man's voice came from the pool.
Cong Xin covered her ears and sat on the swing, swinging leisurely.
The peach blossom that was about to wither slowly bloomed again.
Cong Ren woke up from his sleep, looked at the man glaring at him under the peach tree, yawned, sat up with a smile, and said, "Brother Qing, why are you so angry?"
It turns out that person is Qing Xiang, the dean of Xuanshu Academy.
When Qing saw that Cong Ren had the nerve to ask such a question, he immediately lost his temper. He picked up the sword under the peach tree, threw it to Cong Ren, and said angrily: "What's the matter? Cong Ren, you are so lazy." Forget it, you can lure the person under the umbrella to my Xuanshu Courtyard. Can you do such an immoral thing? Come on, come on, only one of you and I can walk out of this pool today."
Cong Ren caught the sword, threw it aside calmly, and calmly persuaded him: "Brother Qing, you are also a scholar, how can you be so rude?"
As he spoke, he took out a jug of wine from behind and said, "Yesterday, a disciple went out to play cards and won a jug of good wine. You might as well have a drink to relieve your anger. Sit down and have something to say."
The Prime Minister took the jug angrily and drank it in two gulps. His anger seemed to have subsided a little. He raised the jug and looked at it twice, threw it under the tree, stretched out his hand towards Cong Ren, and said angrily: "That's it. ?”
Cong Ren smiled slightly and said, "That's not the case."
After saying that, he looked at Cong Xin under the wooden house outside Yichi and said, "Where's the wine?"
Cong Xin snorted and returned to the wooden house in the tree. Then she hugged a large wine jar that was bigger than herself, held it above her head, ran over with a squeak, and threw it under the peach tree.
Then he left Yichi with a broken thought.
"Humph, everyone is too lazy to order me around."
Cong Ren looked at Cong Xin's back and said with a smile: "Let them buy you more delicious food another day."
"Huh." Cong Xin's hum became quieter.
Cong Ren then looked back at the Prime Minister who was sitting in front of the wine jar. He raised his hand and picked two pieces of peach blossom rolls to make wine glasses. He filled two glasses of wine, handed one to the Prime Minister and said, "Brother Qing, please."
The minister took the wine glass, drank it in one gulp, and handed over another glass.
.....
Half an hour later, the Prime Minister sat on the bridge, put his arm on Cong Ren's shoulder and said, "Cong Ren... hiccup... you are not doing this kindly."
Cong Ren held the first glass of wine and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, come on, brother Qing, you and I will have another drink."
"good!"
...
Another half hour later.
Qing Xiang was lying on the guardrail holding the peach blossom cup and said vaguely: "Why do I feel that you, Cong Ren, have bad intentions?"
Cong Ren was sitting at the end of the bridge, sipping his drink and laughing softly: "Brother Qing, what are you talking about? You and I have known each other for thousands of years and are as close as brothers. Don't you understand me yet?"
Qing Xiang suddenly stood up, slapped the railing and said, "What I'm saying is, between you and me, there is no need to say more. Brother Cong and I are heart to heart. How can I use my brains on Brother Cong? I will punish myself."
Tun Tun Tun.
...
Another half hour later.
The prime minister fell on the bridge, still holding the wine glass in his hand. He grabbed Cong Ren's clothes and said vaguely: "What am I doing here?"
Cong Ren opened the Prime Minister's hand, took out the nearly crushed peach blossom wine glass and put it aside. He chuckled and said, "Brother Qing, I think I have something to ask of my little brother."
Qing Xiang squinted at the sky for a long time, patted his head and said, "Yes, I remembered."
Cong Ren looked at the Prime Minister with a smile and asked, "What is it?"
Qing Xiang sat up, leaning on the bridge deck, lying on the guardrail and said, "Someone stole something from Xuansheyuan."
Cong Ren asked seriously: "What is it?"
"Qingshi's bones." Qing Xiang looked at Cong Ren and said slowly. "It was stolen a year ago. The Xuanxuyuan Headquarters has been tracing it for so long, but still has no clue."
Cong Ren frowned and said, "You want me to help?"
"There is no great witch in the world who knows the art of migration. You practice Buddhism and are familiar with cause and effect. Maybe you can help check it out."
Hearing this, Cong Ren looked at the sword beside him. The word "Shang Cun" above the sword tangent exuded the faint sword intention, and said softly: "Do you know what impact my sword will have on the world if it disappears from the sword sect in the world? ?”
The prime minister was silent for a while and said: "If you have a clear conscience, why should you be afraid of your sword?"
Cong Ren shook his head and said: "The Human Sword Sect never asks who has a clear conscience. We only look at whether the general situation in the human world is stable."
Qing Xiang looked at the water flowing under the bridge, holding the hanging jade in his hand and stroking it.
"I need a second, good sword unknown to the world."
Cong Ren slowly said such a request.
"Where?"
"In Nanke Town, there is a blacksmith from the East China Sea. He is the best blacksmith in the world."
Qing Xiang was pondering over Cong Ren's words in a drunken state, and suddenly felt that something was not right. He tilted his head and thought for a long time, and finally remembered.
"Hey Cong Ren, have you settled everything already?"
Cong Ren just looked at the Prime Minister with a slight smile and said, "How do you know this is not the intention of fate?"
Qing Xiang stood up angrily and staggered towards the outside of the pool.
"Stop trying to trick me into talking about that nonsense."
Cong Ren looked at the Prime Minister's back from behind and asked: "Don't drink anymore?"
"No more drinking. Let's go to that town and see it."
"The boy under the umbrella?"
"That's it. He still owes his father a favor, so how can he be embarrassed to chase him away?"
The prime minister walked out helplessly.
Cong Xin stood at the door. After sending the Prime Minister away, he looked at Cong Ren by the pond and asked: "Why does he still not have a good memory after so many times and is made a fool every time?"
Cong Ren sat by the bridge and said with a soft smile: "No one who has been on the road for thousands of years can get drunk. It's just a tacit understanding."
The relationship between Cong Ren and Qing Xiang is naturally excellent.
"You old men have trouble talking." Cong Xin curled her lips and turned around to go back to her cabin.
Cong Ren just smiled and said, "Zhang Xiaoyu should be back. Ask him to come to the pond."
Cong Xin sighed and walked in the opposite direction.
Zhang Xiaoyu had just returned from Xuanxuyuan and was watching the card game in the concierge.
I lost all my money last night and still owed Nan Dao a lot of debt, so I had no choice but to enjoy it.
Then I heard Cong Xin shouting feebly in the garden.
"Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhang Xiaoyu..."
The voice was as weak as a female ghost, which made Zhang Xiaoyu tremble with fear, almost thinking that he was being haunted by a resentful ghost.
Finally, he reluctantly left the concierge. Before leaving, he didn't forget to ask the junior brothers who were guarding the gate who could borrow some money.
On the way to Yichi, Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but daydream about the happy life after his salary is paid next month.
Play two tables of mahjong at the same time, one side is touching and the other side is playing wildly.
So that the card players like Nanyi City can see what fortune means.
Then as soon as he walked to the edge of a pond, he saw Cong Ren, who had been lying under the peach tree bridge all day long, stood up for the first time and was looking down at the fish at the edge of the pond at the entrance of the pond.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked over with a smile and said, "Master, are you finally willing to get up and take a look?"
Then he saw Cong Ren turning around with a dark face and a shoe in his hand.
Zhang Xiaoyu ran away, but when he turned around, he bumped into Man Yuan's Sword Intent that had risen from nowhere and was knocked back.
Cong Ren grabbed Zhang Xiaoyu's collar and slapped his back with his shoe.
"You say so, right? You want me to accept Nan Dao to get started, right?" Cong Ren said while slapping Zhang Xiaoyu. "Why don't you go to heaven?"
"I was wrong, Master, I was wrong." Zhang Xiaoyu struggled and begged for mercy.
Cong Ren twitched several times before letting go of his hand, leaving Zhang Xiaoyu in the grass, then turned and walked out.
Zhang Xiaoyu lay on the grass and looked at the sword intent all over the place. He realized that Cong Ren wanted to lock him in here, and said with a bitter face: "Don't leave me in here, Master."
Cong Ren's voice came from the path outside Yichi.
"Take out my sword and put it in Cong Xin's house. If you can't get it out, don't even think about going out to play cards. I won't help you ask for leave at Xuansheyuan."
Zhang Xiaoyu wailed and bounced up.
Turning his head to look under the peach tree, the sword intent that enveloped the entire pond came out from the 'square inch'.
Zhang Xiaoyu subconsciously wanted to pull out the sword, but after trying for a while, he remembered that the sword was not on him and picked up a slender branch from the grass.
"Fight Zhang Xiaoyu."
"For a job worth three taels of silver a month!"
Cong Ren left Yichi and walked calmly in the Jianzong Garden.
The sounds of card playing could be heard everywhere.
Cong Ren felt a little ashamed.
It was because of him that the Human Sword Sect started playing cards.
Even because of some events that year, the whole Lingnan started playing cards.
Cong Ren was thinking as he walked to the gate of Jianzong.
There were four or five disciples playing cards in the concierge.
They were fighting vigorously when Cong Ren walked in.
The short disciple who blocked Nan Dao from the door was holding a whiteboard. He hesitated for a long time. When he was about to type out, he was held by a hand.
"You shouldn't play this card, Hu Lu."
Everyone looked up and found that Cong Ren had walked out today.
So he stood up in a hurry and saluted.
"Master."
Cong Ren waved his hand and said, "It's okay, you continue."
Everyone sat down like Yan, and the short Hulu put the cards back, looked at Cong Ren and asked: "Which card should I play, Master?"
Cong Ren took a red card and played it out.
"You should type this."
