There are always surprises in everything.
For example, the sword cultivator from Tianya Sword Sect came to Nanyi City on March 15th, All Souls' Day, but was dragged to play cards by Zhang Xiaoyu. He got hit on the head and accidentally lost his sword. .
On one side is the extremely talented young man that the old man wants to find himself, and on the other side is the last sword in the sect.
The sword cultivator named Wu Dalong hesitated for a long time and chose the latter.
So he struggled day and night, hoping to redeem his sword. As for Nan Dao, Chen He also pushed him outside to bask in the sun.
So Cheng Lu, who rushed to Xuanxuyuan full of anger, naturally rushed to nothing.
The worried Cheng Lu searched all over Xuanshuyuan but could not find these two people, so her heart naturally froze.
It's over, now I've ruined Senior Sister Qiu's affairs.
Cheng Lu thought, why not find a place to hide for three to five years?
But considering that I am no longer young, what is the point of hiding?
Hearing that Mojianya was inviting swords to the world recently, Cheng Lu gritted his teeth and went to the East China Sea.
Please take some punishment with Yi Jian, so as not to be blamed by Mo Jian Ya in the future.
As for Wu Dalong, he was still working in a card shop in the south of the city, concentrating on his small job.
In order to redeem the sword, Wu Dalong worked all night long and worked three jobs a day. During the day, he delivered vegetables to the nearby vegetable market, at night he served tea and water to the card players, and he didn't forget to beat the gong in the middle of the night.
This man from a small village under Fengqiling is naturally very capable of enduring hardship.
In the past, when farming was busy, he would walk dozens of miles of mountain roads back to the village with his sword on his back to help his parents with farm work.
Wu Dalong had never complained about joining such a small sword sect that seemed hopeless.
He is thirty-five years old, three years older than Chen Huaifeng, but he has only entered the Taoist realm.
Not everyone in the world is a genius.
Lingnan Sword Sect has 80,000 sword cultivators, but they can't find a few geniuses.
Most of them are people who have a little talent for cultivation, but not much talent. Wu Dalong is such a person.
So he has always been very diligent.
It is natural for a diligent man to marry a wife.
But he was too busy to get married.
On weekdays, apart from practicing in the Sword Sect, I just go to find some work nearby, earn some money, and then buy a sword and let the old man test his sword with a fucking name.
Later he also learned to blacksmith, so all he needed was scrap iron or ore.
There are many swordsmen like this who are floating on the edge of the human world and the world of cultivation, but no one has ever remembered them, and Wu Dalong is just one of them.
So when his master asked him to come to Nanyi City, Wu Dalong came.
It's a pity that Zhang Xiaoyu of the Human Sword Sect led him a little astray.
After all, Lingnan Sword Sect also plays cards.
And it is an important task second only to sword repair.
In the words of the old man, we practice our poker skills day and night, not to prove how great we are, but to tell the swordsmen in the world that we must get back what we lost back then.
Well...what was lost was dignity.
Wu Dalong heard others say that many years ago, when the demon clan crossed Yunmengze, the entire Lingnan had to enter Nanyi City for defense.
Unfortunately it didn't work out.
Because there were four senior brothers from the Human Sword Sect of that generation who set up a table of mahjong there.
Stopped the entire Lingnan sword cultivator.
As a result, the entire Lingnan Sword Sect could not let go for thousands of years.
Wu Dalong finished delivering the food and squatted on the street. Without his sword, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man. He rolled up his trousers and wore a short coat, squatting on the street to rest.
Thinking about those old events, Wu Dalong thought to himself, how could we possibly regain face from the Human Sword Sect?
Whether they are playing cards or practicing swordsmanship, they are the top people in the world.
After resting for a while, Wu Dalong was about to leave and go to the poker hall to do odd jobs. Then he saw someone pushing a strange thing on the street.
A steaming black box?
A sizzling iron plate for frying tofu?
wheelchair?
What kind of strange shape is this?
Wu Dalong stopped and looked at it for a while. The young man pushing the wheelchair looked at Wu Dalong with a smile and asked, "Would you like a piece?"
Wu Dalong looked at the white tender tofu with golden edges on the iron plate, smelled the aroma, hesitated a little, and said, "How much does it cost per piece?"
"Two cents a piece."
Wu Dalong was a little hesitant. The sugar and oil cakes in the north of the city only cost one yuan, so he looked at the young man and asked tentatively: "Can a penny for a penny be okay?"
The young man glanced at him and didn't make things difficult. He said cheerfully: "Okay, but don't tell others that I sold you for a penny."
"good."
Wu Dalong took out a penny from his arms and put it on the black box. The young man quickly made him a piece of tofu, put it on a bamboo board and handed it to him.
The freshly fried tofu is a bit hot, but very delicious, especially the red chili powder and green chopped green onion sprinkled on top, which is very delicious when paired with the tender tofu that is white and slightly browned.
Wu Dalong devoured a piece, licked the oil on his beard that had not been groomed for a long time, and drank the juice on the bamboo board like Chen Huaifeng did.
"It's delicious. How much money can you make in a day selling this?" Wu Dalong was a little excited.
The young man thought for a moment and said, "This is also my first time selling this. If you want to do it, wait a few more days and we can form a partnership."
"I feel very profitable." Wu Dalong returned the bamboo board to the young man.
"Indeed." The young man said and thought for a while, "I will know when I go back today to take stock."
Wu Dalong nodded, looked at Nan Dao aside, and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
"Sleep and get some sunshine to avoid mold."
"oh."
Wu Dalong didn't ask any more questions.
The young man pushed the wheelchair and continued walking along the long street in the spring.
Wu Dalong also walked towards the card shop on another street.
If you work for a while, you can redeem your sword.
...
Chen Huaifeng bought a cup from a nearby tea shop and made another cup of wolfberry tea.
Time has passed, and in seven years, even if he walks around the world again holding a cup of wolfberry tea, few people will remember this Sword Sect disciple who likes to keep in good health.
Just seeing the sword on his back, he felt familiar. After thinking about it for a while, he remembered that he didn't seem to see Zhang Xiaoyu wandering around the world today.
Could it be that he has lost too much and is so heartbroken at home that he never wants to go out?
Chen Huaifeng still likes this kind of undisturbed leisure.
If everyone wants to come up and say a few words of emotion, Chen Wolfberry, why are you coming out again, then how can you still hang out?
The policemen in the city are quite busy.
Because it is said that someone died in the city yesterday. Although Mr. Bei later said that the city lord's palace killed a pig in the alley last night and poured some pig blood, but there were too many people seen this time, so the police decided to hang around a little longer. Time, lest the world gossip.
The policemen in Huai'an have always been quite proud.
Because there once was a young catcher who became the ten disciples of the Sword Master Tsing Yi on Mojian Cliff.
Therefore, they feel that the profession of being a detective has more potential than others.
Of course, if they knew that there was a tea frying girl in the west of the city who was from Qingtian Dao, they might also consider the tea frying job as a slightly promising career.
Chen Huaifeng can understand their simple and simple idea of comparison.
So when I saw those police officers wandering around with knives, I didn't complain much.
After all, the detectives are quite good.
The reason why the police officers are good people is that they are relatively leisurely. There has never been any big events in Nanyi City. After all, there are a lot of big guys nesting in the city, and there are few small things. People are busy working or playing cards.
With fewer things to worry about, I feel better.
If anything happens at home, they will be very enthusiastic to help.
After all, hello to everyone is the real good thing.
Chen Huaifeng was idly holding a cup of wolfberry tea. After drinking it, he found a place to get a refill. In the afternoon, Chen Huaifeng wandered to Xuanxuyuan.
Just like Zhang Xiaoyu was a teacher in the courtyard, Chen Huaifeng was also a teacher in the Xuanxu courtyard.
But he is not Mr. Qingniuyuan.
But he is the miscellaneous subject teacher of Wenhua College.
Teach children how to maintain good health.
The students were drowsy after listening to it. The prime minister felt that Chen Huaifeng was misleading the students, so he dismissed him with a wave of his hand.
The prime minister naturally dislikes Chen Huaifeng, but it has nothing to do with anything else.
Drinkers never like people who maintain health.
But it turned out fine afterwards.
Because the prime minister had been nagged about by Chen Huaifeng for some time, he suddenly went to the hospital to have a visit.
It turned out that he had alcoholic jaundice.
Qing was immediately confused.
I am a great demon who has been cultivating for thousands of years, but you told me that I have alcoholic jaundice?
Qing Xiang left the hospital cursing.
Since then, my views on Chen Huaifeng have changed somewhat.
But that’s all.
It is impossible not to drink without drinking.
It is impossible not to drink in this life.
Anyway, I am a great demon and cannot die.
But later when I wanted to invite Chen Huaifeng back, Chen Huaifeng said that he wanted to take care of his health and would not come.
So when Chen Huaifeng appeared at the gate of Xuansheyuan today, holding wolfberry tea and looking at the yard to bask in the sun, Mr. Mei was shocked for a long time.
"Mr. Chen, why are you back today?"
Chen Huaifeng held the wolfberry tea in his arms and looked at Li Taimei, who was lying next to the concierge, also holding a cup of wolfberry tea. He was very pleased, so he said with a smile: "I haven't been out for a long time. Come and see you."
Mr. Mei had already sat up and politely gave up his chair: "Would you like to lie down for a while?"
Chen Huaifeng thought for a while and said, "That's okay."
So he lay down on it without any ceremony.
The afternoon sun is very warm.
Chen Huaifeng put the cup aside, stepped on the pedal, put his hands on his abdomen, yawned, and then squinted his eyes comfortably.
Mr. Mei brought out another chair from the concierge and lay down next to Chen Huaifeng.
The two of them fell into a deep sleep.
So today, the girl Chen Huaifeng saw washing her feet by the river and touching her hair behind her ears walked into the courtyard at sunset.
Hang Yue glanced at the two sleeping people, then walked quietly through the bamboo forest and left.
Chen Huaifeng fell asleep and then woke up. He always felt that he had missed something. The wolfberry tea beside him had become cold, and cold wolfberry tea was naturally not good for health.
So Chen Huaifeng felt that he must have missed a cup of wolfberry tea that was still warm.
Mr. Mei didn't know when he had left. I think I went to light the garden lights in the yard.
Chen Huaifeng sat lonely in the sunset in the yard for a while holding the cold teacup, then got up and left Xuanshuyuan.
Xuanshuyuan is still the same, nothing interesting to see.
And he naturally trusts the prime minister.
The main reason was that Zhang Xiaoyu was injured in the hospital, so Chen Huaifeng wanted to come and take a look.
But very common.
Nothing.
At least Chen Huaifeng didn't feel anything today.
Not long after Chen Huaifeng left, Chen He, who had been selling sizzling tofu all day, pushed Nan Dao back to the courtyard in the dusk, humming a tune.
