After saying this, the Nandan girl didn't even look at Zhang Jian. She pushed open the ajar door and drifted away.
At this time, Zhang Jian looked at the apricot hand in Qixia Mountain and said with great interest: "Senior Sun, I am very curious, what kind of reason do you have? What I do is the same as treating diseases and saving people, isn't it? "
Sun Baicao first picked up a strange fruit and looked at it carefully. It was not until the Nandan girl left the door and Zhang Jian spoke that he put it on the table. While slowly raising his head, he lifted the crutch leaning on the table, shook his head and said: "I won't lie to you, and you shouldn't get to the bottom of it. You have no goals and no confidence in yourself. If you were the Mr. Fourth that I knew before, you wouldn't be like this."
Zhang Jian asked curiously: "What will happen to the former Fourth Gentleman?"
Sun Baicao stopped and said, "It should be blocked on the road to Dinghu Cave Sky."
Zhang Jian laughed when he heard this: "That's a bit unreasonable."
Sun Baicao sighed: "The truth? Big fists are the truth. He is getting more and more confused, just like me."
Zhang Jian stared at him. Under the light, Sun Baicao's hair was completely white at the temples.
He raised his legs, wanting to send this old man off.
Sun Baicao waved his hand without looking back, "Don't send me off, it's not a funeral. My body is still very strong, but I have been away for a long time and I want to go back to Qixia Mountain."
Zhang Jianwei was startled: "Senior..."
Although there are no peaches in winter, there is silver carbon.
There were many fruit pulp residues piled on the table in front of Guan Xiu, with various structures.
Although none of them were complete, it could be seen that the girl enjoyed her meal very much.
At this moment, the girl was sweating profusely, pouting, and fanning herself with her hands, "Spicy, too spicy, this dish..." The girl pointed at a half-piece of red chicken wings in front of her, and pulled hard at the same time. Official leave.
Guan Xiu glanced at him sideways and said nothing.
Zhang Jian thought this was a very interesting little girl, "This is it?"
"Servant Hammer." Guan Xiu said a little embarrassed.
"Isn't it rumored to be a boy?"
"This is a new one."
"What a cute little girl."
"It's funny."
The conversation between the two was very fast, and Zhang Jian started to argue after just a few words.
The House of Heaven and Earth has always been passed down alone. Children, grandchildren, or apprentices can inherit it, but they have to change their surname to official. However, despite the rules, the House of Heaven and Earth has not been passed on to outsiders so far. It is just this generation. Guan Xiu has no children yet, but he has adopted a hammer servant, who is amazingly talented and beautiful. It is said that Guan Xiu may set this precedent, but now he has brought a little girl out. Could it be that he is telling the world that their guess is wrong? ?
But this is Tiandi Youlu's own business after all, and he has no control over it. He just wants to know what Guan Xiu thinks of Dinghu.
"About Dinghu..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Guan Xiu, who raised his hand and said, "I have a house in the world just for refining weapons. I don't care about anything else, and I don't have any thoughts. It's just today..." He looked at Zhang Leng Temple above him, " Zhang Shanzhu invited me to come and make weapons for him, and promised my descendants one-third of an acre of land in Dinghu. I'm a little tempted, so come and have a look."
"As for what you said, Mr. Fourth, it's the responsibility you want to take, not mine."
He paused and then said: "I know this is not the answer, at least, it is not the answer that Mr. Fourth wants. But I want to ask, can Mr. Four afford the price of a house in heaven and earth? In other words, Mr. Four has to work in vain. Do I have a house in heaven and earth?"
Zhang Jian's eyes flashed.
"Seven-character Confucianism? How about it?"
Looking from Zhang Jian's perspective, he could only see Guan Xiu's thick eyelashes trembling slightly. Obviously, he was shocked.
Even Zhang Lengsi couldn't help but said: "Are you crazy?"
Zhang Jian didn't answer and just waited for his official leave.
After waiting for a long time, when the candlelight was halfway down, Guan Xiu sighed softly and raised his eyes.
"It's tempting, but sorry, I can't afford it."
The girl didn't look uncomfortable at all, and just ate happily, getting glares from time to time.
Guan Xiu took out a square handkerchief, passed it over the girl's head, and wiped the corners of her mouth, "Let's go, eat when we go back."
The girl looked reluctant and looked at the food on the table, still unsatisfied.
Zhang Lengsi said to Tuoba beside him: "Go and see off the official hammer master."
The latter nodded and led the two people away.
The only sound left in the house was the flickering of candlelight.
The windows in the main hall were blown wide open by a cold wind, and the winter air blew in from outside, causing the temperature to drop sharply.
After Zhang Lengsi picked up the wine cup in front of him and drank a glass, he looked at Zhang Jian with a half-smile and said, "Are you satisfied now? Are you asking me to come and watch you destroy me with my own eyes?"
Zhang Jian lowered his head to hide the complicated look in his eyes.
Zhang Lengsi looked at his nephew in front of him and seemed to want to laugh, but after thinking about it, he thought it was wrong, so he restrained his expression: "Then, um, I'm leaving too?"
"Uncle, stay."
Zhang Lengsi was a little surprised and stopped and looked at Zhang Jian.
Zhang Jian's expression was complicated. He hesitated for a moment before speaking softly: "Zhang Jian lacked the guidance of his father since he was a child. He behaves according to his heart and never troubles others. Today, I want to ask my uncle for something!"
Zhang Lengsi waited quietly.
Zhang Jian turned around, waved to Qin Xian, and called him to his side.
"What does uncle think of this child?"
Zhang Lengsi opened the corners of his lips and showed a very perfunctory smile and said: "Not very good. His face is mediocre. Although he is not ugly, he is not stunning either. He is still a young man with a white head and his cultivation is basic... I can only say that poor……"
Qin Xian's dull face had a gloomy expression, like a thousand-year-old lake that had frozen into ice. No matter how beautiful and green it was blown by the spring breeze of the orange forest, it would not make any ripples.
This was the first time he heard an objective description of himself from someone else. Although he was somewhat prepared in his heart, perhaps because his foundation was not good enough, he did not expect it to be so unbearable, and his eyes suddenly darkened. Of course, this would not stop him. ideas and what he wants to do.
So he didn't speak, or in other words, he didn't know what to say.
"Uncle." Zhang Jian lowered his voice and said very seriously, "I hope you can protect him, or maybe he... Bian Yujing!"
"Um?"
"Don't say anything about protecting the Tao, but promise him Bian Yujing, are you kidding me?..." Zhang Lengsi frowned, and said with some shock and reproach, "Zhang Jian!"
"It's better to have two things together. I'm not kidding, I'm serious." Zhang Jian said solemnly.
The candlelight flickered, bright and dark, just like Zhang Jian's mood at the moment.
Zhang Jian stared out the window and said calmly: "Uncle, you should know that I come from a Confucian family, but now there is no place for me in the Confucian family, not because of other things, but because of other people's words."
Zhang Lengsi was a little surprised. He knew about Zhang Jian's expulsion, and he could guess the various reasons for it. Thinking of that man's usual behavior, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.
"You were not allowed to enter the Confucian sect at first, but you refused to listen and insisted on joining. What else did you say, otherwise it would be contrary to the entrustment passed down by the sage and master... Now, the sage is in charge of your life and death!"
Zhang Jian shook his head and said nothing.
"Impossible!" Zhang Lengsi flatly refused, "You think I don't know about Bian Yujing's promise to this boy? If this matter is revealed, forget about the rest! The first one Bian Yujing will kill is me, and the second one is this boy. , you want him to die!"
Zhang Jian didn't answer, just looked at him quietly.
When he got excited, a breath of cold wind hit his trachea, and Zhang Lengsi suddenly started coughing.
"Sir, I don't need anyone to protect me, and I don't want to... marry someone I don't recognize. It's better not to embarrass my senior..." Qin Xian said this and looked at Zhang Lengsi, who was pale and coughing, with a look of embarrassment on his face. He said, "Look at senior, he is so angry..."
Zhang Jianze said lukewarmly: "Don't worry, he's fine. With his level of cultivation, there's no way he could cough. He's just showing it to me."
Sure enough, as Zhang Jian finished speaking, Zhang Lengsi raised his head leisurely, stopped coughing, stared at Zhang Jian and said: "Tell me, what kind of skills does this boy have."
Zhang Jian took a deep breath and said slowly: "I want to pass him the key... and the abbreviation."
"Key?" Zhang Lengsi frowned slightly, "What key, weird...?" Suddenly he seemed to remember something and exclaimed: "Key!? You want to pass him the key? Did you tell him?"
"No." Zhang Jian shook his head and said, "I haven't mentioned it yet. It will be in a few days."
"You know I have never seen or heard anyone say that the key was passed down so early. How old was Lao Zhuyu when he gave it to you." Zhang Lengsi looked at him, paused and said, "Okay, this I can help you take care of the child. Bian Yujing's side is naturally the main one when it comes to protecting the road, and I can also take care of him a little, so as not to lose his life." Then he said angrily: "But Bian Yujing can't promise it to him. , put cow dung in flowers, if you do this kind of thing, your life will be shortened, but that is [Jingzhao Emei], how many are there in the world?"
"It doesn't matter, it's all skin." Zhang Jian shook his head and said.
"You are a Confucian scholar, don't tell me that Buddhism is empty. Last time I saw a monk who was nostalgic for the shop in Tianzhao City. He couldn't help himself. It's all lies. Woman, why is appearance important if it doesn't matter?" Zhang Leng Temple scolded.
"You don't understand." Zhang Jian looked at him and said calmly, "Some things can only be understood by experiencing them."
Zhang Lengsi was at a loss for words. Zhang Jian had a peaceful temperament and rarely argued with others. Today, he had several arguments with him, which made him a little puzzled.
After pondering for a moment, Fang Zhengzheng said: "Since you have decided to do this, I have nothing to say. The general trend of the world is like this, so you don't have to be too persistent."
Zhang Jian nodded: "Thank you, uncle."
Zhang Lengsi waved his hand: "Forget it, let's get this matter settled first." As soon as he finished speaking, the person disappeared.
The wind moves.
Zhang Jian stared out the window and said calmly: "Although it is difficult to pass down the simple character, I have tried it before. The word [filial piety] has a resonance with you. Today, the simple character is destined."
The candle flame suddenly jumped, Zhang Jian's fingers moved across the sky, and the word "filial piety", which was empty and real, condensed in the air.
