One morning the next day, Cheng Qichuan was reading in the academy as usual. When he was enjoying his reading, the door of the academy was suddenly pushed open. Seeing this person, Cheng Qichuan immediately put down his book and saluted the person: "Dad, uncle, third uncle, sir!" The uncle in his mouth was Mo Zhanqiu, and the third uncle was Huang Long, although they were not related to his father. They have worshiped each other, but the affectionate exchanges they have with each other on weekdays are treated as relatives.
"No courtesy, no courtesy!" Cheng Suhe helped Cheng Qichuan up with both hands, and then the five of them found a cushion to sit down on.
Cheng Suhe stroked his beard and said: "Achuan, what happened yesterday is definitely not over yet. Don't spread the word to others if you want to scare others away!" Cheng Qichuan nodded and said, "If the father doesn't tell, the child will know it."
At this time, Mo Zhanqiu cleared his throat and said, "Humph! Although it's very sad, I have to say..." Before Mo Zhanqiu could finish speaking, Huang Long suddenly waved his hand impatiently. Said: "Oh, boss, please don't show off! I should have known that you went to Daojun Peak last night. What did Lord Daojun say to you?" Mo Zhanqiu glared at Huang Long angrily, and stared at Huang Long with a pair of overlord eyes. He felt uncomfortable and immediately gave in and said, "I was wrong, brother, keep talking, keep talking!"
Mo Zhanqiu sighed slightly, glared at Huang Long with a look that hated iron, and then said: "Yes, I climbed Daojun Peak yesterday, and Lord Daojun told me that his end is approaching, and only It’s next year..." Everyone present was shocked when these words came out. Cangzhu was so surprised that he closed the Fusu fan and said, "This is true!" Everyone looked at Cangzhu in surprise. Seeing this, Cangzhu immediately put away the Fusu fan, unfolded it to cover his face and said shyly: "Gaffe, gaffe!"
Cheng Qichuan, who was sitting aside, was confused. He saw Cang Zhu's eyes that were already red from crying under Fu Su's fan. My husband is usually very handsome. Even after studying with him for more than ten years, I have never seen such a rude face. Logically speaking, this man who would not bend his back even if the sky fell, how could he be like this? ?
Cheng Suhe on the side noticed something strange about Cheng Qichuan and explained: "Master Daojun is his master! He once failed in the imperial examination and wrote poems everywhere to satirize the world, but this also angered the celebrities and landlords in the capital, so at that time he was like a He was like a rat crossing the street and everyone shouted to beat him. When he fled to Chengdu, he almost starved to death at the foot of our mountain. Fortunately, he was bumped into by Master Feng, and he was able to survive. After that, he became a disciple of Master Daojun. Now his master is about to die. So, how could he not be sad? Moreover, there was no position of Literary Sage, it was specially prepared for him by Master Daojun." Cheng Qichuan nodded, he did not expect that he, a handsome gentleman, would have such a down and out experience. There was a hint of sympathy for Cangzhu and awe for Lord Dao in my heart.
Mo Zhanqiu continued: "So I decided to hold a Tongtian Dapan in our sect..." He was about to continue, but saw Huang Long's confused look and explained: "Literally, Tongtian, Dapan. It is to let the new generation of Mao The top boys compete and are sorted into categories. If they are good, train them, and if they are not good, don’t waste time on them. Last night Lord Daojun said that the first place winner will be sent to Daojun Peak for personal guidance."
"Very good, very good!" Cheng Suhe waved his sleeves and said, "Now that we have a successor, it will be easier to face this crisis!"
"Hold it, hold it, there are more important things at the moment..." After Mo Zhanqiu finished speaking, he turned around and stared at Cheng Qichuan without speaking. Cheng Qichuan felt very uncomfortable being stared at by his overbearing eyes, so he said, "Uncle, you have something to say, so don't keep staring at me." Mo Zhanqiu withdrew his gaze, looked at Cheng Suhe and said, "It's really What a good piece of material! The bloodline of the Cheng family in Northern Liao and the Qi family in Jiangnan is really good. It’s strange to say, how can you be so girlish?"
Cheng Suhe shook his head and was about to answer, but Mo Zhanqiu blocked his mouth with a hand. Cheng Suhe lowered his head as if he had been used to it for a long time, and silently said in his heart: "Blame me, blame me, I spoil him too much!"
"Xiaochuan, uncle gives you two options now. The first one is to continue studying and become a top scholar in the future. But judging from the current situation of the Qingcheng sect, if you want to study, we can only send you to the academy. It's okay. Don’t come back; the second rule is to abandon literature and embrace martial arts, practice martial arts with the four of us, and advance and retreat together with the Qingcheng Sect!”
Cheng Qichuan looked at Mo Zhanqiu's overlord eyes in a daze, and thought to himself: "On the one hand, it is my mother's will, and Mr. Confucian sage from the academy is also my idol all the time. Furthermore, after knowing Mr.'s past, I suddenly want to do something for him." Mr. completed the unfinished business; on the other hand, my old Cheng family is also a family of martial arts. My great-grandfather's "Flowing Wind Sword" was so powerful that he was able to defeat all the enemies in northern Liaoning. People respectfully called him "Liaobei Crazy Sword" '. Later, the King of Qi rebelled, and my grandfather led the family to move to Chengdu in the middle of Sichuan and merged into the Qingcheng Sect. Within three days, he was listed as a swordsman. His three uncles were all his apprentices. My father had practiced swordsmanship since he was a child. When he was two years old, he received guidance from a swordsman, so he combined the "Flowing Wind Sword" and "Qingju Sword Technique" and created the first martial arts that combines swords and swords, "Dancing Sword Technique". The sword is like a sword. In the end, I became the Sword Immortal, for the sake of the Sword Immortal among the four great sword immortals. I am the only man who has been passed down from the Cheng family to my generation, am I going to drown the efforts of my ancestors?"
Cheng Qichuan was a little at a loss. Neither of them wanted to give up, so what should they do? After thinking for a while, he said resolutely: "Uncle, I have to take both paths! If you only study martial arts but don't study, you are a reckless man. If you only study martial arts but don't practice martial arts, what's the difference between you and an idiot?" Come on, everyone present laughed out loud. Huang Long patted his thigh and said, "What you said! Well said! Although I can't understand it." Mo Zhanqiu smiled and said to Cheng Suhe, "Like his mother, he can always say extraordinary things!"
Of course, Cheng Suhe was also smiling from ear to ear: "In that case, Ah Chuan has to work hard!" Then he said to everyone: "Everyone, please step aside. I want to talk to Ah Chuan about something."
After everyone leaves. Cheng Suhe cleared his throat and said seriously: "Achuan, learn the martial arts of our Qingcheng sect and abide by the rules of this sect. If there is any violation..." Speaking of this, Suhe suddenly smiled sinisterly and continued: "Qingcheng sect. I'll punish you by facing the wall and thinking about your mistakes, or I'll kill you with my own hands! Even if you are my only son!"
Cheng Qichuan was a little frightened. You must know that he had been pampered by Cheng Suhe since he was a child. Even Cheng Suhe held him in the palm of his hand for fear of dropping him and held him in his mouth for fear of melting. But now that Cheng Suhe said these words, Cheng Qichuan thought: "Is it because the father doesn't love the child anymore when he is older?" However, this thought only passed by for a moment, and he did not believe that his father would be like this.
