Sword of Coming

Wang Yiran's expression was solemn and he twisted around, not caring whether he would scare the other women's family members in the waterside pavilion. He stepped on the railing with his toes and quickly rushed towards the pool to rescue his daughter who had fallen into the water.

The young master of Jianshui Villa looked as usual. The young scholar shook his folding fan and said, "I never thought he was a master who hides his secrets."

The scholar put away the folding fan with a snap and looked at the young man with the sword who was walking away on the path. He was definitely a little master of the four realms of martial arts! Could it be that he is a close disciple of the Sword God of Caiyi Kingdom? Just because the world is dangerous and the Master Sword God died suddenly in the mountains, he had to disguise himself as a foreigner and travel far away to seek refuge alone? Otherwise, he really couldn't think of anyone who could train such a young martial arts genius and reach the master level earlier than Song Fengshan.

Song Fengshan's wife, a beautiful and virtuous young woman, couldn't help but asked softly: "Is something going to happen to Coral?"

Song Fengshan gently rubbed the hilt of the dagger "Cangshui" at his waist with his thumb and index finger, smiling without saying a word.

The scholar smiled and explained: "Madam, don't worry, Miss Liu is not seriously injured. The boy used a clever punch, and only knocked out Miss Wang with external force. It is a skin injury and will not hurt the body or soul. In this fight, the boy He stopped temporarily, probably as Master Wang said, he didn’t want his path in the world to become narrower and narrower.”

Sure enough, Wang Yiran picked up his daughter and returned to Shuixie. With Wang Yiran's help, he performed acupuncture several times, and the woman slowly woke up. In addition to her appearance, she was in a mess, her clothes were soaked, her face was dim, and she had lost a lot of face, her face and spirit. She was still alive, but the woman holding the knife in reverse was struggling to stand in the waterside pavilion. Her forehead was red and swollen. She turned her back to the crowd, with one hand against the pavilion pillar and the other covering her mouth. The slender woman was soaked all over, and her eyes were misty. , compared to the usual glamorous look, it has a bit more of a pitiful charm.

The girl who was not too old to join in the fun stretched her neck, looked at the drinking boy on the path, and exclaimed: "Wow, you are really an expert."

The scholar squinted and quickly looked at the woman's graceful back. The woman looked like a drowned rat, with an exquisite figure. The corners of the scholar's mouth were raised, and she had an amazing pair of long legs. The stunned young man may not be familiar with such amorous feelings. A man as experienced as him The grandson of a wealthy family knows that the taste here is the most damaging to a man's body.

One wave comes after another.

Jianghu is about a master who humiliates his ministers to death. Among the confidants from each camp outside the water pavilion, the man carrying a big bow with horns seemed to see the implicit ridicule of several of his companions. For a moment, he became angry and shouted loudly. He took down the rare hard bow that had been made by craftsmen for ten years, took out a carved feather arrow from the quiver with clusters of white feathers on his waist, and drew the bow like a full moon, "If anyone dares to hurt my young lady, take an arrow from me!"

After encountering surprises one after another, Wang Yiran, the owner of Hengdao Villa, who is known for his calmness and a master of swordsmanship with a "mountain style" swordsmanship, was also a little annoyed and said angrily: "Ma Lu! Don't hurt people with secret arrows!"

Chen Ping'an, who had already walked a hundred steps away, was about to turn around when he was slightly startled. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a high branch at the top of a big tree. Someone was standing on the branch with his hands behind his back. The mountain wind was blowing, and the figure of an old man in black was seen. With the branches swaying gently like water waves, it is very charming. The two quickly looked at each other, and the old man nodded in greeting. Chen Pingan gave up the idea of ​​taking action, and just turned around to face the waterside pavilion again.

The figure of the old man with the sword flickered and disappeared. The next moment, he landed on the path. Like a wisp of smoke, he passed by Chen Pingan. He raised his arm and stretched out a finger forward, standing upright.

A carved-feathered arrow shot through the air, and the old man in black held his finger against the tip of the arrow. The powerful and heavy arrow shattered inch by inch in the air, but the old man's finger was unharmed, without any abnormalities.

The old man stretched out another finger, gently held the tip of the arrow that was at the end of the crossbow, and threw it away. The tip of the arrow shot away, piercing the palm of the big man holding the bow. The man was full of blood, but still The big bow with horns was not missing. The arm with a bloody palm was drooping. He held the bow in one hand and stared fiercely at the uninvited guest.

The old man in black looked indifferent, "Walking around the world, you are responsible for your own life and death! No elders have taught you this? In other rivers and lakes in Shushui Country, there are no rules, just follow your pleasure, but in my Jianshui Villa, that is not allowed. .”

The young woman stood up, gave a graceful Wanfu, and respectfully addressed her, "Old Ancestor."

Wang Yiran's face changed slightly, he quickly clasped his fists, lowered his head slightly and said: "Wang Yiran of Hengdao Villa, pay your respects to Sword Master Song!"

The scholar followed closely behind, patted the girl on the head, and signaled her to stand up and greet her. Then the scholar bowed and said loudly: "Han Yuanshan, a descendant of the Han family in Xiaochongshan, has met the old village owner."

The girl had a lively temperament and no stage fright. She followed her brother and bowed without bowing her head. She looked straight at the thunderous old immortal in the world and said in a childish voice: "Han Yuanxue, a descendant of the Han family in Xiaochongshan, has met Lao Zhuang." host."

The old swordsman Song Yushao showed up. Song Fengshan, as the old man's direct grandson, was the last one to stand up. His tone showed no emotion at all, and he said slowly: "Grandpa's trip this time was a bit brief. My grandson thought that he would have to wait until Zhuangzi. Grandpa will be willing to come back only after the border is clean and there are no guests."

The old man looked around, said a meaningful "troublesome atmosphere", and then turned around and left with Chen Ping'an. He completely ignored Xiaozhongshan Han family, the mainstay of Shushui country, and Hengdao Villa, as if they were not in his eyes. The village owner didn't even want to take a chance on him.

Song Yushao and Chen Ping'an walked side by side, looking a little lonely with their backs to the crowd. After walking a mile, he laughed at himself: "The family tradition is so skewed that it might as well be a waterfall to make you laugh."

Chen Ping'an didn't know how to answer the question, so he could only say some polite words, "The people in Zhuangzi are actually not bad, and none of the seniors said it so harshly."

Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. No matter how generous and open-minded the old man is, he is not willing to publicize his family's scandal in front of outsiders, so he changed the subject and said: "Why did you change your mind about the punch outside the water pavilion and only use three or four points of your full strength? The future owner of Hengdao Villa is stubborn and not a fuel-efficient lamp. She may not appreciate your mercy today, and she might pester you endlessly. Nowadays, the younger generation of charlatans only talk about their own happiness. , I don’t like it very much, but you are so unpleasant, and I really can’t appreciate it.”

Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said with a smile: "If I feel unhappy, I would punch someone to death. That would be too overbearing. Besides, I will leave Shushui Country soon. Hengdao Villa wants to It's not easy to cause trouble for me. The most you can do is scold the woman behind her back, but I won't hear her anymore."

Song Yushao turned around and looked at the young man with a sincere expression. He was both unexpected and reasonable, and he smiled and said: "This is okay for an old man of my age. Half of his body is buried in the ground. , everything is over, what else can we do? You are a fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid, so old-fashioned and boring."

Chen Ping'an didn't refute anything. After one punch, the lingering depression in his heart was relieved a lot, and that was enough.

He remembered something and reminded him softly: "The nun in the ancient temple who claims to be the Four Evils of Shushui Kingdom entered your village with a burly man. Old seniors, please be careful."

Song Yushao laughed loudly and said: "What's this? In addition, the noble son of the Han family in the waterside pavilion just now, the notorious Four Evils of Shushui Kingdom, has already been gathered together."

Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "The remaining devil?"

Song Yushao shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's okay not to say anything."

Chen Pingan took a sip of wine and thought about things.

The old man understood clearly and said frankly: "I don't mean to invite you here as a guest this time. I just hope that this village will not be just some human-looking bastards. This Jianshui Villa , after all, this place is run by me personally, and I don’t want it to be full of shit. There are puddles here and there, which makes me feel disgusted when I walk in my house. Having you as guests at home will make me feel more comfortable."

Chen Ping'an didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This old man was too upright.

Chen Ping'an didn't know that Song Yushao, in addition to the increasingly famous title of Sword Master in the world, was also given the nickname "Iron Pimple" by his peers, which meant that Song Yushao was serious about words and was so in the family. , this is especially true in the arena outside home. It would be an injustice to the young swordsman to say that Song Fengshan did not follow Song Yushao's character at all. It was just that Song Yushao had the old-fashioned charlatanism in him, and was old-fashioned and pedantic. Song Fengshan, who was bent on pursuing the ultimate in swordsmanship, did not bother to follow it.

Song Yushao, an old man in his seventies, has seen too many turmoils in the world and the evil people. He is increasingly certain of one thing. The truth only needs to be told to reasonable people, otherwise the rusty knife around his waist will The old iron sword is his Song Yushao principle. Song Yushao likes to travel around the world with one person and one sword. Over the years, he has seen many up-and-comers who are sharp and wanton. Their talents are really good, but their martial ethics are really not good, but they are still prosperous. People in the world who admire them, There are so many crucian carp crossing the river. Song Yushao doesn't quite understand. Thirty or fifty years later, the river and lake will be handed over to these people. What hope is there?

It's just that no matter how high Song Yushao's swordsmanship is, he is only one person. The elders of his generation left one by one, taking with them the old words and rules that the younger generation didn't like to hear, and buried them in the mud together. Now he is even a senior who is also an enemy and a friend. The old sword gods of the Caiyi Kingdom were all dead, and Song Yushao was a little uninterested.

I feel that today's world is clear and watery, with no trace of alcohol at all.

The old man and the young child were taking a leisurely walk when Song Yushao suddenly said: "Those people at Waterfall Pavilion are blind and cannot tell the level of your fist, but I can see it clearly, so please tell me your current state of mind." There are some problems. Breaking through the three realms and the four realms is the first big threshold for martial artists of our generation. The stronger your foundation is, the easier it is for mistakes to occur once you break the mirror with the knot in your heart. The momentum of a big snow mountain collapsing can be huge. It’s a thousand times scarier than the mudslide on the top of a hill. Little kid, you have to be careful right now!”

Chen Ping'an woke up with a start, stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, pondered for a moment, then turned around and said, "Thank you, senior, for the advice."

Song Yushao thought for a while and said something that seemed to be off topic, "You held back your fist earlier because you were a kind person, but for your breaking the situation, it was not good. According to the general rules of the world, if you Throw out a punch with all your strength, severely injuring or even killing the woman, and then arousing public outrage and leading to a bloody battle to the death. Maybe it will be your chance to break through, what the gods on the mountain call opportunity."

Chen Pingan smiled without regret, and said something very old-fashioned, "It doesn't matter, it should be mine, you can't run away, it shouldn't be mine, you can't catch it."

Song Yushao had actually been carefully observing the changes in the young man's expression. Seeing his calm expression and clear eyes, the old man nodded secretly.

The swordsmanship practiced by the young man in front of him and that of his grandson Song Fengshan were completely different. Although it is difficult to say who is right and who is wrong, and who can go faster and further, Song Yushao personally feels that a foreign boy who travels with a sword but has poor swordsmanship is more to his liking. When it comes to educating their descendants, the scholarly family is indeed more capable than the martial arts sect. Song Yushao is sincerely convinced. In his early years, he devoted himself to swordsmanship. As for the cultivation and shaping of the family tradition, the lamp is dark, or he has no way to start, at best. It was just a word of beating and scolding. Looking back now, the old man can only feel guilty and regretful.

The old man actually doesn't think he is any better than Wang Yiran from Hengdao Villa.

Ritual comes from the family, and law comes from the sect.

Etiquette and rules have been ingrained in the true family since childhood. Immortal magic has been passed down orderly by the Immortal Family on the mountain since ancient times.

Song Yushao was deeply touched by this. He once traveled to Nanjian Country and interacted with famous people there. Even though they had different personalities, they did have their own charms. Even if they were just scholars with no power, they were still impressive. People feel ashamed of themselves.

On the roadside between the waterfall and Jianshui Villa, there is an exquisite pavilion with lovely raised eaves, hanging a plaque "Landscape" and a couplet "The stone is white and rugged, the water is clear and gurgling", which is simple and unique.

Song Yushao obviously had a special liking for this pavilion. He pulled Chen Ping'an to sit on a bench in the pavilion, facing each other. The old man held his sword across his knees, and the young man carried his sword behind him. A man who was hailed as a saint in swordsmanship by the world. , one now doesn’t even have the confidence to draw a sword.

The view is broad and the mountains in the distance are like black daisies.

The mountain breeze is refreshing and refreshing.

Song Yushao sat here quietly, not deliberately greeting the young man, just thinking about his thoughts.

Grandson Song Fengshan is not so ambitious about martial arts affairs as he is more fueled by his grandson's daughter-in-law. She blows the wind all day long, which makes grandson think that it is just a trivial matter, so he wants to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, and she must know everything. Eat, or even reach out to the temple. Otherwise, with Song Fengshan's nature, he would never have paid attention to the Princess of Shushui in the first place. If he didn't strike her with a sword, he would be merciful.

The idea of ​​the Four Evils of Shushui Kingdom was only coined in the past ten years and is not widely spread in the world. Generally, only the masters of the world who have reached Wang Yiran's position have heard of it. The leader is the burly man who came to the door with the demon "Mammy" this time. He has a silver halberd, a magic weapon from the Immortal family, and has created a demon sect in Shushui Kingdom. The second ranked one is from the ancient temple. The demon woman was followed by the inconspicuous Xiaozhongshan Han family member in the waterside pavilion. She was born into a famous family, but practiced magic and controlled many high-ranking feudal officials from Shushui Kingdom.

The person at the bottom of the Four Evils, far away but right in front of us, is Song Yushao's granddaughter-in-law.

During one of Song Yushao's long trips, she "accidentally" met Song Fengshan, and the two of them became husband and wife behind Song Yushao's back, telling the world that when Song Yushao returned to the villa, the deal was already done, and the most helpless thing was that the ghost was obsessed with it. Song Fengshan confessed that he knew his wife's identity as a demon. That time, Song Yu burned out his sword. One sword cut off his eldest grandson's original sword, and another sword pierced the woman's abdomen. Song Fengshan went crazy and wanted to follow his grandfather. Desperately, Song Yushao was so angry that he wanted to cut off the hand tendons of this unworthy descendant with one sword, completely cutting off his future as a swordsman, so as not to harm the world in the future. Unexpectedly, the woman stood in front of Song Fengshan, allowing the old man to strike with his sword. It penetrated the heart. Although he did not die on the spot, it really broke the bridge of immortality. From then on, he became a sick man who couldn't even bear the cold in spring.

These bullshit family affairs were ruined. Song Yuxiao tried to rationalize and move his emotions, but it didn't work. In the end, he used several swords, but he still couldn't explain the reason clearly, and it became a confusing account with no beginning or end. .

Song Yushao sighed.

Shanshui Pavilion Shanshui Pavilion, with rugged mountains and gurgling water, is a beautiful scenery, but things in the world are like storms, and people's wishes are not fulfilled.

Chen Pingan suddenly asked: "Senior Song, can I practice boxing at the waterfall next?"

Song Yushao said nothing and agreed casually: "Why not, I will let you know right now. From the Shanshui Pavilion to the waterfall, it is the forbidden area of ​​Jianshui Villa. Anyone who crosses the boundary will die."

Chen Ping'an scratched his head, feeling a little regretful, "I can just practice boxing at night when no one is enjoying the scenery. There is no need to block the road during the day, otherwise it would be too unkind."

Song Yushao shook his head and laughed: "Little kid, you are so unhappy. I have carved out a piece of land on my own property that is free of shit. Why do I still need to reason with outsiders?"

Chen Ping'an could only say: "If the villa needs my help, the old man can just give the order."

The old man patted the iron sword on his knees and said angrily: "My sword is different from the two you are carrying."

Chen Ping'an looked embarrassed, took off his sword gourd, and just drank without speaking.

The old man suppressed his smile, sheathed his sword and stood up, saying: "Just practice boxing, and you can stay in Zhuangzi as long as you want. By the way, the taste of your wine doesn't taste good. I'll ask someone to send some to your residence later." Tan Huadiao Laojiao, good wine that has been buried for twenty years, that is wine! What are you drinking? It is no better than water. The key is that you, a little kid, still like to drink it regardless of whether there is anyone or not. No matter what happens, you have to drink a few sips, I will be ashamed of you."

The old man tiptoed, his figure swaying, and in an instant he appeared on the high branches of the distant mountain forest. After a few elegant rabbit rises and falcon landings, he disappeared.

Chen Ping'an sat alone in the landscape pavilion.

Meeting this senior martial artist twice, Chen Ping'an recalled Shen Wen, the City God of Rouge County in Caiyi Country, for no apparent reason. Although one was a pure martial artist renowned in the world, and the other was a civil servant deity enjoying incense, oh, yes, there are more. In addition to the Qi practitioner who accepted Luan Luan as his apprentice, I always felt that the three of them were somewhat similar, but Chen Pingan couldn't tell exactly how similar they were. Anyway, Chen Pingan only felt that the wine in his wine gourd was after dealing with them. I really can’t buy the cheapest kind of clay pot anymore.

Haha, it doesn’t matter, won’t you be able to drink the best wine in Jianshui Villa soon? !

The key is that Chen Pingan doesn’t have to spend any money!

So when Chen Pingan left Shanshui Pavilion and returned to his residence, he was in a very good mood.

When they arrived at the yard, Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng saw Chen Ping'an with a happy face and looked at each other. What's wrong? Is it still useful to see waterfalls?

Chen Pingan sat happily at the stone table and said with a smile: "I'm going to practice boxing at the waterfall in the evening. Which of you wants to accompany me?"

The bearded man said with a bad smile: "Did you peek at the beauty taking a bath at the waterfall? If we can still have this beautiful scenery, count me in!"

Zhang Shanfeng blinked, "Pindao can help you look out for the wind."

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Where? I had a conflict with someone over there at the waterfall. I got into a fight. It seemed that they were from Hengdao Villa. Fortunately, Senior Song stepped in and helped me stop a guard. arrows, otherwise I guess there will be a big fight, and you two may be dragged into the water by me..."

The bearded man clicked his tongue and said, "Chen Pingan, what are you doing? I'm a grown man, how can you covet beauty? I think Zhang Shanfeng is quite pretty, so I'll help him go to the town to buy a set of women's clothes later. , when the time comes, let him swim around the waterfall, and maybe he can help you be the man who holds the red thread and create a beautiful marriage..."

Chen Ping'an was drinking wine and almost spit it out.

Zhang Shanfeng had a look of disgust on his face, and quickly stood up and stayed away from the two of them, saying angrily: "The rabbit won't eat the grass beside the nest, but you are better off, and you won't even let your brothers go. This is too much."

Chen Ping'an silently changed to a stone bench, farther away from Xu Yuanxia.

The bearded man stroked his beard and said, "Why, you can stab your brother in both sides, but why don't you change into a woman's clothes? This brother is not loyal enough!"

Zhang Shanfeng cupped his fists and begged for mercy, then walked backwards, "I'm going to study the classics in the house. You are just and you can talk slowly."

Xu Yuanxia laughed heartily.

Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.

It happened that there was an old steward surnamed Chu outside the hospital. He personally brought four jars of fine wine, put them down and left. The old man became more and more kind to Chen Ping'an.

Zhang Shanfeng actually doesn't like to drink, so Chen Ping'an and Xu Yuanxia will split the drinking in half. Xu Yuanxia hesitated for a moment, shook her head with a smile, "One altar is enough for me, Chen Pingan, you take three altars."

Chen Pingan was a little confused.

Xu Yuanxia looked around and noticed nothing strange, then pointed at the vermilion wine bottle on Chen Ping'an's waist, and laughed softly: "I really don't think I can see any clues. Isn't it that most of my life has been in vain? But I was too embarrassed to speak before. It’s just like Zhang Shanfeng claiming to be Zhang Shan. Who has a secret in the world? This wine pot of yours is either the legendary fairy family square inch object, or the more precious sword-raising gourd, right? wrong?"

The bearded man pointed at his eyes, "You already have piercing eyes."

Chen Ping'an did not deny it and said softly: "I'm sorry for keeping it secret for so long."

Xu Yuanxia rolled her eyes and said: "Bullshit, what's wrong with this? If you are not careful when you are in the world, you will really feel sorry for your friends."

Having said this, the bearded man looked lonely, opened a jar of the mountain wine that had been dusty for a long time, put it into his ordinary wine flask, filled it and shook it, "This is not a polite word, I have suffered a lot. .”

Xu Yuanxia drank heavily. Anyway, she still had more than half a jar of wine, so she would have enough to drink before she got drunk!

Seeing that the man was in a dull mood, Chen Pingan said nothing and drank with Xu Yuanxia. However, he drank slowly while the man drank like a cow.

Xu Yuanxia drank a bottle of wine in one go, her beard was stained with wine, she wiped it casually and asked with a smile: "If your wine bottle contains the same wine, will it taste different?"

Chen Pingan smiled and threw it to the bearded man, "Try it yourself."

Xu Yuanxia raised her sword gourd high, raised her head and took a big sip. After throwing it back to Chen Ping'an, she said happily: "I want it to taste better!"

Chen Ping'an said cheerfully: "Fuck you! The wine now in my wine gourd is the cheapest I bought from the small town. Can it be comparable to the 20-year-old Huadiao Laojiao in the Villa?"

Xu Yuanxia was a little drunk, her face was flushed, she stood up and swayed, walked to her room, planning to have a good sleep, turned around and grinned: "Can the wine of the future Great Sword Immortal be delicious? It tastes good!"

Xu Yuanxia turned her head, staggered, shook her head, and said to herself: "From now on, I, Xu Yuanxia, ​​can brag about this bullshit to others for the rest of my life!"