Sword of Coming

Die Zhang looked outside the shop. It was a bit strange. There are not many Scholars on the Great Wall of Sword Qi. There is no school here, so there is no teacher Mister. Like her origin, the children of the poor alleys can read literature. Hyphenation relies on large and small stone tablets that are crooked and slanted. They stand casually in the corners of the streets and alleys. I recognize a few words every day. After a long time, I really need to study hard and I can read books. As for more knowledge, there will be no more.

Although Ning Yao has never seen the Literary Saint, he vaguely guessed the identity of the old Mister. At the moment, he does not have a deep impression. The only feeling is that when he travels to the Grand Virtue World with himself, some Literary Saint portraits in books have not been completely banned. Look It’s really not the same. Those books are almost the same, whether they are busts or standing portraits, they all painted Literary Saint so magnificently. Now it seems that they are actually a thin old man.

Die Zhang was a little confused, Ning Yao said: “We talk about us, and leave them alone.”

Outside, it was an unexpected long-term reunion.

Chen Ping didn’t say anything except smile.

The old scholar turned his head and looked at the two little girls in the shop, and asked softly, “Which one?”

Chen Ping whispered: “The one that looks better.”

The old scholar was so relieved that he clenched his fist to his chest and extended his thumb.

Chen Ping asked the old Mister to wait, went inside and greeted Die Zhang, moved out the chair and stool, and heard Die Zhang said that there was no wine or food in the store, so he asked Ning Yao if he could help buy some, Ning Yao nodded, and go soon A nearby wine shop directly brought food boxes over. In addition to a few wines and dishes, there are glasses and bowls. Chen Ping and the old Mister are already sitting on small benches, using that chair as a wine table, which looks a little funny. Chen Ping got up and wanted She took the food box and opened it by herself, but she stared at Ning Yao. She arranged the dishes, put the wine bowl, put the food box aside, and then said to the old scholar, asking Literary Saint old Mister to drink slowly . The old scholar had already gotten up and stood with Chen Ping, and now he was laughing more and more from ear to ear. The so-called music blossomed, just this.

Ning Yao called Die Zhang to leave the shop and went for a walk together.

The old scholar chuckled, Fiercely took a sip of his drink, shivered, and took a deep breath, “I’m exhausted, I’m finally a Divine Immortal.”

Chen Ping drank slowly, smiling at the old Mister who seemed to have not changed.

The old scholar picked up a chopstick and served the food and drink. Seeing that Chen Ping was not moving, he lifted the chopsticks in his hand and said vaguely: “If you move the chopsticks and move the chopsticks, you can’t drink with optics. If you don’t eat the food and drink, you get bored. At that time, I was poor, and I could only rely on Sage books as a side dish. Cui Chan’s Little Bastard, at first, was very mind-blowing. I mistakenly thought that reading while drinking was really a gentle thing. Later I learned something like this. If I had money in my pocket, I would have filled the wine table with dishes and go to motherfucker Sage.”

Only the person who scolds himself the most fierce can scold the most reasonable words.

Chen Ping picked up a chopsticks dish, chewed slowly, and sipped the wine, very skillfully.

It’s not that there is nothing to say, but that I don’t know how to speak, what I can and cannot say.

The old scholar drank his chopsticks like flying, but Ning Yao bought enough.

Old Mister’s wine bowl was empty, and Chen Ping bent over and reached out to help pour the wine.

After eating the food and drinking the wine, Chen Ping put the bowls and dishes back into the food box, and the old scholar wiped the wine-stained soup on the chair with his sleeve.

As a result, it fell on the door of the shop for an instant.

The old scholar asked, “Why are you here?”

Replied left and right: “Students want to look at Mister more.”

The old scholar pointed to the empty chair, angrily said with a smile: “Your sword technique is the highest, then you sit here?”

Glancing at Chen Ping left and right, Chen Ping had to let go of his small bench, walked around the chair, and walked to the old scholar.

The old scholar could only sit on a chair, and Chen Ping took his seat.

The old scholar asked, “Did you two recognize the senior and junior brothers?”

Left and right said: “I didn’t think so.”

Chen Ping said, “Similarly.”

The old scholar sitting in the chair is of course partial to his own final disciple, so he slapped his short left and right heads with a slap, “How do you become a Senior Brother? It’s just that you have been a teacher to study earlier. You are so blind.” How many years have you played bachelor? Don’t say anything else, just say that in this major event, we, Literary Saint Lineage, now rely on you, Little Junior Brother, to support the scene! With a sword, you can run around. I can help you warm your quilt or serve you tea and water.”

Chen Ping said: “Senior Zou was on the front of the city and planned to teach Junior sword technique. Senior Zou was worried that the Junior realm was too low, so it was more difficult.”

Without any suspense, I slapped again, with a black face left and right, thinking about waiting for Mister to leave the Great Wall of Sword Qi, I was not at all embarrassed.

Chen Ping added: “However, when Senior Zou first met Yao Lao Mister, he still supported Junior.”

The old scholar screamed, turned his head, and casually said: “Then just slapped, it was Mister who made the wrong shot, right and left, you don’t want to explain it, just like that when you were a kid, and you will change it later. You got a wrong shot. Don’t you hate Mister? If you feel wronged in your heart, remember to say it, knowing your mistakes can be corrected, and you are not stingy, and you are not good at it. I used these words to forcibly pull out a basket of profound truths and listen to the Buddha Dao. The Children froze for a while, right?”

Mister is naturally all right.So I didn’t say anything about it, but I decided to teach the kid 2 sword techniques, one is definitely not enough.

Chen Ping suddenly said: “The vice mountain lord of Mountain Cliff Academy has always missed…Mister.”

This is the first time Chen Ping calls Literary Saint Old Mister, simply Mister.

The old scholar forcibly burped alcohol and pricked his ears, pretending to be puzzled: “Who, what? Say it again.”

Rolled the eyes left and right.

Chen Ping said with a smile: “Mao Senior Brother misses Mister very much.”

The old scholar turned around, leaned on the handle of the chair, looked at Chen Ping, laughed and said, “Xiao Dong, I am most willing to use the most stupid way to teach and educate people. He has excellent patience and is the most like me. Just like left and right. When I got up, I couldn’t turn around. I barely tied Mao Xiaodong, stuffed it in a sack, and then lost it to the Academy of Rites. I gave up Old Zhang. I don’t want to face it. I helped him in private. It doesn’t matter, I can’t go, I’m a Mister, nothing can be done.”

The left and right suddenly asked: “Why didn’t you want to admit that Mister was Mister? Now that the realm is higher, you recognize Mister instead?”

Chen Ping replied: “I never read a book back then. Why do I recognize Mister? Is Mister a Literary Saint? Isn’t that the Most Holy Master and Literary Saint appear in front of me? They are willing to accept it. Just admit it? Mister is willing to charge for the discipline. Before learning the discipline, I have to pick a Mister! I have read Three Sects various schools, just like shopping around, and finally decided that Mister really has the best knowledge, so I admit it, even if Mister regrets it. If I don’t recognize it, I myself will work tirelessly to study with a teacher, so I can be considered sincere.”

Frozen for a long time.

I have seen to have no shame, I have never seen to have no shame. Chen Ping you brat, is there a reason shop at home?

3 games!

The old scholar kicked his left and right feet, “What are you doing? Bring the wine.”

Left and right helplessly said: “Mister, I don’t like drinking, not to mention Chen Ping has a lot of him.”

“Left and right, you are a bachelor, owe money and so on, don’t be afraid.”

The old scholar persuaded people with reasoning and persuasively: “Your Little Junior Brother is different. You have your own hilltop and you are going to marry a daughter-in-law again. How expensive is this? You helped Mister manage the money back then. Don’t know how hard it is to support the family? Show up a little Senior Brother’s demeanor, don’t underestimate our this lineage. If you don’t take wine to honor Mister, it’s okay. Go, go to the city’s head and scream, just say This is Chen Ping’s Senior Brother, lest Mister is not here, and your Little Junior Brother bullies others.”

Pretend to be deaf and dumb.

In the past academic career, this was the biggest protest from the left and right to his own Mister.

Chen Ping took out 2 jugs of wine from the nearby objects and handed them to the old scholar.

They are all glutinous rice brews from Dragon Spring’s hometown, and all the Immortal Family drinks are given to the man holding the sword at Upside Down Mountain.

The old scholar handed a pot to the left and right.

Did not refuse either.

Chen Ping took out a pot by himself.

The old scholar smiled and asked, “Which is it?”

The left and right have to say something with as little ambiguity as possible, “It’s okay.”

The old scholar shook his head, and tsk tsk said: “This is what people who don’t know how to drink can say.”

The old scholar turned his head and looked at Chen Ping.

Sure enough, the old scholar did not disappoint.

Chen Ping said with a smile: “Beverages for free, taste the best.”

old scholar laughed heartily.

After laughing for a long time, I found Chen Ping looking at him.

The old scholar coughed a few times and said, “Don’t worry, I will let you Eldest Senior Brother please drink. On the Great Wall of Sword Qi side, as long as you drink, you don’t care if you are yourself, or you call friends and friends, you will be accounted for this name. On your head. Left and right…”

Sighed around, “I got it.”

The old scholar yelled “left and right” again.

The left and right have already said: “Don’t feel wronged.”

This old scholar is satisfied.

Chen Ping drank the wine, always felt that the more so, the more difficult his next life would be.

Unexpectedly, the old scholar has already said understandingly: “You are around Senior Brother, the sword technique can still be used, but if you are not willing to learn, you don’t have to learn it, if you want to learn, if you think you should teach it, just talk to Senior Brother. , Senior Brother will not go too far.”

Left and right said: “You can learn now.”

Chen Ping said immediately: “Don’t worry.”

Lean forward left and right, staring at Chen Ping.

Chen Ping looked towards old scholar.

The old scholar understood, he immediately stretched out his hands to hold his left and right heads, pushed back, and taught: “Let’s click Little Junior Brother.”

Started drinking around.

It is strange that Literary Saint treats the several directing disciplines in the door, and seems to be the least polite to the left and right, but this discipline is always the one who is the most inseparable and accompanied by the Mister.

Even Honorary Disciple like Mao Xiaodong is puzzled by this 100.

It’s just that the Senior Brother of the Left and Right is too withdrawn, and Mao Xiaodong and Ma Zhan are actually too afraid to speak to the Left and Right.

At that time, Cui Chan, who had not yet received masters extinguishing ancestors, was the dazzling Literary Saint leader, eclipsing all academies and gentlemen in Divine Continent, with high knowledge, high cultivation base and advanced chess skills. At the top, they would often be scolded by the left and right. As for whether Cui Chan was unwilling or dare not, Mao Xiaodong was destined to have no chance to know the answer.

As for the knowledge about the left and right, Literary Saint lineage’s direct biography is enough to explain everything.

Unfortunately, it was covered up by his sword technique.

Therefore, the world often mentions the late blooming Sword Immortal, only to say whether the sword technique is very high, extremely high or the highest in the world.

Even many people will forget his Literary Saint disciple identity.

A human force suppresses all the congenital sword embryos in the world, this is the left and right.

But today the people sitting on the small bench at the entrance of the small shop, in the eyes of the old scholar, have always been the tall young man with clear eyes. After he came to the door, he said that he had no money, but he wanted to read Sage books, learn some truth, and owe him I got the money, I recognized Mister, and I will pay it back in the future, but if he reads the book, gets the top pick and so on, and helps Mister attract more disciplines, then he won’t pay it back.

The boy said this remark at the time, very serious.

At that time, a poor scholar who was not too old, had not yet become an old scholar, let alone a Literary Saint, but just published a book, and had a lot of money on hand, so he didn’t feel ashamed to eat wine, so he agreed. Thinking that there is no Junior Brother around Cui Chan, it’s not plausible. What’s more, at the time, the poor Xiucai felt that his greatest wish in his life was to be full of peaches and plums. With Head Disciple, there is a second disciple. Well, it is a good sentence that I figured out by myself. At that time, there was only a man of fame and talent. He didn’t think too much, didn’t think too far, and even felt that the whole world was just out of reach My thoughts are like when I’m in a back alley, drinking a catty and a half a catty to buy the dirty wine at home, thinking about the pots and pots of fine wine sold in those big restaurants,

In the past many years, I can still vaguely remember that there is a youngest daughter of a restaurant shopkeeper, which seems to be beautiful.

Seeing it from afar, such as drinking alcohol, can’t watch it more, it will be intoxicating.

Therefore, a Confucian Great Saint in the later generations exhorted old fogey in a book that wrote old fogey in a memorable manner, too old-fashioned, and altered the original intention a lot, making old scholars very angry. The love between men and women is justified. It can be ruthless, even more how the vegetation can be turned into a charm. People who are not Sage can have no fault. Moreover, Sage will also have faults. It should not be extravagant for ordinary masters to be Sage everywhere. If such knowledge is the only one, it is not to pull Scholar. Close to Sage, but gradually push away. So the old scholar ran to the Confucian Temple to reason, and the other party was also hard-hearted. Anyway, I listened to what you said, but didn’t quarrel with the old scholar, and never said a word.

But it is precisely such a Saint who is very unkind, but at the expense of his own cultivation base, as a price, forcibly propped up the entrance to the Grand Virtue World until the old scholar and the man holding the fairy sword Scholar appeared in front of him together, and the other party finally put down the burden, quietly fell, smiled at the old scholar knowingly, died for a long time, completely the soul flew away and scattered, and there was no afterlife.

Life is suddenly gone.

Look at each other and smile, not against your heart.

After drinking a pot of wine, the old scholar got up and left the chair in no hurry. He hugged the jug with both hands, basking in the sun of another home.

Left and right whispered: “Mister, you can leave, otherwise this world’s Ascension Realm great demon might attack Mister and leave together.”

Chen Ping just got up to talk.

The old scholar raised his hand and pressed it lightly, “Needless to say, Mister knows it. Mister has a lot of words, so I won’t tell you more for now.”

The old scholar leaned back on a chair, relaxed in mind, and muttered to himself: “Sit a little longer. Mister has not been sitting with 2 students at the same time for many years.”

Two students, one left and one right, Mister sits in the center.

By Mister’s side, there was finally no more than left and right.