Chapter 241： Drinking swordsman's wine is good to brag

Wang Yiran looked dignified and his body shape twisted. He refused to be scared to the rest of the women’s family in the otter. The toes stepped on the railing and plunged into the waterhole to salvage the daughter who fell into the water.

The young master of Jianshui Mountain Villa is as usual, and the young scholar who shakes the folding fan swears: "I never thought of being a hidden high man."

The scholar slammed the folding fan and looked at the back-sword teenager who was gradually drifting away from the road. He was definitely a small master of Wufu's four realms! Is it the close disciple of the national sword **** of color clothing? Just because the rivers and lakes are sinister, and the master sword **** is violent in the mountains, I have to pretend to be a foreigner, and travel alone to seek refuge? Otherwise, he really can't think of anyone who can teach such a young martial genius, and even more than Song Fengshan.

Song Fengshan’s wife, the beautiful young woman, couldn’t help but whispered, “Is there anything wrong with coral?”

Song Fengshan quietly rubbed his thumb with the thumb of his forefinger, and laughed and said nothing.

The scholar smiled and explained: "Mrs. Rest assured, Liu girl is not a big problem. The boy used a skillful fist. He only stunned Wang Wang with a fist punching force. It belongs to skin trauma and will not hurt the body and spirit. It was temporarily repossessed, probably as Wang Zhuang said, not wanting to go narrower and narrower.

Sure enough, Wang Yiran picked up her daughter and returned to the otter, and with the help of Wang Yiran, several times acupuncture, the woman has slowly awake, she is not only wretched, her clothes are soaked, the spring is vague, she lost her face, her face and spirit. The woman was struggling, and the woman with the sickle struggled to stand in the leeches, her forehead was red and swollen. She turned her back to the crowd, one hand against the pavilion, one hand covering her mouth, the slender woman dressed in wet eyes, and a pair of eyes smog. Compared with the glamorous on weekdays, there is a bit more pitiful charm.

The girl who is not too big to be busy, stretched her neck, and looked forward to drinking teenagers on the road, and exclaimed: "Wow, it is really a tall man."

The squint of the scholar quickly looked at the woman’s back, the woman who fell like a chicken, the body was exquisite, the scholar’s ​​mouth was tilted up, and the amazing pair of long legs, the youngsters of the girl might not be so tempted, such as his rich experience. The grandson of the giants knows that the taste of this is the most hurting man.

A wave of waves has risen again.

On the rivers and lakes, pay attention to the death of a tyrant, the confidants of the various camps outside the otter, the man with the big bow of the horns, seems to have seen the subtle smirk of the peers, and suddenly angered from the gallbladder, shouted, picked The next craftsman created a rare hard bow made of ten years. From the quiver of the white feathers on the waist, he took out a carved arrow and pulled the bow like a full moon. "The swearing dare to hurt my lady, eat me!"

Suddenly suffered a sudden change, Wang Yiran, the owner of the Hengdao Mountain Villa, has always been known for his calmness. The knife method has the "mountain meteorological" knife master, but also some annoyed, violent out of the voice: "Ma Lu! Can not be a dark arrow hurts people!"

Chen Pingang, who has already walked a hundred steps away, wants to turn around, a slight glimpse, and the corner of his eye glimpses at the high branch of a big tree. Some people stand behind their branches with their hands, the mountain breeze, the old man in black As the branches sway like water waves, they are very graceful. The two quickly looked at each other and the old man nodded his head. Chen Pingan dismissed the idea of ​​the shot, but turned around and re-faced the otter.

The old man of Sabre swayed and disappeared. The next moment he fell on the path, such as a blue smoke and Chen Pingan passing by, raising his arm and extending a finger forward, erected.

A smashed arrow, which was so empty, was so worn by the old man in black with his fingers against the tip of the arrow. The sharp arrow was broken in the air, and the old man’s fingers were safe and sound, and there was no such thing as a slight difference.

The old man extended a finger again, gently holding the arrow that was already at the end of the strong, and left it with a hand, the arrow tip spurred away, nailed a palm of the hand of the bow, the man was bloody, still There was no horns and big bows, and the arms and blood of the arms were sagged, with a single bow, round eyes, and fierce confrontation with the uninvited guest.

The old man in black looks indifferent, "walking the rivers and lakes, life and death conceited! There is no reason for the elders to teach you this? In the country of the waters, what rules are not spoken, just like you are happy, but in my Jianshui Villa, no ""

The young woman stood up and gave a graceful manner to Wanfu, respectfully calling: "The ancestors."

Wang Yiran’s face changed slightly, and he quickly hugged his fist. He bowed his head slightly: “Wang Yiran Wang Hengran, see Song Jiansheng!”

The scholar followed, and took a picture of the girl’s head, indicating that she got up and greeted, and then the scholar made a loud voice: “Han Yuanshan, a younger brother of Xiaozhongshan, has seen the old owner.”

The girl's temperament is lively, there is no market, follow her brother's cuddly, but don't bow, looking straight at the old **** of the rivers and lakes, the childish voice: "Xiaozhongshan Han's son Han Yuanxue, I have seen Laozhuang the Lord."

The old sword Sheng Song Yu burned out, Song Fengshan as the old man grandson, was the last one to stand up, the tone did not have a slight mood fluctuations, slowly said: "Grandpa this time is a little short, grandson thought that only wait until Zhuangzi The side is clean, and without any guests, Grandpa is willing to come back."

The old man looked around and sang a meaningful meaning of "black smoke and suffocation", and accompanied Chen Pingan to turn around and leave, what is the water in the country, the small column of the small mountain Han, the Hengdao Mountain Villa, completely disregard, as if not into his eyes, old The owner's eyelids are not willing to take a ride.

Song Yuzhuo and Chen Pingan walked side by side. Looking back at the talents, they looked a little bit stunned. After walking out of the road, they laughed at themselves: "The family style is so bad that it is not as good as a waterfall, so you can laugh."

Chen Ping did not know how to answer the words, but had to say something that was not painful. "The people in Zhuangzi are actually okay, and no older people have said so much."

Everyone has a difficult experience, and the old man is generous and open-minded. He is not willing to promote the family ugly in front of outsiders. He then shifts the topic: "Why is the punch outside the water tank, why do you temporarily change your mind and use only three or four points?" The future owner of the Hengdao Mountain Villa, the heart of the stubborn, is not a fuel-efficient lamp, you are merciful today, she may not be sympathetic, maybe it will be entangled with you. Now the younger generation of Jianghu Lang, only talk about their own happiness The old man doesn't like it very much, but you are so unhappy, and the old man really can't appreciate it."

Chen Pingan drank his mouth and rubbed his mouth with his back. He smiled and said: "I don't feel happy in my heart. I have to punch a person with a punch. It is too overbearing. Besides, I will soon leave the country, and I want to go to the Hengshang Villa. It’s not easy to find my troubles. The most is to give the woman a few words in the back, I can’t hear it.”

Song Yuzhu turned his head and looked at the sincere young boy. He was both unexpected and reasonable. He smiled and said: "This kind of words, the old man of this age is ok, half-length into the soil. Everything is going on, what else can you do? You are a fifteen-year-old baby, and the old-fashioned autumn is too boring."

Chen Pingan did not refute anything. After a punch, the accumulation of lingering in the heart was much reduced. This is enough.

He remembered something and whispered softly: "The ancient temples claim to be the shackles of the country, and they entered the village with a burly man. The older generation should be careful."

Song Yuhuo laughed and said: "What is this? Adding the Han's noble son in the water, the notoriously combing country, has already been assembled."

Chen Pingan wondered: "The rest of the devil?"

Song Yuzhuo shook his head and smiled. "Do not say anything."

Chen Pingan drank a drink and thought about things.

The old man has a clear heart and candidly meet each other: "I invite you to come here as a guest. There is no calculation. I just hope that such a Zhuangzi, not to be a kind of dog-like mixed goods, this Jianshui Villa After all, it is the place where the old man manages himself. I don’t want to be **** everywhere. It’s disgusting to see the old man walking here. If you are a guest at home, the old man will be pleasing to the eye.”

Chen Pingan can't smile, the old man is too straightforward.

Chen Pingan did not know that Song Yu burned on the rivers and lakes. In addition to the increasingly loud Jurchen title, there was also the nickname "Tielu" given by his peers. It was said that Song Yu burned and laughed, in the family is so This is especially true for rivers and lakes outside the home. If Song Fengshan does not follow the character of Song Yu, it is really a small sword fairy, but the old generation of Song Yu burned the body, the old-fashioned rot, the hands and feet, the pursuit of the ultimate martial arts Song Fengshan disdain.

Song Yu-burning, an old man of ancient age, has seen too many rivers and lakes and people's sinister anger, and he has become more and more determined. The truth is just to say to the reasonable person, otherwise the waist will be rusty. The old iron sword is the truth of his Song Yu burning. Song Yuzhuo likes to travel to the rivers and lakes with one person and one sword. In recent years, I have seen many up-and-coming talents. The talent is really good, but Wude is really unscrupulous, but the same is mixed with the wind and water, admiring their characters. More like the river, Song Yu burned not quite understand, 30 years, or 50 years later, the rivers and lakes will be handed over to these people, then there is hope?

It’s just that Song Yu’s swordsmanship is high, and it’s just one person. The old people of the same generation have gone one by one. With the old rules of the old sayings that the younger generations don’t like to listen to, they are buried in the mud. Now they are even older and friends. The old swords of the country of color clothes are dead, and Song Yuzhuo is somewhat unattractive.

I feel that today's rivers and lakes, broth and water, have no taste of wine.

A little old and a little leisurely, there was nothing to do, Song Yuzhuo suddenly said: "The waterfalls are the eyes of the gangsters, you can't see your fists and highs, but the old man can see clearly, so talk a little, your current state of mind Some problems, the three borders of the four borders, is the first door of my generation of martial arts, the more solid you play, once the heart is broken, the more likely it is to leak, the sound of a big snowy mountain collapse, but The mudslides above the hills are terrible thousands of times. Little baby, you have to pay attention now!"

Chen Pingan suddenly realized that he had reached out and wiped his forehead sweat. After a moment of contemplation, he turned his head and said: "Thank you for the old predecessors."

Song Yu burned a little and thought about some words that seemed to be off topic. "Before you received the boxing, you are a kind person, but it is not beautiful for your broken situation. According to the general number of rivers and lakes, if you are A fist is all out, and the woman is seriously injured or even killed. After that, she will provoke the public to anger. If there is a **** battle, it may be an opportunity for you to break the border. It is the so-called chance of the gods on the mountain."

Chen Pingan smiled and did not regret it. He said a very old-fashioned suspicion. "It doesn't matter, it's mine, it can't run, it shouldn't be mine, can't catch it."

In fact, Song Yuzhuo has been carefully examining the changes in the juvenile look. His eyes are calm and his eyes are clear, and the old man nodded secretly.

The virginity that the young boy and his grandson Song Fengshan believe in is different. Although it is not good to say who is right or wrong for the time being, who can go faster and farther, but Song Yuburn personally feels that the foreigner who has traveled with his back-sword but is a sword-stricken person has to be more appetizing. In the matter of educating the children and grandchildren, Shuxiangmen is indeed more capable than Jianghumen. For this, Song Yu burned his heart and convinced him. In his early years, he was immersed in kendo. For the cultivation of the family door wind, the lights were dark, or it was impossible to start, but at most It’s just a word of snoring. Now, looking back, the old man has only regretted it.

The old man does not actually feel that he is better than Wang Yiran of Hengdao Mountain Villa.

The rituals of the world, the law out of the sect.

Etiquette rules, the true children of the family have been stunned since childhood. The fairy tales, the fairy tales on the mountain have been passed down from ancient times.

Song Yu was deeply touched by this. He once traveled to Nanzhao and had contacts with the celebrities there. Even if they had different personalities, they could indeed have their own styles, even if they were only the readers who had no power to bind their chickens. People are self-defeating.

On the roadside between the waterfall and Jianshui Mountain Villa, there is a beautiful and beautiful pavilion, hanging on the plaque of “mountain water”. The couplet is “stone white, water clear”, simple and chic.

Song Yuzhuan obviously has a special liking for this pavilion. He took Chen Ping’s seat on the bench in the pavilion, sitting oppositely, the old man’s cross sword was on the knee, the young boy’s back sword was behind, and one was praised as a sword by the rivers and lakes. One has no confidence in the sword now.

The vision is wide and the mountains are as far away as the mountains.

The mountain is refreshing and refreshing.

Song Yuzhuo sat quietly here, and did not deliberately greet the younger brothers, just thinking about the matter.

Sun Zi Song Fengshan is not ambitious about the rivers and lakes, more or the grandmother is pushing the waves, blowing the pillow wind all day long, making the grandson think that it is just a small matter, it is necessary to be the martial arts lord, but also black and white Eat, and even put your hand on the temple, otherwise, with the nature of Song Fengshan, where would I care about the princess of the Coming River, she would be soft and soft if she didn’t have a sword.

It is only in the past ten years that the theory of combing the country is four years old. It is not widely spread on the rivers and lakes. Generally, only the masters of the rivers and lakes in the position of Wang Yiran are heard. The head of the person is the burly man who came to the door with the devil head "嬷嬷". There is a silver plaque of the fairy tales. In the country of the Shushui, a martial art school was created. The second one is in the ancient temple. The demon woman, after that is the younger brother of Xiaozhongshan Han, who is not exposed in the water, is born in the famous door, but he practiced the magical method, and controlled many of the high-ranking countries.

The people at the bottom of the four squats are far away in front of the sky, and they are the grandsons of Song Yu.

During Song Yu’s long trip, she “unintentionally” met Song Fengshan. The two of them followed Song Yu’s sinter as a couple, and told the world that when Song Yu burned back to the mountain, the wood had already become a boat. The most helpless thing was the ghosts. Song Fengshan, frankly knows his wife's devil's identity. At that time, Song Yu burned out the sword. A sword cut off the original sword of the great-grandson, and another sword hole wore the woman's abdomen. Song Fengshan was desperate to go with his grandfather. Desperately, Song Yu burned in anger, a sword will pick up the gluten of this unscrupulous descendant, completely cut off his martial arts future, save the world after the disaster, but the woman is so blocked in front of Song Fengshan, let the old man a sword Throughout the heart, although there was no life on the spot, it really broke the Changsheng Bridge. From then on, it became a sick jar that could not stand the cold.

These shit's homes broke the door, Song Yu burned Xiaozhi's emotions, no matter what, and finally there were a few swords, but still could not make clear the truth, became a foolish account .

Song Yu burned and sighed.

The landscape pavilion, the mountains and the waters, are beautiful scenery, but the world is like a storm, not a wish.

Chen Pingan suddenly asked: "Song seniors, can I practice punching at the waterfall?"

Song Yu burned nothing, and promised casually: "What is wrong, I will let go of it, from the landscape pavilion to the waterfall, it is already a forbidden place in Jianshui Villa, and the cross-border will die."

Chen Pingan scratched his head and was a bit too sloppy. "When I watched no one at night, I went to practice the boxing. I didn't have to ban the road during the day, otherwise it was too inhuman."

Song Yuzhuo shook his head and laughed: "You are too unhappy with Xiaowaer. The old man has drawn a place without a **** on his own site. Do you need to tell the truth to outsiders?"

Chen Pingan had to say: "If the villa needs me to help, the old predecessors only give a command."

The old man took a fear of the iron sword on his knees. He didn't have a good air: "The old man's sword is different from the two you carry."

Chen Ping's look is stunned, picking up the sword and gourd, just drinking, not talking.

The old man held back his smile and took the sword up and said: "Just practice boxing, I want to be able to stay in Zhuangzi when I can. Right, the taste of your drink is not good to drink, go back to the old man to give you a place to send a few The altar flower carving old man, buried a good wine for twenty years, that is the wine! You drink this stuff, it is better than the water, the key is that you still like no one, no one, no one, If you have nothing to do, you have to drink two. The old man is awkward for you."

The old man's toes are a little bit, the figure is swaying, and in a moment it appears on the high branches of the distant forest. After several fluttering rabbits fall down, they disappear.

Chen Pingan sat alone in the landscape pavilion.

Two times met the predecessor of the rivers and lakes, Chen Pingan did not come back to think of the city's grandfather in the color-dressing country Ruzhi County, although one is a pure Wufu who enjoys the reputation of the rivers and lakes, one is the civil servant who enjoys the incense, oh right, and then In addition, I received the temperament of the apprentices. I always feel that the three of them are a bit like, but wherever they are, Chen Pingan can’t say it anymore. Anyway, Chen Ping’s dealing with them will make him feel the wine in his gourd. I really can't buy the cheapest kind of soil.

Haha, it doesn't matter, can you not drink the best wine in Jianshui Villa soon? !

The key is not to spend money on Chen Ping!

Therefore, when Chen Ping left the Shanshui Pavilion and returned to his residence, he was in a good mood.

When I arrived at the yard, Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng saw Chen Ping, who was full of joy, and looked at each other. What happened? Looking at the waterfall is still so useful?

Chen Pinghai sat happily at the stone table and smiled: "I have to go to the waterfall to practice boxing at night. Who would you like to accompany me?"

The big man smirked and said: "Did you steal the beauty from the waterfall and take a bath? If you can have this beauty, count me!"

Zhang Shanfeng blinked, "The poor road can help you look at the wind."

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Where, I am still in conflict with the people on the other side of the waterfall. I shot a fight. It seems to be a person from the Hengdao Mountain Villa. Fortunately, the old Songs of the Song Dynasty have helped me to stop a man." The arrow, or I estimate that I have to fight a lot, when you both may be pulled down by me..."

Dahan Hanzi said: "Chen Pingan, still pull the water, I am a big man, can you still covet? I see Zhang Shanfeng still has a bit of beauty, I will help him go to the town to buy a set of women's clothes. Then, let him swim around the waterfall, maybe he will help you as a red-lined old man, and make a beautiful marriage..."

Chen Pingzheng was drinking and almost squirted out.

Zhang Shanfeng looked nausea and quickly got up and walked away from the two. He said with resentment: "The rabbit doesn't eat the grass, you are good, even your own brothers have not let go, this is too much."

Chen Pingan silently changed a stone bench, farther away from Xu Yuanxia.

The big man touched the hustle and bustle. "Oh, for the brothers, the two ribs are inserted, and it is impossible to change the clothes of a woman. This brother is not enough to be righteous!"

Zhang Shanfeng with both hands clenched his fists for mercy, and went backwards. "The poor road goes to the house to study the classics. You can talk to you slowly."

Xu Yuanxia smiled heartily.

Chen Pinghui will smile.

Occasionally, there is an old manager of the surname Chu, who brought the wine to the four altars, and let go, the old man is more and more loyal to Chen.

In fact, Zhang Shanfeng does not like to drink alcohol. Chen Ping will be half-pointed with Xu Yuanxia, ​​one person and two altars. Xu Yuanxia hesitated, smiled and shook his head. "I am enough for one altar, Chen Pingan, you take the three altars."

Chen Pingan has some doubts.

Xu Yuanxia looked around and didn't notice the difference. He pointed to the vermilion hip flask at Chen's waist and whispered softly: "When I can't see the clues, I haven't gone white for most of my life. However, I was embarrassed to open it before, just like Zhang Shanfeng claiming to be like Zhangshan. Who is going to sway the rivers and lakes, and there is still a secret? You are either a legendary fairy-shaped square or a more precious sword-bearing gourd. wrong?"

The big man squinted his fingers and pointed his eyes. "It’s long ago."

Chen Pingan did not deny, whispered: "For so long, I can't hold you both."

Xu Yuanxia said with a white eye: "Fat, this is awkward and unworthy. If you are not careful about the rivers and lakes, you will really be sorry for your friends."

Speaking of this, the big man looks lonely, opens a long-awaited wine in the village, and puts in his own ordinary jug. After filling it, he shook. "This is not a guest, I have suffered too much. ""

Xu Yuanxia is drinking a lot of mouthfuls, and there are still a lot of wines in the jars anyway.

Chen Pingan looked at the man's mood and was dull. He didn't say anything. He accompanied Xu Yuanxia to drink together, but he drank slowly, and the man drank the cow.

Xu Yuanxia drank a pot of wine in one go, and the beard was covered with wine, and with a touch of it, he smiled and said: "When you have the same drink in your jug, will it taste different?"

Chen Pingan laughed and threw it at the big man. "Take it yourself."

Xu Yuanxia raised his sword and raised his sword. He poured a big mouth on his head and returned it to Chen Pingan. He said, "I want to drink a little!"

Chen Pingle said: "Let you have a fart! The wine that I am now in this wine gourd is still the cheapest from the town, can I compare it to the 20-year-old Huadiao?"

Xu Yuanxia was a little drunk, full of red light, stood up and swayed, went to his house, planned to take a big sleep, turned his head and grinned: "The wine of the future big sword fairy, can not drink? Good!"

Xu Yuanxia turned his head, stepped his feet, shook his head and shook his head, and said to himself: "In the future, I can breathe a lifetime with Xu Yuanxia!"