The weather was not so good that day, the sky was overshadowed by dark clouds. It looks like it's going to rain, but it's like God's dystocia, and it won't rain. Makes people very irritable.
From north to south, on a road leading to Chengyang. The avenue is wide enough to accommodate three carriages in parallel, and Chengyang is a large county with prosperous commerce, so there are mostly travelers, and caravans walk on the road.
Among this group of people, there are two people who are very eye-catching. One is an old man with white hair. He wears a bamboo hat and wears a sword at his waist.
The businessmen who came and went were well-informed, and seeing the old man's demeanor, they knew that this was a swordsman, so they took a few more glances. Standing beside the old man was a young man, about sixteen years old, very handsome, with a tall and straight figure, also wearing single clothes, with a sword on his waist.
It's just that the boy's sword is on the right side, and the hilt is facing left, which shows that the boy is a left-handed swordsman.
The old man is naturally Zhu Fei, and the young man is Zhu Pijiang, Zhu Fei's grandson.
That day, Chen Guhong was level with the water, and the bamboo flying intersected. The bamboo flying seemed a bit redundant, unable to highlight his temperament. But in fact, Zhu Fei is not a passerby in the rivers and lakes. First of all, he was born in a family of swordsmen for generations in Chen County, Liangzhou.
The Zhu family's family-inherited swordsmanship, if you listen to the bamboo sound in the mountains, if you are strong enough, you may not be able to compete with the Xiyue swordsmanship.
It is precisely because of the profession of swordsman that arrogance plays a decisive role in the strength of one's strength. And Zhu Fei was born with a weak spirit, so his reputation is not very prominent in the world today.
Zhu Fei's sons are basically incompetent, but his grandson, Zhu Pijiang, is a heroic top talent and a talent for practicing swords.
He practiced swordsmanship at the age of three, was able to defeat his parents at the age of ten, and was already a well-known genius in Liangzhou at the age of fifteen. Fifteen years old inspires arrogance, even Shui Ping gave a thumbs up for his arrogance.
It can be said that the future of the Zhu family is concentrated on Zhu Pijiang. thus. Zhu Fei looked at Zhu Pijiang with a very pampering and loving gaze.
What is directly proportional to Zhu Pijiang's strength is that Zhu Pijiang is very proud, as proud as a little rooster with a red crown on his head.
And now Zhu Bijiang is in a very bad mood, very very bad, almost like a volcano erupting. Especially when he looked at the top of his head, if it was going to rain or not, he would feel even worse.
Finally, Zhu Bijiang couldn't help but asked Zhu Fei: "Grandpa, you told me to go south. I walked seven hundred miles without saying a word, and I don't know how many more miles to go. What is your purpose?" "
Zhu Bijiang was very proud, but he was very patient with his family and elders, so he couldn't help expressing his doubts after walking seven hundred miles.
Zhu Fei smiled slightly, turned his head to the south and said, "The destination is coming soon, which is Chengyang County not far away."
"Chengyang County?" Zhu Bijiang frowned and thought for a while, then said: "There are no decent people there. There are no aristocratic families around, why are you taking me there?"
"Meet someone." Zhu Fei smiled, with a solemn look on his face.
"Who?" Zhu Pijiang frowned, the person who was so respected by the old man must not be a small person. But in Chengyang County, in his memory, there are really no amazing and talented people.
"Could it be someone who lives in seclusion?" Zhu Bijiang thought to himself.
"He is a scholar. When I saw him, he was just a child. According to his talent, he should be a scholar now." Zhu Fei laughed. He stroked his snow-white beard, revealing a look of nostalgia.
Thinking back to the days when the three of them made friends, it was a joy to drink freely.
"It's a pity that Mr. Zhongping is gone." Zhu Fei's eyes flashed with sadness. But then cover up.
"Scholar's husband?" Zhu Pijiang was taken aback, his brows were deeply furrowed and he said, "Grandpa, since when did you have contacts with scholars? And you are only a scholar."
Just like swordsmen are divided into masters and third-rate in the eyes of others, this scholar is also ranked in the third and sixth ranks in the eyes of martial artists. The show is second to last.
However, Zhu Pijiang is so heroic that he can rank among the first in the world, so he looks down on the so-called scholars.
"I not only associate with him, but also call him brother and brother." Zhu Fei laughed.
Zhu Bijiang said disdainfully after hearing the words: "Grandpa, you are really bored, what's the point of associating with scholars? You are not strong in the Jianghu, but the family that supports our Zhu family has a great career, and it is considered to be highly respected. It is not as good as many people." Make some young swordsmen and get some foreign aid for our Zhu family. It won’t be like the current Shui family.”
Speaking of this, Zhu Pijiang suddenly stopped talking, because he remembered that his grandfather had an inseparable relationship with Na Shuiping. Hearing Zhu Bijiang mentioning the Shui family, the grief deep in Zhu Fei's eyes became more intense, and at the same time there was a sense of worry.
But Zhu Fei didn't talk too much about this topic, instead he said: "This scholar is a master of sword."
"Scholars use swords?" Zhu Pijiang was very funny when he heard it, and felt that he couldn't imagine that scene. A scholar who is frail and weak in reading, is afraid that he will not be able to walk steadily when he lifts an iron sword that weighs several catties
He is still a master of swords, isn't grandpa just confused
"Don't act like this. When you see him, you have to call your uncle a few times and be a good nephew, so that you can ask him to teach you some sword skills."
Zhu Fei knew Zhu Pijiang's temperament very well, he knew what he was thinking when he saw his expression, so he scolded him.
Zhu Bijiang sneered, and said without saving face: "Listening to Zhuyin in the mountains of my Zhujia is a top-notch assassination sword technique, fierce and weird. In addition, I use the sword in my left hand, and the sword is even more weird and tricky. Even if the water regenerates normally, You can also be my opponent, but you can't teach me swordsmanship."
While speaking, he held his head high and held his chest high, extremely proud.
In the arena, being proud is not a bad thing, being competitive is even better. Don't you see that at a young age, Shuiping is already the number one in Jiangzuo, famous all over the world.
But if you are too proud, the problem is big.
And although the left-handed sword is sharp and weird, but no one in the Zhu family uses the left hand. Whether Zhu Pijiang's swordsmanship is smooth or not, and whether there are any mistakes, are also worries hidden in Zhu Fei's heart.
"When I come to Chengyang this time, I ask Gu Hong to give my surly grandson good advice. By the way, sharpen his wild character." Zhu Fei didn't argue, but thought to himself.
He is very confident in Chen Guhong's strength. At that time, Chen Guhong just watched Shuiping perform the Moon Attacking Sword Technique once, and he knew it well. He still vividly recalled that amazing scene even now, and talked about it with fondness.
"After making arrangements for the only grandson I care about, I can go to Shui's house without worries." Zhu Fei thought to himself, amidst the grief, there was also a sense of determination.
Even though he knew that his going would be bad or bad, but no one could block his way.