When Chen Guhong walked to the river, the sun was shining brightly above his head, the river in front of him was wide and wide, the surrounding reeds were green, and the wind blows the reeds, as if there were ghosts and gods hiding in it, with a wonderful aura.
And the waiter beside you is delicate and tender, who follows every step, isn't it beautiful
"My lord, my lord, I'm a little tired." Walking along the river, looking at the scenery. Yuanyuan was carrying a package full of dry food and miscellaneous items, crystal beads of sweat appeared on her white forehead, her small mouth was slightly opened, and she exhaled like blue.
Seeing that Chen Guhong's face was not red, he was not panting, his expression was normal, but his feet were dusty, it seemed that he still had strength left. Yuanyuan admired him very much, and thought to himself, "Young Master is really not like a scholar who reads and writes poems, but like a pawn who walks in mountains and rivers."
Chen Guhong turned his head to look at the little servant, only then did he realize that his physique was extraordinary. Feeling apologetic, he said, "Let's find a place to rest."
"OK."
Yuanyuan tried her best to nod her head, very happy. After walking for a while, I came across a ferry. The ferry was very small, with wooden columns and several idle fishing boats floating around. On the ferry, an old man was sitting on a small bench, wearing a bamboo hat and gray clothes, holding a fishing rod and holding a fishing rod at his feet. With a bamboo basket, he is focusing on fishing.
"Just rest here." Chen Guhong smiled, turned his head and said to Yuanyuan.
"Oh yes." Yuanyuan cheered, immediately put down the package, and began to rest. Chen Guhong scanned the surrounding environment, came to the old man's side, came to the old man's side curiously, and asked: "How is the old man's harvest?"
"It's good!" The old man glanced at Chen Guhong, seeing that although Chen Guhong was dressed in simple and elegant clothes, but he was accompanied by a beautiful servant girl, he wondered which family it was. Then he asked, "Master, come for an outing?"
"Yeah, I came here to have a look at the river when I was bored, and enjoy the river breeze." Chen Guhong nodded and smiled.
"Hahaha." The old man laughed loudly, then nodded in approval and said, "My lord really understands people."
"Why did the old man say that?" Chen Guhong asked a little curiously, he felt that this old man was not like ordinary fishing old men, but seemed to have the demeanor of a hermit.
"One look at the young master and you know that the young master is a scholar. Although a scholar has a golden house and a beautiful face in the book. He seeks wealth and fame, but he also loses a lot of excitement. Traveling thousands of miles, seeing all kinds of things in the world, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the world, isn't it Happy? The county examination is approaching, and all the students are busy seeking fame, but the young master is walking alone by the river, don't you understand?"
The old man said with a smile, his high spirits and temperament are different from ordinary people.
"My old man thinks highly of me." Chen Guhong smiled and cupped his hands, and then said: "I just hang around all day long because I am confident that I can write essays and pass the county examination. If I am not confident, I still have to read books all day long." , how can there be such a lofty artistic conception.”
The old man was surprised, how can there be such a confident person. But seeing Chen Guhong's brows and eyes glowing brightly, his demeanor is self-contained. But he also believed it, and said in admiration: "Young master is really talented."
"Don't dare." Chen Guhong bowed.
This old man is not like an ordinary person, and the conversation is very smooth. After chatting for a while, Chen Guhong became curious and asked: "Listening to the old man's words, he doesn't seem like an ordinary person. Although he is fishing, it doesn't seem like he is fishing. I don't know what's the matter sitting here alone?"
"The old man is waiting for someone." The old man said.
"Waiting for someone?!" Chen Guhong was surprised, looked up at the river ahead, and then at the surrounding environment. This old man has a good temperament, the person waiting for him must not be an ordinary fisherman.
But ordinary travelers must disembark at the big ferry, but this is a small ferry, only for fishing boats, so who are you waiting for
"That's right, just like the young master, he is not an ordinary person." The old man smiled and said.
"Oh?" Chen Guhong showed interest, he was used to seeing the vulgarity of the world, Shi Miaomiao, the qin fairy, and Liang Sheng, a talented scholar, are just vulgar fans.
Although Chen Yuan, Wang Song and others are good, they are not extraordinary.
For people who are not ordinary, he is very moved.
Seeing the old man comparing others with his son, the little servant beside him was not convinced, wrinkled his nose, and said: "Do you know that my son is Chen Guhong, who is famous for Huangshan Poetry Association, Mr. Ziyu?"
"Have you heard of the song Begonia?"
Immediately, Yuan Yuan looked up in admiration, and murmured in a low voice: "The east wind is curling up in the sky, and the fragrant mist is empty and the moon is covering the corridor. I'm afraid that the flowers will fall asleep late at night, so I burn high candles to illuminate the red makeup."
"What a beautiful artistic conception, what a beautiful poem."
Yuanyuan looked intoxicated.
"It's Mr. Chen?" The old man stood up in awe, bowed his hands, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"Don't dare to do it." Chen Guhong hastily bowed in return.
"That Peach Blossom Temple song is really free and easy. I admire it. It turned out to be the young master. No wonder the county exam is approaching, so he came here for an outing by the river."
The old man said in admiration.
"So this old man likes the free and easy songs of Peach Blossom Temple, not Haitang's talent. It's really weird. But since he likes the son's articles, let's forget it." Yuanyuan felt a little bit annoyed, but after thinking about it, she forgave him.
"It's just a moment of anger, and it's just to despise the powerful with poetry." Chen Guhong smiled and shook his head.
"My lord, you don't have to be humble. Waiting for idlers, you don't dare to offend the Wu family." The old man smiled, admiring him even more.
"That old man, do you still dare to say that that man is comparable to the young master?" Seeing this, Yuanyuan was complacent, with her hands on her hips, like a proud little peacock.
"Yuanyuan." Chen Guhong scolded. The old man smiled, but he didn't care, and said with a smile: "This man is as proud as a young master."
"Hmph." Yuanyuan ignored her young master's dissatisfaction, and snorted coldly, feeling very upset.
"Who is this person?" Chen Guhong was annoyed and amused by Yuanyuan's defense in his heart, but he became more and more curious in his heart. At this moment, the singing sounded.
"I have the Kunwu sword, I wish to court my master.
When the white rainbow is cut, the jade is cut, and the purple air is dry at night.
The hibiscus on the neck moves, and the frost and snow in the box are bright.
Relying on the sky to serve the country, and painting the land to take the hero's name. "
The song is heroic, and the voice is also rough. Accompanied by the river wind and facing the waves, it is like a world-class hero coming by the wind, with an unstoppable momentum. Immediately, a small boat came slowly.
The flat boat is smaller than a fishing boat, and behind the flat boat there is a rough cloth fisherman shaking the oars, and the waves are rolling. The fisher girl is snow-white, but her short blouse cannot hide her beauty.
A man stood in front of the boat.
This man was thirty-one or twelve years old, eight feet long, majestic in appearance, his eyes seemed to be radiant, showing sharp sharpness, although he was dressed in coarse cloth, he did not look vulgar. With a smile on his face and a heroic spirit, and an ancient sword with a black sheath on his back, he looks like a swordsman coming on the wind.
The flat boat is nothing more than a small boat, very inconspicuous. But because of this person, he came alive, and there was a fierce spirit that showed his sharpness and dominated the world.
"Who is this person?" Chen Guhong couldn't help asking after seeing it.
"This is Jiangzuo swordsman, even in the water."
The old man turned his head and said solemnly.
The Hongjiang River is large and long, running through the entire Sky Fortune Kingdom. When people stand in Jiangbei, the left side is called Jiangzuo, and Jiangzuo is also called Jiangdong. It is rumored in the world that there are many swordsmen in Jiangzuo, who are fierce and heroic people.
Although Chen Guhong had heard of it, it was the first time he had seen it. Although I saw it for the first time, I knew that Jiang Zuo had many swordsmen and his reputation was well-deserved.