The setting sun dyed the clouds, and the entire sky was covered with golden red.
Therefore, it is reasonable to say that scholars and poets have longed for the land beyond the Great Wall since ancient times. Who wouldn't want to recite a few lines of poetry when seeing this sky, this land, this flying sand, and this setting sun
Zhu Yanyin was also fascinated by this vast and lofty yet worldly city. He stood by the road, intending to turn the sudden surge of heroic spirit in his chest into a poem that will be passed down through the ages.
Three blocks away, the man from the martial arts world who was about to go out for dinner suddenly disappeared in a flash as if he had seen a ghost. Occasionally, there were two or three brave ones who just smiled from afar: "Li li li li... Palace Master Li."
Li Sui walked alone on the long street, his sword and expression were as cold as frost, his black clothes were wrapped in sand and wind, and spread out backwards to form a pair of huge black crow wings. At first glance, he was no different from the Shura who was taking lives in the underworld.
As a result, even the brave ones were gone. After all, no one wanted to be idle and be looked at twice by the Palace Master of Wanren Palace.
Li Sui had always looked down on this bunch of idiots. Seeing them all avoiding him, he became even more annoyed, so he changed his mind and just "passed by" the residence of the martial arts leader without going in. He had planned to go around the west of the city and return to Wanren Palace, but when he passed by Xiangsi Street, he heard a crisp voice behind him: "Brother, please stay!"
Palace Master Li didn't think that this was calling him.
Then the other party described in detail: "The tall man in black clothes and carrying a long sword in front, please stay!"
"… "
Zhu Yanyin trotted over to catch up, her white gauze dress looked like snow and a blooming white lotus, so artificial and impure.
Zhu Xiaosui followed him and wanted to cry, why is there another man with a sword hanging on his head? Just now I saw the young master brewing for a long time, and I thought he was going to write a good poem that could rival "The Envoy to the Frontier", and I was waiting excitedly, but who knew that he would say "Brother, please stay" as soon as he opened his mouth.
Li Sui looked at the person in front of him whose face was covered with veil... He was not a fool, but he was more like a fool than anything else.
Zhu Yanyin fixed his eyes on his sword, and asked sincerely and fondly, "Excuse me, brother, where did you buy this sword?"
"In the grave."
"… "
Zhu Yanyin's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and he thought in surprise, is this a weapon passed down from ancient times
When Zhu Xiaosui heard the word "in the grave", she was disgusted and felt it was unlucky. Then she looked at the man in black, who looked fierce, as if he was going to kill someone if they didn't agree with him, so she dragged her son away. Zhu Yanyin was dragged and staggered, but he still turned his head to look at the sword affectionately, his eyes were full of twists and turns.
Since Li Sui entered the martial arts world, this was the first time he had seen someone who was not afraid of him, so he immediately thought that the other party was so bold and unique, and different from other coquettish and slutty girls? No, how could it be possible? The reason why the great palace master Li did not draw his sword on the spot was entirely because the other party did not know what he was wearing. When he ran, he was wearing a huge white tuft, and the gauze covered his head and face. It was really stupid beyond belief.
Zhu Xiaosui dragged Zhu Yanyin and walked three streets in one breath before letting go.
The wind stopped for the first time. Zhu Yanyin pulled down the veil on her face and took a few deep breaths. "Why are you running so fast?"
"Young Master, don't talk to people in the martial arts world easily in the future." Zhu Xiaosui helped him fix his hair, "To avoid trouble."
"It's just asking about his sword, what kind of trouble can it be?" Zhu Yanyin looked at a restaurant in front of him, "Come on, I'll take you to have a good meal."
Li Sui had already left the city, and the atmosphere in the restaurant returned to its former bustle. Everyone gathered together, as if whispering something, but when they saw Zhu Yanyin, they all fell silent.
The waiter smiled and led the master and servant to the best seat: "Young Master, what would you like to eat?"
Zhu Yanyin was so happy to be called that he thought that since I was a "young hero", I should have some Shaodaozi to drink. Fortunately, Zhu Xiaosui next to him was still rational and knew that his son had many problems with food, so he carefully instructed: "I want a plate of pepper and vinegar fish, not too sour, a plate of five-flavor steamed chicken, choose tender chicken, a plate of mutton crystal dumplings, no onions in the stuffing, a plate of seasonal tender spring vegetables, soup with three fresh ingredients, rice cooked with wild rice, and green bean chess cakes for dessert, not too sweet, and not too dry."
"Yes, yes." The waiter remembered that he was sweating profusely. The guests at the surrounding tables were also thinking, as expected of someone who is on good terms with the Palace Master of Wanren Palace, he could even make eating in so many different ways.
As for where the rumor of "friendship" came from, it was of course because an incense stick of time ago, this unknown young man in white actually stood in the middle of the long street and chatted intimately with Palace Master Li of Wanren Palace for most of the day, and even tried to pull out the Xiangjun Sword. He didn't die, so isn't that friendship
So everyone's eyes became more cautious, and they ate while stealing glances.
Zhu Yanyin turned sideways and asked the book boy in a low voice: "Do you feel that everyone is looking at me?"
"I think so." Zhu Xiaosui replied, "But it's understandable that they want to see you, Master."
"Why?"
“Because they have never seen the world.”
Zhu Xiaosui's words were convincing, and he felt that this was the truth. These people in the martial arts world only know how to wield swords and guns and fight and kill. Where have they ever seen a truly noble and distinguished son of a noble family? Not to mention our Jiangnan Zhu family, an old house that has been immersed in the fragrance of books for a hundred years, and the koi in the pond can swim out of Li Sao. It must be that my second son is unlucky. He hit his head and had to come to this smoky martial arts conference. Otherwise, how could these people watch it in vain
Zhu Yanyin: Is this true or not
There are many people in this world who curry favor with the powerful. Li Sui's status in the martial arts world is obvious, so naturally many sects are eager to make friends with him, but they really dare not. So some people have started to think about it and want to start with this young man in white who looks easy to talk to, and try to build some relationship with him in a roundabout way.
Zhu Yanyin was carefully picking out the fish bones.
"Speaking of the most righteous person in today's martial arts world, it must be Wanren Palace Master Li Sui!" Someone suddenly shouted in the hall. The voice was so loud that it startled the unsuspecting Second Young Master Zhu, and he instinctively turned his head to look.
When the guests at other tables saw this, they knew that the opportunity to curry favor was right in front of them, so how could they miss it? So they followed suit and praised loudly. Without words, they just made up a story, turning a demon king that everyone feared into a gentle, honest, and upright knight who cared about the world. If Zhu Xiaosui hadn't thought it was too noisy and had taken her son away, the story would probably have gone as far as "Palace Master Li repaired the Great Wall with his bare hands in the cold winter to save the people of the world." It doesn't matter if it's reasonable or not, what matters is that the love is touching.
Zhu Yanyin was walking on the street and asked in confusion, "Why does that Palace Master Li seem to be different from what Brother Ming Chuan said?"
"Who knows." Zhu Xiaosui muttered softly. Anyway, people in the martial arts world don't have good brains.
…
Wanren Palace.
Li Sui had just returned to the main hall when his subordinates came to report: "The man who stopped the Palace Master on Xiangsi Street just now has been found to be the son of the Zhu family in Jiangnan. He is from a scholarly family and has nothing to do with the Demon Cult or even the martial arts world. This time he followed the young master of the Mingjian Sect to Jincheng to ask Mr. Jiang for a consultation. It is said that he accidentally broke his head a while ago."
Li Sui frowned when he heard this. He originally thought that the other party was trying to pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger, but he never expected that it was a real pig.
He casually broke off a lotus, threw it aside, and waved his hand impatiently.
"Go down."
Later, Jiang Shenglin also heard about this incident. He knew Li Sui's temper well, so he became somewhat interested in the scholar who was about to draw the Xiangjun Sword. He sent the medicine boy to inform Zhao Mingchuan to see the patient tomorrow.
It gets dark late in the northwest, so Zhu Yanyin stayed in the inn for a long time. There was still a hint of cloud in the sky.
"My dear brother!" Zhao Mingchuan pushed open the door with a thump, his expression filled with joy. "Divine Doctor Jiang has arrived in Jincheng, and he has arranged for us to meet tomorrow."
Without waiting for Zhu Yanyin to interrupt, he stepped forward and held his hand tightly, continuing with a beaming expression, "There are already hundreds of people lining up to see the miracle doctor, but he only picked you, my dear brother, so I am also honored by this."
Zhu Yanyin hurriedly declined: "But I have no friendship with the miracle doctor, so I'm afraid I still have to rely on Brother Mingchuan's face."
"How can I have such a big face?" Zhao Mingchuan waved his hands repeatedly, "Even the leader of the alliance has been scheduled for the day after tomorrow."
Really? Zhu Yanyin was puzzled, and even after sending Zhao Mingchuan away, he still didn't understand why he was ranked first. Zhu Xiaosui thought it was natural, just like what they said in the restaurant, where have the rough men in the world seen a fairy like my son, who is a picture when she turns around or lowers her eyes, so they all have to stretch their necks to line up.
Zhu Yanyin pinched his baby face and said, "Before I lost my memory, were you also praising me with your eyes closed like this?"
"How am I exaggerating?" Zhu Xiaosui said in a dignified manner, "It's the truth."
At this moment, the news had already spread outside that when the miracle doctor Jiang Shenglin arrived in Jincheng, he did not want to see the leader of the martial arts world or the heads of various sects, but only asked to see Zhu Yanyin.
"Why?"
"It's probably because of Palace Master Li."
The encounter between the two in the afternoon was brought up again, and spread from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, and the story became more and more outrageous, with different versions, from "Second Master Zhu and Palace Master Li had a very pleasant conversation on the long street" to "Palace Master Li drew out the Xiangjun Sword on the spot and performed eighteen moves for Second Master Zhu."
As for why she danced for him, it was of course because they had a close relationship.
Where did this deep friendship come from? The story begins on a rainy night eighteen years ago.
Zhu Yanyin slept soundly with the sound of wind outside the window, so he was temporarily unaware that under the dim lights and in the mouths of those wanderers who were having long conversations around the table, he was no longer his father's biological son, but had become a child picked up from the river. The wealthy families in Jiangnan were full of intrigue and scheming, and "Except for the two stone lions, I'm afraid even the cats and dogs in your Zhu Mansion are not clean."
Mr. Zhu’s reputation was damaged: I’m so angry.
The story of Palace Master Li is even more bizarre, because in addition to his equally bitter and vengeful past, he can also turn into a girl on a full moon night. This is how it happened: Palace Master Li drew out the Xiangjun Sword and performed eighteen moves for the Second Young Master Zhu. Palace Master Li performed eighteen moves, Palace Master Li eighteen, Palace Master Li danced, the eighteen-year-old Palace Master Li danced, the Jinghong Huxuan Green Waist Colorful Skirt Feathered Dance.
It's already a colorful dress, and it's not appropriate for many women to wear it, so you have to change it occasionally.
It’s really amazing, you can’t deny it.