No matter how much anger and anger Zhou Fei is, once she is immersed in her own world, it will slowly calm down. As long as she is not deeply hated, she usually comes and goes quickly.
The Snowbreaker is worthy of being the "Grandmaster's knife". Before the moon has risen, she has educated her yellow-haired girl, who has never been six years old, into a sensible adult.
The "sensible adult" stood up and walked two steps in the room. After a moment of self-reflection, he felt that Xie Yun's temper was very funny, but he would actually be honest with him, which is also to make the miscellaneous noodles full. of.
Zhou Fei took a look and saw that there were still a few sparse customers downstairs, but the shop assistant was already yawning.
The couple who sang and told the story sat lonely in the field, the woman's voice was hoarse, the blind man fiddled with the slightly damp strings, and the sound of the piano reverberated in the empty lobby, with a poignant tone.
Xie Yun didn't know where to get a small oil lamp, put it in his hand, and looked at the old pen and paper on the table. After writing for a while, he would be distracted for a while, and occasionally he would take a wine bowl to sip the turbid wine. One sip, the green shirt is Xiaoxiao, looking a little down.
Zhou Fei walked over lightly and saw that he was writing a new lyric to the intermittent sound of the singing couple, she sat next to her and watched with her chin propped up. The front part was held down by the paperweight, and Zhou Fei could only see one sentence: "...and see the old stone by the bridge is covered in frost, and it's far from people to return."
Xie Yun paused, glanced at her, and lowered her eyelashes indifferently.
Zhou Fei turned over an empty bowl by herself, poured a small bowl of rice wine from Xie Yun's small wine jug, drank it after a few sips, smashed it, and felt that the wine was too weak to taste - she was not big Accidentally, Xie Yun seemed to be casual and casual, but in fact he had his own rules.
Zhou Fei stretched out two fingers and clamped Xie Yun's pen.
The old old pen was parked in the air, the ink on the tip of the pen was a little thick, and a drop fell suddenly. However, Zhou Fei's hand was faster, and she instantly handed the empty wine bowl up, and Dangdang caught the perfectly round ink dot in one go.
Xie Yun: "…"
Zhou Fei knew how wrong she was talking about, so she smiled at him flatteringly.
Most of the time, she has the love and ignorance that belongs to the lone ranger on her face. However, because she is a young and beautiful girl, she occasionally sells her cuteness, but she doesn't seem blunt, and she can't lose her temper at a glance. .
Zhou Fei asked, "What are you writing?"
Xie Yun was a little depressed about his lack of prospects, and pulled back the pen, and ignored her angrily: "I'm afraid of death."
Seeing him speak, Zhou Fei hurriedly got off the donkey and said, "Brother Xie, I was wrong."
Xie Yun glanced at her.
Zhou Fei secretly lucked out, thinking that when Li Sheng lost a competition with her when she was a child, she would always go back and cry by herself, and the next day it was as if nothing happened. She thought so in her heart, and there was a bit of "you are so troublesome" complaining on her face, and after a long while, she stammered and said, "Well, when I was in Hengshan, I said something wrong, but I didn't think that way. ."
But there is absolutely nothing wrong.
Xie Yun put the pen aside and sighed, "I can see with my nose that you are not sincere."
What do you still want
The moment Zhou Fei was educated by the Snowbreaker, there was a tendency to resurge.
Fortunately, Xie Yun didn't "take an inch", stared at her for a while, and he said with a sullen face: "Girl, after you are famous, you can't always catch a gentle, honest and weak scholar like me and bully me."
Zhou Fei heard that he started to talk shamelessly again, and knew that Xie Yun had calmed down, and she was relieved immediately, her eyes narrowed, and she patted her face lightly: "Isn't it true, I'm really useless, Typing for you—what are you writing?"
"A new play." Xie Yun said, the small flame of the oil lamp next to him flickered, and his eyes seemed to have a faint streamer, "Tell a story about a deserter."
Zhou Fei didn't quite understand what the fun of listening to a play was. She could understand a few stanzas occasionally when she read it. As for the singing, she didn't understand it at all. No matter how well written the lyrics were, when it came to those who sang it, the same thing was. The slender and long "Awwahah" didn't even know what it was calling.
It's okay to talk about heroes, but also talk about "deserters". Zhou Fei scratched the corner of the wooden table with the soles of her shoes and asked, "What do you have to say about deserters?"
Xie Yun quickly wrote a few lines without raising his head, and replied casually: "What is there to talk about as a hero? If a person becomes a world-famous hero, there must be a part of him that is no longer a hero. Everyone is blindfolded, and they praise him with a half-knowledge, but no one understands him, isn't he lonely? Besides, everyone knows how to praise him, and the words used have been the same since ancient times. It’s boring to write it over and over, and after dinner, it’s better to talk about the story of greed for life and fear of death.”
Zhou Fei: "...Are you still mocking me?"
Xie Yun laughed sullenly, and Zhou Fei kicked him under the table.
"Hey, you can kick me, don't overturn the table." Xie Yun carefully protected his pile of messy manuscripts.
Zhou Fei grabbed a piece of paper, glanced at it, and stammered, "The Yanque is back..."
Xie Yun: "Hey, it's coming and going, your eyes will jump on your own, right?"
"Oh - come back to Dizi Township, a thousand hooks and a hundred corridors... Xiaoyao Niang, she said that she has an ancient blade in her mind... Uh, no, Wangu Dao, who cares for Balijiu... Zhangtai?"
After Zhou Fei read two lines, she was snatched back by Xie Yun. Xie Yun rolled the piece of paper into a ball and threw it into the empty cup: "Auntie, forgive me, I feel like I have to rewrite it as soon as you read it."
Zhou Fei didn't have the talent to sway the wind and make the moon, and she didn't care, and asked, "Are you saying that this deserter who is greedy for life and fear of death has an eternal sword in his heart?"
"When he didn't run away, he felt that he was a hero who stood up to the sky, and he would definitely be able to return home in fine clothes and marry the girl he loves beautifully. It turned out that the court did not need him to stand up to the sky, nor to stand up for him, nor to treat him as a human being. He was just a living bait to lure the enemy into the depths, and the mission was completed when he died, so he fled, but unfortunately, he fled back to his hometown without seeing his girl."
Zhou Fei asked, "Why?"
Xie Yun rolled his eyes, stared at her for a while, and said with a half-smile, "Because that girl is a water-weed spirit, she has already swam away on a carp."
After he finished speaking, he felt a little regret, because it seemed a bit abrupt. It's a pity that Zhou Fei didn't hear it. There was pure surprise on her face, and she sincerely commented: "What's the mess?"
Xie Yun couldn't say whether he was disappointed or fortunate. He sighed silently, looked back, and said lazily: "Then don't worry about it, we can sell for money anyway. If we want to go to the middle of Shu, we have to walk along the boundary of the Southern Dynasty. , Detour from Hengyang, thousands of miles, it can't be done in half an hour - do you know how the hidden stakes in Guizhai are connected?"
Zhou Fei had no idea.
Xie Yun raised his eyebrows and said, "Look, we don't even have a place where we can beat the autumn wind. I have to think about it while walking. It's not black and white, it's money. Let me tell you, what I will do is to make money. The business of buying and selling, learn a little bit, in life, clothing and eating are the top priorities, what's the use of just being able to dance a knife and get a gun?"
Zhou Fei didn't know about Chai Migui when she was not at home. Hearing this "Guidance of Living", she was very surprised: "You still worry about this? Are you not a prince, don't you have a salary?"
Xie Yun smiled and said, "You still know what a salary is."
Zhou Fei kicked again, Xie Yun seemed to have expected this, and quickly shrugged away, shaking his head and said, "The honor of the king, the loyalty to the king, after eating my uncle's meal, I still It has to be sent by him, and obediently return to Jinling to be the mascot."
Zhou Fei asked, "Why don't you go home?"
What she said was not "going back", not "going to Jinling", but "going home", which is a warm and subtle word, because in Zhou Fei's mind, there is always such a place in the world, it may not be very comfortable , How prosperous, but it is the end of all detention.
Xie Yun was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly: "Go home? Jinling is not my home, my home is in the old capital."
As dull as Zhou Fei, he felt that his smile contained a lot of other things, but before she could think about it, Xie Yun bluntly avoided the topic and asked, "Why do you want to go home? "
When Zhou Fei mentioned this, she felt a little ashamed, but the truth is the truth, she said truthfully: "I'm not good at home, so I have to go back to practice."
Xie Yun's expression suddenly became very strange.
Zhou Fei: "What?"
Xie Yun dipped a little wine, drew a hill on the table, drew a line near the top of the mountain, and said, "If you say that experts are divided into nine categories, then you block Zheng Luosheng in a small narrow road and kill him. The person who cut his hand through, can still retreat completely... Although it is a little bit of the advantage that the opponent underestimates the enemy, but you don't even have a weapon in your hand, and you can do this step, which proves that you are now Your skill is enough to be ranked second-rate. It's just that you, the 'second-rate', are extremely unlucky, you haven't met all the gangsters in the world, and the ones you've met are all terrifying bigwigs, and you look a little embarrassed."
Zhou Fei didn't take it seriously after listening to this compliment, and thought with some disapproval, "You are a scholar who writes small songs, you can sing well, why are you still twisting."
Xie Yun turned his brush upside down again, and the slightly cracked barrel swiped again on the wine stain, and said, "But you don't have to be complacent, this way is like climbing a mountain. Experts, such as some famous seniors... For example, they are about Qimen's Taoist priest, Huojiabao's castle master, etc. Above the first-class, top-notch experts are rare, no matter how famous they are, but as long as they say it, North and South Martial arts must be like thunder."
Zhou Fei heard this, because this is not a martial arts technical evaluation, but an anecdote. In this regard, none of the people she knows can be right with Xie Yun, so she asked: "The top masters are like Someone like the Big Dipper and the Four Saints?"
Xie Yun let out a "uh", raised his eyebrows and said, "Mu Xiaoqiao counts, Zheng Luosheng doesn't count, Shen Tianshu counts, Qiu Tianji is probably not enough - although Zheng Luosheng ranks first among the Four Sages, it is because he has a group of capable people. He is a jerk who can kill, and has deep scheming and endless tricks. This kind of person is very dangerous and can kill you if you are not careful, but if you want to say that he is a top expert, I am afraid not to mention others, the other three of the Four Sages To be scorned."
Zhou Fei heard it unconsciously.
Xie Yun added: "Above the top masters are the master-level figures. Do you know what the difference between the two is?"
Zhou Fei asked, "What?"
Seeing her leaning forward slightly, Xie Yun couldn't help but stir up in his heart, and deliberately poured himself a bowl of wine, until Zhou Fei's hands started to itch, he said slowly: " The difference between the two is that there are top masters in every generation, but there are not necessarily master-level characters."
"The pair of senior brothers and sisters in Ku Rong's hands are both good and evil, and the two are divided into a secret school, which is slightly different. Bei Dao Guan Feng returned early, leaving an apprentice who has not yet become famous, has fallen, and is a little worse. The first floor. However, Shanchuan Jian is the uncrowned respect of martial arts, and Nandao established a school and complemented the unique skills. These two people are truly masters of a generation. Twenty years ago, the Central Plains martial arts talents were born in large numbers, and it was the peak time. , how many unique skills have reappeared in the world, and how many anecdotes are still talked about today—"
Zhou Fei shuddered with goosebumps when he said a few words.
The pen in Xie Yun's hand suddenly swiped on the table, and the half-dried hill was painted into a ball by him, and his voice changed abruptly: "But this era of bright stars is too short-lived, a gust of wind is over, Shanchuanjian and Nandao died one after another, Kurong's hand disappeared, and the northern sword was sealed. Even if there are descendants like Lingtang, they are also burdened by the complicated affairs of the turbulent Forty-eight Villages. These years have not made much progress, and I will take a step forward in the future. , I'm afraid it won't be easy. Shen Tianshu attacked Huojiabao viciously, and it was obvious that he wanted to swallow the world's miracles, but it was also because he wanted to go to the next level - it's a pity that he was able to come up with such bad ideas and dirty tricks, I think he should pull it down."
He let go of his hand and let the cracked old pen fall on the table with a "pop".
Zhou Fei's heart jumped.
Xie Yun said in a low voice: "The thief moved to the country, and Jinling disintegrated. The mountains collapsed, and the fate of perilous and perilous, the Spring and Autumn iterations, must have the sorrow of passing away (Note) ... Do you think it is God's will or man-made?"
At this moment, the blind man's piano sound stopped for a moment, and Xie Yun's voice also stopped. He turned his eyes, as if he had walked out of the ancient and modern inventory he had just checked, and took out a little change from his arms. Hand it to Zhou Fei and said, "I think those two are going to close the stall, give them a ride for me."
Zhou Fei finally came back to her senses, and wondered, "Aren't you still writing ditty songs by yourself? How do you go, where do you go, where do you fight for righteousness and wealth?"
Xie Yun waved his hand and said: "The things outside the body, the expedient measures, cannot be ignored, but they are not that important. It is not as precious as the fate of meeting in the world. Take it."
Zhou Fei was immediately confused by the sour tone, and realized that Mr. Xie was indeed a competent writer of ditty stories. She grabbed the change, poured another cup of tea, and brought it to the hoarse singer, saying: : "Sister, take a break."
The singer got up and thanked her, took the money she handed over cautiously, and whispered, "Since the girl has given the reward, let's order a song."
Zhou Fei didn't expect that the money would not be finished, and she was worried.
Not to mention the tunes, she hadn't even heard a few folk songs. The disfigured singer had a sad face, and she sang miserably. It really wasn't a good pastime in the middle of the night. She was trying to figure out how to keep her from being noticed. Not wanting to hear it, Xie Yun also took the pen and ink and walked over, interjected: "The child can't hear anything to blame, and the lady doesn't have to waste her voice with her, tell a lively story to coax her to go to bed early. Got it."
Zhou Fei: "..."
She realized that she seemed to have offended Xie Yun again at some point, because this sentence still sounded like irony.
Seeing them being so polite, the singer was a little flattered, and after thinking for a while, she pressed her throat softly and said, "If that's the case, let me talk to you two about a current event, hearsay, it's not necessarily true, Bo Zhujun smiled - recently. Come on, I heard that at the junction of North and South, there are indeed several major events, and there is an incredible person."
Zhou Fei and the others came from the north-south border. After listening to this beginning, she felt very immersed in it, and immediately became interested. She picked up a bowl of rice wine, drank it slowly, and listened carefully.
"It is said that this person is a heroine, who lives in seclusion in the mountains and has acquired magical powers in the world. When he shows up, he is very extraordinary."
While listening, Zhou Fei thought: "Woman, it's amazing, she's still near the north-south border... Isn't she talking about Duan Jiuniang?"
Although the singing girl's voice was soft, it was very fascinating, and she continued: "...As soon as she left the border, she encountered the Big Dipper seven dogs attacking Huojiabao and besieging Huarong City. Relying on his own strength, he defeated Beidou, killed Lu Cunxing, rushed out of a bloody road, unscathed, and floated away, and then traveled thousands of miles alone to Hengshan, where the inn struggled. Underfoot, everyone praised - you know who she is after?"
Zhou Fei choked a mouthful of rice wine into her trachea and coughed to the death.
The singer thought that Zhou Fei was too fascinated by the story, so she smiled and said, "It is said that after this female hero is Nan Dao, twenty years later, the Snow Breaker has reappeared in the arena."