On the day Yan Xing met Wei Jingfeng, it had been raining for half a month in Lueyang City. Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad.
The entire flower street was immersed in the dense mist, and it was not yet night, there were no lanterns and red silk, only a few girls with umbrellas walked through the alley from time to time, holding skirts in one hand, carefully bypassing the water on the bluestone slab, The figure is light, and the skirt corners fly in the wind and rain.
The Spring Sleeve Building has not yet been lit, but is illuminated by the large wooden windows and the brazier in the hall. The drinkers have all the three religions and nine styles, often seven or eight friends and companions, forming a table, with local dialects mixed together, laughter and scolding resounding in the lobby.
The young boy by the window, dressed in white with a sword, sitting at a table alone will only make people feel elegant.
As for the boy in the corner with the old clothes and the knife on his back, although he was dressed as a ranger, he looked more like a gangster in the market because of his childish face. Sitting alone in such a situation seemed lonely and desolate.
As if he didn't realize it, he asked for a jar of the cheapest Xifenglie, accompanied by a plate of peanuts soaked in vinegar, and he drank it with relish.
Suddenly, a clear female voice sounded, breaking the hustle and bustle, "Guest officer, you have not paid for the wine yet."
Everyone looked at the sound, and saw that the beautiful little girl behind the counter stood up with round almond eyes.
And the six or seven big men who had already reached the door also stopped, burst into laughter, and turned around cursing.
There were people drinking and chatting in the hall, and there were also businessmen who often ran business in the area of Panlongling. The nervous look infected the other unidentified drinkers.
The big men with full faces were obviously very satisfied with their deterrent power and the current silence. They walked to the counter, and someone kicked a table halfway. The energy shot out, and the wooden table shattered into pieces.
Like some kind of conventional signal, the drinkers threw away their glasses and rushed out the door in a panic.
The lobby was empty in an instant.
The big man at the head has already walked to the counter, with a stern smile on his face, "You are ignorant, you don't care, but the brothers probably won't agree, what do you think?"
Another burst of laughter, accompanied by all kinds of foul language.
The thin little girl did not speak, as if she was frightened.
Seeing that the counter is about to be split open by a machete, a tragedy will happen, but today is destined to be different.
"What if you pay for drinking, where did it come from?"
It turned out to be the little gangster sitting alone, standing in front of the counter.
His presence was so low that no one noticed when he came over.
The bandits in Panlongling have seen the world, and have practiced shallow body-building exercises, and at a glance, they can tell if the other party is tough. If it is a practitioner, the breath and coercion are different from ordinary people.
At this time, there is no fear and spat, "Where's the bastard, get out."
Yan Xing didn't roll, but turned sideways to avoid the fist that opened on the face, and was about to reach out and draw the knife.
Before he touched the handle of the knife, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing behind him, and a Harrier turned over and jumped onto the wine table, with the knife in the scabbard as a stick, and a backhand hit the opponent's heart.
The man collided with the bandit's fist again, and received a solid punch. Swallows jumped up and down, fishes were generally fighting among them, and the wine jars and cups were all used by him like spears and arrows.
He used his strength to fight, his movements were flexible, and he seemed to be extremely unrestrained, but unfortunately he was outnumbered. A kick in the heart.
"This son of a bitch! You call me grandpa, and I'll spare your life today..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Xing spat out a mouthful of blood.
The bandits in the mountains were aroused by their fiery nature, and they were ruthless, and they didn't need a knife.
Miss Luhua took out a sword from the hidden compartment of the counter, rolled up her sleeves and was about to use it.
"Zheng-"
With the sound of breaking wind, the bandit leader fell straight back. A wooden chopstick was firmly nailed into his Dazhui point.
Looking closely, the forgotten young man in white had put down the wine bowl and held the remaining chopsticks in his hand.
Yan Xing reluctantly opened his eyes, he couldn't see the man's face in the blood, and only heard the sentence, "The Desolate Sword."
He thought to himself, what the hell.
The mountain bandits swarmed up, with machetes and tigers.
The young man didn't lift his eyelids, and took another chopstick from the chopstick holder, "I want to live in poverty."
Yan Xing tried all his strength and still couldn't stand up. He knelt on the ground with a knife and vomited blood. Is it time to read poetry? !
"The yellow leaves are still windy and rainy, and the brothel has its own orchestra."
The wind and rain outside the window blew in, and the young boy Shi Shiran stood up, his sleeves full of wind.
After reading these two sentences, the mountain bandit just rushed in front of him, and he rolled up his sleeves and hit someone.
There is no gentleness in reading poetry at all, the fierce style of punching to the flesh.
Pain and begging resounded through the Spring Sleeve Tower.
Wei Jingfeng didn't use True Yuan and Sword Qi, and only relying on physical strength, he overthrew this group of rabble, and let them lie on the ground to take in more air and out less.
Troubled but happy.
Then he glanced at the kneeling gangster and stretched out his hand to pull him up.
Yan Xing didn't know what was going on, but the man actually pulled him, and a breath of calm and Mo Yu poured in along the pulse gate, and the whole body was no longer in pain.
Miss Luhua served them a jar of wine, and then took the iron lock to clean up the mess.
Yan Xing still didn't come back to his senses, just now he even felt that he was about to die.
Seeing him like this, Wei Jingfeng, as an elder, couldn't help but tell him some truths about life, "That little girl has entered the threshold of cultivation early, and it is more than enough to deal with a few three religions. It's just that there are guests in the building. She just waited to scare away the spectators, so she could close the door and teach them a lesson. You are busy with your own business, you don't think about it, you don't have any skills or backing, how dare you open a store in this street? "
After speaking, for the first time, he gave birth to the illusion that he was really a good person.
Unexpectedly, Yan Xing didn't regret it, and just asked, "It's my business whether I do anything or not. What does it matter to me if she has any skills or backing?"
Jiansheng was happy, thinking that this kid is a little interesting. It's really rare to be foolish and follow your heart regardless of the consequences.
He acted rashly at will, and he blurted out with a flash, "I'll accept you as my apprentice."
"Why?"
The swordsman poured himself a bowl of wine, "There is a saying, 'Small injustice in the chest can be eliminated by alcohol, and the great injustice in the world cannot be eliminated without a sword.', follow me, learn some skills, and see injustice in the future. Go up and die."
Yan Xing looked at the delicate dagger on the other side's waist and grinned, "The sword is a gentleman of a hundred soldiers, but unfortunately there are more hypocrites than true gentlemen in this world. I don't want to practice swords, nor do I want to be a gentleman, I want to learn a sword and be a hero. ."
"Who said that you have to be a gentleman to use a sword? A sword is a sword, it's just a utensil. The apprentice of this old man, you can learn whatever you want."
Yan Xing thought to himself, I can see that you are very talented and not a mortal person, but I haven't agreed yet, how can I become your apprentice
Also, you are at most about the same age as me, so how can you become an 'old man'
He also poured himself a bowl, "After talking for so long, I still don't know what your Excellency is called?"
If it weren't for the fact that the other party had similar temperaments with him and had a pleasant chat, he would not bother to ask.
"Wei Jingfeng."
Yan Xing almost knelt down, once suspecting that he heard it wrong, "What?"
The young man slapped the dagger on the table with a 'smack', "Some people call me Sword Saint."
*****
Yan Xing always felt that his life was good.
When he was a teenager, he worshipped the Sword Saint and he really worshipped the master, although the master was completely different from the legend. After entering the Dao, he did many things that others saw as courting death, but he failed. Even under Lin Yuangui's Shuoyue sword, he could fight for his life.
But until many years later, he was still puzzled: Master is clearly not a scholar, why did he cite scriptures and recite poems on the day he met him
How did he know that that day was when Mr. Zhangyuan calculated the exact location of the double star in the world, and the Sword Saint came back from the school, quarreled with Mr. Zhangyuan, and listened to a belly of poetry, full of depression and nowhere to resolve.
I happened to see him when I was drinking to relieve my worries.
I also saw the shadow of myself when I was young, passionate, stupid, and lonely.
Yan Xing said that it is my business whether I do anything or not. Does she have any ability or backing has nothing to do with me
Wei Jingfeng thought it was my business to choose what I did, and what was the matter with me in the arrangement of Heaven
That's how it should be.
The karma in the world is unclear, Yan Xing thought it was the Juggernaut who saved his life, but he did not know that he had also helped the Juggernaut.
Many years have passed and it has been raining again, and they are still drinking and watching the girl in the Chunxiu Tower. The gangster in the market has become an unruly hero, and the young man in white still looks like a teenager.
After Yin Biyue was intoxicated, Wei Jingfeng talked a lot with Yan Xing.
Speaking of the Meteorite Abyss, the Sword Tomb, and the Star Trail of the Number of Lives.
At first, he scolded him by patting the table, "It's really worrying, just like you, nine lives are not enough to die."
In the end, he said, "But you must not change it..."
When Yin Biyue sobered up, Wei Jingfeng got up and left without nostalgia.
Yan Xing was drunk for half a month.
Fortunately, Wei Jingfeng came back after a lifetime of death, and all his words became his daily teaching, not a last word.
Yanxing can bring up the old things without shadows,
"Hey, my master said that like me, nine lives are not enough to die."
Song Tang was stunned, "The Sword Saint is right."
Yan Xing turned to look at him with a smile in his eyes, "Is that right? In fact, there is a sentence behind it, 'After the old man is gone, find someone to treat you.' Is this right?"
"That's right." Having said that, Song Tang hurriedly said goodbye, "I haven't finished reading today's official document, so I'm sorry, fellow Daoist Yan."
He jumped down from the tree and walked towards the Qinglu main hall. There was a low laugh from the man behind him.
The night was hazy, and the shadows of the trees swirled.
Even if any disciple stumbles upon a serious head and a drunkard sitting in a tree chatting, he will feel that he is dazzled.
The matter of going to Qinglu Mountain at night is really familiar.
Yan Xing himself didn't know what happened.
*****
The third disciple of the Sword Saint Sect is a recognized prodigal son.
When the young man became famous, he pulled out the knife and broke the water and was unrestrained and unrestrained.
But those who have seen him know that he is neither affectionate nor promiscuous. Even sometimes, there are some incomprehensible sluggishness.
What a shame.
So when people heard that Yan Xing was frivolous with Song Shaomen, his leg was broken. Isn't the first reaction true? I don't believe it, but... Finally, this day has come!
Watching the fun is not too big of a problem, and running to tell each other, I am happier than breaking through in retreat.
Later, Yan Xing got drunk and boldly said 'people are sweeter'. It made this matter even more fueled, and the passers-by knew it.
The Qinglu Sword Sect advocates ascetic cultivation, and is more serious than self-discipline.
Song Tang chased and fled with him like this, and ran most of the southern land.
At that time, Yan Xing felt that he was particularly wronged, and it was all a matter of drinking and misleading rumors. He's not an apprentice at all.
When the misunderstanding was resolved, the two sides sat down and talked, fought side by side when the demon army attacked, and after the war, after a long talk, he finally realized clearly that he was indeed a hooligan.
Whenever I see Song Tang, I want to be confused.
The irrefutable facts are in front of us, no matter how strong the wine is.
For this reason, he did not see Song Tang for a while. When you are irritable, you will find the senior brother to play a game, and the fourth junior brother to play a game. Travel down the mountain and find something new and interesting to do.
After a period of time, I came to my senses and found that it was not possible at all. Sooner or later, I would become a mental block on the road, so I went to see it if I really wanted to see it, and followed my heart.
I didn't move my hands or feet, just thinking about it, not particularly muddy. Yan Xing thought so.
Duan Chongxuan saw a clue, and laughed at him for being cowardly.
The days went on like this. Years go by in a hurry.
Until Yan Xing wandered the Central Continent and met Chen Yi at the foot of Lianjian Mountain. This is not the first time they have met, but it is different from the previous encounter, nodding.
Chen Yi said that his practice has reached a bottleneck. Since he is a practitioner of the Dao of the Sword, he is willing to make an appointment with you for a battle.
Yan Xing readily agreed.