"He has never seen it more thoroughly than others, but he doesn''t want to say it. Even if he guesses the result, he won''t blame anyone. In fact, the younger martial brother has never felt aggrieved," Chen Diao temple said softly. He turned to Zhu Cijing and said, "it''s different from you."


    Zhu Cijing has been very presumptuous since he was a child. His father, who could have reached the top of Kendo and looked at all the mountains, just stands on the top of the mountain in another way. In fact, Zhu Cijing is much better than Ling Yun at this stage, because many people are with him.


    "I''ve seen it through, too." Zhu Cijing said with a smile.


    He suddenly asked: "but how did he know you would be Ling Yun''s elder martial brother? Is he as powerful as your husband says


    Chen Diao Temple didn''t answer Zhu Cijing''s question. Instead, he put the book aside and closed his eyes. He couldn''t talk with Zhu Cijing, an out of tune bastard. He suddenly missed the time he spent with Fang Chao for the rest of his life. This guy around him didn''t treat himself as an outsider except for hooking up with demon women all the time, Even more romantic than in Kyushu, Chen Diao Temple thought of several stories and shivered.


    For example, in his novels, there is a fat guy who can play tricks, a heavy tasting snake who can sleep when he gets older, and a caterpillar who can sleep when he practices. Chen Diao Temple glances at Zhu Cijing. This guy has such a heavy taste. He suddenly sneers. Well, when Zhu Cijing and Zhu dajianxian become famous, they will be known all over the world, If I don''t give you good publicity, I won''t be Chen.


    Zhu Cijing''s back was chilly when Chen Diao Temple saw him. He quickly changed his words and said, "he is clearly not a sword practitioner. Why is the sword so sharp and powerful? Why is the sword so powerful and invincible?"


    Chen Diao Temple stressed: "it''s Jian Xiu."


    "If you don''t have a flying sword, it''s a hammer sword repair?" Zhu Cijing said.


    Chen Diao Temple rolled a white eye, "I don''t need my own flying sword. If I can repair those swords that claim to be gifted, I won''t cry for my father and mother?"


    "He can do it, too?"


    When Chen Diao Temple talked about it, there was a flash of brilliance in his eyes. Only when he practiced sword did he know that it was hard to practice it. His younger martial brother could fight, scold and damage himself. Others couldn''t do it, and neither could Zhu Cijing. "If you''re successful in practicing sword, why don''t you try it?"


    Chen Diao temple has said so. Zhu Cijing doesn''t do it even if he is killed. When this guy says such things, he is either ready to go to the underworld to pit you, or he has a good idea. There is no third one, but no matter which one he suffers from, "forget it, how long do you plan to stay in the colorful kingdom?"


    "At least we should carry out the policy here, and find out the real reason why they pursue Ziqing. Maybe it''s a sharp knife that pierces into the heart of the demon clan in the future," Chen Diao temple said with a sneer, pulling his finger. "You have to practice your sword well. In the near future, we may have to fight back from the wilderness."


    "And surprise everyone?"


    Chen Diao Temple gave a hum and said with a smile, "you will quietly develop obscene, and then amaze everyone."


    Zhu Cijing Pooh, "development" of course, he knew it from Chen Diao temple, but he didn''t like it very much. He didn''t think it was polite enough. "I should have become a Sword Fairy quietly, and then amaze people all over the world."


    "Don''t be shameless..."


    "When should I have a face?"


    “……”


    ……


    At the top of Mount Tai, one of the five mountains in Kyushu, there was a poor scholar with a rickety figure. He had no choice but to scratch his hair. Beside him stood a god of gold armor, whose face was not very good-looking


    "It''s domineering here." The old scholar said with a smile.


    The Jinjia deity no longer said anything. The old scholar coughed twice. He straightened his back slightly, and said faintly: "the poor scholar in Kyushu wants the civil and military luck for his disciples."


    He didn''t sound very loud, at least to the Jinjia God, like a mosquito or a fly.


    But in that sky, it was just like five thunderbolts, shaking the ears. After a word was called out, the old scholar seemed to have a little courage. He turned to the Jinjia God and said, "how about being domineering?"


    The old scholar rolled up his sleeve, as if he was really going to fight. "I don''t even put a fart. Are you so timid?"


    With a wave of his hand, the old scholar scattered the clouds, and a long river of time and space emerged from the sky. He remembered his two little disciples, one of whom said, "I can''t do it, but you can''t do it."


    The old scholar felt that this sentence was very appropriate. He tidied up his clothes and muttered: "it''s really good temper to be a scholar. Who can''t fight, can''t it?"


    "I don''t want it, but you can''t give it," the old scholar called out. He thought it was a little less meaningful, so he added, "I''ve come to ask for it. You must give it."


    He nodded with satisfaction, and then flew into the clouds. There were a few thunder like noises in the sky. Finally, the old scholar, wearing a Confucian temple, came out with satisfaction. He said to the extremely tall Jinjia spirit with pride, "see? As soon as I get out of the horse, it''s not easy. You don''t know that those tortoise bastards who used to have nose in the sky are very polite when they see me. I''m afraid I''ll slap them and call you down. It''s embarrassing. "


    The Jinjia spirit is silent. The old guy, no, the little guy, er... The little old guy is the most shameless. If you listen to him, this kind of thing has to drop eight or nine points to be credible.


    The old scholar sat down on the ground, pulled off the Confucian crown, quickly turned his arms, wrapped up the big sleeve, and said in a very dissatisfied voice: "shouldn''t you return the stolen things? Can there be anyone more reasonable than me? "


    "Really lost?" The Jinjia spirit asked uncertainly.


    "The old man likes me best. How can I lose?" The old scholar said with a smile, "just thinking about my little apprentice, I''m not angry for him."


    There is no reason for you immortals sitting high in the clouds to bully a child who can''t even really practice sword. If you want to be reasonable, even if the Taoist Buddha comes by himself, it''s not false.


    But I''m really not good at fighting. Fortunately, I''ve got all the things back. What gave them to my other disciple? What about my disciple?


    Chen Diao Temple got it. He should have it. My little apprentice should have it. Don''t you return it?


    If you don''t succeed today, you''ll go to the old man. The old man is very fond of himself and must agree.


    The Jinjia God picks his eyebrows. He is really clear about his civil and martial spirit. But when will those false gods in the sky be able to snatch civil and martial spirit from the world?


    The old scholar hit it, hit it in the mouth, "have you got any wine?"


    "No


    "At least you are the great mountain god of the Middle Earth. No one gives you gifts on New Year''s day?"


    "No!"


    "That''s a bad job for you," the old scholar sneered, and then took out a jar of wine. "I didn''t see that boy from my little apprentice, and I didn''t teach him knowledge for a few days. But the boy is filial and knows how to send wine to his husband. The advantage is that the old boy is blind and sends Lingyun to me for study, otherwise the wine will be dusty."


    Jinjia didn''t bother to talk to him. Anyway, he was the only one in the world. He was very powerful. After several drinks, he whispered, "how can you be a gentleman who doesn''t love his disciples? It''s good to go to the wild world; After all these hardships, my resentment returned to resentment, and I didn''t take refuge in the wild world. What a good thing it is. What''s the matter with the civil and military spirit? I''ll give you so much. I don''t think it''s enough. I''ll dig it. "


    The old scholar suddenly said with a smile, "do you want my little apprentice?"


    "I tell you, at the beginning, he was the best in the first three realms, and he had the best martial arts, but he didn''t want it at all," the old scholar said triumphantly. "Don''t look at their pain now. When my little apprentice really knows his martial arts, he won''t want it. If he throws it away, it''s a pity. I''ll tell him that it''s very hard for him to ask for it, He doesn''t know how to disgust those sons of bitches. "


    When the old scholar said about his two disciples, the wrinkles on his face seemed to have more brilliance, and it seemed that his gray hair was not so gray. The jinjiasheng thought that although he was not very pleasant, he had a good eye for choosing disciples. Ling Yun had never seen him before, but he had seen the little guy who liked a red robe several times, After all, several disturbances in China had something to do with the shameless red mouse, who was not high at that time.


    Chen Diao temple is really good when it comes to learning. In terms of talent alone, it''s not the best in all ages, but few people are around it. For this old scholar, of course, the apprentices don''t pay attention to the foundation of talent, but pay attention to the moral character. So Chen Diao temple is actually a good young man.


    "The Supreme Master has come forward? Or asham Asked the Jinjia God.


    The old scholar sleeps on the stone wall behind him with a smile on his lips. The disciples are excellent. Of course, the wine is good. He can have a good sleep and have a good dream.


    The Jinjia God took the clouds as quilts and put them on to the old scholar at will. Then he sat on the edge of the cliff, like a golden hill. He watched the sea of clouds surging silently, and the rosy clouds rippled like waves. Occasionally, eagles flew by and circled in all directions. When the world was quiet, it was thousands of times better than the sky.


    ……


    In fact, Ling Yun is very curious. In the land of Daxia, people are always fierce and martial. Men, women, young and old can kill enemies with swords. How come now, scholars are pedantic and sour. Some of their talents only know how to recite the wind and the moon and make women''s flattery; Women are charming, delicate and weak, but not tough enough; Old people are not respected for their old age, and they are well known. It seems that in a few years, the whole world of summer has become very strange.


    So he asked the old man in black. The old man was silent for a long time and said with a bitter smile, "where do I know?"


    "It''s not that I''ve been in a state of depression for a long time. It''s because my husband didn''t teach well. It''s because the atmosphere is so hard to change. I can''t change it if I don''t lay a heavy hand on it," Ling Yun said sarcastically. "I think we''ll fight one day. In this summer, there are at least three adults kneeling down to beg for mercy, fighting against each other, and then fighting back at their own people. They are merciless and looking at their hometown, It''s very light to say that we are proud of our enemies and forget our ancestors. Such people can''t insult people. "


    Ling Yun paused. "I think before the founding of the people''s Republic of China, Daxia was also devastated by war. How could he forget so much time?"


    The old man in black sighed. He was puzzled, but he was even sadder. "Yes, how can I forget it?"


    In fact, Zhao and Song Dynasties probably had the same situation. Ling Yun could not help but sneer: "the two countries have diplomatic relations, but there has never been peace. There is no smoke of gunpowder in diplomacy. Other aspects, such as economic exchanges, will also depend on and suppress each other; As for the day when you really want to use a knife and a gun, who cares which person you used to like in our country, who cares that you are an admirer of our country''s economy, culture and so on. It''s always just me who has the knife down and your head rolling away. It''s so simple. "


    "Some people never think about the peace between the two countries and what is the support for it. It''s not so bad in peacetime. In fact, you don''t have to think so much about it. But no one has any reason to forget the blood and bone that our ancestors paid to protect this land. If we really forget and don''t care, I don''t think it matters to be affiliated with the nine ethnic groups. Of course, patriotism is voluntary, which means that we are a man of conscience; I really don''t want to. Just get out of here. I don''t want to get out of here and I don''t like my country. Is it disgusting to stay here? A good meal, you and I eat happily, leisurely, talking and laughing, happy, but the dog also feel that he can be on the table, but also have to throw up two pieces of excrement, deliberately disgusting you, "Ling Yun said with a smile," I say, ah, killing dogs and eating meat, can not only fill their own, but also relieve their hatred, good craftsmanship can eat with relish, why not? "


    "Like these dogs, you don''t have a long memory if you don''t hurt him."


    Ling Yun said with a smile.


    The old man in black is speechless. Some things are not as simple as they seem, but it''s really a wise saying that you must first settle down in order to get rid of foreign affairs. He looks at Ling Yun, and Ling Yun shakes his head slightly. "I can do it. You decide what you really want to do. Since you are silent to the prime minister, there should be some room for you to turn around, I told you that the chicken told the duck... Bah, playing the lute to the cow. "


    "If I give you some color, you will open a dyeing workshop?" The old man in Black said with a smile.


    Ling Yun shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "I have a senior brother who really has a dyeing workshop. Tell him that."


    "Do you have another elder martial brother? Is it good? "


    "The one that killed you." Ling Yun is not very angry. In fact, he still misses Chen Diao temple. With him by his side, he doesn''t have to worry about it and think too much about it. He''s not as good at learning, boxing and kendo. But what''s the matter? Maybe he''s a elder martial brother. There''s no problem taking care of him, right?


    "I see that when you make a fist, there is a hint of sharpness. Some swordsmanship is mixed with it. Do you still practice sword?"


    Lingyun solemnly said: "I''m Jianxiu."


    No one knows that in this young man who never felt aggrieved, he only felt a little aggrieved along the way in kendo, "it''s Jianxiu."


    Ling Yun stressed.