The courtyard is deep and canopy-like. Under the ancient trees is an old man in green robes. His eyebrows and beard are all green, but his expression is indescribably peaceful and leisurely. He stands with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the man in white in front of him writing.
The man in white was sitting cross-legged in front of a short table. The pen he held in his hand was as thick as a child's arm and two feet long. The tip of the pen had almost touched the wooden leaves. It looked as if it was made of pig iron. On the dark pen, there were inscribed:
"Qianjunbi" is a word, but what he wrote was in meticulous regular script. At this time, he had finished writing a piece of "Tao Te Ching". He wrote the last word and the last stroke, which was still sincerity and integrity.
Meaning, the writing style is not messy at all
There are cicadas swaying deep in the wooden leaves, but it makes the world even more silent. The noise and annoyance in the world seems to have not been in the courtyard for a long time.
"The pace of the people outside seems to be a leisurely journey?" The old man in green robe suddenly asked.
"Yunzheng is here," the man in white put down his pen and said calmly.
The old man in green robe was a little stunned: "He knows this so well..." Suddenly a strange expression appeared on his face: "Is it difficult for Miss Ning Er to give him the sword command?"
The man in white nodded: "It can only be like this." He closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Because of Wanyue's incident, Wanting has hated me for so many years. Now she may have looked away and specifically gave me a chance to pay off her debt.
; Or it may just be out of motherly love for Zheng'er, I hope I can help him here. But no matter what the reason is, as long as the Ning family needs my help, I will not refuse." He sighed: "I'm not afraid of owing more.
, I’m afraid I won’t have a chance to pay it back.”
The old man in green robe was silent for a moment and asked: "So, he is here to seek help? For this war?"
"Yun Zheng is fifteen years old," the man in white said softly, "Wanting is a strong person. She will not let her child take over the Yun family solely by relying on Yu Meng from Chongshan."
"Miss Ning Er plans to let him build his own strength?" He hesitated: "Based on Jiange?"
"No." The man in white shook his head gently: "She is too strong to use my power as Yunzheng's basic strength. She will only let him use the power of Jiange at most."
The old man in green robe frowned
The man in white didn't open his eyes, but he seemed to have seen his expression and smiled: "But it doesn't matter. Jiange said it should be Yue'er's, and then Yue'er was gone. I didn't want her hard work to be in vain, so it ended up like this.
The appearance of Jiange is not Shui, but Ning Wanting. Although I don’t want it, I must give it back. If she doesn’t want it, I will give it to Zheng’er.”
The old man in green robe sighed: "Your Majesty, you should know how difficult this is." He glanced at the man in white and said: "Besides, without you, can the sword pavilion still be called the sword pavilion?"
"Yunzheng's talent is very good." The man in white did not move, and his expression was calm: "Furthermore, even if he cannot reach my state, it doesn't matter. Jiange is just an auxiliary force in his hands. From now on, his most powerful fist will still be
It’s the Twelve Guards of Yanyun. As for the sword pavilion... externally, the master of the sword pavilion can always be called Shui Youhan."
"His life is so good that it would make the Emperor of the Lin family jealous." The old man in green robe shook his head.
"This matter cannot be rushed." Shui Youhan still closed his eyes, with a strange smile on his face: "It is impossible to give him the Jiange directly. Wanting will definitely object...it can only be given indirectly."
"Indirectly?" The old man in green robe was a little confused.
"People of our generation can gradually fade away... I heard that Xue'er's performance is good?" Shui Youhan opened his eyes, with a hint of smile in his black gem-like eyes.
"It's not that bad. It should be said that his martial arts is very good, which is about the seventh level of my fire level. He is even more orderly... Your Lord wants to give Xue'er to..." The expression of the old man in green robe changed a little.
"Can't you let go of your daughter?" Shui Youhan asked calmly.
"I don't dare. Everything belongs to my master. As long as my master has an order, don't say it is..."
"No," Shui Youhan unexpectedly shook his head and interrupted: "I did save your life well, but your daughter is your daughter, and you have no right to ruin her happiness."
The old man in green robe was a little surprised: "Since she is the subordinate's daughter, the marriage will naturally be decided by the subordinates." His face suddenly looked a little unhappy: "Is it possible that Yunzheng can't even spare a concubine position?"
Shui Youhan's eyes suddenly became sharp and he looked at him without saying a word.
The old man in green robe gritted his teeth and said: "If the master has an order, even if he has no name and no status, my subordinates will definitely let Xue'er not care about it!"
"Nonsense!" Shui Youhan suddenly stood up and stared at the old man in green robes with his eyes like sharp knives: "I will only give Yunzheng some opportunities and will never give Xueer to him like an object! If he can't let
Xue'er has enough affection for him. I will never force Xue'er to follow him." He calmed down his anger and sat down again: "Human feelings are not gifts and cannot be given away."
"Yes, the Lord has taught you a lesson." The old man in green robe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he quickly bowed to admit his mistake, and then had some doubts: "Then the Lord suddenly asked Xue'er...?"
"If I am right, Wanting asked Zheng'er to come to Beishan Jiange because she wanted to borrow the strength of Beishan, especially in terms of intelligence, so she asked Zheng'er to come here to find a contact person with sufficient status and ability."
Shui Youhan glanced at the old man in green robe: "And Xue'er is just right."
"I understand." The old man in green robe nodded: "I will go see Marshal Yun now."
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※The sword order works very well. After the concierge saw Yun Zheng’s sword order, he respectfully invited Yun Zheng into the main hall for tea without even informing him.
, and then quickly went to ask the village owner
The owner of the village is the master of Beishan Sword Pavilion. Yun Zheng took a few sips of the tea and saw him. The master was wearing a blue robe. He looked a little old, but he was in good spirits.
"I met Marshal Yun when I was in Xia Beishan Zangfeng." Beishan Zangfeng's expression was very cold. Although he said he had seen him before, there was no expression on his face at all.
Yun Zheng naturally didn't know that except for water, he had a cold face towards almost everyone else, so Yun Zheng felt a little unhappy, but he didn't dare not complete what his mother told him.
"Pavilion Master, you don't have to be polite." He took out the small sword with the word "Han" engraved on it. Yun Zheng stretched out his hand and handed it to Beishan Zangfeng and said, "This is a token given to me by my mother. Please verify it, Master."
Beishan Zangfeng took the small sword, only glanced at it and returned it with both hands. At the same time, he knelt down and said: "Beishan Zangfeng, the master of the Northern Sword, has seen the Prison Pavilion." Beishan Zangfeng was polite, but his tone was already cold.
"Uh..." Yun Zheng was a little surprised. He didn't expect the sword command to be so effective. It seems that the prison pavilion is bigger than the pavilion master? Isn't it right? Beishan Zangfeng claims to be the North Sword Master. So there are three others in the southeast and west.
Sword user? So that’s what happened. Our mother is the director of the four sword pavilions. No wonder she is older than one of the pavilions.
"Pavilion Master, please get up quickly." Yun Zheng's thoughts were spinning very fast, and he reached out to help Beishan Zangfeng up. He was pressed for time and did not intend to take any detours, so he said directly: "My mother asked me to come here.
Looking for a cabinet owner alone”
"I wonder who the supervisor wants?" Beishan Zangfeng said.
"Ah?" Yun Zheng was a little depressed: "Mother said that as long as I came to explain my purpose, Master Beishan, you will naturally know who to send. Master, look at this..."
"Yes, I understand." Beishan Zangfeng remained expressionless and ordered a little maid beside him: "Go and invite the young lady."
Yun Zheng was stunned for a moment and thought to himself: Miss please? We are not here to do that under orders, so why do we need a miss?
Beishan Zangfeng ignored him in his daze and stretched out his hand to say: "Please take a seat in the Prison Pavilion." Yun Zheng also said: "Please sit down, Master of the Pavilion." Then the two of them sat down separately, but neither spoke, and there was a moment of silence.
But not long after, a cold female voice came from outside the door, breaking the silence: "Father, are you looking for me?"
Only then did Yun Zheng realize. He had been thinking inertly and thought that "Miss" was that. He actually forgot that the young lady of this era does not mean the future generation. It turns out that the young lady Beishan Zangfeng said was his daughter. However, he considered his daughter
Why are you calling me out? Yunzheng thought coquettishly: Could it be that he has taken a liking to this young marshal?
When he looked up, he saw a woman wearing a very elegant pink dress walking in. Yun Zheng saw that this woman's eyes were like crystal, her eyebrows were like pink, her complexion was as fair as suet, and her figure was especially tall. He couldn't help but wonder, could this woman be...
Beishan Zangfeng's biological son, apart from height, there is no other resemblance - looking at Beishan Zangfeng's appearance, even a genetic mutation shouldn't give birth to such a beautiful daughter!
Yun Zheng was about to talk about Beishan Zangfeng's cuckold history, but he heard Beishan Zangfeng's cold voice saying: "Xue'er, this is Fairy Ning'er's legitimate son, Marshal Yun Zhengyun."
The elegant and cold woman glanced at Yun Zheng, gave her a faint blessing, and said: "The civilian girl Beishan Wuxue has met the young marshal."
