Fortunately, although the old man also drank a lot, he still maintained a trace of clarity. After all, both apprentices drank too much. If he himself became drunk, who would protect the safety of these two little guys.
The old man kept looking at Yan Bing, lifted one with each other, threw the two senior brothers who were lying on the ground, sleeping soundly, into the senior brother's room, and then closed the door and came back.
Then he sighed. He could understand the grief and anger of the two apprentices, because why couldn't he himself?
But after finally gathering three direct disciples, the most critical first step is to win the bet and restore the mountain sect. Now the Feixia Sect must hide its capabilities and bide its time, and wait until it makes a smooth comeback before it can be qualified to return.
Let's talk about revenge.
After draining the last sip of wine in the bowl, the old man looked at little Vincent and said, "Are you going to spend the night at Grandpa's place, or should I have someone send it back to you?"
This was the first time Wang Wensheng saw Wen Pei drunk, and the first time he heard Wen Pei talk about his past. At this moment, like a "little adult", he sighed and said: "Third Grand Ancestor,
Wen Pei is so drunk that he will definitely be punished when he goes back. Besides, your two apprentices are also so drunk. It's hard for you to send me back all the time... I will stay with the Third Taizu all night long.
"
"Hey~? What are you talking about? In Grandpa's house, it's just like your own home. There's no need to worry about anything. Don't talk about two families in the future." The old man looked at this sensible and attentive child with a smile.
Then he slowly raised his head and said loudly to the outside of the hospital: "Can you hear me? This child Vincent will sleep with me tonight. You can go back and report it."
Yan Bing and Wen Sheng on the side were wondering when they heard a slight noise in the treetops outside the courtyard, and then a black shadow jumped out and flew towards the inner city.
Yan Bing looked carefully and saw that the man was dressed very similar to Zeng Ke, so he concluded that this man should also be a spy in the Black Jin Guard, so he stopped asking any more questions and said directly to the old man: "Master, I
Go and tidy up the house of the fifteenth senior brother and let them sleep in that room tonight."
The old man nodded, and then asked: "You should also rest early." He stood up, clasped his hands behind his back, and returned to the house.
Yan Bing looked at the old man's lonely back and knew in his heart that the old man might feel uncomfortable because of the quarrel between his senior brother and his fifteenth senior brother today. He wanted to open his mouth to comfort the old man, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say. After all,
How can you advise others if you have not experienced their suffering?
Forget it, now I just practice martial arts hard and make money so that I can really help my master. No matter how many words I say, it is not as practical and reliable as actual actions.
Turning his head, he looked at little Wen Pei and said, "Come on, sister will take you to sleep in your fifteenth uncle's room." After saying that, he bent down, grabbed Wen Pei's waistband, and pulled him all over.
He picked it up, swung it back, and carried it on his back, just as naturally as carrying a furoshiki.
Xiao Wensheng's mouth instantly opened into an O shape. He was stunned for a moment, then nodded and followed.
After settling the two of them, Yan Bing returned to his room, lay on the bed, and flipped through the information on his phone until his eyes were sore, then he put down his phone and fell asleep.
The next day, before dawn and the morning bell rang, Yan Bing got up early, picked up Qingxuan at hand, and came to the courtyard to prepare for sword practice. When he opened the door, he happened to see his senior brother who had already woken up.
and the fifteenth senior brother.
The three of them looked at each other, then each looked at the sword in the other's hand, looked at each other and smiled without saying a word.
About half an hour later, the morning bell rang and warm sunshine overflowed.
In the dim room, little Vincent was woken up by a crowing of cocks. He rubbed his eyes, sat up, breathed, stretched, and was about to get off the ground.
As soon as he lowered his head, he saw a figure kneeling under his bed. He was frightened at that moment. After taking a closer look, he found that the figure turned out to be Wen Pei. Then he patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he was not in danger.
He was scared to death.
When Wen Pei saw that the fourth prince had woken up, he quickly kowtowed and said, "I made a mistake by drinking last night. When Your Highness was in danger, I actually fell asleep with Your Highness. This villain is guilty of death! Please punish me, Your Highness."
Wen Sheng smiled, put on his shoes, stepped forward and helped Wen Pei up and said: "There are three great ancestors in the yard, how can you be in danger? Moreover, I asked my sister to place you here, so what can you do?"
It's true that you have followed me for seven or eight years, do you really think I will punish you for such a trivial matter?"
Wen Pei stood up, and before he knew it, his eyes were wet again. He quickly wiped them with his sleeves and began to arrange the clothes and hair of the fourth prince without saying any more unnecessary things.
When the two came to the courtyard, the old man was already sitting on a bench drinking tea. As for Bing, he didn't know how long he had been practicing, and he was already dripping with sweat.
"Are you awake? Come on, where is your sword? Take it and learn from me." The old man looked at little Vincent with a kind face and said.
Xiao Wensheng responded, drew out his sword, stepped forward and followed Yan Bing's movements, clumsily imitating and making gestures.
Wen Pei respectfully greeted his ancestor, then bowed to the side and watched the two men dancing swords together.
"Just watch it, but don't practice it," the old man's voice suddenly sounded, startling Wen Pei, and then he looked at the old man, raised his hand, pointed at Yan Bing and the others, and continued: "I'm not
I'm afraid that you might steal my master, but my Feixia Sect's swordsmanship and mental skills are integrated into one. If you want to give up your martial arts and learn from scratch, little Peizi, I won't stop you."
Hearing this, Wen Pei swallowed secretly beside him and said to himself: It's a good thing I didn't have any evil thoughts, otherwise my muscles and veins would be refluxing now.
The old man turned his face again and said to Wen Pei with a cheerful face: "By the way, little Pei Zi, what do you think of yesterday's wine?"
At this point, little Peizi became energetic. He bowed to the old man and said with a smile: "The wine of my ancestors has opened my eyes. I have never seen such clear and sweet wine."
, a rich and mellow wine, compared to it, even the tribute wine is not far behind."
The old man nodded, pointed to the wine jars stacked in the corner with a smile, and said: "Then when you go back, take a jar with you and give it to your adoptive father to taste. It will save you a lot of effort when mediating."
Upon hearing this, Wen Pei immediately knelt down on the ground, kowtowed and said, "I thank my ancestors for the reward on behalf of my foster father."
The old man looked at Wen Pei who was kneeling on the ground, frowned again, and said slowly and impatiently: "Little Pei Zi, I'm not telling you, this is not a palace, there are many unnecessary rules, just avoid them if you can."
Come on, I'm a martial artist and don't like this."
"What our ancestors taught us is that little Pei Zi must correct himself." After saying that, Wen Pei stood up neatly and smiled innocently at his ancestors.
The old man also smiled, picked up the teapot, and took another sip.
More than two hours passed, until it was almost noon, before Senior Brother and Lu Liang dragged their exhausted bodies back to the courtyard.
Today they came back much later than usual. Yan Bing knew without thinking carefully that it must have been inspired by his heartfelt words last night, so the two of them couldn't help but practice for a long time, and she herself was not the same.
After the two brothers entered the door, they greeted the old man first, and then went to the kitchen to cook.
After lunch and dinner, everyone said goodbye to Wang Wensheng and Wen Pei. However, compared to the palace, little Vincent obviously liked the freedom here more at the moment. Therefore, after getting the old man's approval, Wang Wensheng happily said to Yan Bing
: "In the future, as long as I can free time, the apprentice will come to the master to learn martial arts."
Speaking of ice, he smiles on his face and complains in his heart.
I am still considered a novice, but now I am dragging my feet. Will I be able to make rapid progress?
I don’t know what this old man is thinking. Isn’t he afraid that something will go wrong again in the competition four years later?
Thinking of this, Bing Xin had a sad look on her face.
The old man seemed to see the anxiety in Yan Bing's heart at this moment, so he patted her shoulder and said, "Come, come here, I will check your pulse and see what level you have reached in these days."
When Yan Bing heard this, he looked confused. Wasn't he just making a "show"? Could it be that in this way, his level would be improved???
