"Do you want to ask about the sword and perfect the sword manual?"
Um?
It’s over, but it’s not over yet?
Tang Zhao was confused and thought: Knocking on the sword, asking about the sword? Knocking on the sword, knocking on the sword, isn't knocking just asking? Does it mean "knocking" means "to hit"? Just now, the glasses hit the sword?
His eyes couldn't help but move back and forth between the two words, and his glasses were so understanding that he actually gave an explanation.
"Knock on the sword, knock on the sword."
This explanation is the same as not saying anything.
"Ask the sword, question its swordsman."
Tang Zhao suddenly realized, Wen Jian should he take the initiative to ask the swordsman...
Swordsman? That old man?
Tang Zhao was slightly shocked in his heart - Swordsman. Ever since he learned swordsmanship, he has long known that swordsmen are extraordinary masters with incredible power, but he has never seen a swordsman who is truly confirmed.
Xing Ji should be that he can make magic weapons and is powerful, but he didn't say it clearly, and it was not officially certified after all. The judge was also powerful and mysterious, but his identity was even more unclear. Si Liyu made it clear that he was not
.
The only person he saw now who said he was a swordsman was the old man.
Tang Zhao was a little disappointed in his heart. Swordsman not only represents strength, but these two words are also very handsome. He had long believed that he must be as elegant and unrestrained as the swordsman in the story, a peerless figure who can kill people thousands of miles away, even if he is executed.
He's just passable, how can this old man be so cool?
But it doesn’t mean that people with weird tempers are not powerful. How can someone who builds a paradise in a jar not be a master?
But what about this guy's sword?
Tang Zhao recalled carefully and found that he did not see the sword. It was not around the old man and there were no decorations on the wall. Where was the sword?
Isn’t it said that as long as the sword is with you, the sword never leaves your hand?
"Do you want to ask about the sword?"
"ask."
"Please ask about the sword and perfect the sword manual."
…
Dare you ask me to ask?
Tang Zhao was stunned for a moment, unable to laugh or cry.
It seems...reasonable?
Things are against things, people are against people, and outsiders can't even see the glasses. Do you still expect the glasses to pop off and open your mouth to ask?
But... Tang Zhao won't ask?
What to ask? How to ask?
Furthermore, it was so easy to get away. Should I go back and do an exclusive interview or something?
Tang Zhao was hesitating when he suddenly heard a few clattering sounds inside, like the sound of something overturning.
After a slight hesitation, Tang Zhao turned around and went back.
The hall was in a mess. A screen fell down and the glass shattered all over the floor. The other tables, chairs, library shelves, and bonsai fell down one after another. There was no place to stand in the beautiful hall.
In the middle of a pile of debris, a fat old man was sitting on the ground, beating his chest and sobbing loudly.
Tang Zhao was startled. Since he had no younger brothers, sisters, or nephews, he had never seen anyone cry so miserably. He was at a loss for what to do.
He approached hesitantly, and the fat old man noticed that he was coming back. He stopped for a moment, stretched out his hand to his face as if to wipe away his tears, and suddenly he collapsed and lay on the ground. He tore his beard with both hands and shouted: "Who?
I told you to come back? Get out of here, get out of here!"
Tang Zhao felt that he seemed to be playing a rogue, but he was really not an ordinary howler. He burst into tears and burst into tears. Even if he was playing a rogue, there was always some truth.
Besides, he is a master swordsman and the master of this blessed land. He is a young man who has not learned martial arts for a few days and has nothing to offer. What else can he do to him?
But Tang Zhao was really not good at dealing with this. He twisted his fingers on his clothes and said, "Senior, you... what's wrong with you?"
The old man pounded the ground with his hands and said: "Get out of here, get out of here! Why are you coming back if you don't stay? Don't worry about me, just let me die here alone!"
Tang Zhao knelt down and said, "Um...don't you want me to leave?"
The old man opened his eyes, his eyebrows and hair were blocked in front of his face, and there were snot and tears. He couldn't even see the black and white of his eyes, let alone his expression. He whimpered and said, "Are you leaving or not? What are you doing to me?"
Tang Zhao felt that this old man was not simply mentally ill, but had traces of it. Just like a child, he also used coaxing words: "Stop crying now, I'll stay with you for a while, okay?"
?”
After opening his mouth, he swallowed the last word "good", feeling that it was too much.
After all, the old man's crying gradually stopped.
There was no neat furniture in front of him, so Tang Zhao dragged an imperial chair from the other side of the hall and asked him to sit down. The chair was covered with thick cushions, and the old man seemed to be wrapped in it when he sat in it.
A jar.
Jar?
Tang Zhao suppressed his laughter and thought to himself: Things take the form of their owners.
There was a pool at the back of the hall, with washcloths, saponins and the like placed on it. Tang Zhao brought some water and wiped his face. The fat old man remained motionless, tilting his face up and letting him wipe it.
Tang Zhao was busy for a while. He didn't know why he was busy. Anyway, he did it naturally and asked: "Do you feel better?"
The fat old man grunted: "I'm hungry, I want to eat."
Tang Zhao said: "I see there are snacks on the cabinet over there. Can I get some for you?"
The fat old man shook his head and said, "No, I'm tired of snacks. I want to eat fruit."
Tang Zhao said: "Where do you put the fruits?"
The fat old man said: "There is no fruit here, I want to eat something from outside."
Tang Zhao's heart moved and he said: "I definitely didn't bring any fruit. If you really want to eat it, I'll go outside and get you some."
The fat old man reached out and grabbed Tang Zhao and said, "You're not allowed to go. What food do you have with you?"
Tang Zhao thought to himself: How could I bring something to eat? He touched his body and actually touched a handful of candies.
It was given to me by a squinting girl a long time ago.
Later, Tang Zhao ate a few pieces at a time, and there were still a few pieces left. He picked out a few candies and said, "Will this work?"
The fat old man grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth. His eyes were so sweet that he curled up and said vaguely: "It's delicious! You doll, you have a good humanity. If you don't want to call me ancestor, you can call me uncle. You can have the snacks over there.
Just eat whatever you want."
Tang Zhao repeated that when calling uncle, the emphasis should be placed on the first word, which is to call someone older than his father. If the emphasis is placed on the latter word, it is somewhat like calling a prostitute.
He thought to himself: Seeing how you cry and laugh, roll around and eat sweets, you should call me uncle.
After all, this old man is old enough to be Tang Zhao's grandfather. It's enough for him to have descended so many generations. Why can't he wait for him to descend to his elder brother's generation?
Tang Zhao moved a large box of snacks off the cabinet, opened it and picked out a piece of shortbread to eat. He felt that it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet and delicious. His eyes also curled up, and he chatted: "Uncle, what is your surname?"
The fat old man said: "My surname is Ping, Ping Jiangqiu."
Very good, why not start asking now.
Tang Zhaodao: "One song, one bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the river. It's true that you have the morale of being a hermit in the world."
The fat old man hummed: "This is the unlucky name I gave you. I really followed the prophecy."
After two or three times, Tang Zhao knew that he didn't like loneliness and liked people to coax him. In fact, he liked movement rather than silence. He was by no means a hermit in the ordinary sense. He might have become a little neurotic when he was in the jar.
, a very unusual person, asked: "Uncle Ping, I think this place is nice but a bit deserted. Why don't you go out for a walk?"
Ping Jiangqiu rolled his eyes and said, "You can't go out. There are too many bad people outside."
Tang Zhao thought this was good, and said: "There are bad people and good people in the world, it is inevitable, but you have great powers, ordinary bad people can't harm you, right?"
Ping Jiangqiu's expression changed slightly, and he showed a bit of fear through his beard and eyebrows, and said: "You know nothing! There are a lot of bad people in the world! Not only are there many, but they all have great magical powers, are elusive, and can't escape anywhere. You say
You hide, they are looking for you, they are chasing you to heaven and earth. You want to kill them, and there will be new bad guys after death, and there will never be an end. There is no safety in heaven and earth, in the past and present.
The place."
Tang Zhao thought to himself: So you were so scared that you got into the jar and didn't dare to come out? Isn't this too stupid?
Although he also feels that there is always a lot of pain and suffering outside, there are still some people worth facing and some things worth doing along the way.
Although his small boat also wanted a safe haven, it was not too frightened to go out to sea.
But people are different. Who knows what the old man in front of me has gone through?
He asked again: "Since you don't like to go out, why don't you ask someone to come in? There are always good people, right? No matter what, having a kitten or puppy can relieve the loneliness?"
Ping Jiangqiu sighed and said: "Do you think it's deserted here? My room is warm and comfortable, why did you feel deserted when you first came in?"
These words touched Tang Zhao's heart: Although this hall is exquisite and elegant, the style is not elegant and cold. The colors are mild and warm. Red and yellow are mostly used, which makes it appear warm, soft and gentle. The aroma of burning is also very sweet.
, but he still felt deserted as soon as he came in.
Could it be...
"Too quiet? And..."
"Not much life?"
He suddenly discovered that there was not even a blade of grass or a flower in the room. The bonsais were all made of precious stones. There were mountains and water outside, but no trees. There were no birds flying between the sky and the water. There were no fish in the crystal clear water either.
.
Pingjiang Qiu said quietly: "It seems that you have also discovered that there is no living thing here except me. There is no living thing stored in my sword."
Tang Zhao said "Oh", and then said in surprise: "That's not right, how did I get in?"
Pingjiang Qiudao: "I let you in specially. This is also a magic weapon I got recently, and I can only let you in with this object. Otherwise, just protecting you would require a lot of my energy to maintain it."
Tang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and thought: No one from outside can come in, and you are too timid to go out. No wonder you can only sit here and cry alone.
Suddenly, he wondered: "You mean sword? Where is the sword? Storage...can you say?"
Pingjiang Qiu said: "Didn't you see it? They moved my sword back and forth from the prison all the way."
Tang Zhao said in shock: "That jar is your sword?"