Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 67 There is a time to gather and disperse

That night, Old Sang's tea shop was very busy.

Lu Shilai, Lu Gui, who came from Changrui Escort Bureau, Pu Kui who came with his daughter, and Xing Daosi, a bearded man with wounds and a smell of medicine all over his body.

Qu Feiyan, Zhao Rong, Old Man Sang, Wentai and Bao Butian, it was rare for them to have a meal together.

After knowing the inside story of Wing Tai working as a waiter in a tea shop, Lu Shilai and others felt funny, a little admired, and a little sympathetic.

Defeat Zhao Rong and then go home?
Please settle in Hengyang.

"There was a tense situation at the escort agency that day. I didn't expect to have the opportunity to sit and drink together." Lu Shilai looked at Wentai and found it interesting.

Pu Kui took the chicken leg from Qu Feiyan and let his little girl with braids take it in her hand. The rugged man suddenly muttered one word: "Fate."

"I recalled the scene when Brother Rong appeared in front of the escort agency for the first time. At that time, I was thinking, 'What kind of daring brat is this?' Then in front of escort Lu, I was knocked down by Brother Rong's arm-threading punch. Hell, I don’t even have the courage to take action now.”

"You have taken a huge advantage," Qu Fei's smoke sounded like a silver bell, "In the future, when you meet anyone, you can tell me that I won three moves against Zhao Rong of the Hengshan faction without losing."

"Everyone in the martial arts world will give you some face when hearing this. The tea master will say you are a hero and waive your tea fee."

"Hahaha~!" Pu Kui laughed, and Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing.

'Even Pu Kui took three moves.' When Wentai heard this, he drank several large bowls of wine and looked at the moon again. He only felt that "the moon is the bright moon of the peach river, and the moon is the round moon of the peach river."

Lu Gui patted Wentai on the shoulder: "Young master, don't just drink, eat more peanuts and some vegetables."

Bao Butian was the most excited. He walked around and had a glass of wine with Xing Daosi.

He remembered the hardships his father had once said: "Elder Lu of the Red Wolf Gang was eating and drinking in the inner room, while he was arranging the birthday curtains outside the hall, standing like a slave."

Now, it’s just this table of people.

He, Bao Butian, has already emerged, and this seems to be just the beginning.

No wonder my father always said, as long as you hold it on your lap, there is no shame in begging for food, even beggars can do it.

My father is far wiser than me.

Xing Daosi clinked glasses with Bao Butian and said the same thing again: "After drinking this glass of wine, we will become friends. When you go to Lingling in the future, you can tell me my name."

Old man Sang from the tea shop looked at the crowd, smiling so hard that his pleats piled up, and he muttered softly next to Zhao Rong:

"Hello young man, hello young man. Staying with you makes me feel ten years younger again."

"Oh?" Zhao Rong joked, "Mr. Sang misses the prosperity of Hengyang and doesn't want to go back to Anren?"

"Of course I want to go back."

Old man Sang's eyes were firm: "The birds miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the old abyss."

Zhao Rong was slightly surprised when he saw that he was speaking in a coherent manner, "Sang Lao, have you read a book?"

"I am old and incapable of talent. I once dreamed of gaining fame and serving my country, but later I became a down-and-out scholar." Old Man Sang smiled and added, "I am also good at studying in the Spring and Autumn Period."

Zhao Rong was slightly startled, feeling that he was being shown off by this old man.

He has always been fond of reading Chunqiu, but he didn't expect that someone else would be fond of reading Chunqiu.

"You remind me of an old friend."

"An old friend?"

Old man Sang recalled with a look on his face, "About fifty years ago, I had a classmate named Yu from Quanzhou. He later came third in the imperial examination and became the most beautiful young man. Your temperament is quite similar to that of my classmate."

Xiao Zhao is looking for flowers?

Zhao Rong shook his head, "Xiao Li Tanhua" was more fluent.

Old man Sang, who was sitting under the leaky awning, suddenly had a ray of light in his eyes, "Brother Zhao is smart and wise. If he studies, he may be able to realize his old dream."

"Sang Lao," Zhao Rong said seriously, not daring to underestimate this old man anymore, "I am already in the world, and my dream is tied to the sword around my waist."

But Old Man Sang said: "If you can protect one side, you will be a great hero."

"We have known each other for more than two years. Brother Zhao has never disliked my humble home and often took care of my business. Even the old man sees it."

"You are upright, old man, I admire you very much," Old Man Sang suddenly lowered his voice, "I will leave this tea shop to you. You can send me on board tomorrow, and I will tell you a way to kill thieves."

Zhao Rong was shocked when he heard this.

He didn't have time to ask in detail, so he quickly offered his hand to him, but was pushed down by Old Man Sang again.

The world is so vast that capable men and hermits are indeed endless.

That night, everyone went back to their homes until Xu Shi.

The people who watch the New Year's Eve stay up all night, and the New Year's Eve streets become more lively in the evening.

Pu Kui returned with Lu Gui and others.

The young girl next to him shook her braid and suddenly asked, "Dad, why does that awesome big brother keep giggling and speaking in a thin voice? Xiaolan is not afraid of him at all."

"Tong Yan Wu Ji, that's called kindness, not a silly smile," Pu Kui taught sternly, "and you have to call him Uncle Rong."

"Your Uncle Rong is very special. He is different from the people Daddy usually talks about."

"Looking at the entire world, it's hard to find anyone else."

"When we meet in the future, we must be polite!"

"Yes, daddy."

Lu Gui and Lu Shilai both agreed with this. "The disciples of the three branches of Hengshan have seen a lot. Not to mention ordinary people, even in front of the major forces around Hengzhou Prefecture, which one is not intimidating?"

"But Brother Rong is different. With his current status, we are all above us. But Brother Rong did not draw a clear line with us, but remained the same. This kind of broad-mindedness is really admirable."

"Yes, if brother Rong is in trouble, I will definitely come to help with my sword!"

Lu Gui and Pu Kui were both sighing.

Nowadays, Zhao Rong is the direct descendant of Mr. Mo Da.

Not surprisingly, that is the future leader of the Hengshan Sect.

This is definitely a status that thousands of martial arts people cannot reach.

Lu Shilai felt remorseful and kept sighing on the way back. Lu Gui couldn't help but laugh when he saw him.

With a sigh and a smile, he returned to the escort office happily.

After Zhao Rong returned to Zhaojiawu, his grandfather was staying with the neighbors of Zhaojiawu, and several old people were chatting and drinking tea together.

The younger generation actually had several boxing practitioners, and they were able to fight well.

Everyone became martial, this was all due to Zhao Rong's influence.

On this night of staying up late, I couldn't help but practice boxing with them and teach them some of the essence of the through-arm boxing technique.

When their energy faded, Zhao Rong meditated and practiced Qigong until his grandfather called him in the morning.

After a simple wash, we went to the tea shop and sent Old Man Sang all the way to Luosu Wharf.

What surprised Zhao Rong was that there was a boat waiting here specifically to pick up the old tea seller, and judging from the direction of the bow of the boat, it didn't look like it was heading towards Anren.

Old man Sang still looked like the old tea seller in the old days, but now he looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Brother Zhao is in the world. You must be careful in the future. Even an old man like me can deceive people."

Zhao Rong laughed dumbly and was taught another lesson.

"Where is the old gentleman's home?"

"Jiujiang Mansion, a small place next to Poyang Lake. I'm not lying to you. I'm going back to my hometown to die."

Zhao Rong looked at the people who came to pick him up by boat and was puzzled, "Then why do you want to open a tea shop in Hengyang?"

"I had a confidante when I was young. She was in Hengyang. This tea shop was opened for her, but she has passed away before me."

"I see."

Zhao Rong was just talking when old man Sang suddenly handed him a letter, "I told you last night that I have a classmate named Yu from Quanzhou. This classmate has a nephew who will be passing through Hengzhou recently and heading towards Taizhou."

"It should be helpful for you to find someone to deliver the letter at the right time."

Zhao Rong frowned. He had been fooled once and could no longer believe the old man's words. "Old sir, can I open it and take a look?"

"Hahaha," Old Man Sang laughed, "It's good to be cautious, let's see."

Zhao Rong opened the letter in person and read it sentence by sentence.

"How about it? Is it enough for you to take care of me all these years?"

"Enough! That's enough!" Zhao Rong smiled and put the letter away.

Old man Sang looked at him again: "It's desolate to be in my hometown again, but I'm afraid that a foreign country is better than my hometown."

"Brother Zhao, we meet again in the mountains and rivers. Goodbye."

"Mr. Sang, please take it seriously."

……

Years of separation are like running water, who can tell the difference between a foreign country and a hometown.

The lake breeze ruffled Zhao Rong's hair. The old man's back became increasingly dim, and he saw him moving further and further away.
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