People forge swords in Lizhu, childhood sweetheart Ruan Xiu falls in love with Ning Yao

Chapter 71: An Unforgettable Sword, Wensheng Old Scholar

Red Candle Town!
City gate!
Li Jin, the god of the Chongdan River, followed a woman respectfully, always at her beck and call, like a family servant.

"Senior Li, you really don't have to do this."

Su Jia was a little confused about this. In the past, when she was in Zhengyang Mountain, she always practiced alone on the mountain that belonged to her, and rarely met someone like Li Jin now.

"Miss Su, I cannot bear the title of senior. Please don't embarrass me."

Su Jia's politeness made Li Jin even more frightened.

It was really because the swordsman named Aliang was too powerful. With just one sword, he chopped into pieces the golden body of the Five Sacred Gods of Dali who was blocking the way. As for other gods, big and small, warriors, and monks, the casualties were incalculable.

With just one man and one sword, he easily overthrew the entire Dali Dynasty. The Dali Emperor and all the civil and military officials in the court were trembling under his sword.

How can you describe it with just one word: “fierce”.

For the past three days, Li Jin has been thankful all the time that he was able to know the situation well, otherwise he would be one of the countless gods whose golden bodies would be shattered in that battle.

So today, when Su Jia came to the door and said that Aliang asked him to find Li Jin, looking at the familiar bamboo sword, Li Jin closed his bookstore without saying a word and escorted Su Jia to the Jianqi Great Wall.

Seeing that the more polite he was, the lower Li Jin put him, Su Jia had no choice but to accept the status quo.

When the two of them left the city gate, Su Jia paused, then looked back at the town and murmured:
"There should be a chance to meet again, right?"

Su Jia, who was in the darkness with his eyes closed at the time, also saw the sword cutting through the darkness. It was deeply imprinted in his heart and could never be forgotten.

"Definitely!"

Su Jia finally convinced himself with certainty that with his swordsmanship, he would definitely come to the Sword Qi Great Wall.

"Senior, let's go!"

Su Jia did not hesitate any more and set out with Li Jin on the journey to the Sword Qi Great Wall.

And just as the two of them left the town!
An old scholar walked towards the two men, entered Hongzhu Town, and came to the post station where Chen Pingan and others stayed, wanting to meet Chen Pingan and others.

"You are late. Those people left earlier by boat and went south along the Xiuhua River."

The postman told the old scholar the whereabouts of Chen Pingan and others. When the old scholar turned around and left in disappointment, the postman suddenly remembered something and said to the old scholar:
"One of the people you're looking for told us before they left that after they left, if an old scholar came to them, they should say that someone is waiting to treat the old scholar to a drink at the xx wine shop on Guanshan Street!"

"Really? You should have said it earlier!"

When the old scholar heard that someone wanted to invite him to drink, the pain in his waist and legs suddenly disappeared. He ran away very fast, leaving the postmen stunned.

Guanshan Street!
A roadside tavern!

There was a young man sitting alone at a table. He wasn't drinking, but was just playing with two black stones out of boredom.

If the store owner hadn't seen that the boy gave so much, he would have asked the waiter to kick him out long ago.

"Little Second!"

The old scholar came quickly to the boy's table, sat down, put a jade hairpin on the table, and shouted to the waiter:
"Give me ten jars of your finest wine."

"this?"

The waiter looked at the poor old scholar and hesitated for a moment whether to serve wine, for he was really worried that the old scholar could not afford the wine.

As for the jade hairpin, the material didn't look that good either.

"Serve the wine as ordered!"

The person who wanted to invite the old scholar to drink was Chu Ci, who had stayed alone and waited for the old scholar. He took out a silver ingot and handed it to the waiter, saying with a smile:

"We are in this together!"

"Okay, sir!" After the waiter verified that it was real silver, he no longer had any worries and hurried into the store to get the wine.

Chu Ci picked up the jade hairpin that the old scholar had placed on the table, looked at it, and saw eight words engraved on it:
"When you think of a gentleman, he is as gentle as jade!"

"The old man's skill of using nothing is truly unique. Do you have any tricks?"

Judging from the time Chen Ping'an and his companions left, they must have walked at least ten miles, but in the end the jade hairpin was still stolen by the old scholar.

Of course, Chu Ci was just joking. Chu Ci was naturally clear about the old scholar's ability.

The fourth saint of Confucianism, the Saint of Literature!

"Ha, boy, you accepted this old man's gift. From now on, you will be my disciple!"

The old scholar suddenly became excited, snatched the wine that the waiter had just brought, poured a full bowl, and then forced it into Chu Ci's hand, and said impatiently:

"Come on, boy, drink a toast and pay homage to your master. I will teach you the tricks."

"Although I am a little old, considering your sincerity in becoming my disciple, I will drink this cup of wine."

After Chu Ci finished speaking, he picked up the wine that was stuffed into his hand and was about to drink it.

"Get out of the way, kid!"

The old scholar was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, then he snatched the bowl back in a flash and drank it all in one breath.

"Gululu, good wine. I haven't had such good wine in a long time. For the sake of this wine, I will give you one more chance. Hurry up and call the teacher."

This kid really understands himself. Drinking from big bowls in this roadside tavern is much more enjoyable than using small cups in restaurants.

"Old man, don't worry about me. I will only have one master in my life."

Chu Ci poured wine for the old scholar and did not make a fuss with him, but clearly expressed his refusal.

"Damn it, that guy Ruan Qiong, must have had such bad luck in his 18th lifetime, right?"

The old scholar burst into a fragrant breath, unwillingly picking up the bowl and drinking it all in one gulp:
"You little brat, you're the same. You can just call Ruan Qiong daddy. You can have the best of both worlds. You're even more stubborn than Xiao Qizi."

The old scholar is the only one who can be such a top-level cultivator in the world without any demeanor of a master.

Then he seemed to be very stingy and snatched the jade hairpin back from Chu Ci.

"If you don't want to be my disciple, you should return this gift to me."

Chu Ci continued to pour wine for the old scholar and did not get angry because it was a matter of principle.

The young disciple Qi Jingchun passed the jade hairpin to the younger Chen Pingan. If Chu Ci agreed to become his disciple, then it would be natural for the senior brother Chen Pingan to pass the jade hairpin to the junior brother Chu Ci, and there would be no problem with that.

But when Chu Ci was unwilling to become his disciple, the old scholar gave the jade hairpin to Chu Ci without asking Chen Pingan, the owner of the item. That would mean giving the same thing to two people, and the old scholar would certainly not do such a thing.

As for the things that were originally intended for him, Chu Ci believed that there would be no shortage of them.

The old scholar carefully put away the jade hairpin, then snatched the wine jar from Chu Ci's hand, poured a bowl of wine for Chu Ci, and then filled his own glass.

The old scholar finally picked up his bowl and stopped playing around. Instead, he solemnly saluted Chu Ci:

"Thank you for Xiao Qi's matter, old man!"

"Why does it sound a bit weird?"

Chu Ci shook his head, cleared his mind, and clinked glasses with the old scholar.

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