Chapter 64: rumor

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No matter how angry or angry Zhou Fei is, once she is immersed in her own world, she will slowly subside. As long as it is not a deep hatred, she usually comes and goes quickly.
The snow-breaker is worthy of being the "grandmaster's sword". The moon has not yet risen, and she has educated her yellow-haired girl, who has never been six years old, into a sensible adult.
"The sensible adult" stood up and took two steps in the house. After a moment of self-examination, he felt that Xie Yun was very funny because of his temper, and he would be more true to him with teeth and teeth. of.
Zhou Fei looked at the probe and saw that there were a few sparse Lala guests downstairs, but the second shopkeeper had yawned for a long time. He gave Xie Yun a small jug of muddy rice wine and he lazily wiped the table.
The couple who sang and told the book sat lonely in the field. The woman’s voice was dumb. The blind man fiddled with the slightly damp strings. The sound of the piano echoed in the empty lobby, but it was a bit bleak.
Xie Yun didn't know where to get a small oil lamp, put it on hand, according to the old paper and pen on the table, he would write a while, he would be amazed, and occasionally picked up the wine bowl to squeeze the turbid wine. In one bite, the shirt was a bit slack, and it seemed a bit dismal.
Zhou Fei walked past lightly and saw that he was writing a new lyric about the vocal sounds of the singing couple, and she sat next to it, holding her chin. The front part suppressed the paperweight, and Zhou Fei only saw one sentence: "...and saw that the old stone by the bridge was frosted and away from people."
Xie Yun brushed her nib and glanced at her, then dropped her eyelashes indifferently.
Zhou Fei turned over an empty bowl by herself, poured a small bowl of rice wine from Xie Yun’s small jug, and finished a few sips, smashed it a bit, and felt that the wine was so light that she couldn’t taste anything. She didn’t A big accident, Xie Yun seems to be casual and casual, but in fact has his own rules, Ping Bai can't do anything about drunken spirits and drunkenness.
Zhou Fei stretched out and clamped Xie Yun's pen.
The old old pen stand stopped in the air, the ink on the pen tip dipped a little, and a drop fell. However, Zhou Fei's hand was faster, and he immediately passed the empty wine bowl in his hand. Dangdang took the round ink dot neatly and made it in one go.
Xie Yun: "..."
Zhou Fei knew that his mouth was wrong, so he smiled at him flatly.
Most of the time she hangs the love of being a lone man on her face, but she is a young and beautiful girl, and she occasionally sells it well, but she does not seem stiff, and she can't lose her temper at a glance. .
Zhou Fei asked, "What are you writing?"
Xie Yun was depressed with her lack of interest, and at the same time withdrew the pen, she didn't take it easy on her: "Afraid of death order."
Zhou Fei saw him opening, and quickly descended the donkey, saying, "Thank you, brother, I was wrong."
Xie Yun glanced at her.
Zhou Fei secretly lucked out, thinking that when Li Sheng was a child, he lost the match with her. He always went back and cried for himself. The next day it was just like everyone else. She thought so in her heart, and there was a little "you are in trouble" complaint on her face. After a long search, she stuttered and said: "Then, when I was in Hengshan, I said the wrong thing, but I didn't think so. ."
But nothing is wrong.
Xie Yun put the pen aside and sighed: "I can see with your nose that you are not sincere."
What else do you want?
The moment that Zhou Fei was educated by the snow-breaker, there was a tendency to reignite.
Fortunately, Xie Yun didn't "have to get inward", he glared at her for a while, he said with a stretched face: "Girl, you are a famous person, you can't always catch me bullies like gentle and fragile scholars."
Zhou Fei heard him start shamelessly again, knowing that Xie Yun had lost his breath, suddenly relieved, his eyes bent, and patted his face gently: "Isn't it? Hit it for you-what are you writing?"
"A new play." Xie Yun said, the small flame next to the oil lamp flashed, and there was a faint streamer on his eyes. "Tell a story about a deserter."
Zhou Fei didn't quite understand where the fun of listening to the drama was, and she occasionally understood a few paragraphs. As for those singing vocals, they didn't understand it at all. The drama was so well written. When it came to those who sang, the unity was The thin and long "Awow babble" didn't even know what to call.
Let’s just talk about the heroes and talk about "destroyer". Zhou Fei bored the corner of the wooden table with his soles and asked, "What can you say about deserters?"
Xie Yun quickly wrote a few lines without lifting his head, and casually replied: "What can a hero say? If a person becomes a world-famous hero, there must already be a part of him that is no longer Everyone is blindfolded, and everyone is blindfolded and praised half-knowledge, but no one knows him, is it not lonely? Furthermore, to praise everyone will be so few words since ancient times, has been thousands of cars It’s all over, it’s boring to write. After tea and dinner, it’s better to talk about the story of greed and fear of death.

Zhou Fei: "...Are you still ironizing me?"
Xie Yun laughed dumbly, and Zhou Fei kicked him under the table.
"Hey, kick me, don't flip the table." Xie Yun carefully guarded his mess of manuscripts.
Zhou Fei dragged a piece of paper, glanced at it twice, and whispered, "The return of the finches..."
Xie Yun: "Hey, it's coming and going, is your eyes jumping by yourself?"
"Oh-come back to Emperor Zizi Township, there are thousands of people in the small town... Xiao Xiao Niang, she said she has a long-lasting blade... Uh, right, the long-lasting sword, who cares about the old Bari... Zhangtai?"
After two lines, Zhou Fei Nian was snatched back by Xie Yun. Xie Yun threw the paper ball into a ball and threw it into the empty glass: "Grandma, forgive me. I think you have to rewrite it when you read it."
Zhou Fei had no talent for chanting the wind and making the moon, and he didn't care. He asked, "Do you mean that this greedy, life-threatening deserter has an ancient sword?"
"When he didn't run away, he felt that he was a hero who stood up to the ground. He would be able to return home and marry his beloved girl. It turned out that the court didn't need him to stand on top of the sky, he didn't need him to stand, and he didn't treat him as a human being. He was just a living bait to lure the enemy deeper. He died there and the task was completed, so he fled, but unfortunately he was frustrated all the way, fled home, and could not see his girl."
Zhou Fei asked, "Why?"
Xie Yun rolled her eyes and looked at her for a while, seemingly smiling: "Because the girl is a waterweed, he has swam away by carp."
After he finished speaking, he regretted it a little because it seemed abrupt. It's a pity that Zhou Fei didn't hear it, she showed a simple surprise on her face, and sincerely commented: "What a mess?"
Xie Yun said it was a loss or a blessing. He sighed silently, withdrew his eyes, and said lazily: "Then you don't care, you can sell money anyway. We have to go to Shuzhong and we have to walk along the boundary of the Southern Dynasty From the Hengyang detour, there are thousands of miles, and it will not be completed in a short time and a half-do you know how to contact the hidden piles in Guizhai?"
Zhou Fei has no idea.
Xie Yun raised her eyebrows and said, "Look, we don't even have a place where we can beat the autumn wind. I'm so desperate that I'm walking and thinking about it. This is not black and white, it's silver. Tell you, the brothers are all making money. Business, learn something, live in life, eating clothes is the top priority. What's the use of dancing with a knife?"
Zhou Fei didn't know Chai Migui when he was not at home, and he was surprised when he heard this "Life Sutra": "Are you worried about this? Are you not the prince, don't you have salaries?"
Xie Yun smiled and said: "You still know what is called Feng Lu."
Zhou Fei struck another foot, Xie Yun seemed to have expected this one, quickly shrank his feet to hide, shook his head and said: "The food of the king, the matter of loyalty to the king, after eating my uncle's meal, I still He had to be sent to go back to Jinling to be a mascot."
Zhou Fei asked: "Why don't you want to go home?"
She didn’t mean
going back
or
going to Jinling
, but
going home
, which is a warm and subtle wording, because in Zhou Fei’s mind, there is always such a place in the world that may not be very comfortable , More prosperous, but the end of all detention.
Xie Yun froze for a moment, and smiled gently: "Go home? Jinling is not my home, my home is in the old capital."
As dull as Zhou Fei, he felt that his smile contained a lot of other things, but waiting for her to think carefully, Xie Yun then stiffly blocked the topic and asked, "Why do you want to return to... home?" ?"
As soon as Zhou Fei mentioned this, she was a little ashamed, but the fact is the truth. She said honestly: "I don't have time to go home, so I have to go back and practice."
Xie Yun's expression suddenly became very strange.
Zhou Fei: "How?"
Xie Yun dipped a little bit of wine, drew a hill on the table, and drew a line near the top of the hill, saying: "If the master is divided into nine streams, then you plug Zheng Luosheng in a small narrow road and kill him The person who cuts his palm and can still withdraw his body...Although it is cheap to get a little bit of the enemy, but you don’t even have an edge in your hand. You can do this step to prove that you Today's skill is enough to be among the second-class. It's just that your'second-class' luck is particularly bad. You haven't encountered the world's best. You have encountered big people who are frightened and look daunted."
Zhou Fei listened to this touted, did not take it seriously, and some thought disapprovingly: "You a scholar who writes a small song, you can sing, just chant, how can it twist up."
Xie Yun turned his writing brush upside down again, and the slightly cracked brush stroked on the wine stains again, saying: "But it doesn't have to be complacent, this way is like climbing a mountain, there is still one weight after one weight, there are still many first-class in the world. Experts, such as some famous predecessors... For example, it is about the chief of Qimen, the fortress of Huojiabao, etc. The first-class is the top master, rare, regardless of reputation, but as long as you say it, The north and south martial arts are bound to be thunderous."
Zhou Fei heard that there was a bit of spirit here, because it was not a martial arts technical evaluation, and it was an anecdote. In this regard, there are no people in the people she knows who can thank Xie Yunzhi, so she asked: "Top masters are like Are people like Beidou and Sisheng?"
Xie Yun gave a "brow" and raised his eyebrows: "Mu Xiaoqiao counts, Zheng Luosheng doesn't count, Shen Tianshusuan, Qiu Tianji is probably not enough. Although Zheng Luosheng ranks first among the Four Saints, it is because he has a bunch of They can fight dogs with killing ability, and they have deep wits and endless tricks. This kind of person is very dangerous. You can kill you if you don’t pay attention, but if you want to say that he is a top expert, I’m afraid I don’t need to talk about others. Individuals will sneer."
Zhou Fei listened unconsciously.
Xie Yun said again: "The top master is a guru-level character. Do you know the difference between the two?"
Zhou Fei asked: "What?"
Xie Yun saw that she leaned forward slightly, and the cheeks in her heart couldn't help moving. She deliberately poured herself a bowl of wine. He didn't procrastinate until Zhou Fei's hand started to tickle. The difference between the two is that the top masters are present in every generation, but the master-level characters are not necessarily."
"Ku Rongshou's pair of brothers and sisters were slanted, and they were both right and evil, and the two were separated from each other in a piece of school, which was slightly different. Bei Dao Guan Feng retired early, leaving an apprentice who has not yet become famous, has fallen, and is slightly worse. One level. But the sword of the mountains and rivers is the unrespected martial arts lord of the martial arts. The Nan Dao opened the school and completed the scholasticism, but these two people were actually a generational master. Twenty years ago, the Central Plains martial arts talents came out at a time when they were at their peak. , How many unique studies reproduce the world, how many anecdotes are still talked about today—"
Zhou Fei was shuddered with goose bumps in three words.
The pen in Xie Yun’s hand suddenly stroked on the table, and the half-dried hill was painted into a ball by him, and his voice changed sharply:
But this era of bright stars is too short-lived, and the effort of a gust of wind has passed. Shanchuan Jian and Nan Dao died one after another, Ku Rong's hand was missing, Bei Dao was sealed, even though there were descendants like Ling Tang, they were also tired of the complicated affairs of the forty-eight villages that had been stormy. , I'm afraid it's not easy. Shen Tianshu attacked Huojiabao fiercely and wanted to swallow the wonders of the world. It's also obvious that he wanted to go to the next level-but unfortunately, he can come up with such bad ideas and dirty means , I think he should pull it down."
He let go of his hand and let the cracked old pen fall on the table with a snap.
Zhou Fei jumped in his heart.
Xie Yun whispered: "The thieves moved to the country, Jinling collapsed. The mountains collapsed, both in the end of fate, the spring and autumn iterations, there must be sorrow (Note)... Do you mean it is God's will or man-made?"
At this moment, the blind man's piano sound just stopped for a moment, and Xie Yun's voice also stopped. He looked around, as if he had walked out of the ancient and modern inventory just now, and took a little change from his arms. He handed it to Zhou Fei: "I think the two of them are also going to close up. Let me send them a ride."
Zhou Fei finally recovered, wondering: "Aren't you still writing a small song in poverty? How do you go where and where is the righteousness to get rich?"
Xie Yun waved his hand and said: "The things outside the body and expedient measures can't be absent, but they are not so important. It is not as precious as the fate that red dust meets. Take it."
Zhou Fei was immediately confused by this sour voice, realizing that Xie Gongzi was indeed a competent author of a small song, grabbed the change, and poured another cup of tea, and took the dumb vocalist and said : "Sister, please take a break."
The showgirl got up and thanked her, and took the money she handed over rather cautiously, whispering: "Since the girl has given the reward, let's order a song."
Zhou Fei didn't expect to give the money before it was finished, so he was worried.
Not to mention the tune, she hasn’t even heard a few folk songs. The disfigured singer has a sad face and sings anything miserable. It’s really not a good pastime in the middle of the night. She is thinking about how to make her not aware of herself. He didn't like to hear it, Xie Yunben also collected the pen and ink and came over and interjected: "The little kid's family can't hear anything, and the lady doesn't have to waste her voice with her, telling a hilarious story to coax her to go to bed early. Come on."
Zhou Fei: "..."
She realized that she seemed to offend Xie Yun again when she didn't know when, because the sentence still seemed ironic.
Seeing them being so polite, the singer was a little flattered, and after thinking about it, she gently pressed her throat and said, "That's the case, let me talk to the two of you about a current event. Hearing it, it may not be true, Bo Zhujun smiled-- In recent days, I heard that there are several major events at the junction of North and South, and there is also an incredible figure."
Zhou Fei and they came from the north-south border. Listening to this beginning, they felt a sense of substitution and immediately became interested. She picked up a bowl of rice wine and drank slowly and listened carefully.
"It is said that this man is a female hero who lives in a deep mountain and learns the magical powers on the earth.
While listening, Zhou Fei thought, "Women, great, still near the border between the north and the south... wouldn't it be Duan Jiuniang?"
Although the singer's voice was soft, she was very fascinating. She only continued to listen to her: "... As soon as she left the gate, she encountered the Big Dipper and attacked Huojiabao and surrounded Huarong City. At that time, the people in the city were panicked. That was the woman. With his own strength, he defeated the Beidou, killed Lu Cunxing, rushed out of the blood path, unscathed, and flew away, and then walked alone for Hengshan, the inn hugged, and set up a trick to lead the big devil of the dragon, intercepted and killed At the foot of Hengshan, everyone is happy-after you say who she is?"
Zhou Fei choked into the trachea with a mouthful of rice wine and coughed to death.
The singer thought that Zhou Fei was too fascinated by the story, and she laughed: "It is said that this woman hero is a Nandao. After 20 years, the snow-breaking sword has reappeared again."