Chapter 55: Sword Shengfan does not like to buy

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Yunyang City, the fourth night of falling snow.
The sly horses and horses, the squatting of the pawns, the silk bamboos of the shackles, the crying of the children, all faint in the thick night.
Such a night, there is no clear moonlight shining into the red door of Zhu Hong, there is no green wine glass, scarlet dance skirt.
I only heard the sound of the broken snow breaking the dead branches, the whistling sound of the wind blowing into the alley, mixed in the crisp impact of the silver bell under the flying dragonfly. Long and harsh.
The falling snow curtains fell over and over, and the ground was rolled up by the hurricane, and the waves were slap on the long street of the bluestone. In the snow on the street, the servants of the house were carefully swept away. At this time, a thick layer was accumulated. It was a hard work that was not waiting for dawn.
In this way, the city that is used to the wind and the sizzling fire, under the heavy snow of a hundred years, Zhumenli has a stinky wine, but the frozen bones on the roadside are rare.
After all, in the affluent city, the monks and the wild cats are rich and rich. Who does not have a bridge hole to avoid the cold and snow, and the winds of the north wind?
The lonely ten-mile long street suddenly sounded the sound of the squeaking of the soft snow, from far and near, with a wonderful rhythm, not ill.
Wind and snow nights, but not as eager to return to the people, it seems like a casual passer.
The bright yellow lantern hanging under the door of Zhu Hongfu, fluttering in the wind and hitting the white wall. The swaying and dim light gives the snow a warm color, which gives rise to the illusion of temperature.
It also reflects the shadow of the passenger.
The white robe is lightly swayed, the moiré is in the sky, and the oil paper umbrella with the azure color is supported. A long sword was attached to the narrow waist, and as his pace swayed slightly, it was like a delicate ornament.
He came snowing, this is the heavy snow that should have fallen into the ankle, leaving only shallow traces at the bottom of his cloud boots.
He walked along the wall of the Zhuhongfu Gate and walked to the innermost corner of the wall. The sobbing wind and the swaying tree shadows were strangely calmed down.
The dead end that the lantern can't shine is a black shadow that shrinks into a ball.
At this time, the black shadow looked up, but he only swept the person, and quickly lowered his head.
The followers did not leave, as if they found something interesting, or maybe they were lonely at night. He looked at the child with thin bones in front of him.
The child wrapped a half-grass mat on the worn cotton gown, leaning against the corner of the wall, using the most temperature and physical posture.
In this kind of weather, the foxes are still not enough to keep warm. Children don't know how long they stayed. The eyes have been dark and the breathing is weak. Even if they can keep a clear consciousness, they will die quietly in the middle of the night.
The visitor did not have the slightest compassion, but he seemed to think of something and asked, "Do you want to worship the Yuanyuan Academy?"
There is a faint singer in the voice.
The child frowned, and speaking to him was a great waste. But it is rude to remember that others do not answer questions.
He knows how to save energy, and the words that are spit out seem to be inaudible, low and short.
"Yes."
The person laughed. "The old man is shocked. Do you want to be an apprentice of the old man?"
No one does not know the three words of 卫卫惊风. No one even dared to trade this name. Even if this person looks like a young boy who is riding a horse.
But who said that Juggernaut can't be a young boy?
This name is enough to make the world change.
It is a pity that this night, the listener has only one child and the snow, it is destined to see no touching scenes of tears and tears.
The child ignored his claim and violation, and his eyelids were not flawed. Instead, he asked, "What are the benefits?"
Wei Jingfeng felt a bit ridiculous, and no one asked him this question for many years.
But he didn't laugh because the children asked very seriously. I really don't know what the benefits will be.
He thought about it and replied earnestly. "Be my apprentice. If you seek power, you will be a national teacher. You will be powerful, you will be enemies, and you will become the faith of thousands of people. Countless people will fall to your feet. Look at you like a ant..."
The child did not speak, but still leaned against the corner in the most effortless posture.
Wei Jingfeng went on to say, "If you cultivate the Tao, you will go to the end of the world and practice the best swords. You will become very strong. People will respect you, because you will be able to smash a million people and bleed." Anything dominates life and death and no one dares to set it."
"嘎吱", the snow broke the green plum branch. The snow is getting colder.
Even if it is a big snow, Wei Jingfeng still hears clearly, the child said,
"Do not."
This kind of answer, which didn't go through much thinking and was serious enough, obviously made him somewhat surprised and...not understanding.
The young man’s brow slightly picked,
Why? I can give you a hundred times.

The child really does not want to speak again, but for politeness, it explains the reason.
"There is a tube of rice."
"Ha ha ha ha ha -"
Wei Jingfeng laughed and laughed loudly, and the laughter rang through the sky, and the snow fell on the smashing, and the plum branch that was defeated shivered slightly.
After he finished laughing, he seemed to be in a good mood and said, "I also take care of the meal."
The child finally looked up, and the sly scorpion stared at him, as if he was sure of the credibility of the man in front of him.
Wei Jingfeng almost jumped, "Old man, Tang Jian, will you lie to you?! Do you know! How many people are rushing..."
"it is good."
Wei Jingfeng suddenly stopped, because the child pulled up his wide-sleeved clothes.
Almost instinct, when the little skinny hand is approaching, it is going to be crit.
But he was born to hold back. This feeling is too strange, because no one has touched him for many years. The people who saw him feared him and were far away from him. Those who want to be close to him are coming to kill him, and they are all dead.
The thin child stood up by the power of the zipper. Then released your hand.
A dirty handprint was left on the day.
The child thought about it and said, "I'm sorry."
Wei Jingfeng has some regrets.
Not because of such a sloppy apprenticeship, but because I don't know how to answer. No one told him these three words.
In the past few hundred years, he did not include peace talks with people.
He tried, but always regarded as provocative or disdainful, always irritating others to draw swords, and finally he can only defeat or kill the person.
Just like now, he thought that there was nothing wrong with what he said, and the truth was true. But if you change someone, you will feel that he is a condescending pity and alms.
Therefore, he really does not know how to get along with people...or, with the apprentice.
What should I say at this time?
"It's ok."
Yes, I am a master. How can I be seen by my apprentices?
The child is also silent. He doesn't even know what to say. Is ‘Master good?’ or ‘See Master’? What is the acceptance of others? he does not know.
In fact, he went all the way from the far north to the Yunyang City in the middle of the land, did not say anything.
The dumb servant who cares for him is dead. Before he dies, he goes to Yundu City in Zhongdu. When he sees the world, it is best to find a school to learn. He buried the old woman, and the only two clothes in the parcel were on the road. The broken silver has not been spent in Yunyang. He is eating too much because he is too young. Although he is more energetic, there are few places where he is willing to accept him for work.
Other colleges are expensive, but of course they can't afford it. It’s nearly half a month. In the past, Yunyang City, which is full of traffic, is becoming more and more crowded. He only heard that it was the Yuanyuan Academy to open the door. This school is very good, does not charge tuition, can not only control the rice, but also see the world, learn the ability.
He naturally didn't wait here all the time. He used to be in an abandoned boat. These days, he heard that the college entrance examination was just around the corner and he waited at the door.
Until now, he still doesn't understand why he asked how to get into the school. The strange expressions on those faces are incredible and mixed with strange smiles. They ask, ‘You like this, I want to go to school? ’
He doesn't understand, can't he eat if he eats too much? Then try to eat as little as you can...
Finally, I believe that someone told him that ‘the school’s order of entry is the standard of admission,’ and waited for three days in the corner. He thought that the people behind would have to wait, always line up.
Did not wait until the school opened the door, waited for the Weifeng.
The atmosphere was awkward for a while.
Obviously, this is the most unspeakable pair of apprentices in history.
Wei Jingfeng hit the umbrella on the head of the child. After thinking about it, he solved the contempt and put it on the child.
Master... should it be like this?
The big fox was draped over the body and dragged behind the child. Like the robes of the nobles of the Northern City Imperial City.
The child moved and felt that it was too inconvenient to walk.
But it is really warm.
Wei Jingfeng held the umbrella with one hand, and the child walked slowly, and the pace was slower.
"what's your name?"
"Jun twelve."
"How can I call this name to the apprentice of Juggernaut?" The young boy frowned and thought, "The singer, the singer, the brilliance of the glory, from then on you are called Jun Hao... It is a good name!"
His eyes were taken back from the signboard of ‘煜和记蛋糕’.
Jun has no objection. For him, the name is just a name, not to mention that few people call him his name. Therefore, he has no concept.
The young man holds an umbrella and pulls the child's hand.
One big and one small figure, gradually drifting away into the distance.
The night was getting darker, and the wind and snow annihilated them.

The night rain is a lonely boat, swaying on the rivers of the Suichuan River, like a piece of fallen leaves.
The lights in the cabin were like beans, and the two sat on each other. The warm wine on the table was already cool.
The young boy wiped his sword and looked focused.
"That can be a way to go through the sky, it is difficult to do everything, how can the world really be arrogant? This reason you don't understand now, just like people who don't learn swords, never know the truth of learning swords. I am afraid that when you meet a I will understand when I let go..."
Yin Yi still does not understand, in his view, this cheap master is the first person in the world,
"What is not willing to let go?"
Wei Jingfeng thought about it and decided to give an example.
"When the old man is young, whether he takes an umbrella, a wine, or a silver, he has to vacate a hand. You know why?"
Yin Yin thought about it,
"With one hand, it is convenient to take the sword at any time."
Wei Jingfeng smiled with satisfaction. "Yes! If there is no one who can only take the sword at any time, my heart will be empty and uncomfortable!"
His eyes fell on the river where the rain fell, like falling in the distant past, and the tone slowed down.
"When I first saw your master, the snow was really big at night, the snow of the big fight was overwhelming... Your master was not stable, I took the umbrella with one hand and one hand with him. I am again There is no third hand, how can I take the sword?"
"But I didn't feel at all, I just thought that pulling him, playing an umbrella is enough."
"A lot of years later, I realized that this is not willing to let go."