sword sentient beings

Chapter 134 Nostalgia
Hearing that the outsider confessed his identity, Tang Zhao's first reaction was to blush.

There's no way, just now people are talking about it in full swing, and then people come to your door in a blink of an eye, and I don't know if I heard it or not. Isn't this embarrassing?
Then, he raised his vigilance.

Although I met by chance by the river, I just passed by, and my senior brother was not rude, but how could I know that he offended this one by accident, and came here to pick a fight?

Whether it's Xing Ji or Xue Xianyun, they have reminded him that many people in Jianghu are narrow-minded, short-tempered and prone to grievances.Maybe some life-and-death vendettas start from looking at one more time and saying a wrong sentence.

Tang Zhao raised his heart and looked at Jiang Shenyi, wanting to see how his senior brother, this "old Jianghu" would deal with it, but he saw Jiang Shenyi's face turned red, and he wanted to sneak in if there was a crack in his expression.

Only then did he realize that he, the Eighth Senior Brother, is a good-faced thief with a thin skin, and would rather die than admit his mistake, talking about people behind his back and being blocked by others is such an embarrassing thing?I can't slow down for a while.

Senior brother was useless, so Tang Zhao had no choice but to put the magic weapon back into his sleeve, and raised his voice, "Please wait a moment."

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a middle-aged man standing in the courtyard, dressed plainly, with a lonely expression, except that the square scarf on his head was tied up, and his hair was no longer disheveled. He looked more like a scholar.

Tang Zhao made a scholar salute first, and said, "Sure enough, sir, the students are polite."

It is natural to be polite when you see Jiansheng, not to mention that this person is dressed as a scholar, and he must be Tang Zhao's predecessor in reading. As long as he has fame and fame, he is better than Tang Zhao, because Tang Zhao is at most a child in literature, and he is a child. Compliment him.

The scholar returned a salute, and said: "Take the liberty to come to the door and disturb the two young gentlemen."

Tang Zhao said: "It's okay, sir, sit inside."

The scholar shook his hand and said: "Don't dare to bother you like this. Wansheng Leakyui came to visit because I was really doubtful, anxious, and unable to sleep, so I took the liberty to come here."

Tang Zhaodao: "Sir, what advice do you have? Please go to the house and talk about it in detail."

The scholar said repeatedly: "Don't dare, don't dare."

Jiang Shenyi heard the two of them flirting with each other at the door, pushing and giving way, it was amused and impatient, he said: "Sir, please come in quickly, if you don't, my junior brother can really give way all night."

The scholar came in, Tang Zhao poured tea first, the scholar declined, took a sip, and held the teacup in his hands, as if warming his hands.

Tang Zhao and Jiang Shenyi looked at each other, slightly surprised, even newcomers like them knew that they couldn't just eat what others gave them outside, so Tang Zhao didn't give way when he poured tea just now, he didn't expect that the scholar really drank it Well, I think it must be either a really ignorant scholar with no experience, or he is relying on his own strength and not afraid of plotting.

Since he is a sword student, the latter is more likely.Of course, it also shows that there is no hostility.

Tang Zhao heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and said, "Mr. Kui Ye came to visit, what advice do you have?"

The scholar said: "It's like this. During the day, I saw Yang Liu Yiyi on the river bank, and I felt something in my heart. I read a few words about Yantai Liu, and this young gentleman read a sentence beside me, whether Qingqing is here in the past, which seems to be a poem. I don't know what the next two sentences are?"

Tang Zhao didn't expect him to come to the door for such a thing, he was surprised, but also secretly shocked, he said this sentence in a very low voice, almost silent, but the scholar could hear it clearly.People who can be swordsmen have strong inspiration, but that has nothing to do with hearing, and Tang Zhao certainly didn't notice the extra spiritual prying, which should be martial arts.

This scholar is a master!

The scholar said sincerely: "Don't tell lies in front of the real person. The two gentlemen look like high-ranking disciples from famous families. They have extraordinary knowledge. They must also see that they are just sword students who understand swords. I have been walking in the world for a long time, just to understand Jianxin. When I saw the willow tree today, I felt something in my heart. I lingered and wanted to grasp a clue, but I couldn't get it. The little man's words made my heart move, but I still couldn't get the point after thinking about it for a long time. I think Secrets are hard to come by, so I chased after him all the way and wanted to ask the following verses, maybe this is the chance of late birth?"

Tang Zhao suddenly realized that this made sense. For a sword student, nothing is more important than realizing Jianxin. A chance coincidence enlightened him and he became a swordsman in a blink of an eye. Do nothing strange.

But at this time, he was a little embarrassed, because the poem was said by him nonsense, and the meaning was not good. If it matched the person's experience, it would be fine, but if it didn't, it would be like irony.But if you want to evade it, it would be too wicked to miss someone else's opportunity, so I apologized immediately: "At that time, it was a student who was talking nonsense. This is an ancient poem, which may not fit the situation. Let me speak in vain, and my husband just listen to it. The so-called—"

"Zhangtai Liu, Zhangtai Liu,

Is Qingqing here in the past?
Even if the long branches hang down like old ones,
It should also be taken off his hands. "

It was also the first time for Jiang Shenyi to hear it, so he couldn't help being taken aback, thinking: Isn't this a good intention?Does that mean they are green?
If this doesn't match the scene, why don't we fight?

The scholar was taken aback when he heard this, his eyes were slightly red, full of sadness.

Jiang Shenyi came to a sudden, looking at him with sympathy.

Tang Zhao also thought to himself: Brother Jiang guessed right, is it because of the woman?It may not be the whole scene, it may be just a feeling.

But even though the scholar was touched, he didn't show any signs of sudden enlightenment, just murmured to himself with tears in his eyes.

Seeing how sad he was, Jiang Shenyi touched Tang Zhao, and said in a low voice: "Your willow poems, there are similar ones that can generate love, tell this senior?"

Tang Zhao nodded. Now that the atmosphere has reached this point, it’s just a matter of time. It might be helpful for him to say a few more words, and it’s also a merit to help people enlighten. He immediately searched the poems in his inventory and read:
"I used to go, Yangliu Yiyi. Now I come to think, rain and snow. The road is slow, thirsty and hungry. My heart is sad, I don't know I am sad!"

In order to adapt to the situation, he recited in cadence and with rich voice and emotion. Although he had no similar experience, he still tried his best to recite the deep emotion.

After the scholar heard this, tears couldn't hold back and fell from his cheeks, looking more and more lonely.

But not enlightened.

Jiang Shenyi looked even more sad, and looked at Tang Zhao.

Tang Zhao read another poem:
"The willows hang green and green on the ground, and the willow flowers are flying in the sky. The willows are broken and the flowers are gone. May I ask whether the pedestrians will return?"

This song is also about parting, which made the scholar weep unceasingly. He only looked at the lights on the table, his eyes straightened.

Or not?

Tang Zhao felt embarrassed. He also knows the ancient poems of the Jin Dynasty, but this scholar must have read them all. Only those poems from Mr. Chen’s hometown can make him feel refreshed and enlightened. However, Tang Zhao’s stock is really limited. After searching his stomach, he said: ...Where is the drunkenness tonight, the dawn wind and the moon on the banks of the willows..."

In this way, Tang Zhao recited the cultural treasures he had inherited from Mr. Chen line by line. He covered his face with his sleeves at the back, unable to control himself, and really felt a bit like "Who is crying the most in the seat? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet.".mean.

In the end, Tang Zhao couldn't find any poems, so he remained silent.

The scholar couldn't hold back his emotions for a while, and hid his face in the seat for a long time. Tang Zhao and Jiang Shenyi handed him a towel to wipe his face, and poured him tea to suppress his breath. This little friend laughed. I feel something in my heart, but I can't get anything from the sword..."

Needless to say, Tang Zhao's efforts were in vain just by looking at the unsheathed half of the sword behind him.

"Maybe...it's because I'm not lucky yet, and I'm delusional again, making me laugh. It's not too early...I...let me go." After he finished speaking, he gave a hasty salute and got up to leave.

Tang Zhao and Jiang Shenyi sent him to the door, and watched him stagger away in the night, feeling frustrated.

Jiang Shenyi shook his head and said, "I thought I could see the birth of a swordsman, but it turned out not to be."

Tang Zhao also felt disappointed. Back then when Xing Ji was promoted to swordsman, he was still alive and could not witness it. This time he still missed the opportunity, saying: "If you don't accumulate steps, you can reach thousands of miles. It's not completely useless to touch your heart this time. Maybe next time it will do?"

Jiang Shenyi shook his head slightly, as if he didn't like it, and said: "By the way, among the few poems you read before, one poem was read to me, why didn't you read it to him?"

Tang Zhao recalled carefully, and said: "Oh, there seems to be a poem. That poem is not suitable for the scene, not a love poem about parting and nostalgia." Then he chanted to the night sky:

"Who's jade flute is flying in the dark,

Scatter into the spring breeze to fill Los Angeles.

In this nocturne I hear the broken willows,
Who can't afford the love of hometown?This is clearly a..."

The middle-aged Luotuo who had already walked out of the courtyard suddenly stopped, his ears pricked up, and he seemed to hear something.

In a daze, he seemed to hear the melodious flute sound coming from the night sky.

The sound of the flute is clear and distant, and the coolness of jade against the skin penetrates into the bottom of my heart.

In the sound of the flute, he seemed to see willow trees, thousands of green willow sash fluttering in the wind.

He saw the ripples of the river, the white sails on the river, and the undulating city walls in the distance...

He saw the figure that he cared about, the woman climbing and breaking flower branches in front of the gate, the boatman shouting chant on the boat, the child riding a bamboo horse in front of the gate, the old man talking about ancient times at the gate of the city...

The sound of a flute, a single silhouette, intertwined together, the spring is bright and colorful——

hum-

There was a sound of the sword, and the long sword behind him unsheathed by itself.

A ray of light and shadow rises from the void to the real, and the color is blue-gray——

"That'smine……"

"Hometown." Tang Zhao explained, "The poem is about homesickness."

boom!
In the distance, a city wall seems to have fallen from the sky, standing in the night sky, blocking the cold night wind in early spring. Through the city wall, you can vaguely see the streets lined up in the city, the river passing through the city, and the green willows on the river bank...

That is……

"Yantai!"

Tang Zhao blurted out.

It wasn't that he recognized the city, nor that he saw the plaque hanging on the city gate, but that he guessed that it was Yantai in an instant.

In an instant, he understood everything.

"Yantai Liu, Yantai Liu. Liu Tongliu, what he wants to keep is Yantai, his hometown."

(End of this chapter)