sword sentient beings

Chapter 48

"The knocking on the sword is over."

"Do you want to ask about the sword and perfect the sword manual?"

Ok?
It's over, isn't it over?

Tang Zhao was puzzled and thought: Knocking on the sword, asking the sword?Knocking, knocking, isn't knocking just asking?Could it be that the word knock means "strike"?Glasses hit the sword just now?
His eyes involuntarily flicked back and forth between the two words, and his glasses were also understanding, so he came up with a comment.

"Knock on the sword, knock on the sword."

This explanation is the same as not saying it.

"Ask the sword, ask the swordsman."

Tang Zhao came to a sudden, asked the sword if he should take the initiative to ask the swordsman...

swordsman?The old man?
Tang Zhao's heart trembled slightly - swordsman.Ever since he learned swordsmanship, he has long known that a swordsman is an extraordinary master with incredible power, but he has never seen a swordsman who has really confirmed it.

Xing Ji should be that he can make magic weapons and is powerful, but he didn't say it clearly, and it's not an official certification after all.The judge is also powerful and mysterious, but his identity is even more obscure.Si Liyu made it clear that he was not.

The only one he saw now who said he was a swordsman was the old man.

Tang Zhao was a little disappointed. Swordsman not only represented strength, but also handsome. He had long believed that he must be the peerless figure in the story who was as elegant and unrestrained as the sword fairy in the story, and who took the head of someone thousands of miles away. It's just passable, how can this old man look good?

But it doesn't mean that being eccentric isn't powerful. How can a person who builds a paradise in a jar be said to be an expert?
But what about this sword?

Tang Zhao recalled carefully, but did not see the sword, not around the old man, nor on the wall decoration, where is the sword?

Doesn't it mean that the sword is in the person, and the sword never leaves the hand?
"Are you asking about the sword?"

"ask."

"Ask the sword, perfect the sword manual."

……

Are you asking me to ask?

Tang Zhao was stunned for a moment, unable to laugh or cry.

Seems...reasonable?
Object to object, person to person, outsiders can't even see through glasses, do you still expect glasses to jump down and open your mouth to ask?
But... Tang Zhao doesn't know how to ask?
what?how to ask?
Besides, it was so easy to get away, so why not go back and do an exclusive interview or something?

Tang Zhaozheng was hesitating, when suddenly he heard a few clatters inside, like the sound of something falling over.

After a moment of hesitation, Tang Zhao turned and went back.

The hall was in a mess, a screen fell down, glass was shattered all over the floor, and other tables and chairs, antique racks, and bonsai fell down one after another. There was nowhere to set foot in the hall.

In the middle of a pool of debris, the fat old man was sitting on the ground, beating his chest and feet, and crying loudly.

Tang Zhao was taken aback, because he had no younger siblings and nephews, he had never seen anyone cry so miserably, so he was at a loss for a moment.

He approached hesitantly, the fat old man noticed that he was going back and forth, stopped for a while, stretched out his hand to his face as if to wipe his tears, suddenly fell down, lay down on the ground, tearing his beard with both hands, and shouted: "Who is there?" I told you to come back? Get out, get out!"

Tang Zhao felt that he seemed to be playing a rascal, but he was really not an ordinary howl, crying and crying, even if he was playing a rascal, there was always some truth in it.

Besides, he is a master swordsman, the owner of this blessed place, and he is a young man who has not learned martial arts for a few days and has no property. What else can he blackmail himself?

It's just that Tang Zhao is really not good at dealing with these things. He twisted his fingers on his clothes and said, "Senior, you...what's wrong with you?"

The old man beat the ground with both hands, and said: "Get out, get out! Why don't you stay here and come back? Don't worry about me, let me die here alone!"

Tang Zhao knelt down and said, "Well... you don't want me to go?"

The old man opened his eyes, his eyebrows and hair were covering his face, he had runny nose and tears, he couldn't even see the black and white of his eyes, let alone his expression, he whimpered and said, "Will you go or not, what are you doing to me?"

Tang Zhao felt that the old man was not simply mentally ill, but had traces to follow, just like a child, he also coaxed the child: "Don't cry, I will stay with you for a while, okay?" ?”

He opened his mouth, but he still swallowed the last word "good", feeling that it was too much.

After all, the old man's crying gradually stopped.

There was no neat furniture in front of him, so Tang Zhao dragged a grand chair from the other side of the hall and asked him to sit down.The chair was covered with thick cushions, and the old man seemed to be wrapped up in it, like a jar.

jar?

Tang Zhao held back his laughter, thinking to himself: The object looks like the master.

There is a pool at the back of the hall, on which there are washbasin towels and saponins. Tang Zhao came over with water and wiped his face.The fat old man remained motionless, and let him wipe his face up.

Tang Zhao was busy, and he didn't know why he was busy. Anyway, he did it naturally, and asked, "You feel better?"

The fat old man groaned and said, "I'm hungry, I want to eat."

Tang Zhaodao: "I see there are some snacks on the cabinet over there, can I bring you some?"

The fat old man shook his head and said, "No, I'm tired of snacks. I want to eat fruit."

Tang Zhao said, "Where do you put the fruit?"

The fat old man said: "There is no fruit here, I want to eat outside."

Tang Zhao's heart moved, and he said, "I definitely didn't bring any fruit. If you really want to eat it, I'll go outside and get you some."

The fat old man stretched out his hand and grabbed Tang Zhao, saying, "Don't go, what food do you have on you?"

Tang Zhao thought to himself: How can I bring food?I touched it on my body, and actually found a handful of candy.

It was given to me by a squinting girl a long time ago.

Later, Tang Zhao ate a few of them, and there were still a few yuan left.He picked out a few candies and said, "Would this work!"

The fat old man grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth. His eyes were so sweet that he turned his eyes, and said vaguely: "It's delicious! You have a good human nature. If you don't want to call me ancestor, you can call me uncle. You can eat the dim sum over there." Eat whatever you want."

Tang Zhao repeated that the first word called uncle needs to be emphasized, which means an elder who is older than his father. If the accent is placed on the latter word, it is somewhat like calling a whore-guest.

He thought to himself: Seeing you crying and laughing, throwing and rolling, and eating candy greedily, you should call me uncle.

After all, this old man is more than old enough to be Tang Zhao's grandfather, and it is enough for him to descend so many generations, why can't he wait for him to descend to his elder brother generation?

Tang Zhao brought down a large box of dim sum from the cabinet, opened it and picked a piece of shortbread to eat, only to find that it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet and delicious, and his own eyes also rolled up, chatting, "Master, what's your name?"

The fat old man said: "My surname is Ping, Ping Jiangqiu."

Well, let's start asking questions.

Tang Zhaodao: "One song and one bottle of wine, one person fishing alone and one river autumn. It's really the spirit of a hermit in the world."

The fat old man snorted, "This old man's bad luck is due to his name, and he really fulfilled the prophecy."

After two times and three times, Tang Zhao knew that he didn't like loneliness and liked people to coax him. In fact, he was a person who liked to move and not like to be quiet. He was definitely not a hermit in the ordinary sense, and he might be a little nervous in the jar. , who behaved strangely, asked: "Uncle Ping, I think this place is nice but a bit deserted, why don't you go out for a walk?"

Ping Jiangqiu rolled his eyes and said, "You can't go out. There are too many bad people outside."

Tang Zhao thought this was not bad, and said: "There are bad people and good people in the world, it's inevitable, but you have great powers, ordinary bad people can't harm you, right?"

Ping Jiangqiu's expression changed slightly, showing a little fear through his beard and eyebrows, and said: "You know what! There are a lot of bad guys in the world! Not only are there many, but they are all supernatural, and they can't escape anywhere. You say You hide, they are looking for you from all over the world, driving you to heaven and earth. You want to kill them, and there will be new bad guys after they die. It will never end. There is no safety in the sky and the earth. The place."

Tang Zhao thought to himself: So you were too scared to get into the jar and dare not come out?Isn't this too doggy?
Although he also felt the wind and frost outside, and often felt pain and suffering, but along the way, there are still some people worth facing and some things worth doing.

His little boat wanted a safe haven, but not too frightened to go to sea.

But people are different, who knows what this old man has gone through?
He asked again: "Since you don't like to go out, why don't you ask someone to come in? There are always good people, right? No matter how bad it is, a kitten and dog can relieve loneliness?"

Ping Jiangqiu sighed, and said, "Do you think this place is deserted? My room is warm and comfortable. Why did you feel deserted when you first came in?"

These words hit Tang Zhao's heart: Although this hall is exquisite and elegant, its style is not elegant and indifferent. The colors are mild and warm, and red and yellow are mostly used to make it look warm, soft and harmonious, and the aroma of burning is also very sweet. , but he still felt deserted as soon as he came in.

Is it...

"Too quiet? And..."

"No life?"

He suddenly found that there was not even a blade of grass or a flower in the room, and all the bonsai were made of gem bonsai. There were mountains and water outside, but no trees, no birds in the sky and water, and no fish in the crystal clear water. .

Ping Jiangqiu said quietly: "It seems that you have also discovered that there is no living thing here except me. I don't store any living things in my sword."

Tang Zhao said "Oh", and then said in surprise, "No, how did I get in?"

Ping Jiangqiu said: "I let you in on purpose. This is also a magic weapon I got recently, and I can only let you in with this thing. Otherwise, I will have to maintain a lot of energy just to protect you."

Tang Zhao heaved a sigh of relief, thinking: People outside can't come in, and you are afraid to go out, no wonder you can only nest here and cry alone.

Suddenly, he wondered: "You mean the sword? Where is the sword? Storage...could it be?"

Ping Jiangqiu said: "Didn't you see it? I moved my sword all the way from the prison."

Tang Zhao was stunned and said, "Is that jar your sword?"

(End of this chapter)