"Time is like a knife."

In response to Zhang Junbao's inquiry, Yue Yuan just said this, paused, turned his head and said: "My sword move has already made half a move, Junbao, your next opponent is him, and he is responsible for the remaining unfinished half move." ”

"Isn't it just right for two pedantic people to face off?"

"Hah!"

"I never imagined that I would have such a pedantic moment one day."

Shaking his head, Yue Yuan walked out with a wry smile on his face.

in the main hall.

As Yue Yuan pushed open the door and walked out, only Zhang Junbao and the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared were left in the hall.

Pedantic?

What does this mean?

Zhang Junbao, who seemed confused, didn't directly ask Yue Yuan for the reason, he knew that he was afraid that this answer would appear on this middle-aged man who appeared suddenly. Turning his head, his eyes fell on the other party's body, and what he saw was the other party's unstoppable cough, as well as the slightly vicissitudes of life.

The man looked exhausted.

Or rather, this man who doesn't know when and where he came from.

Eyes met.

The middle-aged man slowly put away the flying knife in his hand against Zhang Junbao's forehead, and did not make a move as Zhang Junbao imagined, but squatted down after coughing a few times, ignoring the brocade clothes on his body, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"You don't understand?"

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man spoke, his voice was slightly hoarse, as if his voice had been traumatized, and the hoarse voice was surprisingly not so unpleasant, but with a different taste.

In one sentence, Zhang Junbao knew that the senior in front of him, who didn't know what time period, was a man with a story.

Pedantic......

"According to your age, I should call you senior, but according to your status...... That's it. ”

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the middle-aged man made a movement to Zhang Junbao, who was standing there still, stretched out his hand and patted it on the ground, not caring about the splashed mud and dust at all, and made an inviting gesture, "Do you have wine?" ”

“？？？”

"I have a pedantic love story that I want to tell you who he thinks is also pedantic."

“……”

Zhang Junbao's expression was slightly strange.

looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the ground casually, and in the face of the other party's invitation, Zhang Junbao was very conflicted for a while.

This third trick......

How could it be like this?

The imaginary earth-shattering confrontation did not happen, but instead ...... The conversation of the people in front of him like old friends made even Zhang Sanfeng, who was in his 100s, hesitate for a while.

Half a day.

Zhang Junbao, who had been staring at each other for a long time, finally made a decision, and after saying 'wait a minute' to the middle-aged man, his figure disappeared in the roofless hall in a flash. After a while, he had reappeared in the main hall with two jugs of wine.

The pedantic story of this pedantic man, who was called pedantic Zhang Junbao by Yue Yuan, was interested in listening.

Wine, naturally, is there.

That was the last time Miss Guo Er went up the mountain.

Taking the wine jug thrown by Zhang Junbao, the middle-aged man directly pulled out the stopper, raised his head and poured a sip, and after swallowing a few mouthfuls viciously, he couldn't help but praise: "Good wine!" Authentic daughter red! Or old wine that has been buried for decades! ”

“……”

Zhang Junbao, who also took a sip, was stunned when he heard this, and the other party's words seemed to remind him of something.

Keep your head down.

looked at the wine jug in his hand blankly, and muttered in his mouth: "Daughter Hong? ”

For a long time, Zhang Junbao has rarely drunk alcohol.

For the taste of wine, it is not important to him. Drink a little once in a while, but it's just because of people who are too familiar, as for the wine...... It's just a comment on whether it's good or not.

Although he is not familiar with wine, what kind of wine his daughter red is and what it means, how can he Zhang Sanfeng not know!

Under the middle-aged man's words, Zhang Junbao only felt that his heart had an inexplicable pain of pins and needles.

He is innocent and pedantic, but that doesn't mean he's a fool who doesn't understand anything.

It's been a long time.

Shaking his head, Zhang Junbao poured a sip of wine viciously, then sat on the ground and said with a wry smile: "I really want to hear it now." ”

"Say it."

"This is enough to use these two pots of daughter's red wine to make a love story."

Outside the Zhenwu Hall.

When Yue Yuan pushed the door out and closed the door reflexively, he stood not far away and stayed there.

Distance.

Everyone who had long discovered such a situation all changed their faces when they saw this.

Among them, especially the disciples of Wudang.

In their eyes, what they saw was the failure of their own ancestors, and they were only afraid of ...... They didn't dare to imagine that kind of consequence, they were afraid that Wudang Mountain would be wiped out today. As for the Ming Sect, everyone didn't dare to step forward either, and everyone who wanted to approach the True Martial Hall was stopped by that sword-like gaze.

What's the situation?

What really happened in the True Martial Arts Hall?

Everyone around them only felt that they were in a state of anxiety at this moment, and for a while the whole mountain became extremely quiet. Even the injured and moaning people are gritting their teeth at this moment, for fear that the slightest sound will break the strange situation in front of them.

After the time of a stick of incense.

Yue Yuan, who closed his eyes and recuperated, suddenly opened his eyes, only to hear a snort behind him, and a bright light flew out of the Zhenwu Palace, penetrating the wall, penetrating the plaque hanging in front of the Zhenwu Palace, and flew through the air. Only a small mark was left on the plaque.

Meanwhile.

The door was pushed open.

Zhang Sanfeng, who had recovered his old state, slowly walked out of it, and every step he took was like a thousand catties, so heavy that people didn't dare to pant heavily, and the whole person looked extremely tired.

"Main ......"

"Senpai."

Zhang Sanfeng suddenly interrupted Yue Yuan's words and said, "I will ask Wuji to tell the predecessor the whereabouts of the Golden Retriever Lion King." ”

"Now Wudang Mountain is a little chaotic, and I asked my predecessors to take the Mingjiao people down the mountain, forgive Wudang for being rude, and I can't entertain distinguished guests." After speaking, Zhang Sanfeng walked slowly past Yue Yuan's side, and walked step by step towards the Wudang disciples in the distance without looking back.

Behind.

Yue Yuan was stunned.

That had already reached his lips, and the words that gave up getting Xie Xun's whereabouts from Zhang Wuji's mouth were blocked in his throat like this.

A cold wind blows.

It's cold, and it's cold.

Looking at Zhang Junbao's slightly rickety back, that temperament seems to have aged the vicissitudes of the world.

For a while, Yue Yuan was silent.

……

Feeling.

What will it be to the extreme?

It is said that the daughter is as tender as water, so will the deep affection turn into a torrential rain in front of her when she reaches the extreme?

Dongting Lake.

Chilian Fairy Li Mochou was dressed in red, just standing under the rainstorm, looking at the wind and rain in front of him indifferently.

She overestimated her own psychology.

After the conversation with her grandson Yingyuan, that story has already had a great impact on her psyche. Is there any meaning to what she loves and does in her life? That person, whether it belongs to her for a while from beginning to end Li Mochou.

That love came in a hurry.

But it also came too deeply.

It's too short-lived.

So, she began to wander again.

“……”

The dense rain had already obscured the vision, and there was only a haze in the eyes. Just like her own expectations for her future.

That's when it happened.

In the pouring rain, there was a rush of footsteps.

Deep in the rain.

A figure was holding something and running towards the side of the Red Lian Fairy.

En route.

The person who came also fell halfway, and after rolling in muddy water, he walked to Li Mochou's side.

It's a teenager.

The figure is a little burly and stout, and at first glance he looks like a poor man who has been fishing by the lake for a long time.

The young man looks ugly, but his face is rippling with confidence, and he doesn't care about his appearance at all.

After coming to the Red Lian Fairy, the young man slowly opened the paper umbrella in his hand, which was just a broken umbrella.

However, the young man still stood on tiptoe cautiously, and covered the tattered paper umbrella in his hand over the head of the woman in red in front of him, as for himself...... It's not the slightest intention to care.

Look up slightly.

The Red Lian Fairy looked at the broken paper umbrella that was almost against his forehead, and looked at the ugly young man on his tiptoes, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a gentle smile swayed. This fishing boy she rescued on Dongting Lake a few days ago when she was a teenager has the name of the most common domestic animal for poor people.

Although Li Mochou was surprised by the ugliness of the person, the young man's heart was extremely simple, and he could be described as a child.

Such a teenager has an unbearable name, and the Chilian Fairy is naturally very dissatisfied, so she gave the boy a rather poetic name.

The waves roll over the clouds.

After glancing at the young man, Li Mochou suddenly asked, "Yun'er, what are you talking about?" ”

This question suddenly stunned the teenager who had been fishing by Dongting Lake since he was a child.

Love, what is it?

This question was so far away from him, so far away that he had never thought about it.

But in the face of this question, the young man standing in the heavy rain replied with his own answer.

"Water!"