Late at night, Yang Ershu drank a lot, drunk, and deeply drunk.

This time, facing the vast river, Xu Jie did not refuse. He drank a lot and staggered when he walked.

Only Sanpang did not drink wine. Erpang did not raise the glass to toast. Xu Jie raised the glass, Sanpang shook his head and refused to drink. Only Xu Jie quipped Sanpang, saying that Sanpang would not drink wine for the first time, was it because the mother's menstrual period had come.

The three of them returned, Sanpang carrying a thin woman on her back, and a staggering boy next to him was holding a very bad-looking sword as a crutch.

Go home.

Yun Xiaolian took care of Xu Jie, who was drunk for a long time, served tea, fetched water, and took off his boots.

Xu Jie was lying on the bed, when Yun Shuhuan walked in, took a letter in his hand and delivered it to Xu Jie, and said, "Then Owen Peak is here, I haven't seen you."

Xu Jie took it, took it apart, looked at it, and smiled and said, "It turned out to be an invitation, Yuanxi Poetry Festival, at Wenchang Academy on the north slope of Fengchi Mountain, boy Yun, are you going?"

Yun Shuhuan, who was standing in front of Xu Jie, had actually glanced at the content on the invitation. After hearing Xu Jie's question, he said, "Don't go."

Xu Jie raised his confused eyes: "Boy Yun, are you still angry? The young master really doesn't know what you are angry about. If you have something to say, don't be like a sissy."

Yun Shuhuan said no.

Xu Jie smiled and said, "Whether, I'm just blaming my young master for being too kind. He's putting it in someone else's house, and he's broken your butt. If you don't go, you won't go. I'm looking forward to this poem. I think Ou Qing will come, and it's not boring to talk with him."

Unexpectedly, Yun Shuhuan suddenly spoke again: "Go!"

Xu Jie saw Yun Shuhuan repeatedly, shook his head, went to the bed, pulled the quilt and covered it, but said, "You kid have grown up, and I don't know how many little thoughts you have, and you are really becoming more and more unpredictable."

After saying that, the snoring sounded.

Yun Xiaolian looked at his brother, lowered his head to pack Xu Jie's boots, basins and cloths for washing his face and feet.

Yun Shuhuan walked to the bed, pulled the quilt, and covered Xu Jie's feet exposed outside the quilt.

The brother and sister went out.

The night is still cold, the lights are bright, and there are a few resentment and dreams.

Spring and autumn continue to stop, the world is full of emotions, and there are so many passions and so many seeks.

The thin little knife held the sword picked up from a pile of rags, and was very happy, as if he had found a treasure. Before dawn, he danced in the yard, but he endured the shouting sound from his mouth, afraid of disturbing Xu Jie who was still sleeping.

The tall and strong Xu Hu went out early in the morning and carried two small baskets to the vegetable market. There was also a Xu Gouer beside him. Yesterday, Yun Xiaolian had already told the two of them how much rice, oil and vegetables to buy.

After Xu Jie got up, the light rice porridge and delicious side dishes had been waiting on the table for a long time. On the table, there were still half of the books I read yesterday.

The pages of the book are turning, and the rice porridge is roaring.

Not long after, Ershu held a bowl of rice porridge and squatted in a corner of the yard, without a sword on his back, and was drinking in his mouth, but his eyes were above the thin figure holding the sword.

Sanpang was too fat and couldn't squat down, so he stood behind Ershou, his eyes also above the sword dancing figure. In this small figure, Sanpang once again saw Ershou's determination.

Then he looked back at Ershu, smiling sincerely and cheerfully: "Sanfat, what is my vision?"

Sanpang put the bowl of rice porridge on a small stone table beside him and said, "Go, give me another bowl."

Xu Gou'er put down her bowl, rushed to Sanpang, picked up the bowl and went to serve the porridge.

Ersou stopped smiling and said angrily: "Sanpang, I'm talking to you!"

Sanpang looked suddenly and replied, "Ah? What are you talking about?"

"Dadays, you immortal Banban, I ask you how this kid practices swordsmanship?" Ershu said a little angry, probably couldn't stand Sanpang's perfunctory attitude.

Sanpang nodded: "This shy boy is not very good, thin and small, and looks weak. When he plays a sword, he looks like a sword is playing with him."

Ershu heard this and put the bowl in his hand on the stone table. The rice porridge left at the bottom of the bowl splashed up, and said angrily: "Sanpang, you are blind. I can't stand it."

At this time, Sanpang was seeing Xu Jie coming out of the room, and started to meet him, saying, "Master Xiucai, I owe you a trick yesterday, would you learn?"

Xu Jie was about to go to the cottage, but when he heard the words of Sanpang, he hurriedly replied: "But He Jiyue can't handle it? You have to learn it. When I go to the cottage, I will come to learn it."

After Xu Jie finished speaking, he rushed to the cottage.

Sanpang turned his head and said to Ershou: "How about this scholar?"

Ershu knew that Sanpang was arguing with him or competing with him, so he shook his head and said, "This scholar is hypocritical and pretentious, self-righteous, and far from being."

Sanpang was not angry when he heard this, but smiled and said, "Then you are wrong."

While he was talking, Xu Jie, who had been urinating and didn't know how to sprinkle it, had already rushed back. He even took the knife, and handed the knife to Sanpang and said, "Fatty, teach me quickly."

Sanpang took the knife, deliberately made a big move, walked forward two steps, and said left and right: "Everything farther away, my sword move is full of energy, flying sand and stones, covering the sky and the sun, don't hurt you by chance."

Twenty boys on both sides who were drinking porridge were all hiding towards the corners of the walls and roofs.

I saw a flash of sword light, and I saw only one back and forth. There was no sword energy, no flying sand and stones, and no covering the sky and the sun.

Most of the boys staring at the scene with wide eyes, most of them looked disappointed. However, Xu Jie was so glittering in his eyes that he went forward and asked, "Fatty, what is this trick called?"

I heard Sanpang say, "This move is called chopping and chopping."

"What's the matter?" Xu Jie seemed to have not heard it clearly.

"Chop it all!" Sanpang said again, word by word.

Xu Jie looked at Sanpang with contempt: "Fatty, if someone else takes the name of the move, every sentence is a poem, every sentence is rhyme. What is the name of your move? Have your master never read a book?"

I heard Sanpang answer: "My master? If my cheap master knew that he had taught me such an expert as Yang Sanpang, the coffin board would be lifted up with joy."

Xu Jie understood it and wanted to quip it and refute it, but he couldn't say it. Because Yang Sanpang is really an expert, even a self-taught master.

Then Xu Jie replied, "Then I will give you a name, and I will tell you that I will not see you when I return home, how about it?"

Sanfat frowned: "I just asked to chop and chop. I've been calling for decades, but I've seen you?"

Xu Jie had no choice but to nod, and said, "Okay, okay, just chop it up and chop it. After I learned it, I will tell you that I will come back and don't see you. Teach me, how to chop it."

When Sanpang heard this, he did not start teaching, but said seriously: "You will also be chopped and chopped after learning."

"You can still control what I call it. Just discipline it. You have to pay off the debt. Teach it quickly. After learning, I still have to study." Xu Jie looked like a creditor collecting debts.

Sanpang murmured, "I owe you in my previous life."

Looking at Xu Jie again, he turned around and waved: "Boy Yun, come and learn together."

Sanpang rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth, and moved his hands, and a sound from his teeth: "Chop back like this, chop over like this, chop over like this. I just chop over and over. If you can understand it, you can't understand it, and you will pay off the debt."

After saying that, Sanpang threw the knife to the ground, picked up the rice porridge on the small stone table, started drinking it again, and took a few sips, then asked Xu Gou'er to add the porridge.

Xu Jie was stunned on the spot. He understood it? Still didn't understand it? Picking up the knife, recalling Sanpang's actions just now, gestured in the air for several times, and murmured to himself: "So chopped like this? Or chopped like this? Or chopped like this?"

"Fatty, how do you chop it? Am I doing it right? Is there anyone who pays off your debt like this?"
Chapter completed!