"Young Master, you can't do that. Others don't know, but if I, Old Huang, heard that there were secret manuals for free when I was young, I would also have to abandon my martial arts. In the end, not many people in Jianghu would be willing to practice martial arts. "
"Old Huang, other than raising horses, what else can you do? Besides, you don't even know how to read. It doesn't matter how many secret manuals I give you. If you don't recognize words, words won't recognize you. "
"Blacksmithing, Young Master, you don't say. When I was in my early twenties, my front teeth were still there. Old Huang, I, was also a famous handsome guy within ten miles. At least, I was the most handsome blacksmith. There was also a young lady who secretly sent me rice wine. She didn't look good, but her butt was very perky. When I left home, I couldn't bear to drink it and buried it in the backyard. I thought that when I returned home, I would dig it out. It would definitely be fragrant! "
"Only one jar?"
"She could only be considered a daughter of an ordinary family. Even if she yearned for my handsome appearance, she couldn't send much."
"With your appearance, you were also handsome when you were young? Then wouldn't I be handsome to the heavens? "
"Of course, I can't compare to Young Master. If Young Master was here, that jar of wine would have nothing to do with me. "
"Enough, don't mention wine. Our throats are burning from walking. I'm dying of thirst."
"I know."
"Oh right, Old Huang, how many years have you left home? Is that jar of rice wine still there?"
"I can't remember how many years I've left home, but it should still be there. It's rice wine that can endure. It's different from the wine that Young Master used to drink in a glass cup. If Young Master has a chance to come to my house, I guarantee that you'll have a good drink. "
"Ai, talking about wine again. I'm so worried. There's smoke in front. Let's go and ask for some water. As usual, the one who opens the door is a man. If it's a woman, I'll do it. "
"Yes!"
"Oh right, Old Huang, you only have that jar of wine left. Are you really willing to share half of it with me?"
"Why wouldn't I be willing? If Young Master thinks it's good, I'll give it all to him. "
"If it were me, I definitely wouldn't be willing. At most, I'll share half with you. "
"Young Master is an honest person. I like it."
"Go go go, if you're a pretty girl, I'll like you."
"Sigh, it's a pity that I haven't married yet. If only I had a daughter."
"It's up to you. I don't like it either. Old Huang, don't even think about it. Don't look at me like that. "
That time, he had bumped into a woman who had gone out to work. It was Hsu Fengnian who had come to ask for two bowls of cold water. He still remembered it to this day. When he occasionally looked back, Old Huang was squatting by the side with a bright smile. As always, he was missing his front teeth and looked very comical. While drinking water, Old Huang did not forget to naïvely talk about how good it would be to have a daughter.
"Old Huang, if you have a daughter, I'll marry her."
However, these words were like the yellow wine that didn't make it into their stomachs. They couldn't say it out loud.
Hsu Fengnian sat on the steps in a daze. Somehow, the woman saw his figure and took the opportunity to go to the Taoist temple to talk about immortality with an old Zhenren. She hesitated for a moment and came alone. She stood at the bottom of the steps and smiled warmly. Hsu Fengnian's detection of the Qi of Heaven and Earth had almost reached the realm of Vajra Warrior. He just turned a blind eye to her. The woman was not in a hurry to speak. She seemed to be thinking about how to phrase it. After all, it was somewhat unreasonable for a woman to strike up a conversation with a man. Especially for the descendants of the Southern Dynasty, most of the Central Plains' customs had been passed down. The woman stood under a Dragon Claw Locust Tree that was rarely seen in the Northern Mang territory. The afterglow was faint, and even though the locust tree was old and clumsy, it could still be considered luxuriant and luxuriant, setting off the woman's slender and elegant figure that was not tainted with vulgarity. Unfortunately, Xu Fengnian was no longer that young prince who flirted with women. Regarding this, he only felt that it was a pity that such a good flower had been taken by a pig. He did not have a good impression of that young master who spoke without thinking, but this did not mean that he would step forward bravely and save her from the 'abyss of suffering'. There were too many women in the world who were willing to be deceived by the flowery words and flowery speech of a man who was superior in appearance or outstanding in talent.
Seeing that she did not speak, Hsu Fengnian took the initiative to speak to save her from embarrassment. He smiled and said, "May I know your name, Miss?"
This was something he had learned from Wen Hua. The fellow with the wooden sword had no ink in his stomach, and it was unknown where he had learned this trick from. Every time he met a girl he liked, he would have to thicken his skin and ask, "Miss, what is your name and where do you live?" When they were traveling together, Wen Hua had said this sentence dozens of times. The last time they met, Wen Hua said that he really liked a woman. Hsu Fengnian did not know whether it was true or not.
The woman was slightly embarrassed but still said softly, "Lu Chen."
Hsu Fengnian understood in his heart that she was undoubtedly a remnant of the Spring and Autumn Period. When the Liyang Dynasty ruled the world, she was bitterly called Lu Chen of the Divine Land by the scholars of the Central Plains. As long as one had the surname Lu, in the Southern Dynasty of Beimang, one could probably find two or three people named Lu Chen out of ten after they went north. However, a woman named Lu Chen was still relatively rare. Hsu Fengnian saw the man accompanying her walk out of the main hall with an old Taoist priest with the demeanor of an immortal. He stood up, carried his book case, and walked towards the main door. Taoism and Buddhism shared incense in the same courtyard. In the Liyang Dynasty, it would definitely be regarded as an evil practice. In Beimang, one could tell the autumn from a single leaf. When Hsu Fengnian was discharged from the hospital, he remembered a wonderful story in Jianghu. The Sick Tiger Yang Taisui went to Mount Longhu to have a talk with Qi Xuanzhen, the first person in a hundred years of orthodoxy. Qi Xuanzhen patted Yang Taisui on the top of the lotus and half of the Devil Slaying Platform collapsed. It was said that the immortal patted one's head and tied one's hair to achieve immortality. It could be seen that Yang Taisui's temperament was quite bad when he was young. It was fortunate that he could become lifelong friends with Xu Xiao.
Qi Xuanzhen, who was in the limelight for a while, could be considered as riding a bull in his previous life.
Hsu Fengnian subconsciously reached out his hand and rubbed a circle.
As he walked forward, he continued to draw circles.
It was similar to the situation on Mount Wudang when Hong Xixiang was imparting the wisdom of the Wu Dang Sect.
The immortal patted his head.
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