Chapter 47 Draw the sword!
There are many sects in the continent. Although the famous sword villa is not as good as the top sects such as Zhenxuan Mountain, Jiange, and Danxia Mountain, it is still famous in the world.
As the third son of Famous Sword Villa, even if he does not borrow the reputation of his father, Fang Ziheng can rely on his status as a master and his famous "Three Questions" swordsmanship to make most people in the world show mercy and fight with him. Be proud of our friendship.
Otherwise, how could this wealthy man with good status next to him trust him with his precious son?
However, he thought he had lowered his attitude, but the man in front of him did not appreciate it. No matter how well-educated Fang Ziheng was, he could not help but feel a little angry in his heart.
The woman couldn't help but sneer when she saw how ignorant Jiang Shouzhong was.
Most of them were secretly mocking Fang Ziheng's behavior as a bad guy, showing his warm face to someone else's cold butt.
The rich man frowned, feeling regretful in his heart.
You are so young and energetic, but you don’t want to come down even though you have already been given the steps. Do you really think that a small dark light can calm everyone?
You have to suffer a loss to understand the weight of the word "regret"?
Just when the atmosphere was at a stalemate, another voice suddenly floated in,
"I can prove that what this little brother just said is the truth, and he did save the child."
Everyone turned their heads, but a man with dark skin, wearing a green shirt, who looked like a Confucian scholar came over with a smile, carrying a patched baggage behind him.
Jiang Shouzhong was surprised.
It was actually the man named Yan who sold him the book before.
The woman was holding back her anger when she saw a rustic old Confucian scholar coming to disrupt the situation. She screamed angrily: "Where did you come from from the mountain village? Get out of here!"
The man surnamed Yan laughed. He said: "Those who come from the mother's womb can't go back. If you have the ability, can you try it?"
The woman choked and didn't know how to reply.
Fang Ziheng did not pay attention to the arrival of the man surnamed Yan, but decided to give Jiang Shouzhong another chance and asked softly: "Is it difficult to apologize?"
"These words I want to ask you too.”
Jiang Shouzhong said calmly.
Fang Ziheng sighed softly, took the sword from the boy's arms, and said in a deep voice:
"It doesn't matter whether he is right or wrong. He is my apprentice, and the apprentice has been wronged. , which is equivalent to losing face as a master. You should take back this face as a master.
I think you have no cultivation, but since you are a member of the Six Sects, you must have learned some skills. I will use only three-thirds of my strength to strike with a sword, and it is not considered as bullying.
This sword will not kill you. It will keep you in bed for two or three days at most. If you can catch it, It’s up to you to let this feud, which has nothing to do with right or wrong, end.”
Jiang Shouzhong was expressionless upon hearing these "magnanimous" words.
The woman looked gloating.
A sword at the master level, even if it only exerts three points of force, would be difficult for even a third-grade martial artist to catch.
Mr. Yan said with a smile: "What a coincidence, I am this boy's master. He has been slandered. As a master, I should also clear his name. Of course, I will not draw my sword. I'll take your sword."
Mr. Yan stood in front of Jiang Shouzhong nonchalantly.
Fang Ziheng was stunned for a moment, and carefully looked at this Confucian man with no energy flowing through his body, and asked tentatively: "Your Excellency, you also use a sword?"
"I have learned a little bit."
Mr. Yan He smelled the wine bottle and smiled mellowly.
Fang Ziheng felt a little strange, but he couldn't explain where it was. He felt inexplicably irritated and said coldly: "Since you also use swords, let's have a fair sword fight!"
" ...Okay then.”
Mr. Yan hesitated and reluctantly agreed.
Fang Ziheng asked, "Where is your sword?"
Mr. Yan asked, "Where is your sword?"
Fang Ziheng was stunned, thinking, could this guy be blind?
Is what I’m holding a mallet in my hand?
Fang Ziheng raised his sword and said in a loud voice: "This sword is called 'White Smoke'. It is three feet and three inches long. It is made of Youchi unicorn stone and embedded with dragon scales. It was forged by hundreds of swordsmiths in my famous sword villa. It takes a lot of refinement to make it a treasure. This is my sword."
Mr. Yan nodded slowly, "A good sword, but is it really your sword?"
Hearing this, Fang Ziheng was furious, "Why do you want to humiliate me with these words? I, Fang Ziheng, am the third young master of Famous Sword Villa, and I don't even bother to do the crowing of chickens and dog thieves!"
Mr. Yan narrowed his eyes. Eyes smiled and said: "Oh, in that case, let me ask you, how many times have you drawn this sword in total."
Fang Ziheng paused, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
How many times have you drawn your sword?
How to know this!
He started holding swords at the age of six, entered Jianya to practice at the age of nine, and was given this "white smoke" by his ancestors at the age of twelve.
I have held this sword for twenty years now.
How many times he unsheathed the sword and how many times he swung the sword could not be counted from the beginning. "I don't know!"
Fang Ziheng said angrily, "Are you competing?"
Mr. Yan asked with a smile: "Then every time you draw a sword, why don't you ask about the sword in your hand? , is it willing to take it out of its sheath?"
This made the woman laugh and said sarcastically: "The sword is a dead thing, how can you ask? Is this old guy out of his mind?"
Fang Ziheng frowned and was speechless.
"People have hearts, and swords also have hearts." Mr. Yan murmured and sighed, and said to Fang Ziheng, "Draw out the sword. If you can pull out that sword, I think it is your sword. You are qualified to compete with me."
As soon as these words came out, Fang Ziheng was furious.
I can’t even draw my own sword?
He forcibly suppressed his anger, regained his calm state of mind, and said in a deep voice: "Then you are offended!"
Fang Ziheng held the hilt of the sword.
However, the next moment, he was stunned.
The blade of the sword has not moved at all!
A flash of panic flashed in Fang Ziheng's eyes. He circulated his energy and tried to pull out the long sword that had been with him for twenty years.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get even half an inch out of the sheath!
His book boy and the rich man beside him looked horrified when they saw this scene.
Even the woman who was watching the excitement noticed something was wrong.
Mr. Yan shook his head and said in disappointment: "As a swordsman, I can't even pull out my own sword. This sword practice is a mess!"
Fang Ziheng was shocked, his face turned pale, and his forehead oozed. A little sweat.
"Bai Yan has three questions: ask your heart, ask, and ask heaven and earth, but you... have never asked about the sword in your hand, how to practice it well!?" Mr. Yan continued to scold.
Fang Ziheng’s face turned red.
In the end, he lowered his arms in despair, looking completely lost.
At this time, he was like a stone statue that had been stripped of its vitality, covered with countless dust, and no longer full of vitality.
“Third Young Master!”
The book boy hurriedly stepped forward to help Fang Ziheng.
The guardian was anxious and glared at Mr. Yan, "What did you do to my young master!?"
Mr. Yan ignored him, glanced at the silent woman with a pale face, looked at the wealthy man, and said slowly:
"Love words are hooks and threads, fishing out right and wrong from the beginning. Children You can speak without restraint, you can lie, you can say things without intention, but you can't tell lies that go against your heart. If you are not upright, the boss will be punished! "
The rich man trembled and bowed his hands. "I have learned a lesson."
Jiang Shouzhong, who was originally supposed to be the protagonist but turned into a melon-eater, couldn't help but said: "You have to reason with children. Tell adults, there is a hammer."< br>
Mr. Yan was helpless, “How can I reason with children?”
Jiang Shouzhong said angrily: "Of course I have to be patient and reason with him, make it as simple as possible."
Mr. Yan puffed his beard and stared, "Come on, come on, you can talk."
Jiang Shouzhong also Really walked up to the little boy.
The woman's expression changed and she wanted to stop him, but after looking at Mr. Yan and Fang Ziheng, who was now walking like a zombie, she did not dare to move.
And she didn’t believe Jiang Shouzhong had the guts to take action.
Sure enough, Jiang Shouzhong just took the little boy's hand to the lake, pointed at the water and said softly:
"If you accidentally fell in before, do you know what would happen? You would be eaten by fish, and you will be eaten by fish in the future. You’re not allowed to play near the water, do you understand, kid?”
The little boy probably also knew that his parents had met someone they didn’t dare to mess with, and his previous domineering appearance had been replaced by a well-behaved one.
“I understand.”
The little boy nodded vigorously.
Jiang Shouzhong touched the boy's head with a pleased expression and said with a smile: "No, you don't understand."
Jiang Shouzhong kicked the little boy into the lake.
(End of this chapter)