Fish swimming around the world

While he was talking, the old servant suddenly stood up and shouted: "Be careful!"

Several people were stunned. As soon as Jiang Fan raised his eyes, he saw several figures suddenly appearing on a speedboat on the river. The next second, more than a dozen black lights came towards him.

Suddenly, the hunchbacked old servant suddenly exhaled, stretched out his five fingers, and felt a sudden wind, like a blue dragon reaching for its claws, and grabbed the black light flying in the sky. It turned out to be a dozen long iron arrows flashing with blue light. .

"Bold maniac!" The old servant was like an angry lion at this moment, throwing it out casually. Even though the distance was less than three miles, the boat was still full of people.

The hunchbacked old servant snorted coldly and was about to jump down from the ninth floor, but the old man waved his hand calmly: "Forget it, it's just a test for the young people, let them go, don't ruin your drinking pleasure."

When the old servant heard the words, he stopped talking, slowly returned to the corner and sat down, closed his eyes slightly, returned to his old state, and allowed the speedboat to escape quickly.

The two of them looked normal, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Jiang Fan was dumbfounded.

Those were more than a dozen five-foot long iron arrows. They were caught and thrown out to kill several people. You must know that this place is more than three miles away from the speedboat on the river. This humble old man with a hunchback turned out to be such a master.

This world is too scary!

Jiang Fan felt like his white hair was sweating. If the hunchbacked old servant hadn't taken action just now, none of the three of them, including himself, would have been spared. And he could see clearly that the arrow was blue and didn't look like a good one at first glance.

The old man seemed to be fine, pouring himself a drink and continuing to talk and laugh.

Jiang Fan secretly admired his calmness and calmness. He was originally a good drinker, and as a result, he toasted frequently, and the old man and the young man talked loudly, and they actually got along well with each other.

When the wine was half full, the old man said: "Today I have such fine wine and food, and such an interesting young man as Xiaolang. I have not been so happy for a long time."

Jiang Fan also returned to his true nature at this moment. After hearing this, he waved his hand and said, "Since the old gentleman left at Fuyun Pavilion and left half of the remaining chess game behind, it can be seen that he is relieved. Why bother to be unhappy again? From now on, you might as well find a quiet and elegant place to teach and educate. People, use your spare time."

The old man paused with his chopsticks, and Pei Yunjin rolled his eyes at Jiang Fan: "Old sir, don't listen to his nonsense."

The old man put down his chopsticks, thoughtfully. He looked at the young man for a moment and said, "What Xiaolang said makes sense. Teaching and educating people, giving full play to your spare energy, can be regarded as the last thing I do for this world."

Jiang Fan said: "The main thing is to be happy. It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to cultivate people. Teaching and educating people is such a noble thing. Think about it, many years later, a group of aspiring young people will be active in the temples and temples like you, and pass on your ideas. How can it be Not happy. Besides, being with young people has a good attitude and longevity."

The old man looked at the young man blankly. Although his face was a little flushed and a little confused, every word he said was thought-provoking. It takes ten years for trees to take a hundred years to cultivate people. What a profound truth, but it was said casually. And what he said actually opened another window for his heart, which had long been numbed by the temple world. Teaching and educating people, passing on the fire, this world needs to be passed down after all.

For a moment, Master Zaifu, who had dominated the world for decades, couldn't see through the young man in front of him.

Although this man is dressed in linen and wearing straw sandals, is he really just a fisherman?

Pei Yunjin didn't dare to say anything more at this moment. She came from a family of poets and writers, so she naturally understood the meaning of the young man's words, and her eyes were already full of wonder. Don't you see that Zhang Zaifu, who wears the seals of the Five Kingdoms, is also thinking deeply?

Who is the younger brother he picked up, and what kind of family background is needed to raise such a young man?

The old man pondered for a long time, "I often play chess with my old friend at Fuyunting. As a great priest, the old friend often gets busy while playing chess, and as the saying goes, come and go. I meet my old friend again this time, and I don't want him to work hard for half his life. , the oil has been exhausted. Not even half of the game in Fuyunting, my old friend suddenly said: I can’t go down, I can’t go down anymore, I won’t come back again... Take care, I bowed my head with a smile, and went west. There was no sadness in my heart. I sat alone for half a day, thinking that in this world, I have tried my best. Just like the remaining half of the chess game, since it can't be finished, let's stop here. What else can't be let go? I want to go back to the countryside and spend the rest of my life, and I don’t want to meet this young man over a meal and a drink today. It’s rare that I, an old man, have a change of heart. It’s really unpredictable.”

Jiang Fan suddenly became excited and said: "Old sir, I will use this to express my condolences to you."

When the old man heard this, he was also very interested: "Hahaha, I think that I, Zhang Zhiling, have lived my whole life, and today I have become a close friend of Xiaolang. Forget it, I will ask Xiaolang to write the lyrics and I will write the lyrics myself."

Pei Yunjin was stunned at first, then suddenly surprised, he quickly stood up and shouted: "Quick! Bring up the best rice paper!"

"Be big, want the biggest one." Jiang Fan said with a loud tongue.

"I want the largest scroll, hurry up and put together the table! If the old gentleman doesn't abandon the little girl, I can grind the ink for you."

Pei Yunjin was really excited. If the young man in front of him was the Longjiang fisherman, he would be a good word today. What's more, with Zhang Zaifu personally writing, the opportunity for Linjiang Pavilion has come.

After a while, the two girls, Qing and Pink, laid out the rice paper on the table themselves.

The old man rolled up his sleeves and laughed loudly: "Xiao Lang, I have to listen to these words. If they are not good, I will burn them on the spot."

Jiang Fan patted the table and shook his head: "Since I got drunk in Linjiang Pavilion today, I will take the word card Linjiang Immortal!"

After saying that, he stood up, raised his glass and drank the wine in one gulp. Above the nine floors, the young man's voice, although immature, seemed to have come from across the ages:

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward,

The waves wash away all heroes..."

As soon as the first two sentences came out, the desolate and majestic momentum came to the face. The old man was shocked and grabbed the Spring and Autumn pen, dipped it in ink and wrote quickly.

"Rights and wrongs, successes and failures are all in vain,

The green mountains are still there,

The sunset is red several times..."

When the young man chanted the first verse, the old man was shaking all over, but the hand holding the pen was as steady as a pine. Even the hunchbacked old servant opened his eyes wide and stood up.

"The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river bank,

Accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of muddy wine is a happy reunion,

How many things in ancient and modern times,

All are just jokes..."

When the second stanza came out, the old man seemed to be stunned.

The first stanza of this poem uses history to sing the eternity of the world, the river never stops and the green mountains always exist, and sighs that the heroes of each generation are fleeting. The second stanza turns the tone and expresses the noble sentiments and broad-minded mind to the fullest.

The rise and fall of dynasties are nothing more than a pot of muddy wine to talk about, the secular world is far away, but the indifferent and free and easy is coming. It is heart-wrenching, with thousands of emotions, and only feels endless aftertaste.

"...How many things in ancient and modern times, all are just jokes..."

This is my life, Zhang Zhiling, and this is also the life of heroes in the world. When this poem comes out, what is right and wrong, success and failure, what is the rise and fall of the world, all gone!

The old man recited it over and over again, for a long time, and suddenly laughed up to the sky, shaking Canglan.

"What a fairy on the Linjiang Pavilion, what a fisherman on the Canglan River! This poem is enough for me to get for the rest of my life! "

Looking back, I saw the young man patting the table and singing in a strange but desolate and deep voice.

After a while, the young man fell asleep on the table...