The weather this day was not very good, and the dark clouds overwhelmed the heavy sun. It seemed like it was going to rain, but it seemed that God was having difficulty giving birth and could not rain. It made people feel very irritable.

From north to south, there is a road leading to Chengyang. The road is wide and can accommodate three carriages in parallel. Chengyang is a big county with prosperous business, so most of them are travelers and caravans walking on the road.

Two of these people were very eye-catching. One was a white-haired old man. Now it was early winter. Even the middle-aged man had to wear one more piece of clothing. The old man was wearing a single dress, a hat on his head and a sword on his waist.

The merchants who were coming and going were knowledgeable. Seeing the old man's behavior, they knew that this was a swordsman, so they looked at him a few more times. There was a young man standing beside him, about sixteen years old, very handsome, with a tall figure and a brilliant aura. He was also wearing a single dress and a sword around his waist.

But the young man's sword was on the right side, with the hilt facing the left, indicating that the young man was a left-handed swordsman.

The old man is naturally Zhu Fei, and the young man is Zhu Fei's grandson Zhu Pijiang.

On that day, Chen Guhong and Shuicing and Zhu Fei intersected. Zhu Fei seemed a little redundant and could not highlight his temperament. But in fact, Zhu Fei was not a passerby in the world. First of all, he was born in a generation of swordsman family in Chen County, Liangzhou. The reputation of this swordsman family is second only to top wealthy families such as the Jiangzuo Shui family.

The Zhu family’s sword technique is passed down. If Zhuyin is strong enough in the mountains, it may not be impossible to compete with the Yue Zhijian technique.

It is precisely because of the profession of swordsman that heroism plays a decisive role in strength. Zhu Fei was born with a weaker heroism, so he is not very famous in the world today.

Zhu Fei's sons are basically incompetent, but his grandson Zhu Pijiang is a heroic top talent and a talent for swordsmanship.

He practiced swords at the age of three, was able to defeat his father at the age of ten, and was already a famous genius in Liangzhou at the age of fifteen. At the age of fifteen, he inspired his heroic spirit, and even Shui Zhongping praised him for his heroic spirit.

It can be said that the future of the Zhu family is concentrated on Zhu Pijiang. Therefore, Zhu Fei's eyes at Zhu Pijiang were very doting and caring.

In proportion to Zhu Pijiang's strength, Zhu Pijiang is very proud, as proud as a little rooster with a red crown, and it is unsightly for people to see him.

Now Zhu Pijiang is in a bad mood, very, very bad, and almost a volcano erupts. Especially when he looks over his head, it will rain, or the rainy weather will make him feel even worse.

Finally, Zhu Pijiang couldn't help but ask Zhu Fei: "Grandpa, you called me to walk south. You walked seven hundred miles without saying a word, and I don't know how many miles you have to go. What's your purpose?"

Zhu Pijiang was very proud, but he was still very patient with his family and elders. Therefore, after walking 700 miles, he couldn't help but express his doubts.

Zhu Fei smiled slightly and said to the south: "The destination is coming soon, it is Chengyang County not far away."

"Chenyang County?" Zhu Pijiang frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "There are no decent people there. There are no aristocratic families here. What are you taking me to do?"

"See someone." Zhu Fei smiled, with a serious look on his face.

"Who?" Zhu Pijiang raised his eyebrows. A person who was so serious as the old man was definitely not a small person. But in his memory, Chengyang County was indeed not a stunning figure.

"Is it a secluded person?" Zhu Pijiang said in his heart.

"I am a scholar. When I saw him, I was just a Tongsheng. According to his talent, I should be a scholar now." Zhu Fei smiled. He touched his snow-white beard and showed a look of nostalgia.

I remember the days when the three of them made friends and it was so enjoyable to drink.

"It's a pity that Mr. Zhongping is gone." A little sadness flashed in Zhu Fei's eyes, but then he covered it up.

"Scholar's husband?" Zhu Pijiang was stunned and said with a deep brow: "Grandpa, when did you have any contact with scholars? And you are just a scholar."

It’s like in the eyes of others, the swordsman is divided into masters and third-rate. In the eyes of martial artists, this scholar is also ranked third-six. The scholar is the second to last.

Zhu Pijiang is so proud that he can be among the best in the world, so he looks down on the so-called scholar.

"I not only interact with him, but also call him brothers." Zhu Fei smiled.

Zhu Pijiang said disdainfully: "Grandpa, you are really bored, what's the point of interacting with scholars? You are not strong in the world, but you support our Zhu family with great achievements and high moral character. It's better to make more young swordsmen and gain some foreign aid for our Zhu family. It's not like the current Shui family."

Speaking of this, Zhu Pijiang suddenly stopped talking because he remembered his grandfather’s relationship with the Shui Zhongping. When Zhu Pijiang mentioned the Shui family, the deep sorrow in Zhu Fei’s eyes became stronger, and there was also a sense of worry.

But Zhu Fei did not talk much about this topic, and instead said, "This scholar is a master of swords."

"Scholars use swords?" Zhu Pijiang was very funny when he heard this, and felt that he could not imagine that scene. A weak scholar who read a few pounds of iron swords would be unable to walk steadily, right?

He also uses a master of swords. Isn’t grandpa old and confused?

"Don't be like this. When you see him, you have to call him a few uncles and be your good nephew, so that he can teach you some sword skills."

Zhu Fei knew Zhu Pijiang's temperament very well. When he saw his expression, he knew what he was thinking, so he scolded him.

Zhu Pijiang sneered and said without giving face: "Zhuyin in the mountains of my Zhu family is the top assassination sword technique, which is sharp and weird. In addition, I use the sword with my left hand, so it is even more weird and tricky to draw the sword. Even if it regenerates in the water level, it can still be my opponent, but I can't teach me the sword technique."

As he spoke, he held his head up and his chest was extremely proud.

In the world, pride is not a bad thing, and being competitive is even more a good thing. Haven’t you seen that Shu Zhongping is already the best in Jiangzuo and famous all over the world at a young age?

But the problem is big.

Moreover, although the left-hand sword is sharp and weird, no one in the Zhu family uses his left-handed hands. Whether Zhu Pijiang's swordsmanship is smooth or not, is it a worry hidden in Zhu Fei's heart.

"This time I came to Chengyang, I would like to ask Gu Hong to give me a good advice to my perverted grandson and to sharpen his wild character." Zhu Fei did not argue, but just said in his heart.

He was very confident in Chen Guhong's strength. At that time, Chen Guhong had just seen Shui Zhongping use the Moon-Strike Sword Technique and was already clear. The stunning scene was still vivid in his mind and he talked about it with relish.

"After arranging my only concern for grandson, I can go to the Shui family without any worries." Zhu Fei said in his heart, and there was also a sense of determination in the sorrow.
Chapter completed!