Without Zhao Dabao, Lao Jianxiu felt that drinking was interesting these days. In the past, he was reluctant to use the money he saved to buy something because he thought that his disciple would probably have no future with him, so he would have to marry a wife in the end. Since he wanted to marry a wife, he would definitely have to spend money. Therefore, he saved money over the years and saved money.

Zhao Dabao also knew that in the past years, this little guy always felt that if he wanted to eat something good, he would use various reasons to want his master to take out the money, such as Zhao Dabao, who would be a companion in swordsmanship in the future, and what would be the matter of love between children? But after saying this, even Zhao Dabao felt guilty.

How could he bear it?

In this little guy's opinion, if you want to practice swords, then your wife has to marry her.

It turned out that the old sword cultivator was going to hand over the money to Zhao Dabao when he went up the mountain, but in the end, he actually had selfish intentions and felt that as long as the money that Zhao Dabao was thinking about was still in his own hands, Zhao Dabao would definitely remember him as his master and remember it for a long time.

The old Jianxiu felt that the so-called beginning and end were probably not enough to make the child have no concern at all.

But now Zhao Dabao has already gone up the mountain, and the money is actually useless. As a swordsman on the mountain, no matter how he looks at it, he is not worried about money anymore. With this idea, the old sword cultivator completely has no other ideas and has started drinking these days. However, he realized that the wine that he could not bear to drink on weekdays now has no taste.

The old Jianxiu thought it was because of Zhao Dabao, but in fact he didn't know why it was because of him.

Drinking is not good, but the old sword cultivator is unwilling to wake up. Therefore, in a city called Xiaoyuan, everyone can see a sloppy old man who looks like a beggar. He drinks under the bridge hole every day. Before, many people thought that this old guy would spend all his money soon, but it was not until many days later that they found that the old guy was still rich to drink!

This made many people with bad intentions discuss how to deal with an old guy. In such a small town, there are not many old guys with such money.

So one night, there was a heavy rain, and three or five gangsters appeared on the bridge hole. However, before they got close, they were scared away by a sword light. The gangster who had not left watched with his own eyes see the old guy who was drunk at any time on weekdays, now his eyes were bright and he was dancing swords under the bridge.

What's the old guy here?

He is obviously a paradise!

It turns out that what this old god is carrying behind his back on weekdays is not an ordinary thing, but a sword!

No one could have imagined that, but there has always been no shortage of young people in the small town who yearn for the world. After this incident came out, many young people began to surround the old man, and all the young people wanted the old god to accept them as their disciples.

But the old Jian Xiu did not say anything except drinking.

He neither wanted to accept them as his disciples nor said he would not accept them. Anyway, it was just hanging like this. The bridge hole was only so big. If you want to stay, you can't take over the territory of the old god, right?

After ten days and half a month, all the impatient young people left. How could these young people have such good patience? After staying for these days, I really felt that the old gods were just famous.

In the end, there was only one and a half years old left. This child was also interesting. He never asked the old sword cultivator to teach him how to practice swords. He just looked at the old sword cultivator every day after meals and in his spare time.

When it gets dark, my parents will definitely go back as soon as they shout.

Not entangled at all.

At first, the old sword cultivator thought it was just a trick of the child, but after a few days, especially when everyone dispersed, the old sword cultivator took the initiative to start chatting.

He looked at the half-grown child, put the wine jar aside, and asked with a smile: "If I practice sword with me, I have to go everywhere and can't stay at home, would you like?"

The child was at a loss when he heard the old Jian Xiu speak for the first time these days, but he quickly recovered and shook his head and said, "No, I don't want to run away from home."

A child who hasn't been to school for a few days does not know that there are some problems with what he said.

The old Jianxiu was intrigued and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then do you want me to stay here to teach you how to practice swords?"

The child shook his head, "I don't want to practice swords, but I want the old man to tell me stories. I like to hear those stories from the world the most. There was a storyteller in the city before, and he said it very well, but not many people were willing to listen to it, and the shopkeeper of the restaurant was unwilling to lose money, so he let the gentleman go. I haven't heard those stories from the world outside for many days."

Old Jianxiu asked with a smile: "What story did that gentleman tell?"

"Most of the gods and ghosts talk about fox monsters. Although it sounds nice, I want to hear the stories of those heroes who are walking in the world."

The old Jianxiu shook his head, "Most of those stories are fake, the real world, where is it like you thought?"

The child didn't know what this meant, but he didn't have the nerve to say more, so he just listened anyway.

The old Jianxiu sighed: "I have been walking in the world for many years, but I can't talk about leaving. Just let it go. Really, after walking in the world for many years, you will find that the world is really what the book says, and it's different at all."

The old sword cultivator continued to laugh and said, "There are not so many stories of chivalrous spirit, nor so many heroes with righteousness. There are so many bad guys!"

The child nodded in a vague way.

The old sword cultivator continued, "But there is still a good thing, that is, I met a fool in the world. I dare not say anything else. Practicing swordsmanship is definitely a good seedling. You don't know his name now, but maybe he will let everyone know in the future."

That child is naturally Zhao Dabao.

The old sword cultivator was still a little sad when he said this, "But I can't see it now."

Although the child didn't know what the old sword cultivator was saying, he realized that the old sword cultivator was in a bad mood. He walked a few steps forward, grabbed the old sword cultivator's hand, and whispered: "Grandpa, don't be sad."

The old Jian Xiu originally felt that even if he could not let go of Zhao Dabao and leave him, he would not be too concerned. But now when he heard this, he suddenly couldn't hold back.

Tears are everywhere!

This is what the foolish boy said when he saw him beat him up. At that time, the child couldn't say anything, but it was this sentence that made the old Jian Xiu feel very pleased.

But that person was gone at that time.

The old man felt really sad for the first time.

He held the wine jar and began to cry loudly, like a child.
Chapter completed!