The light rain between heaven and earth began to slowly clear up, the dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the sun began to shine on the earth.

After the troubles, Zheng Huaixian and his family came outside the Yuhua Palace. The soldiers around were confused. Didn’t these three people know that it was prohibited to pass here?

But after a while, a father-in-law who was extremely powerful in the palace led the Jinyiwei to the place and accused the three of them repeatedly.

"Mr. Zheng, sorry, sorry, I'm late."

As the saying goes, "I don't hit people with smiles, Zheng Huai hates these people who are involved in the royal family the most in his life, but he still smiles and nods, "The father-in-law is here just right."

Yan Jing put away the umbrella in her hand, put it aside, came to Zheng Huaixian, and gently tidied up his clothes.

"Can you win?"

Zheng Huaixian sighed softly, "It's hard."

Yan Jing, who felt sorry for her husband, asked quietly: "Why don't you go?"

Zheng Huaixian smiled and said, "Just just a quarrel, don't be afraid or afraid."

Yan Jing pulled his son over, "Then my son and I won't go in. Let's go back and see my father first and wait for you."

"OK."

Yan Jing was still a little worried and looked at the countless Jinyiwei in front of Zheng Huaixian, "If you can't argue and beat someone, remember to choose the smallest one, so it's easy to bully."

These words made the powerful father-in-law grin, turn around, cover his ears and dare not listen anymore. As for the Jinyiwei behind him, they did as they did after his father-in-law's scolding, and dared not say anything.

Zheng Huaixian patted his chest and raised a thumb, "Don't worry, this is my quarrel."

After saying that, he waved his hand to the wife and walked into the gate of Yuhua Palace. The father-in-law behind him bent down to salute Yan Jing, "Please take care of Mr. Yan for Lord Yan."

Yan Jing, who had originally ignored them, thought that her husband had just walked into their territory, so she had to pinch his nose and nodded.

Seeing Yan Jing's father-in-law smilingly took out a small toy, a moving wooden pony, and was about to give it to Zheng Dongdong. Zheng Dongdong, who was a little moved, did not dare to accept it, so he had to look up at his mother.

Yan Jing nodded, and Zheng Dongdong took it immediately. Looking at the moving pony, she couldn't let go of her hands and was ecstatic.

After all this, Eunuch Hai left with everyone from the Jinyiwei. The dispute between the three religions in Yuhua Palace has not ended yet. It is very likely that it has just begun, because an old man in the palace sent him out to greet Mr. Zheng, naturally said to himself that he was here.

Although I don’t know what it means, the one who can be treated like this must be an important person.

When Zheng Huaixian walked into Yuhua Palace, an old fortune teller in the north of Chang'an City stopped slowly, sat in the pavilion at the entrance of a small village, and took a rest.

“It’s really a bit old

, I should have entered Chang'an City before Zheng Huaixian, but I didn't expect that Zheng Huaixian would take a step forward."

The village is not big, it has only more than one hundred people, most of which belong to the same family, so when a middle-aged man carrying a long sword walked into the small village, it attracted a lot of attention.

The swordsman walked out of a door and knocked on it. An old lady walked out. The swordsman held his fists and bowed, asking if there was any alcohol in the old man. Where did the alcohol come from in the small village? However, when someone went to Chang'an City, he would bring back a few kilograms of alcohol and stayed in the village and sold it to others.

But now the person who went to Chang'an City has not come back because it just rained. The old lady shook her head and said she had no. The swordsman took out the wine pot on her waist and asked again if there was any well water.

When the old lady saw the swordsman, she didn't look like a bad guy. She took the wine pot and came to her own water tank, filled the wine pot, and slowly simmered a pot of cool well water.

The old lady handed the wine pot to the swordsman. The swordsman thanked the old lady and was about to take out the money. The old lady hurriedly refused and took the door with her, not giving the swordsman any chance.

The swordsman stood there blankly, then figured out the key, laughed and walked towards the entrance of the village.

At the entrance of the village, a child was holding a branch and waving under the big tree after the rain. In front of him was a big yellow dog with his mouth wide open, blocking the child.

The boy was not afraid, holding a sword in both hands, calm and calm, breathing a long breath, standing on the road watered by the rain, forming an opposition to the big yellow dog.

When the swordsman saw the boy's appearance, he became interested. He found a clean bluestone, sat down and watched slowly.

But the child seemed to have found the traces of the swordsman, turned around, looked at the swordsman sitting beside him and said, "Hey, uncle, help me."

The swordsman smiled and said, "Why?"

The child scratched his head and remembered that the book he liked to read the most said that when encountering unfair things in the world, he would shout and take action in anger. This is the knight, but his mother said that if someone didn't take action, it would be right.

The child who was already a very few students could not speak anything reasonable, so he had to face the obstacles he encountered when he first stepped into the world.

The swordsman saw that the sword-holding posture of the child was one of the twelve sword-raising styles that were widely circulated in the Ming Dynasty. Unexpectedly, there would be sword-raising styles in this small place.

"Little guy, I see if you hold a wooden stick, is it because you want to be the swordsman who cuts all the unfair things in the world with one sword?"

The little guy ignored the guy who came outside and focused on fighting against the big yellow dog. When the swordsman saw the child ignore him, he picked up a stone and popped it out quietly, hitting the big yellow dog's leg. The big yellow dog was in pain, yelled wildly, and ran away quickly.

When the child saw the departure of the "big enemy in his life", he slowly stepped away his trembling legs and walked to the swordsman.

I don’t know why this child was not born, but instead pushed the swordsman and forced himself to take a seat.

In this way, the swordsman and the child sat on the big bluestone, one with a long sword on his back, a wine pot on his waist, and the other kept shaking the wooden stick in his hand, showing his superb sword skills.

The swordsman looked at the child waving randomly without any rules and said, "Boy, do you know what a swordsman is?"

The child who had just experienced a big battle thought for a while, "Isn't it just like Li Taibai? He is with one sword, and he is holding a sword in the world. When he meets injustice, he is facing them..."

The child was excited when he said this, and the stick in his hand quickly turned, "That's it, I saw it. This is my own dog-beating sword technique. After experiencing the big hei and Xiaohei in our village, I beat Dahuang who ran away today. My sword technique has been accomplished."

The child raised the long stick in his hand high, with a bold look on his face, but a little tender. But he did not notice that the swordsman on the side covered his face.

This sword technique is really simple.

"Uncle, what are you going to do?"

The child in a good mood rarely asked a swordsman. The swordsman drank the well water from the wine pot and said, "Go to Chang'an City."

When the child heard that the swordsman was going to Chang'an City, he looked at the sword behind the swordsman and finally realized that the person in front of him was probably the legendary swordsman.

"Uncle, can you bring me with me?"

The swordsman was a little embarrassed. If he took the child away, the child's parents would not agree.

"Will your parents agree?"

The child tilted his head, his innocent eyes reflected the shadow of a swordsman, and then shook his head, "Then I won't go, wait until I grow up."

The child stood up and raised his little hand to the swordsman's shoulder, but he felt that it was not enough, so he raised his hand again, and this time he reached the top of the swordsman's head.

"When I was so high, I would go to find the uncle. Is it good to teach me the sword technique?"

Looking at the child's appearance, the swordsman who suppressed his smile nodded, "Okay."

"But where can I find the uncle?"

The swordsman thought about it, untied the Taibai Fairy Sword behind him, and put the sword that was taller than the child in the hands of the child, "Give it to you, the uncle's sword first. When you want to find the uncle, you will say to the sword, 'I want to practice sword'. It will take you to find me."

Since childhood, children who were taught by the teacher in a private school who could not accept other people's things at will were stunned for a moment. Seeing that I had been to Chang'an City on weekdays and saw those Changjians that were sold there and were a little at a loss.

The swordsman laughed, gently touched the child's head, put the Taibai Fairy Sword in the child's hand, and blinked at the child.
Chapter completed!