Immortal of Book and Sword Chapter 103: Zhu Pijiang

The weather on this day was not so good, and the sky was covered by dark clouds. It seems like it is going to rain, but it seems that it is difficult to give birth again, and it will never rain. It makes people feel very irritable.

From north to south, on a road leading to Chengyang. The avenue is wide enough to accommodate three carriages in parallel, and Chengyang is a big county with prosperous commerce, so there are mostly travelers and caravans walking on the road.

Two people in this group are very eye-catching. One is a gray-haired old man. Now it’s early winter. Even a mature man wears one more piece of clothing. This old man is wearing a single coat with a headband. Wearing a hat and a sword at his waist.

The merchants who came and went were well-informed. Seeing the old man's style, he knew that he was a swordsman, so he took a few more glances. Standing next to the old man was a young man who was about sixteen years old. He was very handsome. He was upright and handsome. He was also wearing a single coat and a sword on his waist.

It's just that the young man's sword is on the right, and the hilt is to the left, indicating that the young man is a left-handed swordsman.

The old man is naturally that Zhufei, and this young man is Zhu Pijiang, Zhu Fei's grandson.

On that day, Chen Guhong was flat in the water, and Zhu Fei intersected. This Zhu Fei seemed a bit redundant and could not highlight his temperament. But in fact, Zhu Fei is not a passerby on the rivers and lakes. First of all, he was born in a family of swordsmen for generations in Chen County, Liangzhou.

The bamboo family’s sword technique is inherited from the family. If the sound of bamboo sounds in the mountains is strong enough, you may not be able to compete with the sword technique of the moon.

Because of the profession of swordsman, pride plays a decisive role in strength. However, Zhu Fei was born as a relatively weak person, so he is not very well-known in the arena nowadays.

Zhu Fei’s sons are basically not capable, but his grandson, Zhu Pijiang, is a arrogant top talent and a talent for swordsmanship.

He was practicing swords at the age of three, and he was able to beat his parents at the age of ten, and he was already a famous genius in Liangzhou at the age of fifteen. The fifteen-year-old evoked pride, and the strength of pride is the compliment of the water level.

It can be said that the future of the Zhu Family is concentrated on Zhu Pijiang. thus. Zhu Fei looked at Zhu Pijiang very fondly and lovingly.

And in direct proportion to Zhu Bijiang's strength, Zhu Bijiang is very proud, as proud as a **** with a red crown, waiting for idlers to be invisible to him.

Now Zhu Pijiang is in a very bad mood, very, very bad, almost volcanic eruption. Especially when he looked at the top of his head, it would rain, or the weather would make him feel even worse.

Finally, Zhu Pijiang couldn't help but asked Zhu Fei: "Grandpa, you called me to go south. I walked seven hundred miles without saying a word, and I don’t know how many miles to go. What are you? What is the purpose?"

Zhu Pijiang is very proud, but he is very patient with his family and elders, so after walking seven hundred miles, he couldn't help but express his doubts.

Zhu Fei smiled slightly and said to the south: "The destination is almost here, that is, Chengyang County, not far away."

"Chengyang County?" Zhu Pijiang frowned and thought, then said: "There are no decent people there. There is no family, what are you taking me to do?"

"Seeing someone." Zhu Fei smiled, his face showing solemnity.

"Who?" Zhu Pijiang raised his brows, and someone so solemn by the old man was definitely not a small person. But in Chengyang County, in his memory, there are really no amazing people.

"Is it a reclusive person?" Zhu Pijiang asked secretly.

"I am a scholar. I was only a child when I saw him. According to his talents, he should be a talented man by now." Zhu Fei laughed. Touched the snow-white beard, showing nostalgia.

Thinking about those few days when the three of you met, it was a pleasure to drink freely.

"It's a pity that Duke Zhongping is gone." Zhu Fei's eyes flashed with sorrow. But then it covered it up.

"A talented scholar?" Zhu Pijiang was taken aback, his brows furrowed and said, "Grandpa, when did you interact with scholars? And it's just a scholar."

In the eyes of others, swordsmen are divided into masters and third-rate. In Wufu's eyes, this scholar is also ranked third or sixth. The talent is the penultimate.

As for Zhu Pijiang, who is so heroic and can be ranked among the top of the world, he somewhat despises the so-called talents.

"Not only did I associate with him, but I also called him a brother." Zhu Fei smiled.

Zhu Pijiang said with disdain: "Grandpa, you are really boring. What's the point of dealing with talented people? You are not strong in the arena, but you are supported by our bamboo family’s great family and great achievements, and it is considered to be highly respected. , It’s better to make friends with some young swordsmen and win some foreign aid for our Zhu family. It will not be like the current water family."

Speaking of this, Zhu Pijiang suddenly stopped, because he remembered the irreversible relationship between his grandfather and the water level. Hearing Zhu Pijiang mentioning the Shui Family, Zhu Fei's sorrow in the depths of his eyes increased, and there was a feeling of anxiety.

But Zhu Fei did not talk more about this topic, instead he said: "This talented person is a master of swords."

"Xiu Cai uses a sword?" Zhu Pijiang was very funny, and he couldn't imagine that scene. A talented scholar with weak literacy and reading, mentioning the iron sword in a few kilograms, is afraid that even walking will be unstable, right?

Is also a master with swords, is Grandpa confused?

"Don't look like this, when you see him, you have to call your uncle a few times and be a good-nphew, so that he can teach you some swordsmanship."

Zhu Fei knows Zhu Pijiang's temperament very well. Seeing his expression, he knows what he is thinking, so he scolds.

Zhu Pijiang sneered, and said with no face: "The sound of bamboo sounds in the mountains of my bamboo family is a top-notch assassination sword technique, fierce and weird. With the addition of my left hand sword, the sword is even more weird and tricky. Even in the water. Ping rebirth can also be my opponent, but it cannot teach me swordsmanship."

When I speak, I stand tall and proud.

In the arena, pride is not a bad thing, but being competitive is a good thing. You don't see that Shuiping is already the number one in Jiangzuo at a young age, and he is famous all over the world.

But too much pride~IndoMTL.com~The problem is big.

Although the left-handed sword is fierce and weird, no one in the Zhu family uses his left-handed sword. Whether Zhu Pijiang's swordsmanship went smoothly or not, whether he was even wrong or not, was also a worry in Zhu Fei's heart.

"This time I came to Chengyang, I asked Guhong to give me some advice on my surly grandson. By the way, sharpen his wild character." Zhu Fei did not argue, just secretly said in his heart.

He is very confident of Chen Guhong's strength. At that time, Chen Guhong had just watched the moon-strike swordsmanship performed once in the water, and he already knew the amazing scene, even now he still remembers it and talks about it.

"The only grandson I cares about is arranged so that I can go to the water house without any worries." Zhu Fei secretly said in his heart, amidst his grief, there was a sense of determination.

Even if he knows that this is going to be a lot of luck, but no one can stop him. (To be continued.)

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