Bishop's Retirement

He looked at Wang Ye, and said, "What does the shopkeeper mean, my practice is to beat a pig with my fist?"

"Why not?"

Si Jianming gave Si Jianming a blank look, and Wang Ye asked back: "Even I, who don't know martial arts, know that swordsmanship focuses on artistic conception and skill. The moves are just to teach you to use the sword. If there is no move to win, the only way is to be sharp and fast. The key to killing the enemy with one hit!"

"Let's not talk about it, your master is respected as a sword master, and every day you practice is just holding a sword around?"

"It's not..."

Si Jianming shook his head, and said: "Master's daily practice is to meditate, I have never seen him practice sword..."

"But every time Master uses the sword, his speed is far faster than mine..."

"Is this over?"

Hearing Si Jianming's words, Wang Ye rolled his eyes: "Your master teaches you every day that you can't learn it by precepts and deeds. Every day he wields a broken sword randomly. Who doesn't shake his head or sigh when he sees it?"

"I heard what you said yesterday. The martial art you use is called Liuguang Jianyi. As the name suggests, it focuses on meaning rather than moves."

"Who would have thought that instead of thinking about sword intent, you kid would work hard on moves..."

"This is your master. If it were my subordinate, I would have to use a rattan cane to make you cry for your father and mother, so as to give you a better understanding!"

"Instead of waking up early to practice swords and making noises to disturb people's dreams, it is better to sit quietly and practice inner strength and refine the reality of artistic conception"!

Cultivate inner strength, hone artistic conception...

Hearing Wang Ye's words, Si Jianming thought carefully in his heart, and nodded involuntarily.

Swordsmanship emphasizes skill and artistic conception. The deeper the skill, the sharper the sword will be, so that the sword can be shot like lightning, unstoppable.

Obsessed with sword moves, but fell behind...

"Thank you, Shopkeeper Wang, Jianming understands."

Thinking of this, Si Jianming said to Wang Ye.

"Understood, go back to the guest room and rest"

Hearing this, Wang Ye waved his hand impatiently: "Let me hear you practicing sword again, and your rent will be doubled!"

Said Wang Ye shook his head and walked towards his room.

When passing by the door of Aji's room, I heard Aji snoring like thunder in it, and slept very soundly, obviously he was not affected in any way.

"Live a hundred years with no heart or lung..."

Hearing Aji's thunderous cry, Wang Ye shook his head: "I didn't even know I was chopped up at night that day..."

Chapter 37 Just Him?

At noon, Si Jianming ordered a pot of flower carvings, and sat by the window of Zuixian Tower, drinking carefully.

He looked handsome, looking out the window, as if thinking about something.

Beside him, there is a wine bearer with a fire monkey in it.

"Hey, I said you're not done yet"

At this moment, Wang Ye came to Si Jianming's side and tapped his fingers on the table: "I practiced swords early in the morning, and now I am sitting here drinking again."

"Are you determined to bring trouble here before you stop?"

While speaking, Wang Ye pointed to the wine man next to Si Jianming with an impatient expression on his face.

"Treasurer Wang, I will stay here for a few more days. I will never stay longer until that friend arrives!"

Si Jianming raised his wine glass, took a sip, and said.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and put ten taels of silver on the table: "This is today's money, and the rest will be regarded as an apology for disturbing Qingmeng, shopkeeper Wang, this morning."

"You know how to be polite, kid"

Seeing Yin Zi, Wang Ye muttered, "Wait until your friend leaves early, don't cause trouble for me!"

With that said, he picked up the silver money on the table, turned around and walked towards the counter.

"That's the way old money fans are"

As soon as Wang Ye left, Aji came to Si Jianming's side: "You are timid and afraid of getting into trouble, you only know money, you don't need to pay attention to him..."

"Brother was joking"

Hearing Aji's words, Si Jianming put down the wine glass in his hand, and said, "I think shopkeeper Wang has broad vision, extraordinary knowledge, and a superior demeanor."

???

Hearing Si Jianming's words, Aji was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, he extended a slap to Si Jianming and said, "How much is this?"

"five!"

Looking at Aji's chief, Si Jianming smiled.

"now what?"

With that said, Aji put away two fingers.

"three"

Seeing Aji's appearance, Si Jianming smiled and said, "Brother Aji, I'm not drunk..."

"That's weird"

Hearing this, Aji scratched the back of his head, looked at Si Jianming and said, "No one here is not drunk, what are you talking about?"

"It seems that Brother Aji has a deep prejudice against shopkeeper Wang."

Regarding Aji's reaction, Si Jianming said.

"I still have prejudices against him?"

At this time, Aji said in shock: "You really don't understand this old money fan."

"This old money fan has only two hobbies in his life, collecting money and visiting brothels. You have already seen money collecting. If you stay for two more days, you will definitely see this old money fan going to Yihong Courtyard with a wretched face... ..."

In the words, Aji shook out Wang Ye's old background.

"But shopkeeper Wang doesn't look like such a person..."

There was a trace of confusion in Si Jianming's eyes: "He taught me martial arts this morning!"

"What?!"

Hearing this, Aji's eyes widened: "Teach you martial arts? Just him!?"

"Don't be ridiculous, that old money fan is physically weak, and he is almost struggling to get on the kang."

"A while ago, when I went shopping in a brothel, I was tied up in a ruined temple. If my young master hadn't acted in time, he would have died eight times!"

Aji's words are full of disbelief.

He didn't believe at all that this greedy and lustful Wang Ye could teach Si Jianming's martial arts at the level of a master.

"it is true"

Looking at Aji, Si Jianming shook his head, and said firmly: "The shopkeeper Wang's body is flimsy and weak, and he really doesn't look like he has martial arts, but his knowledge is quite extensive..."

As he spoke, Si Jianming told Aji what Wang Ye pointed out.

"Hi!"

Hearing Si Jianming's words, Aji slapped his thigh and said, "This is what you said!"

"In this way, if you walk south through Santiao Street, where is there a Wanlong teahouse, and where is there a gentleman who sets up a storyteller?"

"If you give him ten taels of silver, he can say that he will talk about it in one day!"

"This old money fan is probably fooling you with storytelling jokes I heard somewhere!"

At this time, Aji said that Wang Ye was worthless.

"But I have also heard the storytelling"

Hearing Aji's words, Si Jianming said, "What the shopkeeper Wang said doesn't sound like a playbook for storytelling."

"This is how high your realm is!"

Looking at Si Jianming with a dazed face, Aji patted Si Jianming on the shoulder: "Buddhas have said that if you have a Buddha in your heart, everything looks like a Buddha, and if you have shit in your heart, everything is shit."

"You have martial arts in your heart, so you feel like this old money fan said a few words about martial arts."

"That old money fan is full of money, so everyone wants to kill him, understand?"

At this moment, Aji said earnestly to Si Jianming.

"Aggie!"

Just when Aji tried his best to enlighten Si Jianming, Wang Ye's voice came from the side: "Where are you laziness, kid? Why don't you come out and greet the guests!?"

"Wang Papi!"

Hearing Wang Ye's voice, Aji mumbled.

He patted Si Jianming on the shoulder: "I'll go to work first, in short, it's just one sentence, just don't believe the words of this old money fan!"

"Aggie!?"

At this time, Wang Ye's voice continued: "Do you still want wages, kid!?"

"Hey, here we come!"

Aji responded and quickly ran towards the counter.

"Hush, urge, urge, just know!"

When I came to the counter to pay, Aji put the sweater on his shoulder: "What's the matter!?"

"You brat, I won't come here twice if I tell you 1"

Seeing Aji's slapping appearance, Wang Ye raised his hand and trembled: "After coming here, you still look dead, it really needs to be dealt with!"

"Go, that man has been standing in front of the door for a long time, you go and ask him what he wants to do?"

"If you're staying at the hotel for dinner, please come in, if you're begging for food, let him leave as soon as possible!"

As he spoke, Wang Ye raised his hand and pointed to a man in gray cloth and a hood in front of the inn.

The man stood motionless on the spot, covering his body tightly, which looked quite strange at first glance.

"understood!"

Responding lazily, Aji walked out of the house.

While walking, he muttered: "I know that hiding in the counter and nagging, walking up two steps and asking in person will exhaust you to death?"

The complaining colleague, Aji, came to this man and said, "Guest officer, are you staying in the store or have something to do? You stand still in front of the store like this, which will affect our business..."

However, as soon as this remark came out, the man ignored Aji.

He just stood there with his head down, like a sculpture.

"Hey, guest officer, I'm talking to you!"

As he said that, Aji stretched out his hand and was ready to touch the man.

The moment Aji touched the man, the man seemed to notice something, his body moved slightly, and he raised his head.

It's okay if you don't look up, but when you look up, you can see that the man's face is covered with scald scars.

The scar was extremely red and swollen, and there was a large group of pus and blood inside, which made it swell and burst, as if it would burst at any time.

Chapter 38 Fire Monkey, God

The moment he saw the man's face, Aji was shocked.

He has grown up so much, and has never seen such an ugly and disgusting character.

The swollen pustules on his face were extremely disgusting, making his stomach churn faintly.

At this moment, Aji can be sure that even the beggars who walk along the streets in Jinling City are fairer and more beautiful than this man.

Although the man looked ugly, Aji did not speak ill to each other after all.